best swordsman in France [such a shame we're in England]

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[there is a pile of pillows, carpets (a fair few Persian due to his most recent adventure), blankets and drapery beside the Master, who is standing just outside of the Fortress of Awesome self made. One might assume that the Master was in the process of taking the various furnishings into the Fortress, and one would be right. Indeed, half of them are inside the Fortress.

Sadly, the Master got distracted by trying to balance the tip of a sword on his finger, and has now completely forsaken his project for the sake of practicing his fencing]

What this place really needs, right now, is a United Parcel Service. Not the Royal Mail; I don't trust them. But the UPS is predictably awful and that's... dull.

Scratch that, then! We need the Royal Mail!

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[glares at him and struggles a bit]

That was a strange move, wasn't it?

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You cheated.

[pins the Doctor's hands above his head]

But you were always so defiant of the rules.

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[raises an eyebrow, looking up at him]

I always thought it was one of my better qualities.

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There are many ways to break a rule. This was a breaking of the rules of engagement. The disregarding of laws we set out between us with nothing to sustain them but our trust in one another's honour.

It's a slightly different offence than breaking curfew, Doctor.

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[frowns slightly] I suppose I just...got into the fight and forgot.

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You should apologise.

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...I'm sorry, Master.

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[he pauses, looking down on him, hands still on the Doctor's wrists.

Then he lowers his head, his mouth near the Doctor's ear, and whispers]

Want to know a secret? I wasn't even upset.

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[The Doctor pauses, then says]

I could hit you right now.

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[pulls back up, grinning]

You could.

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[knees him, though not particularly hard, just more in a "god you're an ass" way]

I don't know about you sometimes.

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I'm glad you can admit it.

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Are you going to sit on me all day?

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I could.

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And?

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What do you want me to do?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Why do you always ask me that?

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As strange as it may seem, I like offering choices.

So? What do you want me to do?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I...don't really know.

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[pause]

Disappointing.

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[frowns] No, I mean... That isn't... [leans up and kisses him]

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[the response is immediate, a dark and hungry kiss--

--but nothing else]

Is that what you want?

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[he has to think about this for a second, sorry. Except then he goes 'whatever, thinking takes too long' and nods]

Yes.

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Well, all right then.

[back to kissing, then!]

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[Mmm, delicious Master kiss]