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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[the Master appears on the plane with his makeshift 'throne', the one made of bones, skulls, and fur. he looks completely relaxed and at ease right now

then he sighs dramatically]

Sometimes, power can be utterly boring.

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[frowns] I suppose. Very well. What else would you have me do?

[and he's back on his feet, pleased] You're hasty to prove yourself. [he purrs] There is one thing I am most certain that you would never do. Especially with me.

I have been wrong about you for too long, Master. [her demeanour is completely calm but her eyes are screaming murder] Should I not work to rectify the situation?

[and he's focusing only on the demeanour, ignoring that look behind her stare] You should. [he doesn't hesitate now, he grabs one of her wrists and pulls her close] Perhaps I ought to give you ample opportunity to do so, instead of just playing with you.

[is a little startled by his advance and tries to pull her wrist away, but there's no fear or hatred in the action, as there would have been before] I've nowhere to go, if that is what you are implying. And I would rather not face the Doctor again any time soon. You will keep him from me?

Of course I will. [he's a tad displeased with her pulling away, but he goes with it, and allows her to do so] And I have an idea that might serve you in avoiding the Doctor.

[you've just made her so very happy! well ... sort of. inside she's seething] Then please, if you would. I have no desire to see that man. You will protect me?

Again, of course I would. [he pets the side of her face] Come with me, then. We'll get started on making sure you won't see him again.

[nuzzles his hand affectionately and kisses his fingers] Thank you, Master. You are too kind. What shall we do, then?

[he purrs at that] Allow me to bed you.

[blinks] You would want to? Why?

Yes. [he slides his hand up to run it through her hair] You amuse me. You are... in your own way, attractive.

[closes her eyes, leaning into the touch] I would please you, then, as I once did that fool.

Good. [he grins] Come with me. We'll go somewhere a bit more removed- and away from my throne.

Mmm, as you wish, Master. [follows him without complaint, taking his hand in hers]

[he leads her to a more remote area of the plane - he knows of these because he has no hobbies, okay?] If I had a true bed, I'd have brought it with me, but we can make due.

Is a bed truly required for this? I assumed it was simply a euphemism humans use because they are ultimately too immature for their own procreation.

It usually makes it more comfortable.

Does that mean you intend on harming me, then? [frowns] You said you would protect me.

[he strokes her face after stopping] It may hurt, of course, but it isn't my intention. I will protect you, as I said.

[nods, nuzzling his hand again] I understand. I will trust you, then. [lifts her own hand to his face, then presses it to his chest] I am familiar with the practice. Shall I remove your clothing?

[he nods] Yes, if you would.

[does so without preamble, fingers working easily over the buttons of his suit, pulling his jacket off his shoulders with ease and turning to his undershirt, all the while standing comfortably close, humming quietly]

[he allows her to go at her pace, and he does nothing to cause her any delay, any distractions. of course, he prefers things to be less ... clinical and removed, but he reminds himself she does think like a machine, more or less

he just purrs all the while]

[it's all about methodology, and once he's bare chested, she places her hand against it again, then leans in to listen to his hearts and the rhythm of his purr, before leaning in to kiss him softly, her hands navigating downward to his pants]