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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[the Master breaks the kiss, pulling the Doctor down a bit to take the height advantage away. When he speaks, the word is not a prayer, but a demand, a question, a query demanding the proper answer. And it's a little bit irritated, too.]

Doctor.

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[The Doctor frowns for a moment and glances away, trying to think of the right response. Everything they do is rather caught up in meanings, after all, but usually it's second nature.

So he responds by bowing his head slightly, submissive, his lips brushing over the Master's skin as he says] Master.

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[If it is not the right answer, it is almost the right answer. The Master has no other questions to ask of the Doctor that cannot be asked without sound]

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[Welcome back to Fade From Black! Last time, our heroes had done their usually punching and pinning with an extra dash of UST, which is now resolved thanks to the Doctor finally giving up. ...Ish. Not really. But it's been good for them on building trust at least.

The Setting: A bedroom. No, the Doctor did not want to shag under the rain, no matter how romantic that sounds. He likes rain but no.

So now comes the part where words are of use.]

If you accelerated a tau lepton to about light speed, you could circle it around an area and give it the same charge as the Eye of Orion. That'd be nice. [Except that the Doctor is very awkward with this part]

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[The Master? Not so awkward. But probably not the nicest bloke the Doctor's ever shagged, either]

There's a washroom somewhere down this hall, I think.

[and out of bed he gets!]

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[The Doctor is quite used to that, though, and just rolls over on his side, waving his hand]

On the leftish. Should still be there.

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[without another word, he goes off in the vaguely bathroom-y direction!]

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[The Doctor, meanwhile, is feeling quite content and lazy and just leans over the side of the bed, reaching out for his clothes and gathering them up best he can without actually moving off the bed.

Also he fully intends on watching cartoons. That bit is important.]

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[the Master returns, showered, and starts picking his clothes back up]

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[The Doctor is vaguely clothed but he got lazy halfway through.]

Feeling better now?

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Are you?

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I asked you first.

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So you answer first.

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I...do, actually.

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How flattering for my ego.

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Oh don't start that. Yes, I really really liked it. In case you couldn't tell during it, which really you should have, it was enjoyable.

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Oh, I did notice. Promise.

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Right, well, good.

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[smirks as he sits on the bed and starts buttoning up his shirt again]

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I think that means it's your turn. Do you feel better?

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It was a very nice shower, yes.

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[he rolls his eyes and whacks the Master with a pillow for being a smug bastard]

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[catches the pillow and tugs it away from the Doctor]

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Oh, sod off. [sends him a glare and flops over to totally ignore him. DO NOT MOCK HIS PAIN. His awkwardness technically but whatever]

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I'm going to let you in on a little secret, Doctor: sulking? Not very sexy.