He’s reading Antoine de Saint-Exupery, with what ostensibly appears to be detached curiosity. But when he reads the passage aloud, his voice is trembling.
“ ‘You become responsible forever for what you have tamed.’ ”
Oh, Doctor …
“ ‘To me, you will be unique in all the world.’ “
The Doctor glances over at the Master with understanding and unexplained sadness in his gaze.
“Have we tamed each other, Koschei?”
“Every act great and small that I perform is connected to you. I have never regretted this. I would like to think that yes, we have. But you are the one who has to answer that question. Did you make a mistake? Was I a mistake? Is that why you left, once it was done … . once I decided you were my all? I don’t have companions to go to, Doctor. I don’t have groupies, friends and lovers, to divert me from my path.
I just have you. And I only want you. Every you, always.”
Lol we need to do something where they’re out in public. The Doctor loves that. Holding out as long as they can and then finding some secluded corner. Ohohohoho she’s got so many ideas now
This will probably surprise most people, and I guess it’s just a personal headcanon, but I have always seen the Master as more sensual than sexual. He appreciates sensorial experiences, relishes things like taste, sound, sight, and sensation, and applies those EXTREMELY INTENSE experiences to romance. He is extremely tactile, but only if he loves you, and in that case he will always want to be touching and touched, and it needn’t be touch of a sexual nature: hair petting, beard scratching, touches to the back, shoulder, chest, belly, arms, legs, face. Reassurances. My Master muse is demisexual, but with those with whom he’s formed deep emotional attachments (read: the Doctor, tbh), sex is particularly gratifying. Incidents like the marriage to Lucy Saxon were entirely aberrational and part of a plot (involving the Doctor of course) that required the maintenance of appearances.
🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner?
Koschei adores being overpowered, but after a significant challenge. He doesn’t hand over the reins immediately, he wants his partner to charm and seduce him into total submission, and then, he wants to be restrained and dominated. He’s also shockingly romantic, in the traditional sense of courtship, flowers, poetry, but that’s a side you’ll only see if you’re truly favored. Occasionally he likes also to completely dominate. He enjoys measured roughness. He also likes to be aroused in public and try to hide it as long as possible before taking a partner aside in private and ravishing them.
“I do. And I know who mine is. He has been my best friend as long as I can remember. We haven’t always been on the best of terms, but we’ve come back to each other. He’s my other half. My soulmate, without question.”
He feints right out of the conversation with that wearily glorious declaration, complete with a handkerchief (black with a red embroidered M of course) that he places against his brow.
Ever the longsuffering wife, the Doctor rolls her eyes and snatches the handkerchief right out of his hands.
“You should see it when he’s been up all night obsessing over some project. Poor bastard looks like he’s never even heard of a comb.”
“OI, Goose! Nobody ASKED you!”
It’s a wonder he didn’t fall off balance when his wickedly knowing wife interrupted his ridiculous swoon.
She grins, properly giddy to have gotten him riled up. Bouncing on her toes, she reaches up and ruffles his hair before scritching his beard with an affectionate hum.
“What you might NOT know, best friend o’ mine… is that I actually prefer you a little ruffled. Those cozy dad jumpers, messy hair, and a big old smile on your face because you are in love with me. It’s my absolute favorite sight in the universe.”
“ … whoa, really? Huh.”
“Hold on a moment.”
The smitten fool stands, slips right out of his black and red coat, offers his wife a sneaky pinch on the ass as passes her, and trots into the expansive walk-in closet he’s built into their bedroom (her wardrobe is her own, and yes, his attire has taken over roughly half of that space, but he is a vain creature, and he needs still more closet room). He emerges a moment later in one such hunter green jumper.
“Right, then, how’s this?”
“Closer, yeah?” He ruffles his hair. “Oh, and!”
“Big old smile. Perfect execution. You have to extol my efforts!”
“No, there is something I truly cherish about every face of the Doctor. They are all my best friend. Is my wife the Doctor with whom I feel the most comfortable, the most fulfilled? The most at peace? Yes, that much is true.”
“Only the world? WIFE. I shall be the best dad in ALL THE UNIVERSE. NO, THE MULTIVERSE. I shall change diapers and clean spit up like a warrior! I shall read stories, give piggyback rides, comfort in tears, I SHALL PUT NEW COLONIES, NEW WORLDS, NEW SYSTEMS, IN THE SKY, IN MY ZINNY’S HONOR. I SHALL BUILD CIVILIZATIONS BETTER THAN ANY YOU OR I KNEW, IN WHICH SHE SHALL LIVE. YES!!!!!!! I SHALL PLAY TEA PARTIES AND DOLLIES, AND I, THE MASTER, SHALL CREATE SPOTS OF JOY AND HARMONY IN THE UNIVERSE FOR THIS MIRACLE BABY!”
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