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“So it’s like… this…?” “No,” Jenny giggles, and repositions Vastra’s hands; one in hers, and the other resting on her waist. Jenny’s own spare hand goes rests on Vastra’s shoulder. She guides her wife in a slow dance around the ballroom, hidden away in the TARDIS. She looks up into the Silurian’s face, and giggles again at the adorable confusion on that scaly face. Vastra smiles, and Jenny concentrates on guiding them around the room. Vastra rolls her eyes, but follows her wife on the floor. A grin graces Jenny’s face, and she tilts her head back, displaying that chee