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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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The more you say 'no', the more it reinforces my opinion that you really mean 'yes'.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I told Doctor Holloway; you have a bad habit of projection.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I already know I'm attractive.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he can't help it; the preening makes him burst into laughter]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[stiffens a little irritably]

Oh, stop it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[stiffling the laughter - but not much]

Stop sulking, Doctor. It doesn't add to your shaggability.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I am not sulking.

[yes, he is]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, you are.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You know what I just realized, though?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't be a prick; just answer the rhetorical question.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Aww, did you just call me a name? How...juvenile of you!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Master.

[wide grin]

You haven't walked away yet.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[there's a flash of anger, and then a smile. The Master walks back to the Doctor, face to face, at what might be considered the polite distance for two old friends]

Perhaps I can't resist the burgundy.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No one can.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sad, but true.

[what is 'the polite distance' for friends is quickly covered as the Master steps in, grabs the Doctor by the lapels, and brings him in for a violent kiss]

Hm. Not as shaggable as the pinstripes would indicate.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[cue freezing, mild gaping, and lots of staring]

[yeah, let's talk about things he wasn't expecting]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I love that sound.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[stunned sputtering]

W-What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That one, not so much.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[suddenly furious]

We're not 90, Master! You can't just do that!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[perfectly calm]

I think I just did.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[absolutely no malice]

I hate you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, you love me. But that doesn't change anything.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I thought I was the one who did all the projecting, Master.