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Missy was distracted. Very, very distracted. By one particular Time Lady with a very nice body who was currently rummaging through boxes trying to find something. Did Missy know what she was looking for? No. Did she care? Also no. What she did care about, however, was shamelessly ogling the Doctor when the other woman wasn’t looking her way. She would always deny being physically attracted to the Doctor or just being straight up attracted to her, but she was. She just enjoyed lying. It was a fun hobby. People let you get away with so much if you were a good liar.
She wondered if the Doctor would let her get away with slapping her ass. She’d certainly get extremely embarrassed, that’s for sure. And it would be delicious to tease her. Missy liked how flustered she got when taunted. It was one of the better parts of being in a relationship with the Doctor. She was so easy to rile up. She smiled to herself as she eyed the other Time Lady up and down.
“Ugh, I can’t find it! It was really nice and fine!” the Doctor grumbled to herself. Fine indeed, Missy thought, staring at her behind through heavily lidded eyes. Oh, she was going to bury her face in that tonight. The Doctor continued searching, unaware of the way Missy’s eyes were glued to her body. Missy licked her lips like a predator zeroing in on their prey. She thought about pinning her down and kissing her senseless until she was hazy and pliant beneath Missy’s body.
Missy licked her lips again. Rassilon, she was hungry for one very specific odd little Time Lady with a savior complex and a strange and horrid sense of fashion. The Doctor turned around and caught Missy looking at her the way a large cat looked at her prey before killing it.
“Stop staring at me like that,” she said.
“Like what?” Missy said, pretending to be innocent.
“Like that.”
“Be more specific than that,” she purred.
“Like you’re a predator and I’m a particularly delicious spot of lunch,” she finally settled on. After all, that was the way Missy was looking at her. Like she was going to devour her when she wasn’t looking.
“And why should I stop looking at you like that?” she said, her voice silky as she examined her nails.
“Stop staring at me like that or I just might fall in love with you.”
“Darling,” Missy smirked, swinging her legs out in front of her and standing up. “Oh, my beautiful, lovely Doctor. You already have, in case you’ve forgotten.”
The Doctor stared at her, frozen as Missy ghosted one exquisitely manicured thumb along her lip, tugging it down. She was too entranced by Missy to say or do anything as the other woman leaned down and kissed her. She melted immediately into the kiss, immediately becoming soft and pliant under Missy’s touch. She wasn’t quite sure if her brain was working as Missy kissed and kissed, her hands scrabbling for her back on their own accord.
Eventually, their seemingly limitless supply of air was exhausted, leaving both of them gasping. Especially the Doctor. She was gasping for Missy, for her kiss, for her attention. Like usual.
“See?” the Time Lady smirked. “You’re already in love with me.”
“Please shut up and kiss me again,” she breathed against Missy’s lips. Missy obliged.