AN.: Warning - this is a smut chapter. ;P

Chapter 12

"Missy?"

No sign of her on the console room, nor on the levels lower or parallel to it. Nothing in the wardrobe or in the library. He did not find her with Beta as he had hoped, the girl slept a quiet sleep, but absolutely alone. He tried the rooms next door and even his own rooms. No sign of her anywhere in Tardis.

He bit his lower lip as he studied his options. He knew she would not run away or left leaving her daughter behind. Not after everything he'd seen, not after emphasizing that Beta was hers as she'd done out there, a vain attempt to rule out any possibility of claim he might have on their child.

Maybe she was walking through the desert campus or...

He found her sitting on the piano bench inside the vault. It was the last place he thought she could be hiding or where she wanted to be, but here she was, fingering the keys of the instrument absently.

He felt terribly guilty to see her there, so absorbed in her own thoughts. He felt doubt, apprehension and uncertainty emanating from her. A veritable whirl of thoughts occupied her brain, but none distinguishable for him. It seemed to him that this was the sensation that Beta had referred to when she said that her mother broadcast her thoughts.

Missy's posture stiffened briefly and she glanced over her shoulder, turning her attention back to the piano immediately.

He walked to her slowly, one step at a time, until he sat down beside her on the bench. He did not have to ask how she had gotten in there. It was obvious to anyone that she had the knowledge and technique to get out of the vault as she pleased. 'But she decided to stay,' recalled an annoying little voice in his brain.

"You clearly don't trust me, so I'am back to my cage." She said, pursing her lips. It was not an accusation, she simply point out a truth.

"Don't say that, I do trust you Missy." His voice was low, patient. "But our situation has changed drastically. We need time to adjust. I need time."

"This is for you." The Doctor said holding out a small dark blue leather case.

He watched her turn her gaze to the box, arching her eyebrow suspiciously, then averted her eyes from his direction.

"I'm not marrying you." She said it directly, with a sharp tone.

"Not asking you to." He smiled openly, totally amused. "I realized you needed a gift for our child's birth and you deserve that as a sign of trust."

Missy watched him closely, her arched eyebrow rising dangerously toward her hair, lips pursed again. Finally she stopped playing and took the box from his hand, examining it closely.

"You're my oldest friend, the only person remotely like me in this universe." His voice sounded slightly hoarse and he could not help glancing away. "You've been my genesis and my savior thru all this centuries and now you're the mother of my child." The key flashed as she opened the lid of the box and Missy swallowed hard. She was shocked, truly shocked, as she hadn't in a long time. 'You're my soul mate and I want you to have the most important thing I own.' The last words were not spoken aloud. That made her look at him.

'Thank you, Theta.' Gently, Missy took the key from the box. There was a thin chain tied to ir and she passed through her head, letting the key descend at the height of her breasts outside her blouse. "Piss me off again and I'm locking you outside."

They stared at each other and she leaned toward him. They rested their foreheads against each other and their hands found themselves on the bench. There was no need for further explanation or discussion. He was right, all they needed was time to adjust.

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When their lips met, it was soft and gentle, a mere brush against one another. Hands on her back brought her close and her arms wrapped around his neck.

Slowly the kiss evolved, his lips parting so that their tongues met in a slow and gentle exploration. It was a familiar kiss, but filled with little new elements. There was more patience in her, and he seemed even more curious. It was time to explore that familiar taste of home with a touch of longing.

Missy's fingers wrapped around his hair, pulling him close as his hands came tortuously down her back to reach her hips and bring her close.

She gasped as felt his hardness against her lower belly and tightened her grip even more. Gently the Doctor placed small kisses on her face, on her jaw and neck. Here the exploration was slow, marked by kisses and light bites, interspersed with sucking motions that drew a series of sighs from her and spread shivers all over her body.

The Doctor's flat hands went up to Missy's waist and belly. Although they were not the biggest or the strongest hands he'd ever said, they applied the right amount of pressure to her body. As he wrapped her by the middle with one arm, the Doctor used his left hand to pull her hair away.

A new shiver hit her as he brushed his lips against the sensitive skin at the back of her neck and buried his nose against her hair. Missy's knees weakened and the damp heat began to grow rapidly in her center with a slight throb. Gods, she had wanted him so fucking much during those years of imposed celibacy.

