Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Someone, Jenny thought absently, ought to have banned this.
Vastra was doing the accounting, as she had the better head for it, and was bent over the kitchen worktable with papers and quills strewn everywhere. Every so often she would look up and grab a paper.
Not with her hands.
It was absolutely unfair. Jenny ran her too-short tongue over her lips, realized what she was doing, and closed her mouth firmly.
There were certainly disadvantages to dating a lizard woman—although Vastra’s gender caused more problems than her species—but there were more than enough benefits. Like the way Vastra’s tongue moved as it flicked across the table.
Jenny put the knife down before she chopped anything other than vegetables with it. She knew being human had its benefits, but at the moment all she could think about was how it felt to have that tongue between her legs.
Vastra stopped soon after, stretching absently. “Time for a break, I think.” Standing, she looked at Jenny with amusement. “Working hard, love?”
Jenny flushed and stepped towards her. “I’ve been distracted,” she said quietly, stopping when they were inches apart and putting her arms around Vastra.
"Really?" Vastra smiled, leaning so her forehead rested on Jenny’s. "And what should I do about that, hm?"
Giggling, Jenny rose on her tiptoes and kissed her wife.