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Clara Oswald found the steady double heartbeat oddly comforting. The Doctor had once compared it to the sound of drums, forever pounding into eternity but to Clara, it was calming, filling up the space between her single beats. In the post-sex afterglow, she let her own wild heartbeat calm, soaking up the rare tender moments of calm, fingertips tracing indiscernible patterns on her back- circle, line, half circle, circle-
“I can hear you thinking poppet,” Missy said, her chest, Clara’s pillow, rising and falling with each breath, “And it’s unbearably loud.”
Sex with the Time Lady was different every time. It was always intense, there was usually biting involved, but sometimes it was an earth sharing orgasm in a matter of moments, sometimes Missy toyed with Clara for hours before leaving her begging for more, and sometimes- like that night- it was oddly soft and sweet.
“I’m just trying to figure out what you’re writing on my back,” Clara lied.
“Ah,” there was a pause, both in words and featherlight touch on skin, “It’s Circular Gallifreyan. Didn’t the Doctor ever show you?”
“No,” Clara said, “He doesn’t talk about… it much.”
“Hm,” the movement of Missy’s fingertips resumed on Clara’s bare back, “It’s your name. Here see- C- L- A-“
Clara let her eyes fall shut, she let herself play the dangerous game of falling asleep in Missy’s arms, listening to her heartbeat and lost in the warmth of her skin, and the softness of her touch.