Yaz was a beautiful woman, that was for sure. Not just through the eyes of a lover, everyone could see she was a gorgeous young lady. And although she appreciated the compliments she would get day to day about how nice her hair looked, or how pretty her smile was, or how radiant her face was, she only ever wanted to hear it from one person. The doctor.
The doctor was shy about giving compliments because she was terrible at deciphering hurtful truths from kind exaggerations. She would often start a conversation with a new person with a lovely compliment, but accidentally end it with pointing something out that was rather unflattering or rude. She never meant to hurt anyone's feelings, but was often caught in the crossfire. That's why she would hold her tongue when speaking to Yaz.
She always looked very pretty, and as much as the doctor wanted to tell her that, she was afraid she would let something slip and hurt her feelings. That wouldn't be all that romantic. She constantly wanted to tell her how uplifting her smile was, how light her laugh made her feel, how intoxicating her gorgeous eyes were, but when they came face to face no words would leave her mouth.
The doctor became jealous when some boy on the streets would throw a cat-call Yaz's way, or even if an old lady told her how stunning she was, because she knew she could never earn the same sheepish smile they did. She wanted to make her blush and feel confident, but her loose lips and tied tongue kept ruining it for her.
However she knew not all people were nice. Some people were vile and cunning, using compliments to get their way- no matter how gross their way was. She dreaded something bad happening to Yaz, as she knew she'd been hit on suggestively before. Though she was a police woman and could most definitely handle herself, the doctor always feared for her saftey when she was alone.
Throughout their travels, specifically back in time when laws and equality were very different, Yaz had been in uncomfortable situations regarding men. Whether she was pinned to a wall by an outrageous man, or had her bum slapped by a drunk load of boys at a pub, she'd never admitted she'd felt unsafe. Years of police training had her prepped for this kind of thing, but she still found herself shivering at the thought of it getting any worse.
When the fam were following a distress call leading them through a fancy restaurant some time in the early 1800s, the Doctor knew there'd be trouble. Every man in there was higher class and expecting, not to mention under the influence of alcohol, so any pretty young lady unescorted by a husband would be practically 'up for grabs'. Ryan and Graham found themselves dragging Yaz and the doctor through, sandwiching the girls between them like a barrier.
They arrived at two doors, the Doctor scanning it with her sonic and pouting at the lack of directions it provided. She glanced up at the two doors then back at her three friends. "Right, we'll have to split up. The signal carries through both doors, so me and Yaz will take this one and Ryan and Graham can take this one!" She chirped, pushing her Sonic into her pocket and adjusting her hat she'd acquired.
Graham gave an inquisitive look, peering over his shoulder at the band of rich men gathered around a table staring at them. "You sure you'll both be alright? This lot don't look polite." He spat the last part of his sentence, his eyes laced with sympathy. Yaz rubbed his shoulder comfortingly before moving to stand aside the doctor, giving her a confident smirk. "We'll be fine, Graham, promise. I'm a policewoman after all, I'll keep our doctor safe." She linked her arm with the blonde.
The doctor found herself blushing, making no objections to the statement though she had tones thought up. She knew they'd both be safe in each other's company, and deep down both the boys knew it too. But that said, none of them were set to relax given the setting. Ryan nodded and nudged Graham towards their door, opening it and nodding at the two girls. "Be careful, yeah? We'll see you soon." He said, Yaz nodding surely and opening the other door.
They disappeared through it, leaving Yaz and the doctor to stand awkwardly with their arms remaining linked. They locked eyes with each other, cheeks turning slowly redder and the reality of the situation set in. The doctor searched for some kind of pick up line, but knew nothing would be appreciated at this current moment. She'd think of something in the shower later, then be angry that she hadn't said it to her face.
Just as Yaz was about to speak, the door they were about to walk through was slammed and lent against by a tall man in an expensive suit. He had a large cigarette hanging from his mouth and a gold watch dangling between his fingers, short black hair gelled back and smile wide and malevolent. He chuckled, sending chills through the doctors body. "Oh, hello." Yaz offered, slipping her arm out of her friends but keeping her hand attached to hers.
