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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[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]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

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.