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'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter Six

Summary: Nyssa and Tegan have finally admitted their feelings for each other. Now that they've got the romantic tension out of the way, they can focus on the important things... like how to get a moment to themselves in a town full of people who love putting in. Not to mention the appearance of the filming crew for a certain cheesy sci-fi show, and -with them- a certain old friend of Nyssa's.

On the plus side, Tegan apparently has a thing for Nyssa in a corset. 🤭

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My apologies for the delay with this chapter, but -as you'll see- it's got a lot more going on than previous chapters did.

Just a word of warning; this chapter does contain some saucy and slightly kinky scenes (albeit with nothing explicit) so if that's not your cup of tea, I'd recommend skim-reading over those scenes.

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Read on AO3.

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Nyssa’s eyes slipped open.

The sunlight was gently entering the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, giving the whole place an atmosphere bathed in soft light.

Blinking, Nyssa became slowly aware that she wasn’t wearing any pyjamas. Or, indeed, any clothing whatsoever. And that her skin was covered with a thin layer of perspiration.

She was also aware that she was sharing the bed with another person.

Tegan was curled under the covers beside her, breathing softly in and out, still quite asleep.

Nyssa’s brain promptly kicked into gear, relaying all the events of the previous evening and what had caused this scenario. In thoroughly enjoyable detail.

Nyssa smiled to herself.

Tegan’s legs were intertwined with her own, and Nyssa couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the woman laying barely a few inches away. The Australian’s hair was messy (although not nearly as rumpled as Nyssa expected her own hair to currently look), with locks curled around her ears. Her shoulder muscles moved gently as she inhaled and exhaled. The rest of her was covered by the duvet, although -from what little Nyssa could see- Tegan’s skin was also covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Remembering how that sweat had been accumulated, Nyssa bit back a giggle.

Tegan stirred, letting out a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open. As her gaze focused on Nyssa, the brown orbs crinkled at the edges, and her mouth was wreathed in a wonderfully shy smile.

‘Morning,’ she said, cheeks dimpling. ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Like a log,’ Nyssa replied, unable to keep from smiling. ‘Did you?’

‘I should bloody well think so. Good grief, Nys; you didn’t have tire me out.’

Nyssa giggled.

‘I could say the same of you.’

‘You flatter me,’ Tegan said, reaching forward and gently stroking a finger down Nyssa’s side, and letting the duvet slide off her. ‘Wow; now this is a sight for sore sapphic eyes.’

‘Oh, stop it,’ Nyssa said, feeling her face flush pink. ‘That’s just the afterglow talking.’

‘If that’s true, it’s one heck of an afterglow. Although, not surprising, given how much your head was inbetween my-’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian laughed, snuggling up closer to Nyssa and putting an arm around Nyssa, her hand trailing absentmindedly up and down her back. Nyssa grinned, her own hand coming to rest on Tegan’s thigh.

‘So… what actually happens now?’

Tegan stared at her.

‘How do you mean?’

‘Like… do we continue now, or do I make you breakfast as a thank-you, or…’

‘You ask me like I’d know,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘Nys, I’ve never done this before.’

‘What?’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘You haven’t?’

‘No; I thought you had. You were the one who pulled me upstairs and everything.’

‘But you were the one who got out the contraceptives!’ Nyssa reasoned. ‘I thought…’

‘It’s good to be safe,’ Tegan shrugged. ‘In my defence, you were the one who got all dominant; kinda hard to query something when your brain is all scrambled. Come to think of it, it’s rather fitting that the dentist would have an oral fixation-’

‘You say that, but I seem to recall that you rather enjoyed it,’ Nyssa shot back, with a slightly smug smirk. ‘What was it? Something about “in the name of Sappho, don’t you dare stop”-’

‘Alright, alright; you’ve made your point!’ Tegan laughed. ‘I did enjoy it. Did… did you also enjoy it?’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa replied, before leaning over and kissing a kiss to the older woman’s lips. ‘You are utterly wonderful, Tegan Jovanka; please don’t ever forget that.’

It was Tegan’s turn to flush, and Nyssa took advantage of the opportunity to press another kiss to her lips, her hands giving Tegan a gentle squeeze on the hips.

‘I’ve nothing to compare this too,’ Tegan said, softly. ‘But… you were bloody brilliant, Nys.’

Nyssa felt her face burn brighter.

‘I could say the same about you, my darling. Besides, I suppose that maybe me being a dentist does make me more aware of…’

She trailed off.

She was a dentist… that meant she had work that morning!

Bollocks!

Nyssa sat bolt upright in the bed, and turned sideways to stare at the clock on the bedside table.

‘It’s almost seven! My first appointment is at eight-thirty!’

Tegan chuckled, as Nyssa frantically swung her legs over the side of the bed.

‘I’m sorry but I’m going to need to use your shower here,’ Nyssa explained, quickly. ‘I’ll pay you back for the water bill, of course. Otherwise I’m not going to be able to get back to my place in time to get changed into my scrubs and… Tegan, what are you doing?’

Tegan had sat up slightly, using her elbow to give her head upright. She was unashamedly staring at Nyssa, who remembered that she wasn’t wearing anything.

‘Enjoying the view,’ Tegan grinned, with a wink. ‘C’mon, Nys; can you blame me?’

Nyssa flushed, before letting out a giggle. She had to admit, the novelty was rather thrilling, despite the time pressure.

‘No, I can’t,’ she admitted. ‘But I do have to hurry. Where’s your bathroom?’

‘Next room along the hallway,’ Tegan replied. ‘I think I have a spare toothbrush under the sink.’

‘You’re an angel.’

Nyssa leaned over and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s cheek, before hurrying out of the room.

After going to the toilet (always good for the morning after, she’d read), Nyssa quickly used the spare toothbrush, before hopping into the shower. She let out a giggle as she did so; it was rather exhilarating being over at Tegan’s place like this. It was just a shame that she had work, and that they couldn’t spent the morning in each other’s arms.

The door of the bathroom creaked open creaked open.

‘Hang on,’ Tegan’s voice said. ‘Just brushing my teeth.’

‘R-right!’

‘Nys, are you seriously embarrassed right now?’

Nyssa ignored the question, instead turning on the shower and rubbing shampoo into her hair.

‘Never imagined I’d have you using my shower,’ Tegan mused, mouth half-full with toothpaste.

‘That makes two of us,’ Nyssa replied. ‘Are you sure you’re okay with me using it first?’

‘That’s a good point.’ -Tegan spat out the toothpaste- ‘My work starts only a little later. Hang on…’

A second later, Tegan pulled the curtain open and stepped in.

‘I have to shower too,’ she said, stepping under the water. ‘And we do have to save water; our reservoirs got really low last year.’

‘R-right,’ Nyssa said, unsure of exactly where she was supposed to look. She decided to just focus on Tegan’s face, but she was then accosted by the image of the Australian with water pouring off her hair and face onto her-

‘You alright, Nys?’ Tegan said, turning to face Nyssa whilst rubbing shampoo into her own hair. Suds were already dripping down the Australian’s neck and over her shoulders. ‘Sorry, is it too hot? I can turn down the temperature if you want.’

Nyssa felt her face burn, and quickly shook her head. She went back to rubbing shampoo into her hair.

‘By the way; what shampoo do you use?’ Tegan asked. ‘Your hair always smells lovely.’

‘Flattery will get you nowhere.’

‘Oh, really? Well, can you pass me the shower gel? I need to get all this sweat off.’

‘F-fine.’

‘I’ll do your back if you do mine-Nys!’

‘Yes?’

‘Nyssa… I’m not a scientist but I’m pretty sure that’s not my back you’re putting the gel onto. Your hands seem to have… gotten lost.’

‘Oh, would you demonstrate so I can do it correctly?’

‘You little minx!’

Nyssa let out a delighted squeal. A few moments later, showering was no longer a priority for either of them.

‘If I don’t go now, I’m going to be late!’

‘Nys; this is Cornwall,’ Tegan said, taking a bite of toast. ‘No-one will mind if you’re two minutes late.’

‘I will mind! Besides, I wouldn’t be late if you hadn’t… distracted me!’

Tegan smirked, and Nyssa found her face flushing again.

‘Am I a good distraction, love?’ Tegan chuckled, with a quick wink.

‘You know fully well you are,’ Nyssa shot back, before relenting and giving a quick laugh.

‘That makes two of us, then.’

Nyssa patted the pockets of her shorts to make sure she’d grabbed her phone, wallet and keys. After confirming that she hadn’t left anything upstairs, she darted round the table.

‘Goodbye, my darling,’ Nyssa said, reaching down and pressing a kiss to Tegan’s cheek. ‘I’ll see you later; dinner at my place?’

‘Sounds good,’ Tegan replied, grinning. ‘You sure Mel won’t mind?’

Nyssa groaned.

‘Oh, she’s going be a nightmare today. Is it alright with you if I just tell her what’s happened?’

‘Go for it. Although, maybe skip the extensive play-by-play of what happened upstairs.’

‘Agreed. Have a great day.’

‘You too.’

Nyssa gave a quick smile, before darting out into the corridor. A few seconds later, the door closed behind her.

Tegan rubbed the spot where Nyssa’s lips had touched, and gave a happy giggle, swinging her feet under the table.

Nyssa hurried through the front door of her place, and headed straight for her room. She hadn’t been able to brush her hair properly at Tegan’s and had simply left it loose; after changing into her scrubs (along with some fresh underthings), Nyssa began to quickly brush through her long bushy hair. Normally, she’d be annoyed about the hassle but, given how her hair had gotten so messy, she found it difficult to complain too much.

Stopping briefly to apply some deodorant, Nyssa dumped her phone, wallet and keys into her work bag, and hurried to the kitchen.

Of course, Mel was leaning against the counter, already dressed in her scrubs and with a horribly knowing look on her face.

‘Bit of a rush this morning, eh?’ she said, as Nyssa quickly boiled the kettle to make tea for her thermos. ‘I take it that you and Tegan dozed off on her sofa again.’

Nyssa bit her bottom lip, feeling her face burn.

‘Er… well…’

Mel turned to look at her, a hesitant smile on her face.

‘Nyssa, did you and Tegan…’

Nyssa put her hands on her face; her cheeks were now crimson.

‘I… well, Tegan and I…’ she stammered, unsure of exactly how to explain. ‘T-turns out, Tegan f-fancies me too. And now we’re… we’re…’

‘Nyssa!’

Mel gave a whoop of delight, and pulled her friend into a hug, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.

‘I knew it!’ the redhead exclaimed, clearly delighted. ‘You two just needed a bit of time, and you’d figure it all out! Oh, Nyssa; I’m so happy for you!’

Nyssa smiled, a little embarrassed but elated nonetheless.

‘Thanks,’ she replied, before gently easing Mel off her. ‘I do appreciate it, Mel. But… please don’t go mad just yet. It’s still very early days for Tegan and I.’

‘Oh, I understand,’ Mel said, still smiling happily. ‘You two need some space to navigate things.’