She rested her body against his, her back against his chest. Immediately her ass found support on the Doctor's hardness and she made an wave motion with her hips to tease him. The moan slipped from his lips against her skin and his right hand somehow found to walk beneath her blouse, rising against her skin until he reached her breast over her bra, squeezing it gently.

At that moment both of them approved the dismissal of the corset although in his intimate the Doctor liked to fuck her while she had her body restricted in that thing. Her stalled movements and the way her breasts seemed to be about to slip by the edge of it with each new thrust was extremely erotic. The thought made him move his hips against her, simulating the act against her arse.

"Clothes off, now." Missy did not ask, she commanded huskily, her nimble fingers getting rid of the cardigan and blouse she wore before turning to him and starting to get rid of his clothes as well.

The Doctor watched her, never taking his hands off her body. He released the bra clasp and helped her get rid of his own jacket and shirt, but he held her hands when she reached for his pants. Missy stared at him curiously, her eyebrows rising in a silent question.

"Let me take care of you." That's all he said before he knelt in front of her.

He pulled off her feet the heels she'd found carefully, letting his hands brush against her feet and ankles. Then he lowered the zipper of her skirt accurately and pulled down carefully.

His hands caressed like Missy's thighs, feeling her tremble in anticipation. The tremor increased as he nuzzled her panties, smelling her scent, her moist heat and all the excitement that emanated from her. Her hands tangled in his hair again and he kissed her sex over the fabric before hooking his index fingers to the side elastics and pulling it down as slowly as possible.

Missy drew back, unpinning her ankle panties, making the little piece of clothing fly to a forgotten corner of the room and sat on the edge of the bed. The Doctor's hands reached her knees shortly and unceremoniously pushed them away to expose her glistening hot sex.

When his tongue touched her lips the first time, Missy lay limp on the bed and spread her legs even wider. The throbbing had increased exponentially and it speed seemed only to increase with each new stroke of his tongue against her center. Shee moaned loudly as the Doctor proceeded to suck and lick her clit with the agility that only he seemed to possess.

"Fuck," she said through her teeth.

The Doctor continued to tease her with his mouth, putting a finger inside her slowly. Her pussy was tight, dripping against his hand as she pushed his head closer to her pulling his hair. The throbbing increased, the temperature of her body was high, almost feverish. Missy wanted to resist, to put up with more, to prolong that moment for an eternity, but the second finger inside her did the trick. Her back arched, her body shivering. The explosion in her senses was such that she saw stars glittering on the ceiling of the Vault.

He continued his movements as all the waves of pleasure ceased and she collapsed against the bed. Her taste on his tongue was sweet and striking, and he pulled away only when there was nothing more for him to taste. His hard cock throbbed painfully against his trousers. He got up and got rid of the shoes and the remaining pieces of clothing before taking Missy in his arms and lying her down against the pillows.

She had a silly grin on her lips and pulled him close as he lay down beside her. She felt her taste in his mouth and wrapped her arms around him as they kissed. His fingers traced her vertebrae, letting his fingernails slide against her skin, causing shivers.

"I missed you so much, Doctor." She whispered against his mouth, nibbling on his lower lip. Her legs intertwined with his and he felt the damp heat against his legs. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest, and for a few seconds he restrained himself from penetrating her with a single thrust. "Take me, my dear. I'm all yours. "

That was it. She was there confessing her longing, surrendering to him. This was so rare. He and Missy had sex, spectacular and intense sex, but that was something else.

He kissed her once more, rolling their bodies so he could be on top of her. He wanted to see her, to look at her face, her eyes. Missy would respond to the kiss by holding his face against hers, her legs open, trying to bring him to herself, but the Doctor held his weight in his own hands and kept his distance.

Missy's hands dropped to his neck and shoulders, but they lost touch as he pulled back and knelt between her legs. She was beautiful with red skin and covered with a thin layer of sweat, her hair on the pillows contrasted with the white fabric and her eyes glistening with as much desire as her pussy.

The Doctor brushed his cock against her clit, tearing moans from both of them with the contact. He slid it down, brushing it against her wet throbbing entrance. The urge to take her in a single thrust grew inside him again, but he slowly entered her, inch by inch, feeling her tighten around his cock. 'So freakin tight!' He thought in ecstasy.

