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were_lemurSarah Jane Smith/Jo Grant PWP
They’re both feeling a bit loose and giggly when Sarah Jane asks Jo, “did he ever take you somewhere ...” That’s as far as she gets before her face grows red.
“Somewhere what?”
Sarah Jane makes a vague motion with her wine glass. “Exotic,” she says at last.
“That depends on what you mean. Gallifrey-exotic or … ?”
“Not at all what I meant,” she says.
“What, you mean pleasure planet-exotic?”
“Not to put too fine a point on it, yes.”
“No,” she says.
"Me, neither."
Jo slides her hand up Sarah Jane’s thigh. “I think we should rectify that oversight … right here."
They’re both feeling a bit loose and giggly when Sarah Jane asks Jo, “did he ever take you somewhere ...” That’s as far as she gets before her face grows red.
“Somewhere what?”
Sarah Jane makes a vague motion with her wine glass. “Exotic,” she says at last.
“That depends on what you mean. Gallifrey-exotic or … ?”
“Not at all what I meant,” she says.
“What, you mean pleasure planet-exotic?”
“Not to put too fine a point on it, yes.”
“No,” she says.
"Me, neither."
Jo slides her hand up Sarah Jane’s thigh. “I think we should rectify that oversight … right here."