‘Speaking of which… Mel, would it be alright if Tegan came over for dinner this evening?’

‘Of course!’ Mel replied, grinning. ‘I’ve been meaning to try the organic place down the coast, so go wild!’

Then, a smirk crept over the redheads face.

‘Speaking of going wild… did you and Tegan-’

‘Mel!’

‘What? Nyssa; I’ve literally seen you with your hands up Polly’s blouse, nothing shocks me anymore-’

‘Stop bringing that up!’ exclaimed the mortified dentist. ‘If you want to know, fine! I spent most of last night in Tegan’s bed with her legs over my shoulders! There; are you happy now?’

Mel giggled.

‘You did tell her that you’re ace, right?’

‘Aces can have sex lives!’ Nyssa exclaimed, face still burning. ‘And, well, I was the one who got carried away with it!’

‘I’m sure Tegan wasn’t complaining-’

‘Mel!’

~Someone just left Tegan’s place…

~Jo, not this again; don’t you have anything better to do?

~Can I help it if Nyssa leaves Tegan’s cottage when I’m stood in my kitchen drinking my tea?

~So, it was Nyssa, then?

~Yes. She stayed over, by the looks of things. Didn’t I say it was a romantic bike ride for them both yesterday? Awww, romance is blossoming in our little town…

~You say that like Ian and Barbara haven’t been adorably cute for the past twenty-odd years.

~Ian and Barbara are different; that’s like watching your parents hold hands.

~Jo, didn’t you used to fancy Barbara back in the day?

~Didn’t we all?

~I didn’t.

~Benton, you’re acearo; pretty sure everyone else in town has had a crush on Barbara or Ian at some point.

~How about a poll? For Pride?

~Barbara is going to HATE you all by the end of the month.

~Benton, are all acearo’s spoilsports, or is that just you?

~It’s my own personal quality. XD

The day at work passed at an agonisingly slow pace. The morning appointments seemed to five times as long as they normally would, and her lunchbreak crept past slowly. The afternoon wasn’t much better.

However, the end of the working day did eventually arrive, and Nyssa hurried home, Mel staying behind to lock up the practice. Nyssa immediately hurried and took a very quick wash; she didn’t want to smell of dental disinfectant for her evening in with Tegan. She settled on what she’d be wearing (a nice summer blouse and shorts) and applied a little lip-balm as opposed to make-up; she didn’t want to spend all evening worrying about smudging her foundation.

She then headed to the kitchen, and began setting everything up. She put out the cutlery, and then got out a large pan for the meal she was going to be cooking. Grabbing an apron and then washing her hands, Nyssa set to work chopping up onions.

Mel entered through the front door shortly later. Nyssa turned to her, wearing a face mask to stop her eyes running from the onions.

‘Spaghetti bolognaise?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Thought it would be nice; not too formal, but enough of an effort to be noticeable.’

‘Oh, how romantic,’ Mel smiled. ‘You two have fun; I’ll be out all evening.’

Mel went to get changed and then waved to Nyssa as she left. Nyssa responded in kind, before continuing to cook.

A little while later, Nyssa’s phone beeped. Tegan had just finished work and, once she’d gotten changed, she’d be right over.

Nyssa bit back the nervous smile on her face as she replied quickly with a thumbs-up. She wanted this evening to go well; things between Tegan and her were still very new, and she didn’t want to mess up this exciting closeness between the two of them.

By this point, the food was cooking nicely, and Nyssa put them both on low heat to keep ticking over.

Another ten minutes crept past, and there was a knock at the door.

Nyssa gave herself a quick look in the mirror, before remembering what she had looked like for most of the previous night, and hurried out to the front door.

Tegan was stood on the doorstep. She was wearing a top made of a flimsy, lightweight material. Rather unusually, she was also wearing a skirt this evening; it was made of leather and… was it really that short? Nyssa’s eyes must have been playing tricks on her.

‘Alright, love?’ Tegan said, grinning as Nyssa moved aside to let her in. The Australian leaned in as she passed to give Nyssa a peck on the cheek. ‘Good day at work?’

‘Not too bad, thanks,’ Nyssa said, smiling. The two of them headed into the kitchen. ‘How was yours?’

‘Spent most of the afternoon on board one of the fishing boats,’ the Australian said, sitting down opposite Nyssa at the table. ‘Hence why I’m a bit late; had to take a shower.’

‘Yes, I do prefer it when you don’t stink of fish.’

The two women chuckled. Nyssa reached over the table and softly placed her hand over Tegan’s, giving it a squeeze. The Australian’s face flushed prettily, and her dimples showed as she smiled.

Nyssa’s timer on her phone went out, and the two women startled, before giggling. Nyssa stood up and headed to the hob.

‘Would you like a hand?’ Tegan asked, from the table.

‘You just sit there and relax,’ Nyssa said, already straining the water out of the spaghetti. ‘I’ll take care of it.’

A few moments later, two large plates were placed on the table, and Nyssa sat down across from Tegan.

‘Er… dig in, I suppose.’

Tegan smiled, and tucked in.

‘Wow!’ she said, covering her mouth with a hand and grinning at Nyssa. ‘Damn, Nys; that’s good!’

Nyssa giggled, feeling her cheeks pinken at the compliment.

‘Thank you, my darling.’

The two continued to eat in companionable silence. It was only after finishing off the desert (Cornish Ice Cream) that Tegan spoke up again.

‘So… “my darling”?’ she asked, as the two of them began to wash the dishes.

‘You’re the one calling me “love”.’

Tegan chuckled.

‘Fair point. I rather like us using those terms, not gonna lie.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah,’ Tegan smiled, a little shyly. ‘Never thought I’d be anyone’s darling, to be honest.’

‘Whyever not?’

‘Dunno. Just never thought I’d be this lucky.’

Nyssa pressed her lips to Tegan’s.

‘I could say the same,’ she breathed, and the Australian gazed at her with such gentle warmth that Nyssa was unable to stop herself kissing her again.

The two of them finished the dishes, and headed into the sitting room (Nyssa having poured them two glasses of lemonade). The two women nestled themselves comfortably on the sofa, Nyssa putting her arm around Tegan’s shoulders and giving her a soft squeeze.

‘I didn’t know you wore skirts.’

‘I’m not completely without feminine qualities,’ Tegan cheeked. ‘Besides… given how often your eyes have wandered this evening, I think you rather like seeing my legs.’

Nyssa giggled.

‘Oh, I know you’re feminine,’ she giggled. ‘And you know I like your legs, given how long they were wrapped around my head-’

‘Nyssa!’

Tegan let out a flustered laugh, her face pinkening.

‘Well, it’s true!’

‘Ah, mon amour…’

‘You speak French?’

‘Well,’ Tegan said, with a shrug. ‘If you spend half your adolescence in a French boarding school, you’re bound to pick up some of the local lingo.’

Nyssa stared at her.

‘You better not be joking, Tegan Jovanka.’

‘I’m serious.’

‘How on earth did you end up in a French boarding school?’

‘Mum and dad sent me there; they thought it would help broaden my horizons. Hang on…’

She reached into the pocket of her skirt, and pulled out her phone. After some quick scrolling, she held it up for Nyssa to see.

‘Is that… a sailor suit?’

‘It was the uniform,’ Tegan said, sounding mortified. ‘And, yes, my mum thought it was the cutest thing ever.’

‘It is!’ Nyssa exclaimed, delightedly. ‘Oh, Tegan; you look so cute!’

‘Cheers,’ Tegan groaned, putting the phone away quickly, as if she had been expecting that response and wanted to move on as fast as possible. ‘Now can we never talk about it again?’

‘Oh, this is going to live in my head rent-free,’ Nyssa giggled. ‘Tegan Jovanka, French boarding school student in a ridiculously cute uniform!’

Tegan sighed.

‘Alright, fine; we can talk about it,’ she said, before a sudden idea seemed to blossom in her head, and she gave a grin. ‘But can… can you show me the Rocky Horror picture?’

Nyssa felt her face flush.

‘That’s different,’ she said. ‘You in a sailor suit is cute. Me in a black corset is-’

‘Hot? Sexy? Insanely attractive?’

Nyssa swallowed, flustered.

‘You… you think so?’

‘Nys, I’m a lesbian who fancies the literal pants off you; what do you think?’

‘I… I think you have very high expectations.’

‘About you? Nyssa…’

Tegan suddenly looked upset.

‘What?’

‘You’re doing that negative self-talk thing again,’ the Australian said. ‘And I don’t bloody like it when you talk about yourself like that.’

Nyssa felt her heart well.

‘Oh, Tegan…’

She pressed their lips together, softly.

‘You’re wonderful,’ she said, pulling away slightly.

‘I try,’ Tegan said. ‘As for the photo, I’ve got a better idea… do you still have the corset?’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian gave a low, husky laugh. Nyssa felt a shiver go up her spine.

‘W-well, I do, yes,’ Nyssa admitted. ‘But I don’t even know if it fits me anymore.’

‘Oh, really?’ Tegan said, with a grin. ‘Even better, I’d say-’

Tegan climbed into Nyssa’s lap, and gently rested her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders. Nyssa swallowed, feeling her pulse quicken. She had been expecting something like to happen at some point that evening, but she was mentally unprepared for sudden close physical contact of this nature with Tegan. A certain part of her brain recommended placing her hands on Tegan’s back, and Nyssa took the majority vote. The Australian grinned, clearly enjoying herself.

‘Nyssa…’ Tegan purred, deeply, into Nyssa’s ear. Her finger slipped up Nyssa’s neck and began to twirl a lock of her hair through her finger. ‘Please…’

She punctuated that last word with a squirm in Nyssa’s lap. The dentist gave a jolt.

‘F-fine!’ she stammered, very much aware of how much Tegan’s skirt was riding up. Her hands had somehow sunk down Tegan’s back while she wasn’t paying attention; Tegan, on the other hand, had clearly paid attention to this, and gave another giddy squirm. ‘But you’ll have to wait while I get changed!’

Tegan grinned, blinking excitedly.

About fifteen minutes later, Nyssa surveyed herself in her bedroom mirror.

On balance, she thought she looked nice enough. The corset wasn’t a bargain-basement item, after all; she’d bought it (second hand, admittedly) from a shop in Soho that seemed to specialise in such clothing.

Nyssa had also decided to put on the matching stockings and suspenders, just for the look of the thing. She brushed out her hair again and -on impulse- put on the little black choker that she’d once gotten as a joke birthday present from Polly and Ben.

Nyssa turned, and looked over her shoulder into the mirror.

Well, she didn’t have much of a frame of reference for this sort of thing, but she supposed that she looked nice. Well, maybe a little better than nice. The black material of the ensemble seemed to contrast nicely with her pale skin. However, while the corset did still fit her well enough, her curves had become more accentuated in the intervening years, causing the corset to act far as the support it had been originally intended for than when she had worn it to the Rocky Horror night all those years ago. She hadn’t bothered to lace too tight, but she was positive that she did not normally have such a pronounced hourglass figure. And that her chest was not normally as noticeable as it currently was.

