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.
Ok, so this is canon-compliant…ish. Basically, The Witch's Familiar happened but Missy didn't try to trick the Doctor into shooting Clara. So this is post-Before The Flood.
Prompt #6: 'Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?'
Clara stumbled down the corridor to her bedroom, the gentle blue light of the Tardis throwing dim shadows across her path. Today had been one hell of a day, with ghosts and underwater bases, and alien warlords and almost losing the Doctor. Again.
They were getting into a pattern, and Clara really wanted a break. Every five minutes, it felt like one of them was finding themselves in potentially fatal danger with no way out.
Which led to the other part of her life currently keeping her awake at night. Missy.
After she'd rushed off to find the Doctor, leaving Clara trapped in that Dalek casing, she gone after her as quickly as she could, ignoring the rush of terror as the city had started shaking around her. When she finally found them, the Doctor had skidded to a halt, eyes narrowed in rage and intent, and Clara had feared then. She'd shouted and screamed, but the armour wouldn't let her speak properly.
A part of her wondered if that had been Missy's plan. To trap her inside, then trick the Doctor into thinking she was an ordinary Dalek and destroying her. She'd cursed herself, hating that despite everything the Time Lady had done, all the blood her hands had been soaked with, that Clara had let her guard down. She'd trusted her, almost.
She still trusted her, despite it all. Today, she'd known. Missy had guessed, before the Doctor and Clara, when they both thought that the Doctor would die, that the ghost was a hologram, that the stasis chamber didn't contain an alien warlord. And she'd let the pair of them sweat it out, watching them with a coy, knowing little smile that Clara had wanted to smack straight off the moment she realised that Missy had known all along.
She'd enjoyed playing with them.
Clara knew why the Doctor had insisted that Missy accompany them after Skaro. He could have dropped her off at any point in Time and Space she'd chosen, but he hadn't. He wanted to keep an eye on her.
Clara still wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. At least then, Missy could get on with her scheming out of sight, and out of mind until absolutely necessary. At least then, Clara wouldn't have to deal with her conflicting emotions towards the psychotic Time Lady.
It was still just looks, the odd touch here and there. Clara had noticed that Missy was incredibly tactile, in polar opposition to the Doctor, and the Time Lady apparently like nothing more than to run the very tips of her fingernails down Clara's arm without warning, or brushing against her when they all stood together at the console. And an unnerving penchant for shoving her against walls.
Admittedly, being crushed against a wall comprised of squelch-y Dalek mush hadn't helped, but…Missy shoving her against a wall hadn't been the unnerving bit. Having to scrub decomposing Dalek out of her favourite jacket hadn't been the unnerving bit.
The unnerving bit had come later that night, knowing Missy was onboard and Clara's mind resolutely returned to that moment, as she lay in bed. Feeling the woman's statuesque body against hers, so much cooler than humans, the four-beat of her hearts pounding hard enough for Clara to feel against her breasts. The softness of her hair where she'd stood so close to her, close enough that her cheek pressed against Clara's when she turned her face away from the exploding Dalek.
The unnerving bit was that Clara had liked it. Which, added to the trusting thing, made Clara finally question her own sanity.
She still kept you in the dark, even when she guessed what the Doctor had done before he even thought it himself. She was still playing with you…The more reasonable side of Clara interjected her fevered remembrances, and she sighed, mentally shaking herself.
The crux of the matter was, despite how dangerous Missy was and how angry Clara had felt when she realised that Missy had known all along, despite how certain Clara was that this could only end in tears, it was going to end a certain way sooner or later. The tension between them was so thick, even the Doctor, emotionally clueless and blinkered as he was, had sensed it. Of course, he interpreted it as bickering, but if even the Doctor could tell something was up between the two of them…
At least he didn't suggest 'some alone time' to patch things up, eh you old cow? Clara thought with an affectionate half-smile, as the ancient ship whirred and hummed around her at the memory. She reached her bedroom and pushed the door open.
And stopped, frozen in shock.
Missy lay in Clara's bed, half-tangled in the sheets, one long leg extended across the coverlet. That in itself was surprising, but that hadn't caused Clara to stop dead in her tracks. Missy was naked.
And her hair was down.
And in the months since Missy had come aboard, Clara could honestly claim to have never seen the Time Lady's hair in any other state than its usual chaotic, perfectly arranged coiffure. Now it tumbled across her pillows in a wild mess of waves and ringlets, almost black in the dim lighting of her room. It made Clara's hands literally itch to play with it.
Of all the things to focus on…I think the fact she's stark naked would be the best place to start…! a voice worryingly like the Doctor's echoed in her head, as Clara's eyes left the stunning sight of Missy's unleashed hair, and down to the skin and curves tauntingly displayed between swathes of bed sheet.
Her eyes were closed, but she stirred and yawned theatrically. Clara wasn't fooled, she had to have been waiting for her. "Oh…" Missy paused as she stretched luxuriantly, eyes fixed on Clara. "Clara dear. I was wondering where you'd got to."
"Got chased down a corridor by a holographic leopard," Clara quipped, brow furrowed. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
"Close the door, dear, there's a draught," Missy replied lazily, as Clara abruptly remembered that the door was still open, propped by her foot, and she let it close softly. "And your mouth. Honestly, it's large enough to catch flies."
