AN: Written for the "click" prompt at femslash100 on Livejournal. Clara x Missy, series 8. Warnings for light consent issues.
Perfect Package
The faint taste of coffee was on her lips, and her mind was in a haze. She'd been out for a latte, right?
An impulsive woman had joined her. She was strange, and Clara remembered her wearing purple. The woman had been laughing, almost sinister.
She'd heard a quick click, like a case being opened. She'd felt the surface of something slimy, something wormy, even.
"I knew you were perfect from the moment I saw you," the woman whispered. "Those big, sad and wondrous eyes. That zeal for adventure."
Clara felt fingers in her hair, petting and weaving - soft and sometimes fierce. Hot breath was on the shell of her ear. Lips were against her hair.
"He's going to love you. A gift from me to him, the perfect companion."
The dark haze fell over her mind like a warm blanket, but there was something eerie about this woman's touch. Excitement crackled in the air, and the woman laughed again.
"My Clara," the woman said, and she felt lips press against hers - hard like sealing an envelope - or packaged like a present. "See you soon," she said, and darkness pulled at Clara's memories like a loose thread.