Of course, historically, women had worn chemises under their corsets, but this one was designed to be worn on the skin directly. It wasn’t especially uncomfortable, but Nyssa supposed that this was due to her not lacing tightly. Modern films often gave corsets a bad name, but they were designed to be practical undergarments, the same as many modern day bras in execution.

This one definitely wasn’t designed for everyday use, though.

Giving up on trying to figure out whether this was attractive to look at, Nyssa instead wondered what Tegan look like wearing it.

A few moments later, Nyssa stopped squeezing her thighs together and stood back up. Still breathing a tad heavily, she decided that she probably did look attractive in this. She gave a cough, clearing her throat.

At the very least, she hoped that Tegan would like it.

Nyssa opened the door, and hurried back to the sitting room. She poked her head around the door.

Tegan immediately sat up, grinning.

Feeling rather flustered, Nyssa entered the room. Tegan’s eyes widened larger and larger as she gaze upon the dentist.

‘Wow…’ Tegan said, eyes alight. ‘Nys, you look… damn…’

Nyssa found herself blushing slightly, and a shiver went up her spine. She could already feel warmth beginning to blossom just south of her stomach, and gooseflesh was appearing on the short gap of pale skin of her thighs, just above the top of the stockings.

She had to admit, the idea of Tegan sat in front of her, awed and enraptured by the sight of Nyssa, was something she could get used to very easily.

Feeling suddenly confident, Nyssa slowly crossed the room, taking the time to let Tegan’s gaze travel up and down her body. She stood for a moment in front of Tegan, before placing a foot on the seat cushion next to her, and peered down at Tegan.

The Australian goggled at her, her own breaths coming out heavy and gasping, as if scarcely able to function.

‘I think,’ Nyssa whispered, cocking an eyebrow upwards and smirking. ‘That you are surprisingly kinky, Tegan Jovanka.’

‘Y-yeah,’ Tegan gasped. ‘I guess I am.’

Nyssa gave a chuckle. She reached over and gently tilted Tegan’s chin upwards with her finger. The Australian seemed unable to move a muscle, simply breathing in and out with a belaboured gasp.

Nyssa put her leg back down, and slinked gently onto the seat next to Tegan. With one hand still cupping Tegan’s chin, Nyssa pressed her lips in a soft kiss to the older woman’s mouth.

Tegan seemed to shiver.

With a knowing grin, Nyssa climbed into Tegan’s lap, straddling her thighs. The Australian’s breath seemed to hitch in her throat, and Nyssa could sworn that Tegan’s thighs quivered underneath her. The warmth below Nyssa’s stomach dropped down further, spreading like a fire between her legs. Yes… yes…

‘I… take… it,’ Nyssa breathed, accentuating each word with a kiss to Tegan’s neck. ‘That… you… like… my… outfit?’

Tegan nodded, breathlessly. Her hands were already running up and down Nyssa’s legs, lingering on the clasps of the stockings.

‘Y-you really went all-out with this, huh,’ Tegan stammered, huskily.

Nyssa grinned.

Their lips met, hungrily. Nyssa’s eyes fluttered shut. hands became ensnared in Tegan’s hair, while Tegan’s hands were already fumbling with the top clasp of the corset. A few moments later, Nyssa felt the fire burn stronger between her legs, as Tegan’s hands began to… oh…

‘Nys…’ Tegan moaned, against her lips. ‘God…’

Nyssa’s eyes opened, and her hands slipped down from Tegan’s hair, and began to grasp at the material of her top, letting it slip off her shoulders. Tegan gave a moan against Nyssa’s lips as Nyssa’s fingers traversed her skin, before quickly the clasp around her back. The fire between Nyssa’s legs was burning stronger and stronger with each passing second that Nyssa remained in contact with Tegan. More… more… yes…

Nyssa’s other hand slipped down, and found the hem line of Tegan’s skirt. Her fingers slipped under, to find-

‘Oh, Tegan…’ she whispered, against the Australian’s lips. ‘You weren’t kidding about liking the corset, were you?...’

Tegan’s face flushed further, but she didn’t seem to care. She was already sweating profusely, and her thighs trembled as Nyssa’s hand continued their explorations.

‘Nyssa…’ Tegan breathed, like a mantra. ‘Oh, god… Nyssa…’

The fire roaring its approval, Nyssa began -slowly, at first- to writhe in Tegan’s lap, growing in intensity as she did so. The Australian gave another deep moan, and her hands slipped down Nyssa’s body to land on her thighs, her fingers sinking a little into the soft skin as she held Nyssa closer.

Nyssa’s heart was now pounding against her chest, and she could feel the blood roaring in her ears. As she pressed herself closer to Tegan, and her fingers under the skirt continued to illicit such noises from the Australian, Nyssa found herself panting hungrily against Tegan’s lips. She wanted -she needed- more… more…

God, this was wonderful! This was ecstasy! This was-

‘Oh, sorry, you two are busy, didn’t mean to intrude…’

Both Tegan and Nyssa startled. Seemingly on reflex, Tegan’s arms looped protectively around Nyssa’s back, attempting to shield her from view.

Mel, covering her eyes with one hand, was stood in the doorway, having presumably paused on the way to her room. The redhead gave an awkward giggle.

‘I’ll just be off to my room,’ Mel said, still covering her eyes. ‘You two have a nice evening; I take it you two remembered me mentioning that picture from the Rocky Horror night-’

‘Mel!’ Nyssa exclaimed, mortified, as she quickly pulled up the corset.

‘Sorry! Don’t mind me!’

A few moments later, Mel’s bedroom door swung closed.

‘Sorry,’ Nyssa mumbled, . ‘That rather ruined it, didn’t it-’

At that moment, Tegan flipped Nyssa down onto the sofa, and pressed their lips together again. The Australian’s hands were already roaming. A few seconds later, several more clasps of the corset had been unfastened, and Nyssa gave a low growl of excitement.

Chest heaving, Tegan pulled away.

‘Bedroom?’

‘Bedroom,’ Nyssa agreed, breathlessly.

Without another word, Tegan hoisted Nyssa up into her arms, carrying her like a bride. Half-walking, half-running, Tegan carried Nyssa out of the sitting room and along to Nyssa’s room closing the door behind her with a nudge of her hips. A few moments later, there were several thumps of discarded clothing hitting the floor.

Nyssa giggled, as she fell with Tegan softly onto the bed. Hopefully, Mel had put in her earplugs already.

‘So, are we going to talk about-’

‘No, Mel; we are not.’

Nyssa glared at her friend. It was getting close to 4pm the next day. There was only one final appointment slot left, and Nyssa was looking forward to having a nice evening at the beach. Tegan, after the two of them had eaten breakfast in Nyssa’s kitchen, had suggested that Nyssa have another surfing lesson. It was due to be a lovely evening of gentle sunshine, so Nyssa had agreed. And not just because she wanted to see Tegan in her wetsuit again (although that was an added perk, she supposed).

‘I’m just saying,’ Mel chuckled, ‘that, if you are going to get your kink on with Tegan, maybe doing that with her in your room might be a nice alternative to the sitting room-’

‘It wasn’t planned!’ Nyssa said, feeling her cheeks flush. ‘I forget you were due to be arriving back later, and… and Tegan had asked to see…’

Mel giggled, grinning.

‘Judging from the occasional noises coming from your bedroom, I take it that Tegan did very much enjoy it-’

‘Mel!’

The redhead gave another good-natured laugh.

‘In all seriousness,’ she said, still giggling. ‘Your next appointment is here.’

‘Who is it? There wasn’t anyone booked into the diary’

‘It’s a late booking. Local woman,’ Mel said, a curious smile playing on her lips. ‘A certain… Ms Jovanka.’

Nyssa bounded out of her chair, and stormed past Mel and into the waiting room. Sure enough, there was only one person waiting at that time. Tegan was sat (looking rather pretty in a light blue button-down shirt and a cream skirt) in a chair. As Nyssa entered, the Australian put down the magazine she had been reading, and she looked up, the pupils in her brown eyes dilating.

‘Hello, love.’

Nyssa momentarily forgot what she had been planning on saying, and her heart happily pounded against her chest, like a dog who had spotted its owner.

‘H-hello, my darling,’ Nyssa stammered, before the sensible her brain managed to finally catch up with the rest of her. ‘Er…Tegan, what are you doing here?’

‘Well, I do need a check-up,’ Tegan said, bemused. ‘And, well, you’re the only dental practice in town.’

‘But that’s…’

‘What?’

‘Tegan… I can’t have you as a patient.’

‘Why not?’

‘You know darn well why not!’ Nyssa exclaimed, cheeks pinkening. ‘If you end up sat in my dental chair with me looking down into your mouth, I… things will end up unprofessional very quickly!’

‘Oh.’ Tegan looked startled, before flushing slightly. ‘Yeah, I didn’t think about that. Er… maybe Mel can do my check-up? If she qualified?’

‘I am, indeed,’ Mel said, following Nyssa into the waiting room and giving a cheerful smile. ‘Just through here, Tegan…’

As Tegan walked into the clinic room, Mel snickered silently over her shoulder at Nyssa, who blushed and giggled in return.

~Okay, this chat is for Pride organising ONLY from now on; this rumour-milling is getting out of hand.

~Benton!

~He’s got a point, Jo. We need to focus on the events at Pride.

~Mike! That’s no fair!

~I am on the committee for this, Jo; I love some gossip as much as the next person, but PRIORITIES ‘kay?

~:(

~Stop whining, Jo.

~Liz speaks the truth.

~It’s a gift, Mike.

~TEGAN WENT TO VISIT NYSSA AT THE DENTISTS TODAY; I SAW HER GO IN!

~What did I JUST say, Jo?

~Fine. I’m done now. Nevermind.

~Good.

~Glad you agree, Jo.

~Spoilsports. :(

‘So… check-up went okay?’

‘Mel says I’ve got nothing to worry about,’ Tegan said, with a shrug. ‘Although I was hoping I could have you instead.’

‘You’ve had me enough times lately, Tegan Jovanka-’

‘Ssshhh!’ Tegan shushed, giggling. ‘Nys, you can’t say things like that in public!’

The two of them were sat on the beach. Nyssa was wearing a borrowed rash vest and swimming trunks, while Tegan had her usual summer wetsuit on. The Australian somehow managed to look even more fetching in it than the last time Nyssa had seen her wearing it, but maybe that was because she now knew what Tegan looked like under it.

‘Oh, there’s no-one around,’ Nyssa chuckled, before pressing a kiss to Tegan’s cheek. ‘Now, are you going to get me surfing, or are we going to spend all evening just flirting?’

‘I mean, we can do both if you want…’

It took about an hour of practice before Nyssa could kneel on the board without immediately tipping over into the water. But she was encouraged by Tegan’s assessment that most people couldn’t get this far over an entire summer, let alone a few hours of practice.

While it was possible that Tegan was just overexaggerating to make Nyssa feel better, Nyssa didn’t mind too much.

