Heaven and Hell

Apologies

When Missy had returned that morning she seemed to have been in a considerably better mood. She waltzed through the door wearing a warm smile. The Doctor was caught a bit off guard when she proceeded to prance over to the desk he sat at, spinning his chair around and planting a kiss to his lips. He was confused. But he certainly wasn't complaining.
She grinned down at him, straddling his legs and sitting in his lap. "Sorry." She told him, leaning down and kissing him again. Now he knew she wanted something. She never apologized; not for anything.
"It was my fault..." He began, his hands resting on her hip and the small of her back. She was wearing that tight leather outfit she'd been wearing the first time he'd summoned her. Which made him even more suspicious of what she'd been doing while she was out then her apology did.
She shook her head, her arms draped around his neck. "Not that. Forget about that."
He raised an eyebrow, his concern only growing by the second. "For what then..?" He asked her cautiously. He honestly wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer though. His mind was reeling with possibilities.
She shrugged, leaning down to burry her head in the crook of his neck. She nipped gently at his neck, eliciting a small gasp from him. "I maaaaaaay have taken things into my own hands..." She began, her tone similar to that of a small child whom had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"What?" He asked, even more confused now. "What things...?"
She shrugged, nipping at his neck again. She was trying to distract him, he knew she was and it was bloody working. "Just a little commotion. Nothing toooo terribly bad." She told him, still remaining cryptic about the matter. And truth be told she knew things would get out of hand no matter what kind of deal she had made with the Pride Sin.
"Commotion? As in a demonic commotion?" He asked, trying to pull back from her so he could see her face but to no avail. "Missy what have you done...?"
She drew back for a second, her blue eyes locked with his. "Now Theta. I want you to know that I love you. No matter what I do. Even when it seems like I don't."
"Missy..."
"I made a deal with an other powerful demon. He's going to send out his lackeys to start an uproar, minimal damage, I promise. Just enough to draw out a certain arch angel..." She explained quickly, barely taking a second to breath.
"What!?" He growled, taking her by the shoulders as she moved to go back to his neck. "Missy what have you gotten yourself into!? What was the deal? What demon?"
She wouldn't meet his gaze now. She hadn't originally planned on telling him what she'd done. But she knew he'd question when she came in dressed like she was. She'd knew he'd jump to conclusions. And the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was sneaking out to sleep with someone else. She may be a succubus but she was faithful to her Theta now that she could be without dying of starvation. She'd tried that initially... But that was an entirely different story. "Davros..." She answered under her breath.
"Daleks!? You've brought bloody daleks into this!?" He bursted out.
She flinched away from his outburst. "Yes. I'm sorry. But it needed to be done. If we're going to get Rassilon's attention we're going to need something big. Davros has agreed to give us just that kind of spectacle."
"Missy...." He began, pinching the bridge of his nose. What had she just done? Daleks were the last thing he wanted involved in this. He wanted the infernal things gone for good. They were prideful creatures, they saw themselves above everything else and they'd stop at nothing to destroy all that was inferior to them. He'd strived many many times to send them back to hell and succeeded several times. And now she had just invited them right back to the surface. And no matter what Davros said, they wouldn't stop with a simple attack to draw out some attention. They'd never stop. Not to mention now Missy was in Davros's debt.
He let out a long sigh, trying not to get too angry with her. "What do you have to do for him?"
She waved a hand through the air. "Don't worry about that. It's already been taken care of. Provided him with a few damned souls a bit early. Wasn't anyone who wasn't already going to hell."
"Fine. Fine." He nodded. He only hoped that was true but he would have to trust her for now. He had much more pressing matters to deal with. Like the daleks that would be popping up who knew when. "You know we're going to have to reign them in don't you?"
She shrugged. "Perhaps. But please. Have a little faith in me dear. I know what I'm doing. If I didn't think it wasn't something we could handle I wouldn't have done it." She leaned down to place a sweet kiss to his lips. "Trust me."