The Doctor looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, rare as it was. She'd passed out on the lounge sofa almost immediately after they'd returned from their latest adventure (they'd done a lot of running, mainly trying to capture a cyan goose for some king).

The three companions gathered in the control room.

"D'you think we should wait for her to wake up?" Graham asked, brows furrowed as he watched the rise and fall of the crystal in the console.

"I can, if you want. You guys can go home. I think we've landed back in Sheffield, if the TARDIS has chosen to work properly." the boys nodded and they heard a disgruntled chime from the ship.

"Okay, Yaz. As long as you're sure?"

"I'll be fine, Graham, thanks. Go get some sleep yourselves, I'm sure you're just as tired as she is."

"You're right with that," Ryan chuckled as he gave a nod and walked through the double doors into the evening. Judging by his calm demeanor, they'd got home safe.

Yaz returned to the sleeping Time Lord. Her eyes twitched slightly beneath her eyelids, and her mouth was parted just a bit. Truthfully, she looked silly and child-like, but Yaz found it endearing. She looked as if she hadn't a worry in the universe. So serene, completely unlike her normal expressions during consciousness.

Her slow breathing disturbed some of the stray hairs laying across her face, moving them up to her nose until they settled back down. Yaz found herself staring, taking in all that the Time Lord was in her slumber.

Her chest (which Yaz wasn't staring at) rose with each breath, slightly stretching the material of her t-shirt. Her hands twitched every so often. One was settled above her head, and the other lay flat on her stomach. The cushions sagged a bit over the edge of the sofa, mostly due to the Doctor's legs hanging past them. She looked so soft like this, and Yaz almost felt guilty for taking so much time to look at her.

Not seeing any change in consciousness in the next half hour, Yaz decided to busy herself. She headed off to the TARDIS kitchen. She thought that the Doctor might appreciate a treat when she woke up.

Her head was full of the Doctor as she pulled ingredients from the cupboards.

The soft pink of her lips, little movements of her fingers, twitches of her nose. The curves of her body that changed with every deep breath. They were mesmerizing. Yaz's mind scanned over every inch of the Time Lord, from the stray hairs on her head to the loose laces on her boots.

Her imagination wandered further, leaving her hands working on their own to mix together the cookie dough.

The Doctor's hands trailing to her suspenders, pulling them slowly off of her shoulders. Moving to her waistband, teasing at removing her trousers. Her t-shirt coming from beneath them, hanging loosely off of her body.

Pale skin revealed as Yaz took initiative and freed the Doctor from her top. Beautiful, delicate dips and hills of her body, culminating at her captivating breasts. A smirk across her lips before she took the liberty of taking her bra off…

Yaz shook her head lightly. She couldn't think like that, especially about the Doctor. They were just friends, and it wasn't fair to either of them to think that they were anything more. It wasn't fair to herself to wish for some sort of closer relationship between them. She would have to be okay with a friendship, which was apparently easier said than done.

She made a cup of tea while the cookies baked, choosing to take her mind away from her previous thoughts. She imagined sleep. Yaz wasn't sure how tired she was, but taking a nap after the cookies were done seemed like a good idea. That was, if the Doctor hadn't awoke by then and she could actually distract herself from her wandering eyes.

Once the cookies were set to cool on the counter, Yaz padded back to the lounge to check on her friend.

It looked like she was out cold, so she draped a blanket over her (finally). Then, she took a seat in a chair opposite the sofa. She figured she could get a small nap in as long as the Doctor was still sleeping. She didn't want something to happen, not that anything would, but she still worried. It was hard not to worry when she was around the Doctor. Usually she worried about their safety on some of their adventures, but this time around she was mostly worried the Time Lord would get herself into trouble if left alone half-asleep.

Yaz felt herself slipping into sleep. She was content, with a pillow beneath her head and a warm blanket covering her body. Her mind wandered into more thoughts of the Doctor, and this time she didn't push them away. She fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

Yaz woke up to the sound of something falling in the kitchen.

"Oops," came a soft voice.

With a tired groan, she lifted herself from her chair. She checked over her braided hair, smoothing down the strays that had escaped in her sleep.

"How was your nap?" she chuckled when she saw the Doctor. It turned out she'd knocked a glass of milk off of the table by accident. Her cheeks turned pink when she saw that she'd been found out.

"Okay, I guess. I must have really needed it, though. I normally don't need that much sleep."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Usually, I only need about an hour or two a month. Maybe I should try sleeping more?" it seemed like she was talking to herself now.