"I asked you a question," Clara replied firmly, determined not to lose control in whatever new game Missy was concocting.
"Oh really, did you?" Missy rolled her eyes. "Must have been a boring one."
Clara hauled in a deep breath at that, noting the way the Time Lady's eyes darted down to her chest when she did so. That helped her patience, somewhere. "It bears repeating," the human retorted. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed? Or is this just for kicks? Wait, did the Tardis delete your bedroom too?"
"If you've quite finished with that infantile litany…" Missy drawled superciliously, eyes raking Clara's form hungrily. "Even your ape-brain must be capable of discerning why…"
Clara tsked. "Insulting me isn't going to get you any," she remarked coolly. "Might want to try the Doctor for that, he's apparently got some masochistic tendencies."
"Ah yes, I've noticed that," Missy nodded, brow furrowed in thought, before it cleared and she shrugged, eyes now focussed back on Clara. "Well, what else would you expect? Flowers and violins and candlelight? Me being nice to you?!"
"Perish the thought," Clara retorted dryly, but incidentally Missy was right. She'd never expect that from her, and it would just unnerve her more. "Would you like me to go get some soap and scrub those words from your mouth?"
Missy chuckled throatily, throwing her head back in her mirth. Exposing the long, sweeping line of her throat, making Clara lick her suddenly dry lips. When she lowered her eyes back to Clara, she smirked knowingly, and raised a red-painted finger, crooking it. "Come here, and leave the clothes behind."
Slowly, Clara began to do as she was told. She slipped off the jacket, feeling its weight as it crumpled to the floor, then she raised a hand to the buttons of her dress, taking a slow step forward as she did so. Missy swallowed, and Clara inwardly smiled.
Missy wasn't the only one skilled at seduction. Clara could flirt with a mountain range after all, and Missy was no mountain range. She was a pushover.
Missy's icy blue eyes were hungry and anticipatory, as she watched Clara simultaneously disrobe and move closer to the bed, until she was naked herself and staring down at Missy coolly, as if awaiting her approval. The Time Lady smirked and made her move.
So did Clara.
Missy found herself flat on her back, wrists pinned to the pillows beneath them. Clara's body was stretched unashamedly along hers, her human heat burning through the thin bed sheets. Clara could see she'd knocked her off-kilter, that her previous compliance had been interpreted as submission. Not tonight.
"You let the Doctor and I both think he was going to die, when you guessed it all along," she stated quietly, but firmly. "You played with us."
Mentally, Missy cursed her misstep. She'd underestimated her human. "Maybe," she purred, to cover her mistake. "But it all worked as it should. Neither of you were in any danger."
"You were callous and arrogant," Clara pronounced, a cold look in her eye. Despite that, her body was reacting to the cool weight of Missy's beneath her, and her blood was afire with excitement at the thought that she'd succeeded in getting one over on Missy. "We're not toys for you to play with."
"So is that to be my penance?" Missy replied, biting her lip as the suspicion bloomed in her head. "Am I to be your toy tonight?"
Clara snorted. "You're definitely not going to be on top tonight," she murmured, lowering her head to Missy's, brushing their lips together teasingly. "Possibly ever."
"I wouldn't bet on that," Missy replied, leaning up to bite Clara's lower lip, before yanking her wrists free and pulling Clara down to meet her kiss. Both women moaned at the feel of their bodies meeting fully, as Missy squirmed her way out of the sheets, and Clara let her twine their legs together. Missy's fingers raked through her hair, displacing the band she'd used that morning to scrape her hair back into some semblance of a ponytail. Anchoring one hand beside Missy's head, she concentrated on the kiss and the feel of Missy's curls as she sank the other hand into that wild, untamed mass.
Clara could feel her trying to take control of the kiss, but she refused to give in, using every trick in the book and then some. She teased her with her tongue, always drawing back when Missy tried to lure her in, always giving her just enough to keep her interested, keep her absorbed in their kiss, but never letting her have the upper hand. Missy was so deeply immersed, she didn't even notice when Clara pinned her hands back to the pillow, as she nipped her lip playfully.
By the time Clara drew back, Missy was a writhing, mewling mess beneath her. Clara was little better, but she was determined to retain control, this time. "And you said I was the puppy," she gasped, panting. Missy's look of pleading desire turned into a snarl, and Clara laughed. "You're definitely a puppy. Or maybe a kitten." She felt the sting of Missy's nails against her hands, and smirked in triumph. "Yep, definitely a kitten."
"Oooh, you're going to regret that," Missy hissed, a fell promise in her eyes. Clara giggled.
"Probably," she shrugged nonchalantly, already leaning in for another kiss. "But not tonight. Tonight, it's my turn to play, kitten."
Missy looked ready to murder as Clara kissed her, but she pressed back into the kiss with a fierce moan, apparently giving in.
Well, what d'you know? Wonder will never cease…Clara thought dazedly, as she set to work ensuring that Missy was incapable of incoherent speech for the remainder of the night.
Prompt #7: 'I almost lost you.'
To be continued…