This time, Nyssa managed to stay upright on her knees for about twenty seconds, before pitching sideways and sinking gently under the smooth waves. A few moments later, she emerged from the water, laughing and throwing her head back, hair flying out behind her. On a peaceful summer evening like this, being taught to surf by a wonderful woman like Tegan, Nyssa found it hard to complain about anything.

‘Tegan,’ she said, looking around for the Australian. ‘I think I’m getting the hang of this!’

Tegan, stood on her own board, was staring at her. Her brown eyes shone as she beheld Nyssa.

Of course, it was never a good idea to lose focus whilst surfing. A few moments later, Tegan slipped off the side of her board, and emerged next to Nyssa, hair plastered to her forehead.

The two women giggled, before swimming back to the shore, boards bobbing along behind them.

Nyssa awoke in Tegan’s bed, and smiled to herself as she recalled the events of the previous evening. On the Friday afternoon, Tegan had invited her round for another home-cooked meal (stir-fry this time), and the two of them had followed this by watching a few episodes of ‘The Good Life’. Tegan had mostly used the time to comment on Nyssa’s good taste in women whenever Felecity Kendal was on-screen, but Nyssa found it hard to care. Especially since Tegan had spent most of that time leaning with her head on Nyssa’s shoulder.

After they’d watched a third episode, the kissing and cuddling had become more important than watching, so they’d decided to call it an early night and had headed upstairs to the bedroom, having ditched their clothes on the sofa a while before. They’d eventually gone to sleep around… 11.30? Neither of them had been paid much thought to the time.

Nyssa yawned, stretched and got out of bed. She could hear the sounds of Tegan humming to the radio in the kitchen. She basked in the feeling of a lazy Saturday morning for a moment, smiling to herself and enjoying the feeling of Tegan’s duvet against her bare skin. Deciding that she didn’t want to get dressed and showered just yet, Nyssa climbed out of bed and headed downstairs.

Tegan was stood at the hob, wearing a pair of pyjama shorts. Nyssa smile, and came to stand just behind her, wrapping her arms around Tegan’s stomach.

‘Eggs on toast?’

‘Mmmm,’ Nyssa agreed, a little sleepily, and nuzzling into Tegan’s neck. ‘Sounds good...’

The Australian chuckled.

‘And you’re not just saying that because you’re currently copping a feel?’

Nyssa ignored this comment. Tegan was correct, but they both knew that; it didn’t need to be acknowledged. After all, it wasn’t as if either of them disliked what was currently happening. Judging from the previous night, Tegan definitely liked it.

‘As much as I love the feeling of you pressing into my back,’ Tegan said, with a giggle. ‘If we get distracted, these eggs are gonna burn.’

‘Distracted?’

‘Nys, how can I concentrate on cooking when my back is being assaulted by your ample-’

Nyssa spluttered into laughter, and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s cheek. She then turned and headed into the sitting room, hoping to put on the dress she’d been wearing the previous evening.

However, at that moment, the doorbell rang.

‘Nys, can you get that?’ Tegan called, from the kitchen. ‘Probably Jo with the local newsletter…’

Nyssa quickly wrapped a robe around herself, and went to open the door. But the woman standing on the doorstep wasn’t Jo Grant.

‘Hello!’

‘Barbara?’ Nyssa said, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in her robe. She was also aware that she probably looked distinctly bed-rumpled. ‘H-hello, how are you?’

‘Good, thank you,’ replied the teacher, with a cheerful smile. ‘Sorry to bother you both so earlier; just thought I’d let you know about the television work that’s happening in the town today.’

‘Television work?’

‘Yes; are you familiar with “Professor Mysterious”?’

‘The long-running science-fiction series for the BBC?’ Nyssa said, eyes widening. ‘Starting in the nineteen-sixties and continuing, with a few hiatuses, into the present da- I mean, yes, I think so.’

Barbara chuckled.

‘Don’t worry; I’m a fan too. Which is why I was so excited when I heard the production crew wanted to film around Tregonnereth.’

‘That’s fantastic!’ Nyssa exclaimed.

‘Ah, a Ninth Professor afficionado,’ Barbara said, with an approving nod. ‘You have good taste.’

At that moment, however, a distraction came from inside the cottage.

‘Nys, did you want salt on your egg-Barbara?!’

Tegan hurried back into the kitchen, covering herself up with her arms.

Barbara laughed good-naturedly.

‘Don’t worry, Tegan,’ she called along the hallway. ‘I saw much worse when you were staying over at ours on the sofa.’

‘Not funny!’ came the mortified Australian’s reply.

‘Er… sorry about that,’ Nyssa said, tightening her robe around her. She wished that she had chosen to put on her dress instead; the robe didn’t so much hide her curves as accentuate them.

‘Oh, don’t worry, dear; I was young once,’ Barbara said, before a twinkle appeared in her eye. ‘In fact, Ian and myself did get up to a good deal of mischief after hours at teacher training college-’

‘Barbara!’ Tegan said, darting forward. She had clearly grabbed the first thing she could find to cover herself, as she was now wearing an apron. ‘Can we please not hear this particular anecdote?’

Barbara chuckled.

‘Well, you two enjoy your weekend; I think one of the production team said they knew you, Nyssa. Does the name “Romana” ring any bells?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Yes; she was my senior at university. She was hoping to catch up with me during her time down here.’

‘Oh, wonderful; I’m sure you’ll have lots to chat about,’ Barbara said, smiling. ‘And you can introduce her to Tegan, as well!’

The teacher waved, and headed back along the street.

‘So… Romana?’ Tegan said, closing the door.

‘That senior from my university who called during our first… er…’

‘The one who called halfway through?’ Tegan said, nodding as they headed into the kitchen and sat down to eat. ‘Yeah, I remember that pretty vividly.’

‘So do I, to be honest,’ Nyssa cheeked. ‘Has it really been almost a week already?’

‘Apparently,’ Tegan grinned, her cheeks flushing slightly. ‘To be honest, my brain took a while to catch up after I found me fancying you wasn’t unrequited.’

Nyssa giggled, her own cheeks flushed just as much.

After they had eaten (Tegan cooked a good breakfast indeed, and Nyssa made a mental note to ask whether the Australian had ever worked as a chef) and then finished the washing up, Tegan turned to Nyssa.

‘What time did you say Romana was meeting you?’

‘Around 11; she’s got her break then.’

‘Lovely. I’ve got some errands to run for the old boys around lunch, but I’ll probably be free after mid-afternoon. Do… do you want me to meet her?’

‘If you like,’ Nyssa said. ‘I’m not sure if you’ll enjoy it; we’ll probably just talk about old times and dentistry.’

‘Nah, I’d like to,’ Tegan grinned. ‘If she’s your friend, she must be pretty awesome.’

Nyssa smiled, and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s cheek.

‘You’re wonderful, you know.’

Tegan blushed, prettily. It was rather unfair that she was so pretty, but Nyssa found it far less unfair than she had done just a week prior.

‘Well, we’re got a few hours,’ Tegan said. ‘How do you want to spend the morning?’

In response, Nyssa reached behind Tegan and pulled apart the apron strings. The garment descended to Tegan’s feet, and the Australian gave a giddy squeal as Nyssa’s hands curled around the fabric of her pyjama shorts. A few moments later, the shorts had been abandoned on the floor, along with Nyssa’s robe. It was going to be a good morning.

~So, we’re all just ignoring the fact that Tegan and Nyssa are staying over at each other’s places virtually every other night now?

~Like we said; it’s not any of our business. If they want to tell us, they will.

~Exactly.

~So, yes, we are ignoring it, Jo. Unless you’re suggesting forcing a confession out of them both?

~No. No, I’m not. :( I just… I want them to be happy!

~They may be happier sorting it out by themselves. Leave them be.

~Oh, alright. Benton, this doesn’t count as me “rumour-milling”, does it?

~Border-line. Mike, have you got the glitter order sorted yet?

~It’s due tomorrow. Oh, and my new heels are FINALLY here!

~I’ll never get used to seeing you in drag, Mike.

~Because I look damn good, Liz; that’s why.

~Oh, ha ha.

~Benton, have we missed anything?

~No. I even got an extra medical kit just in case you fall over in those heels.

~I am not that bad!

~Mike, you once knocked yourself out on your own fridge door. Excuse me for being prepared.

~You’re such a scout.

~Yes, how terrible that I am similar to Superman.

~You look more like a Ken to me.

~I am Kenough, thank you very much.

~Oh, so THIS is fine but I can’t talk about Tegan and Nyssa?

~Yes, Jo. That’s exactly the case.

On reflection, Nyssa thought it had been great to see Romana again. The two hadn’t been able to chat for long, but that had been due to Romana only having a short lunch break. During her half-hour break, the two women had headed to the village café, and had gotten caught up properly; Nyssa mainly talking about her new life in Cornwall, and Romana talking about her life working with the production crew (which was normally based in Cardiff).

On the way back to where the production crew had based themselves (in the harbour, primarily) Nyssa had mentioned that she was a fan of the programme, and Romana had nodded, saying that this didn’t surprise her. Apparently, the programme still had the wobbly sets and corny dialogue that Nyssa had adored growing up. It made her happy to know that not everything on television had to be super-serious.

While she did have half-a-mind to go down and look around the set, she knew she’d just be getting under the feet of the crew. Besides, she might end up bumping into one of the actors and would probably embarrass herself somehow. Instead, she had simply asked Romana if -when she had a spare moment- she could get Nyssa some autographs. Romana had smiled, nodding.

Since Romana’s shift was due to end in the middle of the afternoon (it was difficult to tell with filming work), Nyssa had then suggested that they meet up for an early dinner, and Romana had happily agreed.

Nyssa headed back to her place; Tegan was out doing the errands she had mentioned. However, upon entering the kitchen, she found Mel sat at the table, browsing through her phone.

‘How’s Romana?’

‘She’s good,’ Nyssa replied, pouring herself a glass of water and sitting down at the table. ‘I never realised how busy production is for these programmes.’

‘Tell me about it; the group chat’s been buzzing all day. I had a quick look in on the set; it looks pretty interesting. The production crew seem nice.’

‘That sounds about right; I think everyone’s really excited about it.’

‘You didn’t tell me that Tegan was helping them with the stuff.’

Nyssa froze.

‘Is she? I thought she was doing errands for the old boys.’

‘Hang on, I think Barbara asked her to help…’

Mel stood up and walked round the table, kneeling down so that Nyssa could see her phone.

‘Oh, yes,’ Nyssa said, reading the message. ‘I suppose Tegan is the odd-job person for the town.’

Mel then scrolled down to the most recent message, which was accompanied by a photo. Tegan was stood, walking along the harbour, alongside…

‘Who’s… that?’ Nyssa said, slowly.

‘I think she said her name was Peri,’ Mel said, with a shrug. ‘American, very friendly.’

‘Right.’

The redhead turned to look at Nyssa, whose mouth was set into a purse.

‘Nyssa, are you… jealous?’ Mel giggled.

