I'm cleaning all the old fanfic from my computer by finishing and posting it all then I'm going to write all the one shots I have planned and then I might be able to finally finish this one fic I've been working on for about seven years now if I count three years of simmering and research.
Can't believe I didn't finish this one earlier!
The Doctor inspects the tube curiously; 'Bewitched'. He smirks in amusement, looking at the colour displayed. Perhaps she would like that shade?
He picks up the tester tube, untwists the cap, locates the small mirror and carefully applies lipstick along the bottom and top of his lips. He rubs them together twice and fills in the rest.
He peers into the mirror, bending down to do so, and pouts, conjuring her face in his mind.
No. Far too light for her at the moment. Something darker with more blue in it. Maybe a deep purple? It would stop her from smiling at him looking like she'd just bitten someone to death, sure, but would purple really be any better?
He lets her image fade from his mind and considers himself in the mirror.
Handsome- of course.
He can't help but feel that he's slightly more lovable looking than usual- kissable in fact.
Maybe he should buy that one for himself?
He notices movement behind him. A human is scowling into the mirror and tapping him on the shoulder. The Doctor turns, smiling as charmingly as he can.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" The Time Lord asks, considering what Missy might like best. Maybe something as close to her old shade as possible might be his best bet?
"Could you stop wearing the women's make up sir? It is most uncouth and extremely unhygienic." The human with facial hair hisses angrily.
The Doctor stands taller, eyebrows descending into attack mode.
"I am well within my rights to wear make up if I should choose to. How else am I meant to decide what shade would suit her best?" The Time Lord retorts, "And as for unhygienic do you think someone of my age and with my highly developed intelligence- not to mention attractiveness, look at me, I'm handsome aren't I? Pretty even. Do you think I wouldn't know ?" The man steps back as the Time Lord gesticulates wildly, his own hands coming up in defence.
"I'm so sorry sir- I didn't realise you were buying for your wife. You have my most sincere apologies for mistaking you for one of that sort. I would still ask that you instead use the back of your hand as a substitute- most women find it just as serviceable and you have in fact been causing quite a stir." The human stammers. The Doctor looks past the man.
A young woman- young even by the mayflies' standards- stares at him, lips ajar and a soft blush on her pale cheeks. The Doctor smiles apologetically and the girl's blush intensifies. She smiles back tentatively, hand twitching by her side as she considers waving and decides against it at the last second.
The human looks away and keeps walking over to the counter.
"Wait- you said wife. Why did you say wife?" The Doctor asks, turning back to the human in front of him. The man smiles a little then.
"Ah- I'm sorry. Your mistress then?" He says, tapping his nose.
The Time Lord just blinks.
"Ah- no- not really. She's my oldest friend." He replies, disturbed by the human's wording, "Never mine though. She's her own person." He says sternly, brandishing the lipstick at the man.
The human steps back again, arms coming up in defence.
"I never said otherwise." He says quickly, "I'll just let you get on sir. Please try and remember to use your hand." He says nervously.
The Doctor sniffs affronted and just gets on with his shopping.
He does end up buying Bewitched for himself and a plum shade for the Mistress.