'What are you doing here?' The Doctor had challenged Missy.
'I was here to see if I could get some upgrades done to my TARDIS. The wet bar is no longer up to par.' Missy had crossed her arms in front of her, accentuating her breasts. She knew what she was doing.
'Then get what you were here for and just go.' The Doctor had said with a sigh. 'We don't have to come to blows or anything every time our paths cross.'
The warehouse they were in was stocked full of all sorts of electronic parts and gadgets. Missy's finger ran over a large engine part that they were standing beside. 'No, we don't have to come to blows...' She agreed and walked over to him, her finger running along the length of his arm as she strolled around him. Behind him, her finger trailing over his shoulders and then leaning towards his ear she said. 'Yes, we could ..... ' She dropped her voice lower. 'Come to blows...' Her lips hovered by his ear. 'Just the way you like it.'
'I don't like it.' The Doctor disagreed. 'You're the one who likes it.'
'And when I like it that much you play along. You always have and you always will.' Missy reminded him.
'I don't play along. You never give me a choice. But not this time.' He tried to pull away from her but for being a gentle touch her hand gripped him tightly. 'Missy, please.'
'Please? You're asking me nicely?' Missy giggled. 'You are so adorable when you try that. I don't know why you bother. It will never work.'
'Just leave me alone.' Knocking her hand off his shoulder he started to stride away but her laugh stopped him in his tracks. 'What?'
'As if you could that easily walk away.' Missy casually pulled out her lipstick and re-did her lips. 'You know that if you do this that I'll just do something else you'll regret.'
Turning on his heel. 'You wouldn't dare.'
'I would.' Her eyes glinted. 'Claraaaaa.' Her voice sang his companion's name.
'Leave her be.' His hands clenched tightly.
'You're too easy. There's always something in your life that you value more than anything. Makes the challenge not so much of one. And you know what that means.'
He gritted his teeth. 'No, not this time.'
'Do you think your precious Clara would like a ride in my TARDIS. I have a nice room there that she could stay in. It's got all the right comforts.' The Doctor blanched. Missy laughed. 'Oh that's right. You've stayed in that room yourself! I do forget at times that you enjoyed it a number of decades ago.' She was in front of him, her finger trailing over his shirt, toying with the crisp white fabric. 'You could take her place.'
'I hate you.' The Doctor hissed at her.
'And I absolutely love you!' Missy teased him. 'Just like I did back at the Academy.'