‘What? No!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘Of course I’m not; this… Peri person seems perfectly nice. I’m sure she and Tegan are getting along fine.’

‘Uh huh.’

‘Mel!’

‘Oh, Nyssa,’ Mel chuckled. ‘I’ve seen the way Tegan looks at you; trust me, you don’t have to worry about Peri.’

Nyssa huffed, and swatted at Mel’s arm.

Mel left Nyssa to her jealous irritation (thought Nyssa adamantly insisted that she wasn’t jealous in the slightest) and headed back into the town centre, enjoying the atmosphere of how unusually-busy the place was.

She was just watching some of the filming from a safe distance when-

‘Alright, Mel?’

Mel was pleased to see that Ace had come to stand next to her.

‘Hello, Ace,’ she said, giving the shorter woman a gentle nudge with her shoulder. ‘People-watching as well, eh?’

‘Something like that,’ Ace grinned, cheeks dimpling. ‘I take it Nyssa’s got in a huff about that photo in the group chat.’

‘You would be correct,’ Mel giggled. ‘Nyssa is rather fun to watch when she’s jealous.’

Ace let out a laugh, before suddenly looking a little shy as she turned to Mel.

‘Mel… have you heard about the Pride events taking place next week?’

‘It’s rather hard not to,’ Mel chuckled. ‘Yes, I thought I’d come along. Probably bring my bi badges and flag too.’

‘O-oh,’ Ace said, blinking quickly. ‘Yeah, that’s… that’s awesome.’

Mel giggled.

Ace smiled, her dimples showing again. She reached over and gave Mel’s hand a gentle squeeze.

‘Guess I’ll… see you at Pride, then.’

‘Guess you will,’ Mel said, softly.

Ace smiled, gave Mel’s hand another soft squeeze, before walking away. Mel went back to looking at the filming, a very happy smile playing on her lips.

‘Oh, just pop those here, Tegan.’

Tegan was helping the production crew with moving things. It was getting on for mid-afternoon, and the Australian was looking forward to meeting up with Nyssa and her friend soon.

She headed towards where Benton had indicated, and gently eased the rolled-up matte paintings into the back of the van. By the sounds of it, this particular episode of “Professor Mysterious” was supposed to be set on an alien word, hence the backgrounds that indicated a purple sky with scarlet red grass.

To be honest, Tegan had only watched a couple of episodes when she had been growing up in Australia, but what she had seen was pretty fun. She was already suspecting that Nyssa was probably a big fan.

‘Benton,’ she asked, turning to the man, who was looking over an itinerary for the days filming. ‘You wouldn’t happen to know where the actors have gone, would you?’

‘After some autographs for Nyssa, eh?’ Benton replied, causing Tegan to blush despite his straightforward tone. ‘I think they’re probably in the pub.’

Tegan nodded.

‘Oh, are you looking for the actors?’ came a voice from behind Tegan.

Tegan turned. A woman was stood nearby. She was of roughly similar height to Tegan, with long dirty-blonde hair that was hanging down over a droopy red top. A pair of white capri trousers and sensible shoes completed the ensemble. The woman had spoken with a rather posh English accent, and Tegan could tell that -whoever she was- this woman had a commanding presence, albeit not in the upper-class-jerk way.

‘Yeah,’ Tegan replied, as Benton headed away to check on other stuff that needed packing. ‘I’m after some autographs; I’ve got a friend who likes the show.’

‘So have I,’ the blonde said. ‘We can ask for them together, if you like. I imagine the actors will be pleased.’

The two women headed out of the harbour and towards the pub. Mike Yates was on duty that afternoon, and duly pointed them in the direction of the actors.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Tegan had several autographs. She smiled; she hoped that Nyssa would like them.

‘Thanks, Romana,’ said one of the actors, speaking to the blonde woman. ‘We don’t normally get asked for these much.’

Tegan stared at the blonde.

‘Oh, you’re Romana!’

‘And I take it you are the mysterious woman that helped Nyssa get out of dealing with the Henriettas,’ the blonde woman chuckled. ‘I did hear about an Australian woman with short hair. You caused quite the stir.’

Tegan gave a grin.

‘That’s me; Tegan Jovanka.’

The two shook hands, and sat down at a table.

‘Has Nyssa mentioned me, then?’

‘Yeah; you were her senior at uni, right?’

‘I was; it seems like such a long time ago.’

‘So… what was Nyssa like back then?’

‘Oh, she was very sweet,’ Romana replied. ‘A little sheltered, but very earnest and dedicated. Like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. I was rather surprised when I found out about what she got like after a few glasses of wine…’

Nyssa shivered, midway through eating her sandwich.

‘Nyssa?’ -Mel looked up from her knitting- ‘Are you alright?’

‘I think so,’ Nyssa said, rubbing her forearms with her hands. ‘I just had a bad feeling…’

‘No way!’

Tegan was unable to stop herself giggling.

‘It’s true!’ Romana exclaimed, chuckling. ‘Nyssa really is a wild card when she’d had a few glasses. Poor thing spent the next week terrified that Polly hated her.’

‘And did she?’

‘Of course not; I think Polly was actually rather flattered by the attention. And happy to have helped Nyssa realise she wasn’t straight.’

‘I’m surprised she never mentioned it.’

‘Well, it was rather mortifying, I think,’ Romana said. ‘She’s so straight-laced most of the time.’

‘Isn’t Polly married to Ben now?’

‘Oh, yes; he was rather tickled when he found out. He thought Nyssa was a bit of a stick-in-the-mud before that.’

‘He wasn’t bothered by it?’

Romana gave a laugh.

‘Like many straight men, he thought it was rather attractive. Polly had to put her foot down and tell him to stop asking Nyssa questions about it; poor Nyssa was utterly mortified.’

Tegan chuckled.

‘She’s so cute…’

Romana smiled knowingly.

‘Nyssa!’

‘Hello again,’ Nyssa said, as she gave Romana a hug. ‘Lovely afternoon, isn’t it-Tegan!’

Tegan giggled as Nyssa’s face went red, staring over Romana’s shoulder at the Australian, whose presence she had only just spotted. The Australian was dressed simply in her t-shirt and denim shorts, and -of course- looking absolutely gorgeous.

‘Nice to see you too,’ Tegan chuckled, pressing a kiss to Nyssa’s cheek as she sat down at the table. Romana and Nyssa had texted each other earlier, suggesting that they meet up in the town café. Of course, Romana had neglected to mention that Tegan was already with her. Hence the dentists confusion. ‘Oh, I got you these…’

She handed over the autographs.

‘I… these are from…’

‘You’re a fan of “Professor Mysterious”, right?’ Tegan said, as Nyssa’s eyes widened at the signatures. ‘Thought you might like these. Sorry, Romana; I think I stole your thunder a little.’

Romana chuckled.

‘No matter; I think I’ll keep these anyway,’ the blonde said, before turning to Nyssa. ‘If you two want to order first, I’ll keep the table occupied.’

‘Yes, that sounds lovely, thank you,’ Nyssa replied, smiling. Following Tegan, she left the table and headed up to the bar, which was currently empty.

‘“Yes, that sounds lovely, thank you”’, Tegan repeated, with a giggle. ‘Good grief, you haven’t sounded so formal since your first week in Tregonnereth.’

‘Cheek!’

Nyssa swatted Tegan softly on the arm. The Australian laughed again.

‘Okay, well I now know why you never mentioned Romana before,’ Tegan said, chuckling. ‘Oh, Nys; did you fancy her?’

‘No, I didn’t!’ Nyssa exclaimed, irritated. ‘It’s called platonic attraction; I just wanted to be her friend!’

‘And that’s different to what you felt for me at first, how?’

‘Because,’ Nyssa said, grabbing Tegan by the front of her shirt. She pulled the Australian close, so that their faces were barely a few inches away. ‘I didn’t spend every interaction with Romana trying not to imagine her naked.’

Tegan blushed scarlet.

‘Oh.’

‘Now do you understand?’ Nyssa said. ‘Tegan, in case it wasn’t obvious already, I fancy you, not Romana.’

Tegan stammered incoherently, as Jo Grant appeared at the bar, her eyebrow raised in amusement. Nyssa ignored this, and began to order.

‘I still can’t believe you got me autographs,’ Nyssa said, after they had finished their meals. ‘Tegan, you really shouldn’t have.’

‘Nah, I wanted to,’ Tegan replied, resting her elbow on the table and smiling softly at the woman seated next to her. ‘You… you deserve it, Nys.’

Nyssa felt her cheeks flush. Oh, why did Tegan have to stare at her like that? It was taking all of her self-control not to kiss the Australian right-there-and-then. What would Romana think? That Nyssa was besotted with Tegan.

And, while that was true, Nyssa didn’t want it to be quite that obvious. Especially not in front of her old university senior.

Romana gave a yawn, and stood up.

‘I’m going to head back to the hotel,’ she said. ‘Nyssa, can I talk with you in private for a moment?’

‘Oh,’ Nyssa said, a little surprised by this. ‘Yes, of course.’

Nyssa absentmindedly squeezed Tegan’s hand and stood up, following Romana up the bar.

‘Are you tired, Romana?’ Nyssa asked. ‘It’s still quite early in the evening, after all.’

‘Nyssa,’ Romana said, gently. ‘As much as I have enjoyed catching up, I spent enough time as a third wheel around Ben and Polly. So, on balance, I think I’ll leave you and Tegan to enjoy your evening.’

Nyssa felt her face burn.

‘How did you…’

‘Because I have eyes, Nyssa,’ Romana chuckled, kindly. ‘I see how you look at Tegan, and how she looks at you. You two must be pretty long-gone for each other.’

‘I… we’ve only been together a few days.’

‘Days?’ Romana said, with a low whistle. ‘Wow. Impressive, Nyssa.’

‘Romana!’

The blonde chuckled.

‘It was good to see you again, and I’m glad you’re happy here. If you and Tegan are ever in Cardiff, let me know?’

‘Of course.’

The two women hugged, and Romana then headed out of the pub, giving Tegan a quick wave and goodbye as she did so. The Australian then stood up and headed over to where Nyssa was standing.

‘You alright?’ Tegan said. ‘You look a little flushed.’

‘I think we were a little… obvious. Around Romana, I mean.’

Tegan giggled.

‘I mean, the whole town already thought we were an item anyway, so that’s not a stretch, is it?’

Nyssa sighed. At the very least, it wasn’t as if she had been deliberately trying to hide it; it’s just that she was rather shy by nature and didn’t feel comfortable with her business being known by so many others. But, given that she had moved to a small town, maybe that something she should be losing her sensitivity towards. She was getting better, she believed. But it would take a while for that nervousness to go.

Granted, the inclusion of a sweet, kind and cheery Australian had helped speed things along.

At that moment, the door of the cafe swung open.

The woman known as Peri Brown approached. She was wearing a pair of light blue shorts and a white t-shirt, over which hung a loose flannel shirt. The American had hair cut short into a bop, and a pair of sunglasses were tucked into the top of her t-shirt.

