Domestic bliss

The chamber was large, pale white walls with tall thin archways leading out of it, just two, while the room itself was open. A fireplace was set into one wall, burning and crackling away gently. Vague hexagonal shapes were visible on the wall though many were under further decoration added later.

It was open, comforting. Something about it seemed like a home. A few couches were laid out, a screen had been pulled in though it was currently unplugged, and the room remained bright despite the lack of any clear light sources. Something about it seemed familiar.

The only ominous detail was the tall, dark figure of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come lurking just beyond a doorway, looking down on them.

Clara and Rose watched, well, Clara and Rose. Both were on a sofa, lounging as casually as ever; Clara was dressed up in something that looked like it was from 60s idea of the future while Rose was, unsurprisingly, still stark naked. While she was alone with Clara though she didn't seem to have any especial need to cover up.

Rose flushed. Clara must have gotten pretty used to seeing everything by... whenever this was.

"Told you it'd be worth it," Clara said idly. "Easier than lugging everything around. Just had to make the journey away from human fiction."

"Easy for you to say, that Zagreus thing freaked me out," Rose said. She shifted, bare thighs brushing together. "The Doctor - my Doctor - never talked about Gallifrey, I didn't know if they'd have stories too."

"Pretty dull ones," Clara said. "But there are TARDISes in them, why not use one? Now we can get wherever we want much more easily. Plus keep the souvenirs."

At that, Rose's cheeks did colour slightly.

There were pictures on the wall; a lot of pictures. In almost all of them Rose was the sole focus.

The present Rose squealed; her Clara meanwhile just grinned.

There was the one she recognised from the Titanic, the paper visibly older, framed and put up, but it was far from the only one. Paintings, other sketches, black and white, colour... To say nothing of a myriad of poses. More full-frontal poses, some from behind, some on her knees, a couple in comic book style where she somehow twisted around to show off her chest and behind all at once...

Clara was in a couple with her, clothed most of the time, but otherwise the entire wall was filled with a study of Rose's naked body.

How was her future self so casual about it?! Rose squeaked, trembling slightly but with absolutely no idea what she was meant to do. That was the future?! Her future?

In the centre of the wall, right over the fireplace, was a picture that seemed to be right out of Hogwarts. Rather than a still image, it depicted a Rose much more in line with how the present Rose was feeling, nude and able to move around.

Blonde hair fell down over bare, pale shoulders, framing a face with blushing cheeks and wide eyes, lips parted slightly as she whimpered, moving and squirming constantly. She seemed to be in an almost idyllic garden, an arch of criss-crossing white wood surrounding her and emphasizing her; slightly tanned skin stood out strongly against the green background.

She had one arm crossed over her tits, though trembling enough that every couple of seconds a nipple snuck into view, or her wrist ended up pushing one up rather than concealing. After a few moments though she moved her arm, not wanting to stay still, her panic to try and cover up only meaning she exposed everything. She bared her pussy when she moved to cross both arms over her chest.

Sometimes she turned around, pressing herself to the garden fence so that only the pert cheeks of her ass could be seen. The painted Rose glanced back nervously, squeaking and slapping both hands over her ass, only to move them after a few seconds to keep her balance. She squirmed constantly, mortified by her perpetual, framed exposure.

"Kinda miss when you were like that," the future Clara said conversationally gesturing to the whimpering portrait. Rose chuckled, shuffling closer.

"Be glad you got the painting done when you did then," Rose said. She exhaled. "How long has it been?"

"Lost count after the first couple of centuries," Clara said. "This place is a lot of fun, huh?"

"Took me a while to get used to," Rose said. She smirked. "Want me to go back to acting like that?"

"Nah, this definitely has its plus-sides," Clara said. "No fun if I know you're faking anyway."

The present Rose stared incredulously. So her future was living for who-knows how long in the Land of Fiction, stark naked all that time, for so long that she actually got used to it?! She swallowed.

Somehow being so friendly with Clara wasn't the weird part to her. She liked the other companion, from more than just the genre she was in, it was just slightly frustrating how all their interactions seemed to be dedicated to Clara having fun showing her off.

She bit her lip, hunching forwards, all the more embarrassed from how easily her naked body could be seen lounging just over there.

"So, Doctor this century or next?" Clara said.

"I... I don't really want to go," Rose said eventually. Clara sighed wistfully.

"Know what you mean," she said. "Always thought this place would be a fun diversion, but it's gone on this long and it's still not gotten old. Though that's only partly down to the place."

She shot a slightly flirty look over to Rose; Rose chuckled, laying her head in Clara's shoulder.

"I want to see him again," Rose said softly. "Just not as much as I want to stay here. With you. And... all this."

"Mm," Clara said. "Know how you feel. Even if we've got to go back sooner or later."

"Later," Rose said; Clara chuckled.

"Much later," she said.

The present Rose looked away from the duo, cheeks bright red. And she'd choose a naked century over-

She took a deep breath, suddenly becoming very, very aware of how unlikely it was that she'd be getting dressed any time soon. Forget a year, forget even a bloody century.

She squirmed. Apparently she was going to have to get used to people seeing her like this.

"Aww, happy ending," the present Clara said. She wasn't looking away. "We should definitely skip ahead to this, steal a TARDIS from Time Lord fiction, get a few fun pictures of you made, maybe put up an art gallery... ooh, fun thoughts."

Rose squealed.

"C-can you wait until I-I'm more like th-that?" Rose said, eyes wide, still in incredulity. "If- if this is going to happen then when I'm used to it, it might be easier..."

"Doubt you'll get used to it until it happens," Clara said. "You ok?"

"I-" Rose swallowed. She looked back to their future selves as they sat rather closely together. If that was what was going to happen, anyway...

She was going to need to adjust. Rose bit her lip.

"I-I'll do what you want me to," Rose said.

"And enjoy it?" Clara said, momentarily uncertain.

"I always do," Rose said, and blushed at the admission.

_That _made Clara grin.

And then there was a commotion from the sofa. The future Clara jumped up, opening her mouth to speak, only for the embarrased Rose portrait to squeal. Clara paused, waving at it for a moment, before looking back.

The future Clara smiled as she turned back to the ever-nude future Rose.

"You know," Clara said. "I just had a rather fun idea. "

The present Rose whimpered; the future one shifted, pressing her legs together in anticipation.

"How are you going to expose me today?" Rose's future said, excited.