Story: Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before
Word Count: 2754
Author's Summary: You know the one about the lizard with the eight-foot tongue? No? (Madame Vastra/Jenny)
Characters/Pairings: Madame Vastra/Jenny
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Recced because: If you’re anything like me, you spent a lot of A Good Man Goes to War going, “OMG, WHERE ARE THE BADASS ADORABLE INTERSPECIES VICTORIAN LESBIAN SWORDFIGHTING COUPLE, AND WHY ARE THEY NOT ON MY SCREEN RIGHT NOW BEING TOTALLY AWESOME?” But while all Vastra/Jenny fic makes me excited and squeeful, this one is a cut above. It’s not just really sexy, or sweet, or in character—though it’s those things too—but it takes an in-depth look at the intricate mechanism that their relationship would have to be in order to surmount the barriers of class, species, societal norms, and internalized prejudices and inhibitions. Basically, it’s a romance that takes cultural context into account, and dear God, do I love a romance that takes cultural context into account.
“You knocked that man out from six foot away,” says Jenny eventually. If she’s going to die at the hands of a beautiful, deadly, green lizard woman she’d like to at least know that she was right. “With your tongue, right?”
The woman nods curtly and then opens her mouth as though to speak only for the same tongue to whip out and curl itself around Jenny’s wrist. Her heart is going twenty to the dozen and by rights she should be terrified but she’s not. She doesn’t understand quite what this feeling is but the one thing it isn’t is fear. Jenny finds herself pulled forward gently but firmly until she is right in front of the other woman.
The woman takes in the maid’s uniform and the lump of wood Jenny is still grasping firmly in her free hand and comments, “Something tells me that you’re wasted in service.”
“My master has gone bankrupt, Madame. I’ll soon be in need of new employment.” Responds Jenny promptly.
“Are you now? How strange, I think I find myself with a job for you.”