Of course, she was even prettier in person. Because the universe hated Nyssa, apparently.

‘Nys, this is Peri,’ Tegan said, indicating the American. ‘She works with the crew. Peri, this is Nyssa Traken.’

Nyssa’s mouth became a very thin line for a moment, before quickly reverting to a very brittle smile.

‘Hello,’ she said, shaking Peri’s hand. ‘Nice to meet you.’

‘Pleasure,’ Peri said, with a cheerful American accent. ‘This town sure is lovely, huh!’

‘Yes,’ Nyssa agreed. She wrapped her arm around Tegan’s waist, pulling the Australian closer to her, and bumping their hips together. ‘Very lovely indeed.’

Tegan’s face burned at the sudden close contact.

Peri giggled.

‘You two are cute together.’

‘Thank you,’ Nyssa said, primly. ‘I like to think so.’

Peri gave a chuckle.

‘Great,’ she said. ‘You both have a nice evening.’

The American headed to the ladies toilets, and disappeared from sight. At which point, Tegan turned to face the dentist whose arm was wrapped around her.

‘Nyssa!’

‘Yes, Tegan?’

‘What was that all about?!’

‘What was what all about?’

‘Grabbing me like that in front of Peri!’

‘Oh, did I?’ Nyssa said, not removing her arm from around Tegan’s waist. ‘I didn’t realise.’

‘Nys, are you… jealous or something?’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t get jealous.’

‘Uh huh,’ Tegan replied, clearly not believing a word of it. ‘So, the sudden close physical contact wasn’t to make it clear to Peri that we’re an “us”, then?’

‘Not at all,’ Nyssa replied, with a small smile. ‘Now, my darling, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to have another lemonade.’

With one more squeeze of Tegan’s middle, Nyssa left for the bar.

‘Tegan?’

Mel had appeared nearby. Tegan was unsure how long the redhead had been stood there, but she had a horrible feeling that Mel had been listening to the entirety of the previous conversation.

‘What?’

Mel giggled.

‘You sure are making Nyssa rather flustered lately.’

Tegan blushed.

‘So… are we gonna talk about that?’

‘About what, Tegan?’

The two women were sat on the beach, watching the sun slowly sink towards the horizon. It was a warm, pleasant evening, so Tegan and Nyssa had decided to spend it sat outside, enjoying the restful peace that came with the knowledge that they didn’t have to get up early the next morning. Tregonnereth was peaceful at this time of the evening, with just the gentle crash of the waves against the sand further down at the shoreline.

‘The fact,’ Tegan said, with a knowing look. ‘That you assumed Peri was making a play for me, and immediately decided to get all possessive.’

‘Oh.’

Nyssa crouched over, hugging her knees with her arms, and looked ashamed.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, quietly. Her eyes flicked up to Tegan’s. ‘I… that was wrong of me. I should have trusted you more.’

‘Thank you,’ Tegan said, after a moment’s pause. ‘I appreciate that. Although, not gonna lie, it was rather flattering.’

Nyssa turned to look at her.

‘Flattering?’

‘It was! I’ve never had anyone get like that over me before, so it was… nice.’

‘Hang on,’ Nyssa said, unravelling her arms around her knees and swivelling around on the sand to stare at Tegan. ‘You think me making a fool of myself in front of a perfectly lovely woman for no reason was nice?’

‘The fact that you care enough about me to do that is what’s nice.’

‘It still doesn’t excuse the way I acted,’ Nyssa said, stubbornly. ‘You must think me a complete fool.’

‘You, Nyssa? C’mon; you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. I could never think of you like that.’

‘Well, I am.’

‘If you are, then I definitely am. I thought you fancied Romana, even though she’s your friend and nothing else. I’m sorry.’

Nyssa stared at her for a moment.

‘You’re too lovely, Tegan; it’s not fair.’

‘I could say the same about you,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘Now, come over and stop moping.’

Smiling, Nyssa rested her head on Tegan’s shoulder for a moment, and the Australian nuzzled against the top of her head.

‘So… perfectly lovely Peri, eh?’

Nyssa felt her cheeks burn.

‘Not. A. Word.’

Tegan chuckled.

‘I wondered why your eyes kept flicking down to where her sunglasses were perched; Nys, are you sure you weren’t the one who-’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian laughed. Nyssa took her head off her shoulder.

‘In all seriousness, love,’ Tegan said, pressing a kiss to Nyssa’s neck. ‘If you do get jealous in future, please tell me.’

‘O-okay,’ Nyssa said, feeling her breath hitch. ‘I’ll… I’ll try.’

‘Good girl.’

Nyssa went quiet, as Tegan continued to press kisses to her neck. She could feel gooseflesh erupting up her back, and angled her head so the older woman could kiss her better. Tegan giggled against her skin, her hands gentling caressing Nyssa’s waist through her t-shirt.

They sat there for a while, Nyssa enjoying Tegan’s administrations, and Tegan clearly enjoying the effect she was having on the dentist. The sun continued to sink towards the horizon.

Eventually, Tegan pressed her lips to Nyssa’s lips, and the two women settled into a gentle embrace.

‘By the way, Romana mentioned an old anecdote from your days at uni,’ Tegan said, quietly. ‘Something about a certain night out in first year that you had with your friend Polly…’

Nyssa eyes widened with mounting horror.

‘Did… did she mention…’

‘You drinking two bottles of wine and proceeding to stick your hands up Polly’s blouse for several minutes?’ Tegan said, with a giggle. ‘Yes, she may have mentioned it-’

‘Nooooo!’

Nyssa turned away from Tegan, and put her face in her hands, cheeks burning scarlet. No, no, no! Of all the things Romana had to mention, it had to be that; Nyssa’s most embarrassing memory from her university days! Polly had barely mentioned it in the intervening years, but Nyssa still felt immense mortification over it.

‘Oh, Nys,’ Tegan said, gently, as she wrapped an arm around Nyssa’s shoulders, softly curling a finger through the dentist’s hair. ‘Why are you so embarrassed?’

‘Why? You’re asking me why?’

‘It’s not that bad. As far as identity discoveries go, it’s not that uncommon-’

‘Shut up, shut up, shut uppppp….’ Nyssa groaned. ‘It’s Polly; she’s my friend! I didn’t… it wasn’t like that!’

‘Romana said Polly was really flattered,’ Tegan continued. ‘I’m sure she didn’t mind. Dunno if Polly’s straight, but she probably enjoyed it a lot regardless, knowing how good you are at it-’

‘Not helping! Honestly, you’re as bad as Mel.’

‘Nah; Mel actually got to see it-’

‘Tegan!’

‘Nyssa, need I remind you that you’ve had your hands up my top several times over the past few days?’ Tegan said, chuckling. ‘C’mon; I’m not trying to be mean. I think it’s cute.’

Nyssa peeked out through her fingers. The Australian’s face was wreathed in a very soft smile, and her eyes crinkled at the edges in a kind way.

Sighing, Nyssa turned back to Tegan, who continued curling her fingers through Nyssa’s hair. It was relaxing, she had to admit.

‘You… you think?’

‘Nys, the fact that you clearly worried about me finding out is… well, pretty adorable.’

‘Adorable?’

‘Immensely.’

Tegan pressed a gentle kiss to Nyssa’s forehead.

The dentist’s heart welled. She looked up at Tegan’s face, and could see herself reflected once again in those beautiful brown eyes. This woman was going to ruin her.

‘I think, my darling,’ Nyssa whispered, placing her hands on Tegan’s shoulders. ‘That I am an immeasurably lucky woman.’

‘That makes two of us, love.’

Nyssa’s lips met Tegan’s, and the two women softly tipped over onto the sand. As often seemed to happen with them, Nyssa found herself straddling Tegan’s thighs, the Australian pressed gently beneath her.

As their kiss deepened, Nyssa’s hands began to wonder away from Tegan’s shoulders, trailing down her t-shirt, down her sides, and slipping under the cotton, her fingers finding soft delicate skin underneath to explore.

Tegan gave a moan, as Nyssa’s fingers trailed up her stomach and reached-

‘Er… Nys?’

‘Hmmm?’

‘As much as I love where your wonderfully adept hands are roaming right now, maybe doing this on a public beach is a little…’

Nyssa let out a low growl against Tegan’s skin.

She immediately climbed to her feet, sinking slightly on the sand, and pulled Tegan up by the arm after her.

‘Nys?’

‘Your place,’ Nyssa said, huskily against Tegan’s ear. ‘Now.’

Tegan grinned, nodding excitedly, and Nyssa began to lead her by the hand across the sand, towards Tregonnereth and Tegan’s waiting cottage. Judging from the intensity of Nyssa’s expression, Tegan knew that it was going to be a very fun evening indeed.

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed this chapter!

When I started writing this, I did not intend for Nyssa to have her hand up Tegan's skirt whilst wearing a corset and stockings, but -hey- variety is the spice of life 🤣😂. Hopefully it wasn't a bit OTT (I think I just managed to keep this PG13), but -if it was a bit much- my apologies.

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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

Summary: Tegan and Nyssa, with Turlough and the Fifth Doctor in tow, head to a nightclub on a beach resort. While Turlough and the Doctor are pulled into yet another malicious plot, the two women are left to their own devices. And it turns out, a night out dancing has a habit of loosening reserves...

(Warning; this fic does get a little saucy towards the end. It’s not sm*t but it is approaching it)

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‘I don’t know what sort of dancing they’ll be doing, but it’ll be fine to have a night out.’

‘Oh, yes!’

Vislor Turlough (although he never went by his first name) looked up from the book he was reading.

He was sat on the bed in his room aboard the TARDIS. It had been a while since he had joined the time lord. Of course, he was still technically supposed to assassinate the Doctor, but so far that hadn’t really happened yet. Mercifully, the Black Guardian hadn’t contacted him in a while; the little cube was stood on Turlough’s bedside cabinet, as inanimate as the science posters displayed on the walls. Turlough didn’t have much interest in these posters, but they had belonged to the previous occupant of the room, and Turlough felt he shouldn’t move them out of respect for the boy called Adric who had died.

He had been trying to catch up on reading (the TARDIS had a well-stocked library, after all) but he had half-expected not to be left in peace for long. Sure enough, there was a knock at the door.

Turlough climbed off his bed, crossed the room and poked his head out through the door.

Tegan and Nyssa were stood outside. Tegan had removed her cardigan and was wearing her vest top and shorts, while Nyssa was wearing her striped shirt and shorts, having presumably left the jersey she normally tied around her waist in the room she shared with Tegan.

‘Yes?’ he said, politely. Nyssa was nice enough, but he got the feeling that Tegan still didn’t trust him. She had good reason not to, he reasoned. ‘How can I help you?’

‘Well, if you’re gonna be like that-’

‘Tegan…’ Nyssa said, cajolingly. ‘You haven’t even asked him yet.’

‘Asked me what?’

Tegan sighed, and crossed her arms.

‘We were thinking of asking the Doctor to land the TARDIS somewhere fun, so we can go for a night out. Would you like to come along?’