Missy grabbed the sheets with her fists and leaned her hips toward him. That damn torture was wonderful and she felt like she was about to explode if she did not have it now.

"You're beautiful." He said when he was finally completely inside her and she gasped as she felt her body adjust. His hands were caressing lightly her turned thighs supported on his.

"Go on Doctor," she purred, bending her hips provocatively and taking his hands, she pulled him close to her.

Their mouths met for an avid kiss and he began to rock his hips against hers. The initial slow and provocative rhythm lasted a few minutes. They both looked febrile, letting themselves be consumed by the volcanic heat of the desire that took them, and with a sigh he penetrated her deep, pressing his hips against hers with force with each new thrust to go as deep as possible.

"Fuck!" He hissed against her lips in a moan.

Like their bodies, their minds surrendered to physical pleasure and the psychic link made them emerge in each other's sensations. As mirrors, they felt the desire of each other, the pleasure of each touch, the shivers, the sparks that sprouted at the base of their spines and run thru their bodies.

'Harder...' She demanded between sighs. 'Faster.'

Missy's pussy pulsed hard against the Doctor's cock. Their mixed body fluids made a wet, erotic sound with each new thrust. Her legs tightened around him and her nails sticking into the skin of his shoulder blades. They were so close.

"Mistress..." He said loudly against her ear. "You're mine..." His movements were erratic, he was so close. "And I'm yours."

Missy fell over the edge of the cliff. Her body stiffened for a moment and she tilted her head back with force, exposing her delicate white throat. The accelerated pulsation evident against her skin had been attractive to him and in the ensuing moment he found himself sucking on that same spot. She moaned his given name and her body convulsed beneath his as she was seized by a strong orgasm, which grew in her center and spread rapidly through her body.

She was still experiencing the final waves as he entered her, sweating and moaning against her neck as he pressed her against him when he finally came inside of her. His dick stiffened and with each new thrust while he came it was like a shock.

When they came back to themselves, panting, sweaty and tired, they were a mess of entwined limbs and faces stained with small smiles of pure satisfaction.

ICanPolitelyMurderYou – LOL Twelve is kinnda in love, kinda in denial and a bit confused. Yeah, I really wished we had more of him and more of Missy. They were great together and I hope to see her back this Christmas (let me fool myself). You really want to put me this situation? Oh god… XD (WARNING TO ANYONE WHO'S READING IT, THIS IS JUST MY OPION, IF YOU DON'T AGREE WITH IT THAT'S OK, NO HARM DONE.) I didn't want the Doctor to be a woman, but since Missy said that the future was all girls I knew we would have a Lady Doctor. It's not because I don't like Jodie or anything like that, but I don't think every god character needs to be a woman at some point. There are so many great female character's out there. Why turn the Doctor one? Girls everywhere made a fuss of it and I was with the guys, tearing up with them LOL. Do you get what I mean? Ok Missy used to be a guy and now she was a woman and that was great but I think it was great because Michelle was great and Moffat did a hell of a job with her. Otherwise I don't know if it would have worked at all. I'm not worried about ThirBill because I'm pretty sure Thirtheen will have a male companion. Do you wanna bet? LOL XD The Doctor ALWAYS had a girl traveling with him, it was never him and a guy, at least not in the new series, so it won't be two girls. Maybe Missy comes back ginger, that would be funny. XD Hope you liked this chapter too =x

Ashley – Hello! Thanks for your review. It's always nice to know when someone loves your silly writing. I really appreciate it. Don't worry I won't let this one without a end. Hope you have fun reading it.

FaeMelody – I give you more with this new chapter and more is in the way. X

Zerousy – LOL TOTALLY! Someone please shut that men up!

J. – Big Eyebrows is having problems with their time difference but I think now he did something right. =x lol Won't promise you River, but I'll think about it. Missy jealous and hurt could be a dangerous mixture. Actually I think Eyebrows would be more worried and stressed with River there than Missy. It would be something much worse than when Rose and Sarah Jane meet. The ex meeting the Mrs. That might be too much for Twelve. xD Don't thank me for review your story, it's truly great and I'm not giving up chapter 2. ;D