A/N: It's been months I know I know... But h-hey? *Hides* I also apologise for the shortness of this chapter and the evil cliffhanger. I'm Satan I guess.
Disclaimer: I dreamed a dream in time gone byyyyy- I never did get to own Doctor Who *Sigh*
Something small, something round, and something relatively sharp poked Missy in the side as she shifted. She woke with a start when the object disturbed her peacefulness. Reaching behind her with an irritated huff, she pulled the culprit of her sudden annoyance from beneath her and lifted it to her gaze.
The Doctor still had his protective embrace tucking her beneath his body, so her movement had caused his own awakening. He blinked as his vision failed to focus, glancing down at Missy who seemed to be inspecting a small oval pin— Oh.
"Odd, how did this get here?" She murmured, meeting his drowsy eyes with her bright ones.
The Doctor scratched the back of his head nervously, avoiding her gaze. Missy lifted a brow, smoothing a thumb over her distinctive pin.
"I, er, I have no idea. The universe is a Mystery..." He replied, plucking the pin from her hands, hoping it would shift the focus.
However it deemed quite the opposite. Missy scowled reaching up to grab it back from him whilst he refused to surrender.
"Doctor, give it me, it's mine!"
He lifted it above his head, making it difficult for her tiny arms to reclaim.
"Doctor!" Missy hissed, eyes locked on him in a stone cold glare. It was quite a terrifying experience, Missy wasn't very, er what's the word? Oh yes, merciful, magnanimous, humane towards any living creature at all. She was defiantly no someone to treat as a little kid whining for the TV remote. He was considering handing it back over in exchange for his life.
The fact he had to take that into consideration was strengthening the aspect of him being idiotic.
She made another grab for it, sharp red claws aiming for his throat this time he was certain, they'd shred his neck with ease. The Doctor scrambled backwards frantically, rolling from under the sheets and onto the carpet beside him.
It all came back too him and slapped him in the face as soon as his bare back scraped against the ruff fibres, and the reminder—the cuts those red claws had sliced into his back—burned in response. Really, he should've realised as soon as he woke up beside her. How did he get distracted by a bloody pin!
The pin was no longer the main issue, and it was instantly forgotten as The Doctor leaped to his feet grabbing the blanket to hide his rather naked body. Though since there was only one blanket, this left Missy quite vulnerably clothing scarce; not that it bothered her but The Doctor normally had an entirely conflicting reaction to hers. Is there ever a scenario where The Doctor is completely mortified and Missy is affected by it the slightest?
Missy crawled forwards and snatched the pin from under his feet, eyeing him with a puzzled look— mixed with a sinister death glare, he noted that profoundly— as he jumped away from her. She didn't even have to touch him and he recoiled from her like a frightened kitten.
"What's the matter with you?" She sighed checking out her manicure, looking one hundred percent uninterested despite her probing question.
The Doctor, however, was experiencing a whirlpool of emotions, himself looking completely petrified, and his eyes almost as huge as Clara somehow managed to inflate hers— a mystery that will never be uncovered, even by The Doctor, he was still wondering if she was a secret Disney princess what with eyes that huge.
His hand quivered as he rose his arm to point a finger frantically at her.
"You- You...we actually... Last night, It- It actually happened..." He trailed off, not particularly wanting confirmation of his assumption.
Her blue eyes flashed complacently as they rested on him and Missy's trade mark sardonic smirk stared him right in the face. Well, that was enough to send his insides in a tumbling rage of panic. If anything should be forbidden to happen in the whole universe, it was finding himself having slept with a the female incarnation of The Master, and remembering actually enjoying it.
Most prominently, she'd entered the depths of his mind and he'd allowed it. She'd effortlessly managed to sear her name into his hearts and mind, enough that he doubted it would be easy to banish those beckoning memories and feelings last night had presented.
"Oh, honey." Missy titled her head with fake sympathy, her eyes betraying the hoax with their glint. The words she said where just an echoing mockery from their first encounter, well, his first encounter with The Mistress; not so much The Master.
The Doctor stared at her speechlessly, Clara eyes still widening.
"You know, I don't think I've ever seen your eyebrows that high up..." She mused, leaning back casually against the side of the actual bed, completely un-fazed despite how exposed she might be. Missy simply revelled in the discomfort her nakedness brought to him.
Then he lost it.
"YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MY VULNERABILITY!" The Doctor screamed, eyebrows back to angry—and was that growl there too?
Missy rolled her eyes, deciding the would be best dealt with clothes as she grabbed a dressing gown from the chair beside her.
"I seem to be taking a lot of advantages lately. Really Dear, I'm not that desperate."
She circled the mortified and ranging Doctor, stopping with just a few inches between their faces.
"And, If I recall clearly." Missy grinned, her eyes gleaming. This was all just far too amusing to her for his liking, and if he found out that his own TARDIS had been in cahoots with this, uh, situation on hand...
"You were the one who took the first advantage that lead to all the fun."
The Doctor simply stared at her like an angry owl, an almost soundless growl emitting from the back of his throat. Missy smirked enraging him more, and they stood in silent combat face to face. The Master and The Doctor in conflict once again.
"Oh please, don't tell me you regret it now Doctor..." She whispered with one of her exaggerated pouts that where supposed to indicate she was upset.
"Hmmm?" She poked him with her silky soft voice, a venomous melody, that red slip of a smirk returning. The Doctor growled, stepping closer ready to retort back when a familiar and distinctive wheeze-groan echoed in the distance.