This is a sequel to my One-Shot story 'Wiggle Room' - after the positive feedback, I decided to write a slightly longer story, with more than one part... This takes place some time after WR - though it's all just sexy nonsensical... sexy-times. So, please... enjoy!

Me sat there, legs open wide, her skirt rolled up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she rubbed her clit - eyes closed in pleasure. Clara walked into the room, wearing a red variation of her diner waitress's dress, her hair hanging down upon her shoulders. She walked over to Me, who was still touching herself, and planted a kiss on her, now, wife's red lips.

'Are you enjoying yourself, honey?' Clara asked, walking behind her, placing her hands on her partner's shoulders and massaging her slowly.

Me groaned. 'Oh yes - nothing quite like masturbation in the morning!' her head flew back in awe, and she moaned sensually - clearly Clara's massage was helping her.

'Oh my... are you close?'

'Ye- yes!' Me stuttered, and as she did, Clara moved back round to the front of her wife, knelt down on her knees and looked straight into Me's pussy. Clara then licked her lips tastefully, and breathed in the smell of the pussy she knew best in all the world... other than her own, of course.

With Me, still rubbing away, and so close to cumming - Clara thought she would give her wife one last push... and slowly licked upwards along Me's cunt.

And then she came - loudly! Squirting all over Clara's face, Me's juices went in Clara's hair, and ruined her make-up. Clara licked her lips again, this time cleaning up the juices from them. Of course, as per always - she tasted delicious.

'Right, well - I need to go get cleaned up!' Clara said, as she got up off the floor 'You literally came all over me - not a drop on the floor! Your aim is getting better!'

'Well, I have had billions of years worth of practice, my lovely!' Me winked at her wife, and sat up straight 'Come here, I'll give you a hand.' Clara leaned down, as Me licked all the cum that was left over off of the older looking girl's face. Damn, she loved the way she tasted...

Clara turned away, and started to walk over to the console. As she did, Me closed her legs, and stood up, straightening her skirt as she did so.

'So, where to?' Clara asked, fingers poised about to press the keys to input their next direction.

'Hm... I don't really know? Vastra and Jenny again?' Me proposed.

'Again!? I mean - look, honey - they're great. I love them, but really? This'll be, what, the twelfth time?' Clara complained, placing her hands on her hips.

'Yeah - I guess you're right. Hm... Random buttons?' the younger looking girl suggested.

'What?'

'Well, you just... press whatever buttons you like and see where it takes us?'

So, that's what Clara did. She tapped away at the controls and the two of them found themselves flying off to a surprise landing. After a, rather, bumpy journey, the two girls landed the TARDIS, and turned on the scanner to see where they had landed.

'Earth!' Clara exclaimed disappointedly. 'Really? Random settings, and we get bloody London as well! Typical!'

'Calm down, dear...' Me said, walking over and stroking Clara's short brunette hair. 'I'm sure we've landed here for a reason... I mean - let's think logically; we just landed an American diner in the middle of London - we'll get some good service out of this!' Clara laughed at that, and the caress of her lover did make her feel much more relaxed. 'See - got a smile out of you for that one!'

'Fine.. Fine! We'll just pop outside and see what's going on... I wonder what year it is?' questioned Clara.

'Hm... well, from what I can see on the scanner... I'd say... 1989?' Me suggested. Of course, Me had lived through every year since the Viking era - and had spent most of her time in and around the London area - so she could often tell the year from just a few scanner shots.

Clara pressed a button on the console, and the doors opened. As they did so - she and Me held hands are walked out together, appearing in their little American diner, and closing the Elvis painted door behind them.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to the diner. Me looked over to see a girl, about 18 or 19 years old, standing on the otherside. The girl opened the door, and came running in.

'Oh - hello!' Me and Clara said in unison, sharing a quizzical stair with one another.

'You... this diner - it appeared from nowhere, just faded in!'

'Did it?' Me asked Clara, sarcastically. 'I didn't notice, did you notice?' Clara gave her a look that told her off.

'And it made that noise... the noise of a TARDIS! Are you two Timelords?' the girl asked, slightly out of breath.

'Wait, you know the Timelords?' Clara asked, confused. How could a girl from 1980s London know the sound of a TARDIS? Or who the Timelords are?

'Well, I know a Timelord. The Professor!' the girl explained.

'Oh, no sorry... we don't know the Professor...' Me said, with an apologetic smile on her face. She looked the girl up and down. She was very attractive - she was wearing a leather bomber jacket with a plentiful of badges sewn onto it, her t-shirt was cut off just above her midriff, and her hair was tied back into a pony tale. On her lower half, she wore a black skirt, and tights - and Me was not afraid to admit to herself that she found the young girl to be extremely attractive, and thus - she subconsciously bit her lip. And Clara noticed.

'But,' Clara continued for her, now, distracted companion, 'we do know the Doctor?'

'Yeah - the Professor! The Doctor! Sorry, I call him the other name...' the girl laughed to herself for a second 'don't know why, to be honest!' she then smiled at the other two girls, who, again - shared a puzzled look. 'Oh! I'm so sorry,' the girl said, stepping towards Clara and Me 'my name's Ace - nice to meet you!'