Already in bed, Amy laid awake next to Clara. The brunette was wrapped around her, her paused breathing proving she was deeply asleep. She had taken a rushed shower in order to get Clara sleeping as soon as possible, but now that she was alone with her thoughts, a couple of subjects were invading her mind.

First of all, Amy was concerned. She was still frightened by her previous encounters with Clara, and the Doctor couldn't explain the situation yet. She didn't want to believe that Clara could be taken away from her at any second, and she refused to see her die again; she wouldn't be able to bare it if she ever lost her again, for whatever reason.

The Scottish girl stared at the peaceful movement of Clara's chest as she slept, her breathing comforting her because it meant she was alive, still there with her. Clara wasn't just beautiful, she was the most precious thing Amy had, and she knew she would do anything for her. This time, she would be there to protect her, and she would fight for her to her last breath.

But there was something else troubling Amy and it was related to the story Clara had told her. She liked to think she knew what men like, and how to get what she wanted; but Clara opened a whole new world of possible situations that Amy wasn't convinced that she knew how to handle. If Clara had been with a girl before, then that meant she had something to compare with and the thought was scaring Amy. What if she didn't know what to do? What if she couldn't find out what Clara liked?

She remembered the day she met Oswin. That time, she knew she wouldn't have hesitated to sleep with her, being completely caught in their flirting. With Clara from Victorian London she had had a very similar idea, particularly after her very revealing red dress got wet when the snowmen melted -not to mention when she had kissed her. But with Clara -her Clara- it was different. This time she knew her; she had spent time with her and had learnt about her. She loved her, and she was afraid to ruin their relationship by doing something wrong -or not doing it. She knew Clara would want to sleep with her at some point, and she wanted the same, but she wasn't sure how long it would take her to accept this new relationship.

Clara moved slightly, but she didn't wake up. She simply hid her face in Amy's neck and planted a soft kiss on it. Amy tightened her hold of the brunette and kissed the top of her head. She loved her, and even though she was scared she would bury her fears deep down if it meant she could make her happy.

Amy made the Doctor promise they would have a quiet day. No adventures, no explosions, no alien invasions of any kind. All she wanted was a quiet day out with Clara and her best friend, having fun and helping her recover completely.

The Doctor understood that they all needed it, and he remembered that promise he had made her a long time ago: taking her to Rio. He specifically checked they were arriving in time for the Carnival, and that no major disasters were about to happen that year. Of course, time can be rewritten, but hopefully no aliens were planning to attack any time soon.

He decided to take his companions to the beach, which was crowded, but the ambiance was perfect for the day Amy had in mind.

He wanted to make it up to her for having put Clara in danger; he knew it wasn't his fault, but he still felt guilty. Besides, he had walked into them kissing; he owed them their romantic time. He carried on with his plan even after both girls made fun of the way he looked like in his bathing suit and bow tie -he shouldn't have worn it while telling them their destination.

However, laughs died on Amy when Clara took her dress off once they arrived at the beach. Her red bikini made the redhead stare in awe at her toned body and her surprisingly long legs, but her favourite feature revealed itself when the brunette headed for the sea, her nicely-shaped bottom swaying as she walked in the warm sand. After five endless seconds of staring, she had to get up and follow her.

They played in the water as if they were ten years old -except they weren't, so a more adult teasing was involved. Having spent enough time in Blackpool, Clara was naturally good swimming, and she knew every game and tease. She waited for a wave big enough to reach them so that they would have to go underwater. When Amy rose from under the wave, she couldn't find Clara anywhere. She couldn't understand, she had only taken a second to rub her eyes dry and all of the sudden Clara was gone. She started to panic, and she called her name.

Suddenly, two arms swung her around and she found herself kissing Clara faster than what it took her process what was happening. Her eyes were open wide, and she smiled into the kiss when she realised it was her.

Clara's hands were wandering everywhere underwater, and Amy blushed thinking that people were watching. She broke the kiss for air, and seeing Clara's dark eyes she knew she had to take the chance to cool both of them down.

"Not here", she said still catching her breath. "Save it for when we get back home and the Doctor is out of sight".

Clara nodded and kissed her again before heading back to the beach.

Clara followed Amy to her room in the TARDIS, and as soon as she closed the door, Clara's lips were on hers, demanding to get what she had promised. She felt Clara deepening the kiss, and was suddenly aware of her every move. Her mind started thinking a million miles per hour, bringing back all the fears that had been worrying her: her previous meetings with Clara, how she had saved her, how she had died. She also thought about her other fears, the part of her that thought she didn't know what to do was ordering her to stop in a very loud voice.

Amy found herself laying in her bed with Clara on top of her. She had to stop, and felt her body freezing when Clara's hand went up her top.

"What's wrong?" Clara asked, the worry showing in her eyes.

This was the time to tell her how she felt, but she would have to do that without saying much.

"I'm sorry, Clara. I just... I can't do it." She felt terrible for this, and she didn't want to stop her, but she wasn't in control of her brain anymore and she knew she would have to be fully aware of everything around her if she wanted it to be special.

Clara seemed to understand she wasn't prepared for it, and was soon laying next to her, hugging her.

"It's okay", she said calmly. "When you're ready".

And in that precise moment Amy knew she had made a mistake by allowing her fears to take over her mind, and she swore she would make herself ready, prepare herself to show Clara all the love she held for her.

A/N: awww, don't you love these two? No. I feel like killing someone because they're not properly together yet. They both love each other, what else do they need?!

Tell me in the reviews if you feel like slapping Amy for thinking so much. If you don't, then tell me anyway.

This chapter was definitely not influenced by a certain Second Silver. See what you did there *wink*