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“You came here with the TARDIS, right?” Amy said. “Can get clothes, hopefully get a lift back to my time if he’s actually figured out how to fly the damn thing.”

“It’s a plan,” Clara said. She gave Amy a once-over again, making Amy flush deeper. “Follow me!”

Amy breathed a sigh of relief when Clara turned her back, and started to move through the trees. Amy hurried to keep up, bare feet making the journey a fair bit trickier than it needed to be.

She kept her arms covering herself, every few seconds glancing back to see if someone had popped up behind her. The last thing she needed now was a stranger ogling her ass.

“How far is it?” Amy said.

They’d been walking for a little while as it was, Amy a little unsteady on her feet. It was hard to walk confidently when she could feel the air all over her.

“Little ways yet,” Clara said, glancing back.

Amy flushed a little as Clara took the excuse to look at her. Great, couldn’t she have ended up running into someone who was just as helpful, and who didn’t want to keep staring at her?

Almost out of spite, Amy took the chance to look the other woman up and down too. She couldn’t have guessed that Clara’s clothes were just holograms, she wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t touched them.

They look real; they even moved as Clara did, little twitches and tugs, pressure lines as they bumped into branches.

Maybe if she focused on that she could forget how naked she was. Or not, Amy reflected, squirming slightly.

And then it changed. One moment Amy was looking at simulated fabric, and the next it had flickered out, sparking once and being replaced by skin. A lot of skin.

Amy slowed, taking the chance to take in Clara’s ass. Well, it wasn’t as though Clara hadn’t tried to do the same to her.

Then they kept walking. Amy hesitated; had Clara not noticed? Sure, there’d be no weight to the clothes, it would be harder to tell.

“So, uh, those holograms of yours,” Amy said.

“Yep?” Clara said.

She turned; Amy quickly sidestepped behind a tree, still far from comfortable with her nudity.

“Can you hook a girl up?” Amy said.

“Ask the Doctor,” Clara said. “It’s just a pill. Takes a little getting used to not being able to see what you’re wearing, and they can be a bit unreliable, but it’s handy. Projects an image onto the visual cortex of whoever sees you.”

Uh-huh. Unreliable seemed too minor a word; Clara was facing her now, apparently still unaware that she was displaying her boobs and her pussy.