Warmth down her back and as much as Yaz wants to stay tense she. A light splash as she sinks into the water behind Yaz, another when she reaches for the showerhead, then the rushing of water as she turns it on. Must be she doesn't seem to overthink these things as much.įirst surprise, the Doctor is quiet. She hasn't allowed herself more than a glance yet-doesn't know if the Doctor is naked too. She undressed by herself her ruined clothes and cut hair tie are in a heap on the floor and was already in the bath by the time the Doctor joined. Yaz sits up straight-the bathroom is colder than she would like, little pearls of water on her shoulders and back cooling her skin, but she'd have to lean into the water to warm up and she can't let herself relax even for a second because the Doctor is behind her and Yaz has never been this nervous in her life. "Yaz, wait"-the Doctor drops her boots, reaching out to her-"you won't get that out alone. "Going to shower," Yaz says and heads for her room. Not that she's ever too bothered by what happens to them. TARDIS will be angry about all the cleaning, but the Doctor won't be bothered. The Doctor is still occupied with herself, hitting her boots together so some of the drying slime will crumble off, her clothes drenched, the rest of her mostly untouched. She's in the TARDIS she can take a bath and pray that it'll come out and she doesn't have to cut her hair.ĭeep breath, nothing to panic about-not that deep it stinks. It's been a long day, a long week, and Yaz is exhausted and covered in something disgusting and hardening and what if it's toxic ? Yaz touches her braid and-she doesn't care about her clothes being ruined, the jacket isn't a proper fit anyway and it can all be replaced, but she's never getting all of it out of her hair. The Doctor's thrown her coat carelessly on the floor, the sonic balancing precariously on the edge of the console, and is running her fingers through her hair to loosen up some of the clumps towards the tips. whatever it is she doesn't want to think about it. Yaz shrugs her jacket off her shoulders and wrinkles her nose when the fabric doesn't move, coated in. It's already started drying by the time they make it back to the TARDIS.
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