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drapetxmaniia: (10th) the doctor wraps his arms around the masters waist, hoping to surprise him as he pushed his cold nose into his neck, a grin on his lips, before he kissed it.

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Koschei’s entire form tenses, the way a cat arches its back; his features contort into an expression of shock that quickly evolves into haughty outrage.

     “COLD,” he protests explosively.

He wriggles like a mongoose with the intent to turn, when instead far warmer lips suckle on his neck.  His deeply sensitive, long, handsome neck.  

And instead he’s writhing with a host of entirely other urges.

    “M-mmmm,” he groans, and flashes a lazy smile.

–//–

The Doctor Laughed softly in amusement, and takes pity on him, (If you can call it pity, or just plain teasing) before pulling away so that he can kiss his cheek.

“I seem to have captured some kind of beautiful cat-like creature,” He grinned, laughter still in his voice. “I think ill keep him all for myself~” he comments jokingly, before returning to why he suddenly decided to capture him in a hug.

“You’re not cold are you? I think The ol’ Girl’s suddenly turned the heating down, but everything is fine on screen, but i keep getting the shivers.” and as if to prove a point another uncomfortable cold spell flashed though his body, making him grimace and hug Koschei a little tighter.

     “Beautiful?  You flatter me.” 

You could be beautiful, that face with the cockatoo hair and the pinstripes had pontificated, that long-ago Christmas.

     You are beautiful, that same face states now, imparting a hope long forgotten.  

    “But I don’t believe you’re being a drop insincere. What a miracle.”  

Deep within the Master’s telepathic channels, there’s a steady thrumming, very like purring indeed.  

    “I’m hardly ever cold, Hearts,” he drawls.  “Which I gather is why you’re using me as a space heater.”