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

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[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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Awww, someone feeling hurt? Embarrassed? I'm so sorry.

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[snorts] I really doubt that.

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That's not how you do it, Doctor.

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[rolls back over] Hm?

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[he slips easily into sitting position, then to kneeling over the Doctor, a leg on either side. His fingers curl around the Doctor's neck and he rests his forehead against the Doctor's]

This is how it's done, Doctor.

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[he continues to look at the Master and carefully rests his hand on the Master's cheek]

Never been my strong suit.

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I know.

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[laughs softly] Of course you do.

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[runs his thumb down the centre of the Doctor's neck, to the base of his collar bone]

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[curls his fingers over the Master's cheek, tracing his jaw in a curious, slow way]

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[slips his finger around and rubs the nap of his neck slowly]

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[cranes his neck with a small noise and lets his hand trace down the Master's neck]

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[suddenly grabs the Doctor's wrists and pins them above his head, pressing down into a rought kiss]

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[gives a surprised gasp against the Master's mouth but kisses him back hard]

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[sits up, then, but still holds his wrists pinned]

That's how it's done.

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[looks up at him, frowning]

Oh. Right, yeah...I see.

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Good.

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And that's what you like.

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Hm?

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That. Erm, this. How you did it.

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I want you to improvise.

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Improvise. Really? That's all?

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Well, I better be damn well satisfied by what you do.

[gets up off of him and holds out his hand]

Get up.

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[looks at him for a second before taking his hand and letting the Master help him up]

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One thing, though, Doctor?

[draws his fingers down the Doctor's cheek]