Jenny Flint

London, 1895. The streets were dark and quiet, only the distant sound of drunken voices disturbing the peace. Inside, Jenny Flint returned to the kitchen, depositing a tray with the evening's dishes beside the sink. As she prepared to clean up, a knock came on the front door, three raps in quick succession, the sound echoing through the hallway. She cocked her head; no visitors were expected at this hour. Cocking her head, she made her way slowly down the hall, her footsteps silent on the carpet. She grabbed a candlestick off a side table as she passed, holding it behind her back as she approached the front door. Slowly, she turned the handle and pulled it open to reveal...
"Oh! Miss Clara!" Jenny's demeanor shifted as she took in the young woman standing before her, slipping back into her usual friendliness. "We didn't know you'd be droppin' by. Come inside!"
"Thanks Jenny," Clara said with a smile, stepping into the warm house. She was wearing decidedly modern outfit, her jeans and top standing out in the era, but Jenny seemed unphased. Clara's eyes flicked down to the candlestick in Jenny's hand. "Is that, uh..."
"Just tidyin' up, miss," Jenny replied brightly, sliding it back onto the table. "Did you want to see Madame Vastra?"
"Actually, Jenny, I wanted to see you."
"Oh?" Jenny looked up, eyes narrowed in confusion. Clara shifted slightly under her scrutiny.
"You know how to fight, right? Of course you do, I mean I've seen you in action, you're awesome-"
"Miss?"
"I want to fight you," Clara blurted out, before her eyes widened and she tried to backtrack. "I mean, not that I don't like you, but I-"
"Alright." Jenny's single word response cut Clara off mid-flow, and she took a moment to collect herself.
"Alright?"
"You want to spar, right? I'd be 'appy to. Believe it or not, you're not the first woman who's come here for that. Follow me." She turned and proceeded down the hallway, pressing a button on a doorframe as she passed. Clara followed behind, surprised at how quickly Jenny had agreed to her request.
"You do this a lot?" she asked, as she was led down an unfamiliar corridor. Jenny smiled to herself as she pushed open the door.
"When the opportunity arises. This is the usual place." She stepped into the room, a spacious, airy lounge with all the furniture lining the sides of the room. As they entered a door on the far wall opened, and the Silurian mistress of the house walked in.
"Ah, Clara Oswald," Madame Vastra said, flashing a smile as she took a seat in the nearby armchair. "A pleasure as always."
"And to you," Clara replied, bobbing in an automatic curtsy. "I, uh, came here-"
"To fight with my wife?" Vastra said, finishing the sentence. "I would hope so. It's been weeks since I've had a good show."
"Show? Oh, you're going to stay and watch?"
"Naturally. I wouldn't want to think Jenny is getting up to these things behind my back."
"I... guess that's- WOAH!" As Clara turned she found herself faced with Jenny's naked body, her clothing now in a neat pile by the wall. Clara couldn't help staring for a moment before throwing a hand up to cover her eyes.
"Oh, sorry miss," Jenny said, although from her tone she seemed more amused than apologetic. "I figured when you said you wanted to spar, you meant traditional style. I always find it brings out the best in people. Fightin' spirit, an' all." Clara slowly lowered her hand, but she tried to keep her eyes on Jenny's face.
"I didn't think that we'd be... I mean, you look great, don't get me wrong, I just..."
"Pray, do not be embarrassed," Vastra said with a wry smile. "You know how Jenny can be, jumping to assumptions. Nudity is not mandatory, for either of you."
"No!" Clara blurted out, surprising herself. "I mean, it's fine, I just wasn't expecting... but no. Yeah. Let's do it." She hesitated for a moment, psyching herself up, before grabbing her top with both hands and pulling it over her head. She tried to ignore the two pairs of eyes watching her as she stripped down and piled up her clothes; her top was quickly joined by her jeans, her shoes, her socks, and finally her underwear, leaving her just as naked as Jenny.
"Wrestling is the order of the day," Vastra said, leaning back in her chair as she watched with interest. "Winner by submission. Be warned - Jenny is not invincible, but nor is she to be taken lightly."
"Thanks for that," Jenny muttered as she squared up against Clara, both women shivering with anticipation.
"Begin!"