Part 2: Snowball Fight

Missy had begged and pleaded and when the Doctor had finally gotten tired of hearing how boring his chosen destinations were, he had given in and landed on a planet of eternal winter.

Missy stepped outside the TARDIS and a wide smile appeared on her face. She spread her arms and gleefully started jumping through the snow, twirling around, laughing her usual, manic laugh that the Doctor pretended to hate.

He was still standing in the TARDIS door, nose wrinkled and his collar pulled up to his chin.

"It's just frozen water, you know?" he called over to her.

"Stop being so grumpy, my love," Missy laughed, "It's beeeeaaauuuutiful. Watch me!"

The Doctor was more than confused when Missy let herself fall back right into the snow and started moving her arms and legs around.

"What are you attempting? Trying to catch a cold?" the Doctor asked.

"Ugh, move your sexy behind over here and look," Missy raised her head and rolled her eyes at him, "I'm making snow angels."

"I'd rather stay right here if you don't mind," he wasn't particularly keen on getting his shoes wet and cold, "I'm gonna leave you to… whatever you're doing. When you're done we can go somewhere really interesting."

Just as he had turned around to walk back inside the TARDIS, something hit him from behind. He raised his hand to his neck only to realize that the snowball had already begun dissolving into cold water running down under his clothes.

"Oh, you think you're so funny," he turned back to Missy who was now sitting in the snow, innocently playing with a loose strand of hair.

"Oh, hun, it's just frozen water," she was mocking him, and she was going to pay for it.

The Doctor now finally stepped outside his TARDIS and walked over to Missy, picking up a huge amount of snow as he went and threw it at her. He had never expected her to really get mad about it, but seeing her sitting there, hair and clothes covered in white flakes, still absolutely enjoying herself, the Doctor realized he needed to bring out the heavy artillery. As he was bending down to gather another big snowball, he completely forgot to pay attention to what Missy was doing. She caught him off guard as she threw herself at him and they both ended up toppling over and into the deep, cold snow with Missy on top of him.

"Admit it, darling," she whispered, looking into his eyes.

"Admit what, exactly?" the Doctor asked, growing a little nervous about the sudden physical contact.

"You only pretend to hate it here because I love it so much. I don't mind, it's just what you do."

"No, I actually really hate it he-," he didn't get to finish his sentence as Missy suddenly pressed her lips onto his.

The kiss lasted longer than he had expected and when she pulled away from him, there was a sudden twinkle in her eyes that told him something unpleasant was going to happen to him very soon.

He was right. While she had been kissing him, Missy had gathered some snow over his head that she now stuffed down the collar of his shirt.

Before the Doctor even became fully aware of what she had done, Missy jumped up and started running straight for the TARDIS, yelling "I win, I win, I win" until she had reached a safe distance.

The Doctor slowly rose and started shaking the snow off his clothes, uttering a few curses under his breath.

"This time," he said and followed Missy into the warm and cosy TARDIS, vowing he would never take her somewhere snowy again.