twelve x clara // 1940s partner spies au?

perfectlyrose:

1. He leans back against the bar, an untouched glass of whiskey neat dangling in his hand, fingers tight and wrist loose, as he watches his partner work across the room.
2. No one expects them to be together in any sense of the word and she looks absolutely gorgeous in her deep blue dress with her hair styled to perfection. He was the only one in the room to know that she was dressed to kill in a literal sense.
3. (She had knives strapped to her thighs and a small vile of poison in her brassiere. She wasn’t supposed to use any of them tonight when they were just gathering intelligence but she was always prepared.)
4. Someone nudged him and nodded towards Clara who was flirting in earnest with her target. James made the usual compliments of her, the usual comments of oh if he were a decade younger he’d be over there and tried not to think about the mark she’d sucked into his hipbone last night
5. Instead, he turned towards his companion, his own target for the night, and offered to get him a drink. Liquor loosened even the most guarded tongues and nobody here seemed to even be on their guard tonight. Idiots.
6. An hour later, Clara catches his eye across the room and silently tells him she has what she came for and then sweeps out of the room.
7. James drains his glass fifteen minutes later and then excuses himself as well, having long finished gathering intel for the night as well. He was more than ready to retire to Clara’s room for the night.
8. No one at the party had any idea that Britain’s best spy duo, known in certain circles as The Doctor and The Raven, had played them all for valuable information.