Heaven and Hell

Past Memories

A few months had passed, every evening Missy would teach the Doctor how to use his psychic powers and every night he would feed her. They had a strange relationship to say the least but it was stable. Much more stable than most relationships could ever dream of being, which was ironic to say the least. But neither of them really even cared. They were content with what they had and that was all that mattered.
Missy had certainly started to notice a difference in the Doctor's abilities, both on and off of the battlefield. On hunts he was swifter, cleaner, and rarely had a hit landed on him. Before he'd been good but he'd been sloppy to say the least; he wasn't so much worried about his own well being than he was everyone else's resulting in a lack of self-preservation. But now, even though he did still value others above himself he didn't have to worry about it. He was too quick to let anything get near him or her. And after a night with her? Well he wasn't tiring nearly as quickly as he was before. Much to both of their enjoyment. All in all it was fairly certain to her that his training was getting them somewhere and his abilities were returning. Slowly perhaps but they were there.
Tonight she stood behind him, their connection being maintained only by her fingertips on his bare back as she traced his shoulder blades. He was much more focused now than he had been before. She'd even been able to get him to initiate the connections now. She hummed softly as she traced the spots on his back where his wings should be. There certainly. But hidden.
She let him wander her mind with their connection, traipsing through her old memories of the two. The happy times.  Of course she'd been careful to shield the memories and thoughts she didn't want him to see. Besides he wasn't nearly strong enough yet to even know she had walls put up.
"It's beautiful.." He muttered, his eyes closed as he explored a memory of the two of them in heaven.
"Isn't it?" She hummed, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind. She let out a content hum, exploring the memory with him. "I wish things had stayed like that..."
He hummed, too lost in the visions of them enjoying a picnic in a field full of red grass and small white flowers, a light breeze blowing Missy's long dark hair as he strummed away on a guitar. One of their more human moments. Guilty pleasures that angels rarely took part in but when they did they thoroughly enjoyed it. This had been one of those moments for them. A stolen moment, just the two of them, enjoying life without the restraint of rules or authority.
He opened his eyes, breaking the memory while it remained good and turned to look at her with a smile on his lips. "Once all of this is over we will have our peace again." He told her, lifting her chin to press a kiss to her red lips.
She gave him a weak smile. she knew that would never be possible but she nodded anyway. It was probably best to let him think they could have it for now. Plus there was part of her that hoped he was right. That wished for those days back. He could perhaps go back to heaven. But she was too far gone.
"You're getting stronger." She spoke, changing the subject quickly. "Soon I think, you'll be able to spread those beautiful wings of yours."
A slight blush dusted his cheeks at her words. "You're a good teacher." He told hold, lifting a hand to her face and brushing away a loose curl. "We have an other hunt tonight." He reminded her. "I will try out some of my newly recovered abilities then."