A fond smile appeared on her lips and she sat up slightly so that she could kiss his nose properly.
“I mean, you would have to find him first. Ryan sent him far back into the past… not sure when or where… but with some luck he will be eaten by a dinosaur.” she grinned.
The Master, thusly baptized by the rainbows, unicorns, and sunbeams inherent to the Doctor’s nose-kiss, flings back his head. He cackles.
“How droll, I do hope that he was eaten in parts, legs first, and then perhaps his essential bits, and finally his empty head. Oh, it warms my hearts.”
A pause. He steals an almost sheepish look her way.
“I suppose that’s not how I’m meant to react to that news …”
She cant help giggle at his adorable reaction, her eyes lighting up in amusement, before she stands on her tip-toes and kisses his nose.
“Are you always this adorable or am i the only creature in existence who has the pleasure to witness this?” she asked him happily.
“I’ll staunchly deny that I’m ‘adorable,’” and he makes obnoxious air quotes, “in any shape or form, to anyBODY.”
She just continues to grin. “So just me then, thats good to know.”
“Ill tell you a secret, You,” She pokes his nose gently, again; “will always be the only one to know my true self.”
Wether thats a good or bad thing, not even she knows, but The Master… no, Koschei, will always be the ONLY creature in existence, who knows the little boy, the REALTheta Sigma under the name that is ‘The Doctor’.
“ … . is that right. And where did that come from, my darling and star?”
The Master sits grandiosely slackened, legs crossed, arms behind his head, lounging defiantly in the personal space of the Doctor’s TARDIS, all a calculated maneuver of appearing independent and invincible.
All a facade, for a mind as permeable as soil to water. He could not stand apart from the only true friend he ever had if he tried.
But he will try, anyway, because the Master tilts at windmills.
“I robbed you of your latest human pet in the most violently cruel way possible, all to foil your plot to convert Missy into some diluted goody-goody version of herself, and you still come back for more? Doctor, I never knew you to be a masochist … persecution complex, maybe. Savior complex, definitely. But this? How d’you know I won’t exact excruciating vengeance upon you, eh?”
“HehHAH! I sincerely doubt that Walt Disney ever encountered an aggressive devourer of inorganic matter, love.”
But the Master doesn’t argue with the usual resilient determination: not so long as his beloved scratches her fingers through the follicles of his scalp and renders him a critically tamed beast.
“I think you’re Stitch and I’m that little girl … . me wandering the slopes of Mt. Perdition, wishing for a friend, and then there you were, maniacal and suns-kissed.”
“Theta Sigma,” the Master greets the Doctor, with feigned propriety, and then he snatches her around the waist, and pulls her close, with a hungry grin.
He waits for her to reply.
And waits.
And waits.
And sips his cocoa.
And kisses her nose.
And waits.
“Yes, Hearts, so I gathered. Hi.”
Theta’s Grin widens at the kiss to her nose. “Hows the Hot chocolate?” She asked, one hand on his chest, the other around the back of his neck, so that she was more comfortable.
She would let him wait a little bit before she would return the kiss, Of course there was no way she would stop him from kissing her again, the sap, but thats what she loved about him.
“How are you? I myself have missed you.”
“Also, i maaaay have been to 1955 America while trying to get Yaz, Ryan and Graham back home… Wasn’t going to stay… buuuut… yeah, somethin’ made me…” She was clearly not telling the whole story.
“Excellent, fresh meat. Such a relief, I was becoming a bit bored. How many intellectually and socially backwards apes do I get to skin alive for mistreating you?”
“I hope you’re plannin’ on kissin’ meh, I’m definitely in need of kisses and snuggles… don’t ya agree.” Theta grins.
The Master squashes his face into the pillow, with a plaintive and childish whine.
“You utterly disarm and fluster me,” he complains, then very sharply, like a cat having sighted prey, lashes out and grabs her waist, rolls on top of her and kisses her hard and fierce on the lips.
Icarus 