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[xnovissimus]

"he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek."

the master is going to die

[koschei-no-more]

"Good evening, Dear." The Master greeted as he stepped into the sitting room, book tucked under his arm. Before taking a seat, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "In explination of my absence, I had a few matters that needed addressing, but everything's finished and I hope-" But as he made himself comfortable, he stopped mid sentence and sniffed the air, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Something's been burned, badly,... but there's no panic or alarms... Oh don't tell me." He flopped back in the seat, a hand running through his hair. "The Doctor's been in the kitchen again."

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♣ ( ;3 )

   The Doctor was shocked. His wife, loving him!

         Who'd'a thunk!

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         "--Saaaam?             Ellanor and K-9             -- and definitely not me --          set the kitchen on fire.

                           ...again..."

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“I like the view”

   The Doctor gave a grin, shaking his hips rhythmically from side to side. The sound was almost like a metronome.

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   They had been out, some kind of date night. It was always the way with them – two adults, an immortal alien and a woman with the universe on her shoulders were transformed into bumbling teenage sweethearts after their grade twelve dance. His lips met hers, suppressing an absolutely not-unmanly giggle while his hand fumbled at the lock of the TARDIS door. It fell away from behind Sam, and he stumbled in, dragging her along.

   He jerked off his jacket, throwing it over the railing, before cupping her face gently in his hands again, kissing her. He kissed Semira like she was going to disappear any moment. His hands went to his bowtie, untying it, looping it over the back of her neck to pull her against him and pin her hair under it to her neck.

      “—you gonna scream for me, baby?” He purred, his voice just slightly slurred, eyes alive with laughter. “You gonna be good for me? Or you gonna be naughty, and I’m gonna have to give you a smack on that nice bum of yours?”

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¬_¬

He hiccups, the amber liquid that had once graced his tumbler long since gone. The woman sits next to him, obviously alone and used to that prospect.

"Never trust a woman in red, ey? They'll make your head spin, and the heels? You'll never see then coming!"

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   The Doctor had been squirrelled away in his library all day. Finally, he made an effort to get himself to bed. He stumbled through the bedroom door, in a drowsy state. As far as he was aware, Semira was still out on business -- he hated sleeping without her.

   He was, therefore, quite surprised to see his wife, snuggled up in the bed, propped against their silk pillows while fiddling with her little computer tablet. Slowly, he smirked, pulling his shirt off over his head.

      "--well, hello, my dear queen." He purred. "I didn't hear you come in."

   He slid into bed beside her, pulling the curtain closed, snuggling up close and lightly kissing over her neck. He was eager for her attention and affection.