DISCLAIMERS/NOTES
1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by the BBC. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.
2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.
PART 2
Clara closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "God, it's beautiful." She took a big lungful of the country air. "It's just like the Doctor said."
Amy smiled, her eyes focused entirely on the stunning brunette by her side. Yes, the landscape of New Venus, circa 200,000,000 AD, was certainly wonderous. But it paled in comparison to her fiancee.
The TARDIS set down on a remote part of the planet a few hours ago. The Doctor promised to return for them in two days - though he grumbled he might just leave them there forever. However, judging by the scenery, the engaged couple wondered if that was not such a bad thing.
Amy and Clara were here for a specific reason, though. It was Valentine's... or at least, coming upto it when the blue police box materialised in their living room. At first neither woman seemed keen on the idea of being anywhere other than home for the occassion, but the Doctor assured them he was well aware what time of year it was - for them, anyway - and knew the perfect getaway for the couple. Evenso, it took some cajoling to get Amy to agree.
Amy was particularly wary when this "new" Doctor was "born". She was very fond of his previous incarnation, and took his change in form harder than Clara did. As much as Amy was ashamed to admit it, she had trouble accepting his regeneration. She felt her Raggedy Man was dead, and this new guy akin to an impostor. Terribly insensitive, Amy knew, but surely understandable. Though they both loved the Doctor deeply, Amy always had an intense connection and loyalty to him. So when this "new guy" turned up... ?
With Clara's help, it thankfully did not take long for Amy to accept this elderly man was the same man she literally waited years for, and went through therapy for in a roundabout way, but still... They seemed to always butt heads: the new Doctor certainly brought out more of the fiery Scot in the former kissogram. Especially as now he was a Scot too! He and Amy regularly traded barbs, and while the love remained, even the level-headed Clara could not deny this new Doctor was a little grumpier and easier to set off than the old.
As hot-tempered as both could be though, there was no malice between Amy and the Doctor. It was literally impossible for there to be any - they had all been through too much together. It was more like a game at this point, really. That being the case, Amy knew Clara was often driven to distraction by their antics.
Coming back to the present, Amy smiled wide as she decided on a different distraction for her impossibly-beautiful girl, with some decidedly different kind of antics. Clara deserved no less. She was so perfect, and Amy loved her with all her heart. They were so lucky to find eachother through space and time. All thanks to a crazy - and now old - man in a magic box.
Amy leaned closer to her fiancee's side, who was still taking in the otherworldly air. After the Doctor's departure, the couple unpacked and set up their awning, hitching it up against a horizontal rockface. They had settled for a patch of ground near a waterfall, with beautiful flowers and greenery all around them. Later they would fully unpack, organising their clothing and other supplies. They were just a few miles from a market village, but they had enough food to last until the Doctor's return.
Frankly, given their track record - and most of the Doctor's previous companions' track records - it was perhaps best they kept to themselves and stayed in their own patch of perfection. Though New Venus was meant to be a virtual paradise, it would not be surprising in the least if there turned out to be somekind of trouble in the village. It would not be the first time.
Besides, they had all they needed. Namely, eachother.
Clara opened her eyes and turned her head slightly at Amy's closeness. "You're very clingy, lately."
"Must be the time of the year," sighed Amy.
"Whatever year it is here." Clara looked back out over the countryside. "This is supposed to be around the 2,000,001st century, but we may have to go to the village to get a calendar for an exact date."
Amy rolled her eyes. Clara's teacher-ness could be extremely arousing, but also sometimes boring. "You know what I meant, baby."
"Yes, I do," chuckled the Impossible Girl. "But maybe we should get a calendar anyway, to see if Valentine's even still exists here."
"It must do," Amy stated defensively. "Future history wouldn't be that cruel."
"'Future history' is a contradiction in terms, Amy. I think the proper term would be... "
"Clara." The teacher fell silent and looked at her fiancee. Amy shook her head ruefully. "Just stop talking and kiss me."
Clara smiled wide and the two pressed their lips together. The kiss deepened, and Amy felt Clara's arms wrapping around the nape of her neck. Inwardly, Amy promised never to let this woman go. They had both gone through different hells to come together, and nothing would separate them. Not now. Not ever. Eventually they slowly, reluctantly broke their kiss, and Amy let out a deep breath as she gazed into her fiancee's eyes. "C'mon, my darling," whispered Clara, and she motioned at the neaby awning. "Let's celebrate Valentine's."
