Heaven and Hell

Holy Grounds

A few days had passed without incident. The Doctor knew that something would happen soon. Either Davros would attack or Missy would go crazy and kill the demon for betraying their deal. Especially since she had already paid up on her end of the bargain.
But she didn't say anything about it. Not a word. He could tell she was furious, especially when they had gone out on a vampire hunt. She'd nearly butchered the entire nest with her bare hands in a matter of seconds. And with each day that passed her temper became shorter and shorter. Of course he'd been extra careful lately not to say anything that might set her off. He'd learned his lesson already. He didn't need to be reeducated in the subject of angry succubi.
Today though, he'd woken up to the sound of his phone buzzing. He groggily rolled over and plucked it up off of the side table. A red alert filled the screen.
He shot up in bed, shaking Missy awake. "We need to go." He told her, a certain emergency in his voice. "Now."
She sat up slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dark. She didn't sleep much but when she did she didn't like being woken. She ran a hand over her face, letting out a yawn. "What... Why?" She asked, looking at him in a state of confusion.
He turned his phone to show her the emergency alert. "He's attacked."
That's all she needed to hear and she was to her feet. In a matter of moments she was dressed in her leather outfit. She only ever wore it when they had to deal with demons. She'd often use her true form as well. And as much as that form frightened him there was a certain degree of sexy to it as well that he liked. Not that he would admit it.
The Doctor wasn't far behind her though and was dressed quickly; black pants, t-shirt, hoodie, and his usual navy blue, red-lined jacket. He stowed his angel blade away inside the inner pocket of his jacket and tossed her one of his blessed blades. She could fight demons well without one but they both knew it was easier to fight them with a holy weapon versus a demonic one.
They were out the door in a hurry, hoping into his blue '67 impala and speeding out of the parking lot on their way to their destination.
Once they had arrived at the address of the attack the Doctor was left in shock. "A bloody church..." He muttered under his breath looking up at the building, though it still seemed unharmed. "He attacked a bloody church..."
Missy didn't seem as affected by it. Not that that should surprise him. "He was given one task, get Rassilon's attention. What better way to do so than to kill a dozen holy rollers?"
He shot her a glare, getting out of the blue Impala and stalking towards the church. He knew he could say serval things to her about her indifference but chose not to. He needed her level headed in this battle and not angry with him. He'd make mention of it later.
It was the dead of the night. Saturday. It didn't make any sense. As they broke into the church through the back doors they soon came to realize that there was no one there. Not a single soul. Not a single demon. He'd set his phone to notify him of any demonic activity that was higher than the usual possession, or Missy for that matter. Something was going on here for sure. But there wasn't anyone around. Davros hadn't attacked yet as he had assumed.
"What's going on?" Missy asked as they stalked into the sanctuary of the church. The moon shown bright through the stain glass windows, creating ominous shadows across the alter but nothing dangerous.
The Doctor shook his head. "I don't know... Something is going on here..." He began glancing down at his phone, the red alert still blazing.
She shifted nervously as they approached the altar, as if she was uncomfortable. He glanced over at her, the sudden realization that she was a demon in a holy place hitting him. He hadn't even thought of it but now that he did he was honestly shocked she'd been able to step foot into the place. Any other demon he'd ever seen, save for daleks due to their alter genes, hadn't been able to come anywhere near holy grounds.
She stopped at the altar, running a hand along it. "There's a portal here." She spoke, before he could ask her if she was okay. "I can feel it. That's probably what set off your alarms. He's preparing to attack, prepping the portal for them to come through in the morning."
He let out a sigh, relieved that no one had been killed yet. They could still save the innocent lives that he had assumed had already been lost. "We should stake out here for the rest of the night. That way we will be here the second the first dalek comes through that portal." He suggested. "If you can stand it..."
She gave him a confused look at first then let out a laugh. "Oh. The whole demon in a church thing?" She asked, chuckling to herself. "Don't worry about me, Theta. Devil's traps, crucifix, holy grounds, the whole lot of it doesn't work on me very well. Maybe a long time ago. But dear..." She gave him a sly grin. "You've been feeding me well. My power is stronger than it's ever been. I doubt a blessed blade would even work on me now. So yeah. I'll be fine to camp out the night in a church."
He nodded, his face flushed a bit. He didn't know why, but he always got a bit flustered when she mentioned him feeding her. To anyone on the outside it simply sounded like he was making her dinner. But he knew what it meant and that was enough to make him blush.
He followed her up to the altar, watching her fiddle with the candles and the drapery laid out across it. She wasn't being malicious, but he could tell that she held ill feelings towards the place.
