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The Doctor was quick to reciprocate, weaving throughout the Masterâs mind in familiar grooves and patterns, each tendril undeniably the Doctor; it was more comfort than words could have possibly provided in the momentâŚwhich very abruptly ended once sheâd caught sight of the Masterâs expression.
Was it horrible? Her regenerations had gone awry enough in the past, so it was certainly possible, and her eyes went wide, mouth dropping over ever so slightly with worry⌠until she saw the corners of the Masterâs mouth twitch. A frown creased her delicate lips, but she barely had time to get out a âyou mffphââ before a pillow had been flipped over her face, causing her to theatrically deflate against the mattress in defeat.
She was laughing, though, by the time she managed to pull the pillow away from her face, and the Doctor tossed it deftly back in the Masterâs direction (though she stayed conscious of her daughter beside her) sorrow momentarily forgotten in light of something far more playful. âIf youâre so worried about the general public, we ought to have gotten one for you years ago. Bad enough I have to put up with your face while weâre alone.â She teased, her grin wide and familiar and beautiful. âI mean, Master, itâs embarrassing.â
Laughter was exactly what heâd been going for, and the Master was struck by how much he liked the sound. She really, really hadnât done half bad this time around.Â
âNo, you see, you forget. I have redeeming qualities. At least I dress well,â the Master retorted, grinning back at her. Damn it. He couldnât even genuinely insult her. She was gorgeous. The Master caught himself staring after  second and shook his head. âNot that youâd recognize good fashion sense if it bit you in the rear, so heaven only knows why you keep me around⌠and, Doctor⌠Please, please tell me that those ridiculous pinstripe atrocities are going to be buried where they belong.â
Her laughter was nice, something she was pleased to discover, and it distracted her long enough that she didnât catch the Master staring. Not that she would parse it as that just now. She knew she didnât end up a train wreck, but she didnât know she was beautiful.
The jab about her dress sense and previous attire made her smirk, shaking her head. Sheâd liked that suit, and there was a teasingly wicked gleam in her eyes when she met the Masterâs. âI dunno,â she drawled, pushing herself up into a proper seated position on the mattress. âIâm pretty sure Iâm still thin enough to make it work. Iâll just have to roll up the sleeves and pant legs until I can find a proper tailor.â
And speaking of shortened limbs, she frowned. âI think you might be taller than me. Thatâs weird.â
âI didnât think it was possible, given that you were a bloody stick, but I think you might be skinnier than you were,â the Master commented. Anything else he might have said died before it reached his lips. She really was lovely now that he was properly looking at her. Her too big tee-shirt and boxers did nothing to hide that. As far as unexpectedly new bodies in the bed he shared with the Doctor, he certainly wasnât going to complain about this one.Â
âOh good. I was about tired of the crick in my neck every time I have to look up to shout at you,â he teased, lips twitching in amusement.
âClearly youâre not feeding me enough,â she teased, giggling softly. In all likelihood she wasnât going to go through the effort to patch up her old suit just to play a joke on her lover... or maybe she was. Couldnât be sure, yet. âAnd I didnât know that was possible. Iâll have to be careful bending over, I might snap in two.â
Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, wondering if the Master would welcome a kiss so soon? Only a moment later she realized how ridiculous that was and leaned in to drop a gentle peck on his lips anyway.Â
âCâmon,â she murmured, a happy smile lighting up her eyes. âLetâs get to the kitchen. Your ladies are hungry.â