Yaz saw that the counter now held a few less cookies than it had when she'd left them.

"I see that you found your treat," she smiled.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks for that," the Doctor took a sip from her new glass of milk.

They sat in a bit of an awkward silence, both still waking up and unsure of what to do next.

"Hey," Yaz grabbed the Doctor's attention. "Did that stress you as much as it did me? I mean, having to find that goose, for one. But, also everything else we had to do for that king."

"I suppose, yeah. We've definitely been through harder, but he made us do so much running!" they laughed, remembering the demanding monarch.

An idea struck Yaz. She wasn't sure if she should even ask, but she didn't want to have to go back home. Not when she could spend more time alone with the Doctor. Not when they could have actual time to become closer (not like that).

She cleared her throat, "We could do a girl's night, maybe? Take time to relax?"

The Doctor's eyes widened.

"Girl's night?"

"I mean, only if you want to. We don't have to. I get it if you don't-"

"No, Yaz, I'd like to do that. Yeah. It's just, I don't think I've ever actually had a girl's night." she grinned sheepishly.

"Oh. Right, of course. Sorry," Yaz apologized. "Well, we could start by going out to the shops? It's always fun to buy snacks and other items to use to relax."

The Doctor nodded, excited and nervous about her very first 'girl's night.'

A short while later, they returned from the shops carrying bags of snacks and face masks and nail polish and other items they weren't sure they'd actually use.

Yaz could feel her heart starting to race. It was just a relaxing night, she tried to convince herself. She couldn't let herself get carried away.

Still, she found herself continuing to stare at the Doctor while she wasn't looking. It was embarrassing.

The Doctor had picked out a movie that she thought they'd like. Something about traveling the world, but they only laughed at how ridiculous it made everything seem. They spent it making fun of the characters and the scenarios they were put through.

Near the end, Yaz caught the Doctor's eyes with her own. It wasn't intentional, but they'd both been chuckling and the Time Lord was so intoxicating like this. She shone like the sun when she smiled. Her eyes sparkled and Yaz thought she could see her pupils dilate when they made eye contact.

A thought hit Yaz out of nowhere.

"Doctor, I know this is your first time as a woman," she winced mentally at the connotation of that sentence. "But have you ever had your hair braided, or done it yourself?"

The Time Lord pondered for a moment.

"You know, I think I tried once. But that had to have been centuries ago."

"Um, would you mind if I tried to? Braid your hair, I mean."

The Doctor nodded and flashed a smile before she followed Yaz's instructions to sit on the ground in front of her.

She'd never admit it aloud, but it was hard to concentrate while the Doctor sat between her separated knees. A familiar heat rushed between her thighs. This was the worst time to feel turned on. Especially since the woman she had feelings for was mere inches from where arousal was pooling. It definitely wasn't helping that she had decided to change into shorts for the night.

Fucking hell, Yaz cursed herself.

She tried to pull her thoughts away from the gutter and attempted to focus all attention on the task at hand. Her fingers combed through blonde hair, separating it into three segments. Yaz had decided to do the Doctor's hair similar to her own style; a simple french braid.

"That feels nice," the Time Lord admitted, leaning back ever-so slightly.

All Yaz could do was give a hum in response, worried she'd make a fool of herself if she tried to talk. But, who was she kidding? She would probably make a fool of herself if she never spoke again.

The scent of lilac wafted up to her nose. She'd never noticed the smell of the Doctor before, and was surprised that it was so light. She seemed like the sort of person to use too many clashing scents on her body, but all it was was a small hit of floral notes.

Yaz took a breath and said, "You smell nice, Doctor. Where did you get your shampoo?"

She felt her friend stiffen for just a second before relaxing again.

"I don't really remember, actually. I must have put it into the TARDIS bathrooms ages ago in case any of my companions needed it, but I took a liking to it myself." she giggled.

The Doctor's giggle was soothing. Admittedly, before tonight it had been a little while since she'd laughed this much. Yaz was glad to hear her happiness again, to be able to experience it with her. It put her heart at ease. Maybe she'd be able to remember that they were only friends after all.

That was her thought just before the Doctor scooted in closer. Her loose hairs tickled the inside of Yaz's thighs. Her shoulders brushed against the exposed skin past her knees. It was hard to keep her thoughts in the present moment. All she could seem to imagine was the Time Lord turning around and doing unspeakable things between her legs.

For fuck's sake, Yasmin.

