Sally would never quite be able to explain what it was that drew her across the room at that moment. Something about the blonde girl standing apart from the crowd while everyone else rushed about caught her attention. Usually, the calmest one in the room was the one who had all the answers. The girl smiled at her as she approached. "So, what's your excuse for being here?" A strange accent, and a quirk of a smile that felt vaguely familiar. "Some of the pictures are mine." Sally gestured towards her photos on the far wall. The girl smiled. "Right. Sally Sparrow. You I've heard of." And that right there should have been a warning sign. What was it with random people turning up knowing her name? But Sally smiled and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you --" "Jenny." The girl shook her hand, looking slightly confused as she did. "Jenny what?" A slight smile. "Just Jenny." A dozen questions were in her mind and on her tongue, when Jenny grabbed her hand. "We should go. I don't think we should be around when the cavalry arrives." Sally WANTED to ask what that meant, but it wouldn't quite come out of her mouth. It would be the start of a trend between the two of them. Hand-holding and being snatched in some peculiar direction on an even more peculiar adventure. Any time she tried to formulate a question, the words would freeze in her mouth. So she allowed herself to be tugged and treated in certain directions. Oh, it was brilliant and Sally would never trade it for anything in the world, but she often felt guilty for tripping about through space without giving any explanation to her friends and family as to where she was vanishing to. She could have told Nick, she supposed, explain who the pretty blonde friend was she had suddenly acquired, but Sally found it too personal to do so. As if she were spilling her most private thoughts and feelings. And as time went on, that was precisely what it was. And Sally felt it was difficult to tell anyone about anything that happened between them. It wasn't the most peculiar thing to have happened to her. She'd been attacked by garden statues, for heaven's sake, having feelings for a girl wasn't that big of a deal. Or it shouldn't have been. Sally did not know how to go about addressing the subject. Nothing in their interaction told her Jenny would be open to the suggestion, so Sally tried to go on as she had been. Quietly glancing and catching her breath at any hand brush or glance she could read something into. She wished it was easier to pretend it was not about anything other than enjoying the adventure. And it WAS an adventure, she would never say anything different. But it was harder than she would have hoped. And it was becoming too much. It was too much to feel the heat rising from the other girl as they stood watching a world burning or a shooting star. Harder not to want to touch and hug and. . .and kiss when they had almost died. And when it finally did become too much, standing on a deserted alien planet watching as the sky turned to black, she took matters into her own hands. Literally. Reaching out to seize Jenny's waist and pulling her forward, mouth closing over the other's, which was open on a question. The response was shocking, fingers gripping and questing, running through Sally's hair and tangling painfully to hold her still as Jenny tested slowly and tentatively with her tongue and lips. After what felt like ages, Jenny let her go and smiled. "Well?" Sally returned the smile and twined their fingers together. "So. Where do we go next?"