Amy looked past her at the vinyl covering anchored by the rocky wall. It was hardly tiny, but it was also hardly the TARDIS, either. Still, that just meant the two young women would be even snugger. With a grin matching Clara's own, Amy kissed her again, before heaving her lover up until Clara was off the ground, her legs wrapped tightly around the Scot. Amy held her steady with a firm grip under her derriere.
They did not spend too much time under the awning. They preferred to make love in the open air, rolling around on the grass. Which they did for several hours. By the time they stopped to rest, it was getting dark on New Venus. Amy and Clara were now nestled very close, spooning under a heavy blanket. Most of their belongings were still in their luggage bags. They had not even eaten yet. They were consumed with a far different type of appetite.
Still, tomorrow would be different. Amy knew Clara would insist they take time unpacking and properly setting up their own little spot on the planet. Besides, tomorrow - Earth-time, from the point the Doctor picked them up - would be Valentine's Day, and they planned to have a lovely meal and exchange gifts. Still, there would be plenty of time for "hanky-panky" before and after that. Amy would make sure.
She raised herself slightly, looking down on her exquisite lover. Neither felt sleepy, but as much as they loved sex, both women cherished moments where they were just together in their closeness. No Doctor. No police box. No evil aliens. Just them, and their bond.
As she lightly stroked Clara's arm, Amy felt a little mischevious. "So," she said, "howabout this place?"
"I've told you, Amy - it's lovely." Clara kept her eyes closed. "Now please, let's just try and get some sleep."
"It's barely dark," pouted Amy. "And I didn't mean that anyway. I meant... howabout this world for our wedding?" She felt as well as heard the groan from her fiancee.
"Really?" came Clara's incredulous voice. "You're still on this? Amy, we've been over this countless times. You just do it now to piss me off."
The Scot smirked. "Baby, we travel with a Time Lord in a time machine. We can go anywhere and anywhen."
"That's right, and we're still getting married in London, in our time," snapped the teacher. "Now just stop it."
A giggle escaped Amy's mouth. "Howabout Risa?"
Clara facepalmed. "The 'planet of the nymphomaniacs'? Not a chance. Eventhough it seems that I'm marrying one."
"You give as good as you get, Ms. Oswald."
At that, Clara grinned herself. "I should hope so, Ms. Pond." She craned her neck to kiss her beloved, but before she could do so, Amy had another idea.
"Tersurus, then?" she asked innocently.
Clara frowned, clearly confused for a moment. Her eyes then suddenly widened and her jaw dropped. "Oh my God, Amy - that was a joke! The Doctor just made that up!"
Amy shrugged. "How are you so sure?"
"Because nowhere or when in the universe or time could such a planet exist!" Clara's mouth opened and shut, as she was obviously at a struggle for words. Amy had to bite her lip to stop from bursting into laughter. Clara turned her head away from the Scot and rested it back on the pillow. "It was just the Doctor being his usual crazy self, Amy - making shit up just to wind us up. And... and even if it was real, there's no way we're getting married there. There's absolutely no way we're going to fart our vows to eachother!"
Amy could contain it no more, and practically exploded into hysterics. Her body shook, tears streamed down her cheeks, and she struggled to breathe. She loved Clara more than anything, but it was so much fun to get her riled up.
As Amy continued to laugh herself silly, Clara tensed and held the blanket tighter. "Stop it or you're sleeping on your own."
Amy somehow found the willpower to calm herself down - eventually. She wiped the tears from her eyes and actually hiccupped as her guffaws turned to giggles. "Aw, baby, I'm sorry," she choked. "Forgive me?" She looked down at her fiancee... only to see Clara's own mouth twisting. The schoolteacher was struggling not to laugh herself. That, more than most anything, lightened Amy's heart.
"Only if you promise to stop all this crazy talk," replied Clara. She tried to put on an air of authority befitting a scholar, but Amy could always see through it. Clara craned her head again and looked at her betrothed in the eyes, shared mirth in her own. "We're getting married in London, circa 2015, and that's final - got it?" She then gave a knowing expression. "Because if you don't, teacher will get angry."
Amy felt her heart skip a beat. Something told her it would be well into the night before they actually got any sleep. "Well... I have been a naughty girl... "
TO BE CONCLUDED