At that point, Yaz had nearly been lost to her fantasies. She hadn't finished the braid, and was instead just running her fingers through the blonde locks. It was almost like she was petting it, albeit absentmindedly.

"Yaz?" the Doctor spoke, tearing Yaz from the depths of her mind.

She stammered, "Oh, uh, sorry. I just...zoned out for a bit."

"No," the Time Lord said sharply. "I mean, no, it felt good. I didn't realize I liked to have my hair played with." her cheeks flushed pink as she turned her head to look at Yaz.

Yaz also had a pink tint on her face, not really sure what to say. She certainly hadn't expected the Doctor, of all people, to admit to enjoy something like playing with hair.

With their eyes locked, Yaz caught herself stroking the Doctor's cheek. It had only been a second, but she could have sworn that the Time Lord had leaned into her touch. Still, she yanked her hand away, embarrassed as ever.

"Oh, my god. Sorry, Doctor," she blushed profusely. "I...I didn't mean to."

She tried to stand up, but remembered that the Doctor was sitting right in front of her and didn't make it very far.

The Time Lord placed a hand on Yaz's knee.

"Hey, it's okay." the Doctor smiled.

"Are you sure?" Yaz questioned shakily. She was so afraid that the Doctor would resent her for touching her, but this was not what she'd expected.

The Doctor brought Yaz's hand to her cheek again.

"I'm sure."

They spent a moment seemingly frozen in time. Their eyes didn't wander and their hands rested against each other.

Yaz took a chance and leaned down, bringing her lips to the Doctor's.

She was met with gratitude. A warmth was shared between them, spreading from their meeting tongues to their intertwined fingers. The kiss seemed to last forever, both women reveling in the closeness of their bodies.

The Doctor turned around to face Yaz once they had parted. She had a smile on her face, whereas her companion's looked more shocked.

"Are you okay?" she asked Yaz, moving to sit next to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just never expected that to happen," she confessed.

"Me either."

Yaz ran her hand through the Doctor's hair before trailing further down to the nape of her neck. She felt the slightest shudder under her touch. Her other hand reached under one side of her suspenders.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

The Doctor hummed "mhm" before their lips met again and Yaz pushed her suspenders off of her shoulders.

She held onto the Doctor as she felt hands wandering to the hem of her shirt. They tugged lightly before she broke the kiss and let the fabric come up and over her head. Cool air hit her skin, raising tiny goosebumps across her back and arms.

"Wow," the Doctor breathed onto Yaz's chest. "You're gorgeous." she kissed the words onto her collar bones, searing their meaning into dark marks. She nipped at her neck, eliciting a needy moan from her partner's mouth.

They worked together to remove Yaz's bra and the Doctor's top as well. The women took a moment to simply look at each other, admiring the beauty glistening on their skin in the dim light of the lounge.

Yaz released a heavy sigh as the Doctor took a dark nipple in her mouth, the other being tugged by her hand. A skilled tongue teased around her skin, leaving it shimmering in the light. Her breathing became irregular as the blonde snaked her way lower.

She ran her fingernails lighty down Yaz's torso. The latter's back arched as she felt her shorts being yanked away from her body, quickly moving to ease them off.

The Doctor ran her eyes down her companion's body, hovering a moment between her legs, hunger shining in her irises. She raised her hands to her shoulders and pushed Yaz to lay on the couch.

"Is this what you want?" The Doctor asked, eyes dark with lust.

"Doctor, this is what I've wanted for a long time,"

"Prove it." she demanded.

Yaz eagerly stretched to remove the older woman's trousers, noting the soft moan that left her lips when she was exposed to the room.

Their lips crashed again in a wave of desire. Yaz reached her hand toward the Doctor's core, but the Time Lord was quick to pin her hands on either side of her head.

"Me first." she spoke. Her words spiked the arousal gathering in the pit of Yaz's abdomen.

Deft fingers teased their way down the middle of her stomach, sending little shocks of want through her body. Once they'd reached their destination, Yaz raised her hips to urge them to quell the greed she felt.

The Doctor ran a finger lightly across her clit, barely for a second. Yaz closed her eyes as a moan fell out of her mouth.

"Eyes open, Yaz." the blonde commanded.

A shaky breath released itself from Yaz's lungs as she met the Doctor's gaze. She kept eye contact as well as she could while she felt her partner begin to trace circles around her stiffened bud.

She could hear the slick sounds made when fingers slid through her folds, which only caused her to become more aroused. They curled away from her entrance and Yaz tried to guess from the look in the Doctor's eye what the Time Lord had planned.

