They never got along when around each other and this meeting was no different than any other. Jenny leaned against the wall, arms crossed underneath her black silk dress and a permanent scowl on her face. She watched in disgust as her Master kissed the disgusting human he seemed to favour, tapping her toes in a four-count rhythm that typically drove him mad.

This was a waste of her time and he knew it. While he played around on Earth once again, she had been busy conquering the Judoon before they ever thought to swear allegiance to the Shadow Proclamation. He was taking time away from her precious schedule and her precious toys (those doting Star Poet twins hadn’t grown boring yet) and all for what? So she could watch him snog a human?

It wasn’t even a turn on. Well, not entirely. It would be far better if he actually hurt the stupid bitch instead, fucked her until she came and then snapped her neck in two. A shiver of delight ran down Jenny’s spine as she imagined all the lovely scenarios. Oh, that would be far-

“I didn’t hear your TARDIS land. Growing sneaky, are we?” The Master’s low chuckled laugh seemed to vibrate through the room, reminding her just for a second how much she had missed him. “You always did like to make me proud, my little protégé.”

Even with that tramp around, still sitting on his knee as if she owned him, Jenny couldn’t help but smile at his words. That was the one thing that still always connected them. No human could ever come between the connection between two Time Lords. Of that, Jenny was certain. Still, she didn’t have to like it when the wife Saxon was around.

“You called, Master?”

“Mmm, yes. About that…” He waved a hand absently in the air, that evil little smirk Jenny had come to so strongly associate with him appearing on his face. “It’s Christmas time here on Earth again and this year, Lucy agreed to such a wonderful gift: fulfillment of that fantasy I’ve had for so long. Now, Jenny, don’t give me that look. Don’t you want to see what I do in this pert little creature?”

His pouty look did her in every time. As Jenny’s eyes connected with Lucy’s across the room, she knew that it had been exactly the same for her. The one thing that divided them also united them. Love, she was positive, was the most evil of emotions a person could feel. Her gaze flickered back to the Master who sat in his chair as if the king of the universe (which he very well was).

Jenny rolled her eyes as she finally crossed the room. She bent downward a bit, enough to capture the Master’s lips in a heated kiss. Rassilon, had she missed this. Jenny ignored the woman still sitting on part of his lap, busy exploring the familiar cavern of his mouth with her tongue. The kiss passed too quickly. But it was enough of a promise to know that for even this, she would be rewarded.

“I think I’ve had worse,” she murmured as she pulled away, reaching for Lucy’s hands. The woman was attractive for human standards and her personality did fit right in with theirs. All for the Master, right? Closing her eyes as so not to have to watch her own actions, Jenny leaned in to kiss the human.

There was nothing gentle about either woman’s actions. Clothing was ripped at, hair yanked to impossible levels of pain. The kisses were more like bites, each trying to devour the others mouth. It was as if they were trying to outdo each other, prove to their Master who the better lover was. At the same time, making such a competition out of sex was arousing. Enough so that when Lucy began to mouth and bit Jenny’s breast, she moaned and arched into the touch, not at all afraid to show what she was feeling.

It was difficult to remind herself not to be selfish, difficult still not to make a face at how warm Lucy’s cunt was when Jenny placed her hand there. But nails scratched down her back just like that helped. It helped so very much and she shivered, digging inward with another finger and curling them towards her. Jenny smiled smugly as Lucy groaned and tried to reciprocate the action. The Master’s pet was clumsier, clearly hadn’t been with as many females as she had. But it still felt good. It felt very good.

And over the top of Lucy’s shoulder, Jenny could see the Master watching with approval in his eyes. She could see him stroke himself lazily, enjoying every moment of his Christmas present.

Fucking Lucy Saxon was worth it, if just for that.