It's a once in a life time chance, after all

Clara sighed. Damn it, there was no way she'd forgive herself if she let this chance go. She'd just have to be quiet about it. Hesitantly she moved through the trees, keeping her distance from the lake; occasionally she glanced through a gap, blushing slightly.

Ok, maybe there were disadvantages to skinny dipping in the past. She kept moving, slowly circling around as quietly as she could. By the time she made it closer to the gathered group, they'd started relaxing more.

Jane was sat on the picnic blanket, thankfully a little further from the group, using the quiet to jot a few things down. Clara was tempted to get a look at she was writing, if just to know if it was one of her books or if she was just taking notes, but that really wasn't an option just then.

Past her, two of them were painting the lake, while two others were sat on the bank and talking, another enjoying the view... At least she hoped that was what they were doing, they might have been trying to catch sight of the nude woman they'd briefly glimpsed.

Clara flushed, taking a moment to get up her nerve. She crouched down, one arm crossed over her chest as she peered out at the author. Damn it, part of her still wanted to turn and run, but she couldn't miss this chance. Ok, so, how to do this...

"Jane!" Clara stage-whispered. "Jane!"

She tried a couple more times, before blushing and ducking back in case she'd been too loud. She didn't want to be caught by all of them! Um...

Eventually she ducked down and picked up a loose twig, throwing it out before darting back into cover. Result! Jane Austen frowned, glancing back; she opened her mouth to speak, before catching sight of Clara, just her bare chest visible sticking out from behind a tree, arm trying vainly to cover her boobs.

She blinked. Clara reddened slightly; ok, why had she thought that would work-

"I'll go for a walk, I think," Jane suddenly declared. "I don't know how long I'll be."

Eyes widening, Clara drew back. Ok, she'd got her wish, she was actually going to be able to talk to a famous writer. Maybe she should have thought it through a little more. Hesitantly she moved one hand from supporting her weight on the tree, to covering up her bare pussy.

Jane walked over, moving into the cover of the trees. Her own eyes widened just slightly as she took in the red-faced Clara.

"So, uh, hi?" Clara said.

_Not _how she'd imagined meeting any historical figures. Jane Austen raised her eyebrows.

"Hello," she said slowly. "I have to say, this is a... unique experience."

"Yeah," Clara laughed nervously. "Kinda wanted to take the chance to meet you. Say hi. Wasn't planning on being naked at the time. Wasn't planning much at all actually."

"So I see," Jane said. Clara blushed deeper.

"Don't suppose there's any word on what the guy did with my clothes?" Clara said.

"Those were yours?" Jane said. She raised her eyebrows. She cleared her throat, slightly awkwardly. "Very... unusual undergarments, though I suppose you are an unusual woman. No, I'm afraid I don't know what Michaels did with them. I expect they were just discarded."

"Figures," Clara squeaked.

"You... said you wanted to meet me?" Jane said, uncertain.

"Oh, yeah, I, uh, read your work," Clara said.

"I wasn't aware Cassandra had shared any of my stories," Jane said.

"Your published- wait, uh, it's too soon isn't it? Great," Clara flushed.

She squirmed slightly. She'd always kinda liked Austen, being naked in front of her was... something. Nervously Clara adjusted her arms, glancing down to try and make sure as little as possible slipped into view. She shuffled arm arm up, a little of the curve at the underside of her tits sneaking into view.

It didn't help that Jane had a rather piercing gaze; Clara liked to think of it as a novelist's eyes, constantly scanning the world for new ideas and inspiration. It just made her feel all the more exposed before her.

She could quite happily do without this particular escapade being immortalised in print.

"I suppose I should thank you," Jane said slowly. "It is not every day a woman exposes her breasts and compliments works of mine she has had no way of reading."

"Uh, yeah," Clara chuckled nervously. Jane smiled, apparently enjoying the bizarre situation.

Oh what the hell? If this was her only chance for anything. Clara swallowed.

"Hey, how unusual a day would you like to have?" Clara said.

Jane raised her eyebrows.

"Always wanted to kiss a famous writer," Clara said. "Or, well, soon-to-be famous anyway."

"You want to-"

"Just thought I'd ask," Clara said quickly. "Wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't at least try."

Jane raised her eyebrows, a little pink enterting into her cheeks, though they were far from blazing as much as Clara's. After a moment Austen took a step forwards.

Clara nearly forgot how to breath. When Jane at last stepped back she was a little pinker, and Clara squeaked for a moment as she remembered to cover up with her arms again.

"So. Um," Clara said. "Huge fan."

"This has been... intriguing," Jane said.

Clara chuckled a little. Yeah, that was one word for it. And-

"Miss Austen, I was just- what the devil?!" Suddenly another well-dressed figure walked past the trees, suddenly getting a far too clear view of Clara.

Well that was her cue! Clara yelped, and hurried darted out of the small patch of trees, cheeks blazing and ass bare behind her, hurriedly trying to find her way back to the TARDIS.

Get dressed, and try not to think about this day again. Well, not think about most of it. She smiled to herself at the item she'd crossed off her bucket list; honestly it'd probably been worth it for that.