Tumblr Drabble Series: Every Miner Needs A Canary
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own nada. Otherwise Twisswald and Missfle would be canon.
Warnings: Well…one of the main characters is Missy so that should give you a clue. Oh heck, fine I'll spell it out. Explicit content, slightly creepy behaviour, some violence, and morally ambiguous relationships that I do not endorse but are ridiculously fun to write about.
A/N: So I've decided to do all 49 of those prompts for that Tumblr drabble challenge, all Missfle, with some other pairings mentioned or implied but Missy x Clara is the main pairing. Some will be canon-compliant, others AU etc, some long, some short, some smutty, some angst-y, some funny, some romantic as the fancy takes me. But all Missfle.
This first prompt will be establishedcouple!Missfle, semi-canon compliant I.e. it doesn't take place in an AU.
Prompt #1: "Come over here and make me."
Clara shivered at the cool air as she hopped out of the shower, steam curling in the air around her as she reached for her towel. She gathered her hair and twisted it, until water droplets rained down on the tiles of her bathroom, then let the damp mass swing back. Since cutting her hair, it had become far easier to maintain.
She let it hang, as she tucked the towel tightly around her body and left the bathroom. She had a date to get ready for.
As she padded barefoot across her bedroom to her wardrobe, she felt a shiver of sensation wash over her skin, as she inhaled a familiar smell of ozone in the air. "You know, we really need to have a conversation about personal boundaries sometime," she said nonchalantly, glancing over her shoulder at the woman now sat insouciantly in the wingback chair her grandmother had given her as a housewarming present.
"And I thought we cleared that particular hurdle sometime ago," Missy smirked, teasing her. One curl had sprung loose from her usual hairstyle, and she twined it around her finger, playing with it disinterestedly as she eyed Clara's semi-naked form.
"Dating doesn't preclude personal boundaries. And personal boundaries don't preclude just popping in and out of my bedroom whenever you feel like it," Clara quipped, copying Missy's cadence mockingly as the Time Lady's brow rose. "Now go away."
"Nope," Missy pouted, still eying Clara hungrily. "I have a rather lovely view right here."
With a sigh, Clara turned away from the incorrigible Time Lady and back to her wardrobe. Long experience had taught her that, just like a lot of teenagers in her classes, ignoring her was a far better course of action than fighting it out with her. She browsed the rack intently, goosebumps popping up on her skin where a familiar, now heatedly lascivious gaze was tracing her skin. Her fingers tripped over dress after dress, struggling to concentrate when a horny Time Lady was staring at her. Shudders were breaking out across her skin, anticipation was pooling in her stomach like the wetness between her legs. Finally, Clara snapped. "Will you stop staring at me and go away!?" she demanded, turning round to glare balefully at Missy.
One fine brow quirked challengingly. "Come over here and make me," the Time Lady replied, biting her lip provocatively.
Clara sighed. Time Lords/Ladies. Overgrown teenagers, all of them. She glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table and noted that they still had an hour or so until their date. They had time.
And if they got carried away, she'd make Missy sort it out for her. Benefits of having a Time Lady girlfriend.
Without another word, Clara turned fully towards Missy and dropped the towel. "Be careful what you wish for," she murmured boldly, delighting in Missy's nonplussed expression, her mouth gaping slightly as Clara sauntered across the floor, hips swaying and planted herself in her Time Lady's lap.
Their lips met hungrily, and refused to part.
They promptly forgot about their date altogether. Who needs Chinese from the 77th Century anyway?
Prompt #2: 'Have you lost your damn mind!?'
To be continued...