Koschei laughs rather foolishly, head lulling back, and then dipping forward until his chin is tucked in, with a rarest display of shyness. He thinks on his handsome cur, with the perfect brown combover and the rakish dimples.
“I dunno,” he effuses–this worldly, seasoned monster–turning red as a damned maiden.
The Doctor’s hazel eyes slide over to him, watching as his lips move from the crook of her elbow to her wrist. She allows a thumb to trace the seam of his lips and smiles.
“You romantic sap… Who would’ve guessed you’d be such a softy?”
The ingenious intergalactic criminal, the beast with fate impaled on its teeth, with death clenched in its jaws, defined from childhood by an act of murder not even his own … looks up now from his kisses with the softest yet smuggest expression.
“ … shut up. It’s your fault entirely.I can’t look at you and even muster a good dose of rage. You’ve taken my reputation and bloody C4′ed it. Why don’t you just sod off with your beauty, brains and vivacity, or have my baby already? Oh wait.”
The Master watches his wife with an expression of astonishment as she transparently hoards him, steering him away from the woman ogling his shirtless form at the shaved ice stand. He doesn’t stop her from seizing about thirty napkins–about which he’d been asking aid in locating–and dragging him back to their beach towel.
He sits down beside her steaming form wordlessly.
His gobsmacked expression slowly melts and is replaced by the wickedest grin.
“ … . Well, WELL. What a MARVELOUS role reversal.”
“How much do I loov my Kookaburra?” she purrs, biting her bottom lip.
“I loov him more than there are stars in the sky. I loov him more deeply than the deepest ocean. I love him as widely as the expanse of the universe.
I loov him more than two hearts can hold, so we had to pour some of that excess into our perfect baby girl. He’s my life, my best friend, my one and only. There aren’t words strong enough to describe how much I love him.”
Icarus 