Blast. She wanted to do that, too. Finally wrap her arms around him, finally take him all in, just– have that moment. Have that moment together, the moment that they hadn’t seemed to have had in- WELL. Centuries, at the least.
But the man pulled back, leaving her with little choice but to cockily raise her eyebrows and step forward. SERIOUSLY?
And then those words. They made her PAUSE, lingering AWKWARDLY where she was. Alrighty then, that was not something that she expected—-
With a couple of moments of silence from The Doctor, her attention was diverted anywhere but his gaze – mainly to her shoe, shifting it over the concrete floor. And when it became a little too long a pause, she finally spoke up.
“JUST.. wanted a hug.”
Pouting. She was definitely pouting. Not fair.
The Master stops dead in his tracks. He stares down at the crestfallen little creature who holds within her endlessly spawning galaxies of hope and wonder. This amazing little beastie is his oldest and dearest friend. And all he need do is set aside every ounce of malicious or even merely sporting intent, and indulge her.
That is, yield.
Well.
Koschei of House Oakdown has long prided himself in being the one person that Theta Sigma of House Lungbarrow cannot wheedle into submission! Why, he’s a savage bastard, a killer of thousands, a wrangler and monger of chaos! He’s …
hopelessly smitten.
He sighs, and it’s the sound of centuries of sighs, coalesced into one great sound of preposterous frustration.
And he opens his arms, and penguin-waddles right over to her.
“Oh, do get a shift on. Did you miss the memo? You’re my favorite thing.”
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She scrunches her nose as she’s pulled close, a small little yelp at that pinch which makes her press even closer to him. Her fingers dance up the buttons of his shirt before booping his nose.
“You exist. Simple as tha’.”
“ … . Oh dear. I dunno how I can turn that into anything snide or naughty. You’ve won this round, Doctor.”
He snatches her hand and kisses her inner wrist. And then her nose, as well.
She laughs like a braying donkey at having won this round, though she knows damn well that he’s still the reigning champion here.
“Nah, it’s just a way to get you to kiss me more.”
Koschei’s hands trail up and down his Theta’s dainty back. Oh, deceptive. She’s still an unbridled storm. He kisses her tenderly, and then passionately.
“SO, Doctor! What d’you say to this: I confiscate that fez, stash it somewhere in the TARDIS, and one of these days, when you least expect it, appear on your bed, naked, with the fez, and only the fez, covering my nethers?”
This is the Terror of the Cosmos speaking to his oldest and best friend, and he fancies himself clever indeed.
@karlimeaghan I will literally pay you to photoshop Simm Master into this and then it will be my desktop wallpaper for the rest of eternity or at least until Christmas.
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