Alaya and Fiona are washing the desert plates, glasses and tea set.
"I am finally home and I must leave again." She talks to her wife as she hands the wet cup. "Is this worth everything."
Mother Vastra looking behind the ice box, "I am sorry, you must."
"Why?" Fiona asks while cleaning the next cup.
"Elsie has something I need to read."
"Oh," Fiona stops and braces herself against the porcelain sink. "What do you know?"
Alaya places her a hand on top of Fiona's. "Only second hand information, from your London foursome."
Fiona whispers almost in anger, "Please. Alaya lets finish the dishes before we discuss anymore. If not, I shall throw every dish against the wall."
"Yes, dear. Please you have broken enough dishes accidentally. It would distress Mother Jenny enough that she will only allow you to have a child's cup." Alaya puts a long strand of red hair behind Fiona's ear. "My goodness, you do have untamed hair."
Fiona smiles and her heart skips a beat, those butterflies are back.
Mother Vastra is now looking above cabinets and curses in Silurian with each failing.
Alaya laughs, "Mother just concede. You shall never find the tea supply."
Mother Vastra comes to face her daughter, "Why?"
Alaya looks to her wife, "May I?"
Fiona nods.
"Because you are in a quest for tea. Stop looking for tea."
Mother Vastra is playing past conversations over in her mind. "The tea is hidden?"
Fiona and Alaya both nod yes.
Mother Vastra leaves the kitchen, "I need to think about this."
Fiona and Alaya burst out laughing.
"I guess I should look harder at finding my whiskey. We will start when we return to Edinburgh."
"Oh no, you are on your own. Remember, I have a bet going you will find your whiskey before my mother finds her tea. No helping."
"Please?" Fiona pouts and starts to take out a hairpin.
"You can let your hair fly free, I am playing fair. So should you." Alaya walks away into the drawing-room and plops down on the lounge. "This day is finally over." Looking at the clock, "It can't be midnight?"
Fiona comes and lays down next to her wife and uses her chest as a pillow.
Alaya instinctively blankets Fiona with her arms and closes her eyes with a smile.
"Good night you two," Mother Jenny says as she is escorted by Vastra to their own bedroom. "Remember tomorrow we travel."
Fiona moans and put a tighter hold around her wife.
"We should go to our room," Alaya softly speaks to her wife.
Fiona stands up and offers her wife a hand. "Lets go to bed."
"After you," Fiona steps aside to let her wife go up the stair first.
Fiona pinches her wife's arse.
"Hey!" Alaya leaps to the top step and smiles.
Fiona enters the bedroom, just as she has earlier today, but now it is more intimate. Something powerful. With Alaya facing the dresser Fiona takes the opportunity to strip down to her pale white skin, rapidly removes all her hairpins and shakes her hair out the lose bun.
Alaya turns around with two nightgowns in her hands to discover her wife with the fire hair is standing before her in her birthday suit. Freely she examines the delight set before her and offers a smile. She calmly turns back around and places the nightgowns back into the drawer, "I change my mind. I like your hair wild and long. I know it isn't practical for day-to-day." She turns back around to face her wife. Her heart is pounding out of her chest, that mane sends a charge through her body and her scales react. She slowly walks towards her wife with the same intense eyes from earlier today.
This time Fiona opens her arms allowing Alaya to express herself anyway she pleases.
By the time the landing clock strikes two an exhausted Fiona turns to her wife, "Next time ... Ah will be th' a one attacking ye. Be afraid, very afraid." She immediately falls asleep on her wife's chest.
Alaya chuckles, "Oh I am Scottish warrior, I am."