"Hello there, what're two fine young women like yourselves doing in a place like this unescorted." He popped the 'd', leaning down closer to the doctors face. SHe cringed, his breath smelled like vodka and smoke and his eyes were deep and black, almost soulless. She wrinkled her nose and took a step back, causing the man to raise his brows and move to Yaz. She was much better at keeping her cool, holding her own breath as his hit her face and baring a calm smile.
"Oh we're just, passing through." She smiled, looking away quick and giving the doctors hand a tug as she tried to step away. The man followed her footing, trapping her between him and the rest of the blokes behind them. "Are you spoken for, young lady?" He asked, a tone in his voice making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She opened her mouth to talk but juggled the words on her tongue, only being able to squeak. He grinned, moving his hand towards the hem of her skirt.
The doctor felt her adrenaline skyrocket as she caught a glims of the mans hand, smacking it away with all her force and stepping in front of Yaz. The man grunted and recoiled his hand, glaring at the blonde down his nose. She held her ground and snarled, looking him up and down aggressively. "She speaks for herself. She also has a name. Yaz isn't some object for you to claim, so move along buddy." She jerked her head to the side.
The bloke snorted, standing ever taller and shrinking the doctor in his shadow. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were speaking for her." He cracked a demented smile, still sneaking a wink to Yaz behind her. The time- lord bit her lip in attempt to avoid snapping- as she knew she looked quite pathetic in this knew regeneration throwing a hissy fit. She felt Yaz rub her hand, letting her shoulders drop slightly.
"Good thing you know better then, aye?" The Khan barked, shoving him aside and pulling the door open. She held it for the doctor who reluctantly entered first, sending one final stone cold glare at the man. Yaz hung back, letting him lean into her face more than uncomfortably and breath into a smirk. "Are you seriously letting this girl speak for you? Don't you think you deserve a real man to protect you, rather than some show pony bitch?"
His voice was so cold Yaz had no hesitation in laughing at him, gritting her teeth. She gave one firm nod before slipping through the door and slamming it behind her. The doctor immediately took her hands and held them, her face reading apology. "Yaz I am so sorry, I-I know you can handle yourself and you don't need me ruffling more feathers- metaphorical feathers of course, he's not a chicken- but I couldn't stand him speaking to you like that."
Her face went red at Yaz's warm smile. "Doctor it's okay! I actually thought you were-" she stopped mid sentence, realising the weight of the words she was about to say. She was summing up all her feelings for the blonde in one word, and with that would come her admitting her feelings. The doctor waited patiently for her to finish, clear anticipation written in her eyes. "Sweet. I-I thought it was sweet of you to stand up for me. No ones ever done that for me before." She said lowly.
The doctor let her mouth fall open slightly, forming a little smile, she cleared her throat and straightened her back. She looked into Yaz's eyes, feeling her beautiful rays strike her face. "You're gorgeous in that dress." She said, pearling at her friend who looked away bashfully with blush filling her cheeks. "I knew you would be, that's why I suggested it- not that you're not normally gorgeous, you are! Clothes don't matter, not really, it's all about the face and yours is lovely!"
Yaz giggled as she watched the doctor fall deeper and deeper into her ramblings. "I mean it's not all about the face, it's personality too! And it's good yours is lovely, you're a wonderful person so you don't have to be gorgeous- but you most definitely are gorgeous you-" she was cut off by Yaz pressing her lips to the doctors, kissing her deeply. She pulled back and laughed at the permanent shock and bliss struck on the blonde's face.
"I love you too." Yaz chuckled, knowing deep down those were the words the doctor was looking for. The blonde, though still star struck, smiled wider than she had in a long time. She nodded her head awkwardly, rubbing her cheek with her hand. "Yeah, that's what I meant.."