She turned to him with a grin, feeling his eyes on her. "Speaking of feeding..." She began, stalking over to him and draping her arms around his neck.
"No." He stated, knowing exactly where she was going with that sentence. "This is a church."
"And we are angels. Well.. Were." She giggled.
"I just fed you..." He began, trying to protest but the sensation of her body pressed to his as she grinned at him like that was already starting to get to him. And that wasn't even taking her tight leather outfit into consideration.
She pouted slightly at him. "We're about to take on a swarm of daleks. And then Rassilon." She began, trying to persuade him. "I need as much strength as I can get...."
He swallowed, trying to ignore her fingers toying with his curls and her lips on his ear. "I do too... Missy you know I'm always weak after we..."
She huffed. "You can rest the remainder of the night. We both know Davros won't attack until the first service. Plenty of time."
He sighed, feeling her hands wander and his own falling slowly down her back. She had a point. He kissed her gently, melting into her lips as he felt her grin against him. She nipped at his lip, sliding her tongue into his mouth and along his own.
Before he knew it he had her pinned to the alter, their kisses deeper and more feverish and urgent. Her hands rested on his arse as he bucked against her.
Her fingers made their way to the front of his pants, palming him with a wicked grin. "Oh, Doctor. What are you doing?" She giggled to herself as he shot her a nasty look. He knew what he was doing, but he didn't want to be reminded of it.
She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting his throbbing erection free of its constraints. His own hands clumsily pulling her tight leather pants down to her ankles, which she kicked off only seconds later.
His hands rested on her thighs for a moment, lifting her onto the altar.
She bit her bottom lip, looking down at him from her perch. "Theta...." She whined, eyeing him with a certain hunger that he'd grown used to over the months.
He nodded, pressing an other kiss to her lips. "Hush, Koschei." Though he knew that would only encourage her to be louder.
She grinned, her eyes red now as her form shifted. He didn't even care this time. She looked damn sexy splayed across the altar no matter what form she was in. She hooked a leg around his hip, pulling him against her. She let out a slight gasp, feeling him against her warmth. "Theta.." She whined again, this time a bit more demanding as her clawed fingers ran down his back.
He didn't need any more incentive than that and he was sliding into her. She let out a moan, her head falling back and her hips immediately bucking against him. So he wasted no time in drawing himself out of her and quickly snapping back into her. Each time with a bit more force and louder moans from her.
She laid back on the altar as he continued to pound into her. Her fingers moving to unlace the leather corset that had barely covered anything to begin with. She grabbed his wrists, moving his hands from her hips to her breasts. He waisted no time, squeezing her gently before taking her nipples between his fingers and pinching and pulling at them.
Her hands were now gripping the sides of the altar, her knuckles turning white as she moaned erotically, encouraging him to continue. She felt him pick up his speed once more and quickly sat up, pulling him out of herself.
He whimpered, shocked by the sudden lack of her wet, tight warmth around him. She merely grinned at him. She hopped off of the altar, pushing his shoulders down. He fell to his knees and second later she was on his level, pushing him to his back. He obeyed without a word of complaint.
She straddled him, carefully positioning herself over top of him and sat down on her heels. Her eyes snapped shut as she slid herself around him, a hand placed on his abdomen for support. She raised herself slightly before letting herself sink back down again, gasping for air.
One hand went to her hip while the other went to her clit, gently massaging it as she rode him.
It wasn't much longer until he could feel her tightening around him and that familiar heat pooling in his stomach. "Misssssssssy..." He hissed as he spilled his seed into when she sheathed him deep insider her one last time.
She hissed, her words inaudible or possibly not even English. Whatever she had said he didn't understand it.
She was silent for a moment after that, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths. She opened her eyes again, looking down at him with a grin. "Thank you, love." She leaned down, placing a kiss to his lips.
While she felt refreshed he felt utterly drained, but he managed to muster a smile for her. "Of course." He answered.
She lifted herself her knees and let herself collapse beside him. She kissed him again when he turned into his side to face her. "I love you." She told him, running a hand through his curls.
He chuckled a bit. "I love you too. Don't let me sleep too long, okay?"
She laughed, caressing his cheek gently. "I won't. Just rest up okay? I need my angel ready to kick demon arse in the morning."
He closed his eyes, smiling at her. He knew what they'd just done was fifty shades of wrong but he didn't much care. She needed her strength and he knew because of that she would be incredibly strong when time came to fight. He'd already noticed her strength growing with each passing night. He just hoped she'd be strong enough to take on the demons that would spill out of that portal when morning came. It certainly would not be an easy battle.