‘Er… “night out”?’

‘They didn’t go out dancing on your planet?’

Turlough shook his head. He didn’t feel like explaining the reason why he wasn’t in the habit of dancing into the early hours. Being a political exile could put a damper on your social life.

‘Well, the Doctor mentioned that human planets in the 23rd Century had rather fun beach resorts,’ Nyssa said. ‘Tegan said she hasn’t been on a night out since she was back on Earth, and I thought it might be fun.’

Turlough thought about it. While he wasn’t personally disposed towards dancing, it would be nice to get out for a while. He could, at the very least, take his mind off his mission.

‘Okay,’ he said, nodding. ‘Count me in.’

‘Lovely!’ Nyssa said, throwing an arm around Tegan’s shoulders and grinning. ‘We’ll just ask the Doctor to land us somewhere nice.’

Turlough couldn’t help but notice Tegan’s face flush as Nyssa clung to her. Interesting.

Upon entering the main dance floor of the nightclub, Turlough’s ear were buffeted by the noise. He was already feeling a little annoyed; Tegan had recommended that he leave his jacket back in the TARDIS, and the walk into the human resort hadn’t warmed him up that much.

‘Town Called Malice!’ exclaimed an ecstatic Tegan, presumably referencing the song being played. ‘I haven’t heard this in a while!’

‘Do humans enjoy this sort of thing?’ Turlough yelled, over the music. ‘Why is the music so loud?’

‘It’s fun; that’s why!’

‘Oh, come and dance with me, Tegan!’ Nyssa exclaimed, linking an arm through Tegan’s. ‘How about we try that dance we did back in Edwardian Britain?’

‘The Charleston?’

‘Yes, you remember; there was a human woman there who looked identical to me!’

‘Oh, yeah…’ Tegan said. ‘That was great; it was like having two Nyssa’s around.’

Was Nyssa blushing?

Turlough rolled his eyes. This was starting to get a little annoying. Could neither of them tell?

Tegan and Nyssa hurried off, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

Baffled, Turlough turned and forced his way through the crowd back towards the entrance. He found the Doctor in the coat-check area, chatting amicably to the two people working there. Upon seeing him, the Doctor bade the staff a quick goodbye and hurried over.

‘Enjoying yourself?’

‘In a matter of speaking,’ Turlough replied, shrugging. ‘I think this is more Tegan and Nyssa’s scene, to be honest.’

‘Well, the two of them haven’t been able to relax for a while, so I can imagine they’re enjoying themselves a lot.’

‘Doctor…’ Turlough said. ‘They are… very close, aren’t they?’

‘Tegan and Nyssa?’ The Doctor replied. ‘Oh, yes; been as thick as thieves since they first met. Understandable, really; given the circumstances.’

Turlough raised an eyebrow. Normally, he would have asked the Doctor whether he was aware of the two young women clearly being in love with each other, but Turlough found himself confused by that last remark.

‘How do you mean?’

‘Well,’ the time lord continued, looking a little uncomfortable. ‘Both of them were uprooted from their own planets, both of them had family members killed by the Master, both of them had to look after me shortly after my regeneration… no wonder why they became so close.’

‘Very close.’

‘I don’t follow, Turlough-good grief, what is that?’

Turlough rolled his eyes, and hurried after the time lord, who was now exclaiming something about a photon generator and running towards the staff room.

About three hours later, Turlough and the Doctor emerged back in the nightclub, climbing up a ladder from the underground base they had discovered.

‘Well, all’s well that ends well,’ the Doctor said, cheerfully, as the two of them exited the staff room of the club. ‘I imagine the authorities will be rather baffled by the planets two moons briefly halting their rotation.’

‘Do you normally run into these situations in these… nightclubs?’

‘You’d be surprised. But I can’t imagine Tegan and Nyssa even noticed we were gone; they’ve probably been enjoying their night out.’

‘Doctor…’ Turlough said, exasperated. He and the Doctor began to push their way through the crowd, back towards the main dancefloor. ‘Can you at least explain why this sort of place exists?’

‘Nightclubs? Well, mainly as a social gathering place, mainly for young people. Meant for relaxation and social interaction. Ironic, given what we just had to solve but, for the vast majority of people, nightclubs are places to enjoy themselves.’

By this point, Turlough had spotted Tegan and Nyssa. But they weren’t dancing anymore. Tegan leaning against the wall, and Nyssa was… well…

'Doctor,’ Turlough asked, stopping and gesturing through the crowd at the two women. The music was so loud that no-one aside from the Doctor could hear what he was saying. ‘What are they doing?'

The Doctor glanced quickly at Tegan and Nyssa.

'Ah, well, Turlough; that is a side effect of humanoid reproduction known as kissing,’ the Doctor said, wearing an expression of polite bafflement mixed with scientific curiosity. ‘Social ritual used on Earth for various different things. However, one of the more common uses is for romantic intimacy. Often leading to... er, well, liaisons of sorts.'

'Is that why Nyssa's hands seem to have slipped under Tegan's top?'

'Er, now that I think about it, these sorts of human rituals are something of a private matter,’ the Doctor said, turning away. ‘I feel that maybe we ought to leave them to it. They'll find us when they finish doing... well, when they've finished.'

Turlough got the distinct impression that the aged Time Lord was embarrassed. Well, he supposed that beings like the Doctor probably felt a little out-of-sorts when it came to this sort of thing. Turlough himself had never given much thought to women, but the Doctor didn't seem to think about anyone in that way. No wonder they were uncomfortable.

As Tegan and Nyssa seemed thoroughly engrossed in each other, Turlough followed the Doctor back the way they had come. The pounding music was already starting to annoy him again; did humans really enjoy this? Maybe that was what the alcohol was for.

Tegan slowly rose out of unconsciousness. Her first abiding thought was that her brain felt as if a bus had been rammed into it.

‘Urgh.’

‘Ah, you’re awake.’

Tegan dimly opened her eyes. Nyssa’s face swum into view, staring down at her. A pair of arms appeared as well, holding a glass of water and two tablets. Of course, Nyssa was wearing that long eighteenth-century-style nightgown which had developed an embarrassing habit of turning up in Tegan’s dreams (which did little to remove Tegan’s continuing subconscious query as to whether Nyssa wore anything underneath it). The last daughter of Traken looked utterly beautiful, in a carefully poised way that Tegan had never been quite able to.

Tegan herself was wearing her standard old striped pyjamas (she had never really liked wearing nighties), although she couldn’t remember putting them on. She couldn’t remember much, to be completely honest.

‘What…’

‘Pain relief and something to wash them down,’ Nyssa said, as Tegan groggily sat up in bed. At any other time, Tegan would have been flustered by Nyssa sitting so close to her while the pair of them were wearing their night things. ‘The TARDIS databanks recommended this to combat the after-effects of alcohol on human biology.’

‘Thanks, Nys.’

Tegan took the tablets and swallowed a large mouthful of water. She retched slightly, before letting out another groan.

‘God, how much did I drink?’

‘I believe you had at least seven different cocktails and another four drinks of varying types,’ Nyssa said. ‘You were in rather a good mood. If I remember correctly, we got back to the TARDIS fine; the Doctor suggested that you go to sleep as soon as possible.’

‘I can barely remember anything…’ Tegan groaned. ‘Did you have much to drink? How come you’re not hungover?’

‘I believe human alcohol effects the Trakenite composition differently,’ Nyssa replied, stroking Tegan softly on the arm. ‘As for me, I think the alcohol simply reduced my normal reserve and made me more physically tactile.’

Tegan tried to ignore the gooseflesh that erupted up her arm at Nyssa’s touch.

‘Do… do you not remember anything at all?’

‘Barely anything. The last thing I remember was downing a cocktail at the bar. Wait… how did I get into my pyjamas?’

At this, Nyssa’s face pinkened.

‘I… I didn’t look,’ she stammered, looking away. ‘Although you kept mumbling that you wouldn’t mind if I did. You had consumed lots of alcohol by that point, of course.’

Tegan felt her stomach turn to lead, as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. Technically, Nyssa had probably seen her undressed before; they did share a room, after all. But that was different. And had she really said that she wouldn’t mind Nyssa looking at her? Of course, she wouldn’t mind; in fact, the idea made her heart jitter like a jackrabbit. But she wasn’t supposed to tell Nyssa that.

‘Er… sorry,’ Tegan said. ‘I probably made you embarrassed.’

‘A little, yes,’ Nyssa replied. ‘Although… well, I must admit, I did have to look just to get the buttons on your top done up.’

‘O-oh.’

‘Yes.’

‘H-how much did you…’

‘Er, w-well, you kept giggling and telling me to go slower so…’

‘R-right.’

The two of them sat in a very pregnant silence for a moment. Tegan’s brain felt like it was rapidly turning into a lot of static. Very sapphic static. Rainbow static. Yeah. It also didn’t help that a certain heat was now burning between her legs. Why now? It wasn’t fair. Good grief, she really did have a one-track mind, didn’t she? Nyssa was sat here, all nervous and embarrassed, and all Tegan could think about was things not suitable for polite company.

‘And… you really can’t remember anything after that cocktail in the bar?’ Nyssa asked, slowly. ‘Nothing at all?’

Tegan dimly stared at her for a moment. At Nyssa’s kind, beautiful eyes. At Nyssa’s soft, gentle hair. At her delicate, kissable lips-

Tegan sat bolt upright in bed. Her face burned red, and her mouth fell open and closed.

Oh, god.

She had kissed Nyssa. Kissed Nyssa.

‘I… take it you do remember,’ Nyssa said, softly. ‘Judging from you suddenly becoming very interested in my lips.’

‘Nys… we…’ Tegan stammered, suddenly aware of how close Nyssa was sitting, and of the younger woman’s hand on her arm. ‘Last night… we…’

‘Yes, we kissed,’ Nyssa continued, her cheeks pinkening slightly as she said it. ‘I’d never done that before, actually; it was rather wonderful. You’re a very good kisser, Tegan.’

‘I-I-Nyssa, I-’

‘If...’ and now Nyssa lowered her gaze, her hands trailing a line along the duvet. ‘If you don’t want to speak about it, I understand. We had both ingested a lot of alcohol and I have heard that humans often do things they regret after drinking-’

‘Regret it?’ Tegan repeated. Without thinking, she leaned forward and clasped Nyssa’s hand in hers. ‘You really think I’d regret kissing you? Nyssa, you’re wonderful; I consider myself bloody lucky!’

Nyssa’s pretty face blushed. A memory from the previous night sparked in Tegan’s brain; of blushing faces and wandering hands…

Damn. It seemed that the demure Trakenite had a raunchy side. A very raunchy side. Tegan slotted that wonderful memory away to peruse at a later time. She was also aware that… certain areas were now tingling, as if they remembered Nyssa’s hands too. Damn, Nyssa.

‘You’re so sweet,’ Nyssa said, cheeks dimpling. ‘I am glad that you don’t regret it because…’

‘What?’

‘Oh… well, please don’t be angry, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, now looking concerned.