Two fingers pressed just outside of her entrance.

"Okay?" the Doctor asked.

Yaz nodded her approval.

She gasped as the Doctor moved further inside, taking her time to feel around her clenching walls.

Yaz hadn't felt anything like this before, but maybe that was because it had never been the Doctor. Everything felt different and new with her. She made even the mundane seem exciting when she was made happy by silly human things.

"Oh, fuck," Yaz nearly cried as the Doctor quickened her pace.

The blonde licked her lips before capturing Yaz in another intoxicating kiss.

Yaz could feel the Time Lord's breasts against her own. The sensation added to the pleasure she was feeling from the fingers pumping in and out of her. Her breathing was becoming labored as she could feel herself nearing orgasm.

"Doctor, I-"

"Shush, now, love."

She listened to the older woman and ignored her previous instructions to keep her eyes open. She squeezed them shut as her hips bucked and her throat yelped.

The Doctor's head dropped to a nipple, free hand holding Yaz against the couch and occupied hand giving her the best orgasm she thinks she's ever had.

Euphoria shot to her head and all through her body she felt pangs of bliss. Her breath caught in her throat as she rode through the waves of a heady frenzy. She could feel how tightly she clenched around the Doctor's fingers. White flashed behind her eyelids at the peak of it, with her back arched and legs trembling.

She hardly felt the Doctor remove herself from on top of her body as she came down from her high.

Her eyes opened a few moments later to reveal a smirking Doctor, seemingly pleased with her handiwork.

"Woah," was all Yaz could utter.

This drew a chuckle from her partner's chest.

"Does this mean it's my turn next?" the Doctor asked. She looked needy in front of Yaz.

"I suppose," Yaz mused, a smile spreading across her features. "Do you mind if I stay here though?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," she cleared her throat. "Sit on my face."

The Doctor seemed to nearly come then and there, the mere suggestion stirring her carnal need. She didn't need telling twice, and crawled over Yaz's body to kneel above her mouth.

"You sure you're ready?" her companion teased.

"Yes, Yaz. Fuck, I need this. Now."

Wasting no time, Yaz lifted her tongue to lap at the arousal that had pooled beneath the Doctor's folds. Her hands grabbed hold of her firm ass, giving a light squeeze as she swiped her tongue again.

The Doctor started breathing heavily already, with little moans of gratitude exiting her lips. The sounds grew in volume as Yaz's tongue began to lick needily along the edges of the blonde's entrance.

It was clear that she wouldn't last long, and Yaz wanted to draw it out as long as she could, but another part of her was impatient to feel the older woman unravel onto her.

Her tongue flicked at and her mouth sucked on the Doctor's clit as the moans came closer together.

The desperate desire was clear in the notes sung from the Time Lord's throat. They were a different sort of music to Yaz's ears. A genre unlike any other, and one that was hers alone.

With a particularly deep stroke of Yaz's tongue, the Doctor was pushed over the edge. She shouted obscenities into the room and her body flooded with warmth. Her companion lapped greedily at what she had spilled, only causing her to keel over.

The intensity of the orgasm surprised her, but in the best way she could imagine.

"Fuck, Yaz. You're bloody brilliant." she breathed, bringing herself to sit across the younger woman's stomach.

Their eyes met and both showed pupils that had blown out. A comfortable silence sat around them for a few moments as they caught their breaths.

Neither had imagined their night would turn out like this.

Yaz shifted herself from under the Doctor and moved to sit upright.

"So," she sighed.

"So,"

"What happens next? I mean, we can't just go back to how it was yesterday, can we? How do we-"

The Doctor cut her off with a soft kiss. It didn't last very long, but their faces lingered inches apart.

The blond ran her thumbs gently across Yaz's cheeks and rested their foreheads together.

"Oh, Yaz, shut up," she laughed. "It won't be the same. Ever. But, we can take it a moment at a time."

She ran her hands through dark hair that lay messy against her companion's head.

"Yeah?" Yaz queried.

"Yeah."

"Where do we start? I mean, I don't know, this is so new."

"Well," the Doctor spoke tenderly. "We can start with this moment. Right here, right now. You and me, sat on the sofa. Close. Happy."

Yaz smiled sweetly.

"Close," she echoed.

"Happy," the Doctor took her into another loving kiss.

Their bodies molded together, forming a machine that lived off of the warmth and emotion felt by them in that very moment.

They were close. And they were so very happy.