Like fire! Hellfire! [this fire in my skin]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

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[Raised eyebrow and she would be striding up and putting her arms around your shoulders again, Master. And tickling the nape of your neck with the little dagger she palmed when she saw you. Just tickling, though~] I actually have another matter entirely I'd like to bandy words with you about, laddie.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I only like blood play when my partner has Artron in their veins, dear.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Little edge to the smile and she trails the blade around and taps it against his chin.] Now, I'm not one to scorn a lover's gift, but that present you left when I saw you last was a touch too personal for my tastes.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You don't like bite marks?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Flicks the blade up, giving him the barest cut on the lip.] Oh, those I liked fine. [A rough, warm kiss, with a little bit of tongue and a little pinch of tooth for good measure. She licks a smudge of his blood from her upper lip when she breaks away.] It's the bit where you declared yourself my mind's Master I'm not so keen on.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[beams] So a Doctor found it? They're not usually any good at psionics. Quite the improvement, really.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Dry chuckle.] I asked after one of them, actually. As a bed partner you're rather good, but if it comes down to a question of trust--well.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, I heard you. I'm surprised they managed to get in and take it away safely.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Gives his nose a little tap with the knife.] I trust they won't have to attempt it again? Or I might be a bit put out.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Hard to tell. I'm a very whimsical man. [but he's honest with you about it, because he likes you. IT'S A GOOD THING, REALLY]

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Whimsical or capricious? [She sighs, flips the knife into the air and catches it by the point as it comes down.] Well, I suppose I can't say I didn't call it down on my own head.

[Bops him on the nose again, this time with the hilt.] But while we're being honest, I'll tell you here and now; if I find unwelcome trace of you up in my nob again, I'll split far more than a lip.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiles and kisses her nose] I welcome it.