The Doctor made an odd noise out of sheer surprise as he was pulled back onto the bed. He couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from his throat, a gleeful sound. Sliding his arms around his beloved he grinned broadly. “Hmm..well I suppose I can stay. For you Kos.” Ducking his head he pressed a kiss to the Master’s lips. (hi ♥ ♥ missed you too 🙂 )
“I wanna taste you. I wanna … . hey. Hey. I like it when you make that noise. It’s adorable. Big scary Doctor, squealing. Mmm, this feels good.”
All the drowsy ruminating is accentuated tenfold when the master nuzzles the Doctor, even more intently after the most welcome kiss, taking care to tickle him with his stubble.
“You’re not allowed to leave ever again. I have decided. We’re to fuse at the molecular level henceforth.”
Thus speaks the Master-no, frankly, Koschei, he has never been more Koschei than right now, studiously running through the TARDIS manual, the driest reading conceivable, with an orange highlighter and glasses, while draped across the library couch, turning a flustered pink at his fool’s affections.
“Shut up, sit upright and help me find the section on time anomaly relocation distributor maintenance. Or the next time we run into a paradox, we’re toast.”
Icarus 