Challenge Accepted

Mandatory stupid disclaimers: I don't own these fictional characters. If I get sued because I wrote this I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

Jenny lost herself in the moment. The torrent of emotion, born of adrenaline from the completion of her very first case assisting Madame Vastra, tore down the barries and poor excuses she had erected. She acted on desires she had bludgeoned into hiding months ago, the potential consequences forgotten.

In a fluid motion she lifted Vastra's veil and, closing her eyes, placed a kiss upon Vastra's lips. It was everything she had dreamt it would be and more. Vastra's skin was soft and cool against her own in an intensity that she hadn't anticipated in even her wildest of fantasies.

Vastra wasn't kissing back. Realisation fell upon Jenny like a cartload of horse manure. She quickly stepped back and looked at her feet, keenly aware of the eyes staring at her.

"I am so sorry, ma'am. I... I didn't mean to." Jenny stammered.

She felt the cold as Vastra moved closer. A gloved hand was placed under her chin, gently forcing Jenny to look her mistress in the face.

"There is nothing to apologise for, Jenny. You merely caught me by surprise. I have seen how your kind show affection, but I never imagined you felt that way about me." Vastra said.

"It won't happen again, ma'am. I promise." Jenny averted her eyes.

"Oh. Well, this is a disappointing turn of events, indeed."

"Ma'am?"

"The truth is, Jenny, I was hoping you would do that again." Vastra moved one of her hands to Jenny's cheek and rubbed her cheek affectionately. "Many times, in fact."

Jenny smile illuminated the dark, dank streets of London. "If that'd please you, ma'am."

"Nothing would bring me greater pleasure."

"Is that a challenge?"