#misffle

Round One Pairings:

Doctor/Rose vs Rose/Martha

Jack/Ianto vs Master/River

Doctor/TARDIS vs Mickey/Martha

Martha/Donna vs Doctor/Jack/Rose

Doctor/Yaz vs Tegan/Nyssa

Doctor/Yaz/Rose vs Doctor/Amy/Rory

Doctor/Master/Yaz vs Liv/Helen

River/Rose vs Doctor/Master

Doctor/Clara vs Jane Austen/Clara

Heather/Bill vs Doctor/Master/Clara

Mickey/Rose vs Danny/Clara

Jenny/Vastra vs Doctor/Jack

Doctor/Martha vs Ian/Barbara

Ashildr/Clara vs Doctor/River/Rose

Master/Clara vs Amy/Rory

Owen/Tosh vs Doctor/River

Ignore the seeding, it’s not well thought out - mostly based slightly on power (Doctor and Master pairings came first) and fair/fun matched (Mickey and Danny being in the same round here is intentional).

Have fun guys!!

“Apologies. Clearly you have not received the official 3W greetings package.” It was so obviously a line that had been said a hundred times before and Clara was now even more convinced that the woman in front of them was a droid of some kind. 

The Doctor managed to blustere out a few excuses before he was cut off. “Well, you know, it's just an unexpected-”

The lady who was dressed in a purple victorian style gown stepped towards the Doctor, pushing him bodily against the wall behind him, smiled and, in a move that shocked both Clara and the Doctor, kissed him firmly on the mouth.

Clara didn’t know why she did it, and would maintain that until the day she died, but as the new arriva stepped towards the doctor and kissed him firmly on the mouth she reached for her hand and grasped hold of it tightly. 

The woman didn’t respond at first but after a moment she began to squeeze Clara’s hand just as firmly. Clara didn’t know where to look, at the rather intense kiss that was happening before her or at the conjoined hands of her and this strange woman.

The blue eyed beauty braced her hand against the wall by the Doctor’s head and seemed to lean even further into the kiss for a moment before she pulled back and placed three kisses to the Doctor’s nose, squeezing Clara’s hand in synchronization. As she stepped back from the Doctor she also dropped Clara’s hand.

With an overdramatic gasp of pleasure she continued as if nothing unusual had happened. “Welcome to the 3W Institute.”

The Doctor was still leaning against the glass of the tank, bracing himself against the walls in a state of shock. “Clara, is it over now?”

Clara, who was equally as shocked from watching the event occur, responded, nodding her head sympathetically. “I think it's over, yeah.” “You also have not received the official welcome package.” The woman spoke, before walking towards Clara with purpose. 

“Oh… er, no I-”

Clara found herself backed against the wall right alongside the Doctor, a predatory look crossed the woman's face as she advanced. As they reached the wall she lifted one hand to rest on Clara’s waist and the other came up to pin Clara’s wrist to the glass beside her head, the woman’s umbrella was digging into her hip uncomfortably but she couldn’t find it within herself to protest. 

With a smirk of victory the brunette's lips landed on Clara’s, Clara was surprised how lifelike the woman felt, not just her hands but her lips as well. She was so distracted by how lifelike the droid was that it took her a moment to even absorb that they were kissing.

Clara was surprised as she felt a tongue press against her lower lip, she gasped slightly and in that moment the woman took the opportunity to slip her tongue between Clara’s open lips. 

The human's heart beat raced in her ears and for a moment she seriously considered tangling her free hand into the strange woman's hair. Clara managed to banish that thought from her head, trying instead to focus on the mission at hand… rescuing Danny Pink. 

Still she didn't push her kissing partner away. Just relished in the feeling of the lips on hers and pondered if it was betrayal to be enjoying the kiss so soon after Danny's death, she supposed it wouldn’t really matter if they saved him.

After what felt like an eternity, the kiss ended and Clara opened her eyes to see the piercing blue of the woman in front of her glinting with mischief. Once Clara had opened her eyes, she too received three kisses to her nose, this time she felt squeezes against both her waist and her wrist from the woman’s hands. 

The doctor seemed to have recovered, or maybe just the shock of seeing it happen to Clara had shaken him from his trance.

“Who are you?” He asked indignantly.

“I am Missy.” 

Biting you, with love. Chapter seven: bondage