For forgediinfire on tumblr because they made me think about Missy and Thirteen for the whole of my work day on Saturday (damn you and also thank you if you read this).
The Mistress steps forwards, hands already moving, wanting to hold and never let go but restrained, unsure.
"Is it- really you?" She asks, voice choked by emotions that overflow in her; nervousness and worry and hope and wariness and above everything awe that it could be real.
"Yes. It's me. It's really me. I've missed you, Missy." The Doctor says, accent softening her voice as she smiles so gently, a smile of hope. She extends a hand to her old friend, an offering given freely.
The Mistress can't hold herself back for longer than a moment's decision and throws herself at the Doctor, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly while the other arm curls around the woman's back.
She looks into her eyes for a second before closing her own shut and finding the Doctor's lips on her own, needing as much as she does.
The Mistress leans into the kiss, feeling the Doctor's arms around her and letting her now free arm curve around the other woman's waist.
She opens her mouth and Missy is quick to follow, wanting to gasp for air but wanting more to stay there, with her, tongues remembering each other.
Eventually they do part and the Mistress rests her head against the Doctor's neck, looking up.
"I never want to leave you again." She says, voice low in her throat as she recovers.
"That's- that's good. I don't intend to let you out of my sight after all." The Doctor replies and from anyone else it would annoy the Mistress but the way she says it, her new voice, and the way she holds Missy and the sweetness and slight laugh behind her speech-
The Mistress smiles, a somewhat sad thing as she slides her hand to rest on the back of the other woman's neck and plays with the soft hair there.
"Good." She agrees.