‘I won’t be, I promise,’ Tegan replied, chuckling, now wondering what was causing the normally-calm Trakenite to look so worried. ‘Please, tell me; what happened? What’s got you so worked up?’

Nyssa stood up, walked across the room to her bed (Tegan taking pains not to focus on how pretty Nyssa looked in the nightie), and picked something off it.

‘After I woke up, I noticed this document lying on the desk,’ Nyssa said, returning to sit on Tegan’s bed and handing a piece of paper to her. ‘I can only dimly remember it but I think both of us… well, both of us…’

Tegan stared down at the paper, her breath catching in her throat as she read and re-read the words inscribed upon it.

‘M-marriage license?’

Nyssa’s face was now as red as Tegan’s.

‘To all intents and purposes, the two of us are now legally married,’ she said, blinking quickly. ‘On that planet, at least. I… I seem to recall you being particularly enthusiastic about the idea.’

‘Oh.’

Yes, of course Tegan would have been enthusiastic about that. The combination of the alcohol and kissing Nyssa had likely removed all of her normal awkwardness surrounding her feelings for Nyssa. The memories all flooded back. The two of them had left the club after spending a very long time kissing and, instead of heading back to the TARDIS, they had elected to walk around the resort, eventually ending up in a wedding venue of some kind. Tegan had kissed Nyssa and asked her to marry her. Blushing, Nyssa had nodded happily. A whirl through the venue later, and the two of them had stumbled giddily back to the TARDIS, where Tegan had giggled like an adolescent while Nyssa helped her into her pyjamas, Tegan making sure that Nyssa could get an eyeful if she so chose. If Tegan’s brain wasn’t already feeling frazzled, she probably would have focused more on it all.

‘And…’ Tegan managed, slowly. ‘…you thought I’d be angry?’

‘Well…’ Nyssa said, miserably. ‘The TARDIS databanks say that marriage between two women was very uncommon and even illegal in your time period. I… I was worried you would consider it improper.’

‘Im…improper?’

‘What I’m saying, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, her eyes darting down. ‘That if you do want to get it annulled, I completely understand-’

Before Tegan quite knew what she was doing, she had put her arms around Nyssa and pulled her sideways onto the bed, before pressing a kiss to her lips. It was sweet and soft against Nyssa. All that longing… all that adoration… Tegan had to make it known. And, judging from Nyssa sinking into the kiss with a moan of bliss, the message had been received and was accepted. Nyssa’s hands stretched around Tegan’s back, so as to pull the two of them closer together. Gooseflesh appeared on Tegan’s back under where Nyssa’s soft fingers pressed. There was a moment of pure blissful abandon before their lips slowly and reluctantly parted.

‘T-Tegan?’

‘I love you, Nyssa,’ Tegan said, the words tumbling out as if afraid of being kept within any longer. ‘I always have. Don’t ever think that I wouldn’t want to be with you.’

‘R-really?’

‘Of course. Why do you think I was so excited about kissing you? Or marrying you? That wasn’t the alcohol. That was all me. Because I bloody love you, Nys.’

‘I love you too, Tegan,’ Nyssa replied, her face now wreathed in a huge smile. Tegan’s heart roared its delight. She really was that bloody lucky! ‘But… are you sure? Marriage is a big step.’

Tegan considered this for a moment, trying to ignore her brain furiously chanting “she loves me too, she loves me too…”. The triumph of the moment was pretty incredible, and Tegan could deny that her brain was rushing with endorphins. Nyssa loved her… Nyssa actually loved her…

‘Maybe it is a big step,’ she said, her heart aching with warmth for the woman staring up at her. ‘But… well, we do already live together, and I’ve been barmy for you for a very long time. Besides, I could get easily used to referring to you as “my wife”, to be honest.’

‘Me too,’ Nyssa said, smiling.

‘So…’ Tegan said, casually playing with a lock of Nyssa’s hair. ‘How much about human attitudes towards women-loving-women did you look into on the databanks?’

‘Just academic curiosity,’ Nyssa said, with a tone that betrayed the complete opposite. ‘After all, I had to know.’

‘You absolutely had to. And I am so glad you did,’ Tegan replied, grinning. ‘Well, as a married couple, we’re technically on our honeymoon now. Do you know what humans get up to on honeymoons?’

‘Er…’ Nyssa said, slowly, her face turning red again. ‘I… I think I have some idea.’

Tegan grinned, before leaning down to kiss Nyssa -her wife- again. God, this felt brilliant! One of Nyssa’s hands began meshed in Tegan’s hand, while the other reached further and further down Tegan’s back, gently pulling the nightie lower as it did so. If their kiss earlier was chaste, this was the exact opposite. Blood roared in Tegan’s ears and her heart pounded frantically. Nyssa let out a soft moan against her lips, and Tegan heard herself do the same in response. Tegan was suddenly aware of the fact she was basically now lying on top of Nyssa, and that they were both wearing their night clothes, and that Nyssa’s hands had slipped under Tegan’s pyjama top, and -oh, god- Nyssa definitely didn’t seem to be wearing anything under her nightie, and -oh, god- the parts of Nyssa that were pressing against her were already quivering with-

‘Tegan, Nyssa; are you two still sleeping in?’

Tegan pulled up from kissing Nyssa, both their faces burning bright red. Nyssa quickly pulled her nightie back up to her neck, and Tegan was frantically doing up the buttons of her top that had come loose in their fumbling. The door of their room opened slightly, although mercifully no-one entered.

‘It’s rather late,’ the Doctor’s voice called, through the gap. ‘What are you both doing?’

‘Given what happened last night,’ Turlough’s voice added, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. ‘I expect that they’re still doing that human social ritual-’

‘Doctor, Turlough; get out!’

‘Sorry!’

The door clicked shut, and the sounds of Turlough’s laughter echoed away down the corridor.

Tegan put her head in her hands and groaned in mortification. Why did the Doctor always seem to choose the worst moment to walk in? This wasn’t fair. She hadn’t expected some fairy-tale romance with Nyssa, but she had at least hoped that their first potential liaison wouldn’t be interrupted by a irritating time lord dressed entirely in beige cricket gear.

Click.

She looked up. Nyssa had crossed the room over to the entrance, and clicked a button on the door handle.

'Wait… we have a lock on the bedroom door?'

'We do now,' Nyssa replied, smiling as she turned back to Tegan. 'The TARDIS responds to emotion, after all. We didn’t want to be interrupted, so it has kindly gifted us with a way to avoid being walked in on when we're... busy.'

Tegan stared at her, incredulously.

'Are we going to be… busy a lot?'

Nyssa fixed Tegan with a smile, her eyes glinting mischievously. Tegan felt an excited shiver go up her spine.

'It's our honeymoon, Tegan; we're supposed to be, to use the Earth phrase, “getting’ busy”-'

'Nyssa!'

The Trakenite grinned at the flustered Australian, before crossing the room and jumping into Tegan's arms. The two of them landed roughly on Tegan's bedspread, Nyssa pressing kisses to Tegan's collarbones. Tegan let out a shriek of delight, wrapping her arms around Nyssa’s back. God, she could see herself getting used to this! Nyssa had always been fairly tactile, but this was something else. And Tegan was not complaining. Especially when Nyssa used her mouth like that.

Eventually, Nyssa nestled down on top of Tegan, content to simply cuddle. Tegan had to admit, this felt rather wonderful.

'Nys…’ she asked, and the Trakenite sat up off her slightly, ‘you never did explain how alcohol affects Trakenites. I think I need to know, since we’re married now.'

'Well, aside from reserves being reduced, the main side effect is that it causes Trakenite women's chests to expand,' Nyssa said, before chucking as Tegan's eyes dropped. 'Got you. Although I don’t mind you looking. After all, I got… very familiar with yours last night, so it's only fair.'

Tegan giggled, enjoying the feeling of Nyssa lying on top of her. Not to mention the view. It honestly blew Tegan’s mind that such an amazing, intelligent, beautiful, wonderful woman loved her. God, what had she done in a previous life to deserve such love?

Nyssa reached down and began to play with a strand of Tegan’s hair.

‘Tegan?’

‘Hmm?’

'You know that we will have to tell the Doctor at some point.'

'Knowing him, he probably already knows,’ Tegan muttered, rolling her eyes. ‘That bloody time lord always seem to know too much for his own good. But you’re probably right; we should tell him. Even if it's just so he can drop us off at a resort somewhere to have our honeymoon.'

'Oh!’ Nyssa exclaimed, smiling. ‘Any ideas as to where?'

'Nyssa, I'd holiday in the middle of hurricane season if it was where you wanted to go.'

‘You’re so sweet,’ Nyssa said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip of Tegan’s nose. ‘But we needn’t go somewhere like that; a nice quiet beach planet would be rather fun.’

‘I agree.’

Nyssa fixed Tegan with a knowing smirk.

‘You’re just saying that because you’d like to see me in one of those Earth bikinis.’

‘True,’ Tegan said, chuckling. ‘But, considering where your hands were roaming last night, I could say the same of you.’

Nyssa’s face pinkened, and Tegan knew that she had hit the mark. Why did Nyssa have to be so pretty when she was flustered? It was enough to drive a woman bonkers. Well, a certain kind of bonkers anyway.

‘Nys, love,’ she said, leaning up to press a kiss to Nyssa’s cheek. ‘I’d walk around starkers if you wanted me to.’

‘I may have to hold you to that promise during our honeymoon,’ Nyssa said, smirking. ‘I’d like to see that. Just privately between us, of course.’

Tegan laughed.

'Your wish is my command. And, yeah, a beach resort sounds great. Shall we go and ask the Doctor now?'

Nyssa smiled, staring down at her wife.

‘We can wait a few hours. Besides…’-Nyssa’s eyes glinted again-‘I’m not quite done with you here just yet.’

Tegan grinned, as Nyssa surged forward and pressed their lips together. Tegan’s brain exploded into a cacophony of exhilarating emotion. Well, a few very choice emotions in particular, no doubt egged along by… how the hell was Nyssa this good at kissing? Maybe Tegan was just very sheltered, or the heat of the moment was affecting her brain, but she didn’t care. Nyssa was… was…

‘Tegan…’ Nyssa growled, against Tegan’s lips. Her voice was commanding, intense and very, very attractive. ‘My wife…’

Oh.

Tegan quivered. One of Nyssa's hands slipped under Tegan's pyjama bottoms, while the slipped under her top, gooseflesh erupting when her soft fingers trailed along the skin beneath. Buttons began to pop open under the force of Nyssa’s efforts, and Tegan let out a moan against Nyssa’s lips as the Trakenite cupped-

Oh, god.

The fire between Tegan’s legs had already sparked into life once again, and the Australian found her pulse accelerating as she breathlessly kissed her wife, savouring both the joy of the moment and the thrill of anticipation, as their night things began to be thrown, discarded, by Nyssa onto the floor.

It was going to be a very fun day.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! I know this is a little bit saucier than I normally write for Tegan/Nyssa, but hopefully it doesn't come across as gross.

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