A tiny bit of the Master's awareness was focused on their surroundings, but most of it was on the Doctor. His fingers traced answering words, or perhaps the closest approximation over the Doctor's skin, even as another shudder was pulled from the Master.
His eyes were dark with desire, and he wanted so much more than the time they had would allow. He could still read the Doctor as if nothing had ever changed between them. As if they didn't have centuries of bad blood and enmity muddying the proverbial waters.
"Doctor." His tone remained quiet, undemanding for the time being. Content. It was an odd feeling, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt anything close to it in, well, a very long time.
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Date: 2011-12-21 04:22 pm (UTC)His eyes were dark with desire, and he wanted so much more than the time they had would allow. He could still read the Doctor as if nothing had ever changed between them. As if they didn't have centuries of bad blood and enmity muddying the proverbial waters.
"Doctor." His tone remained quiet, undemanding for the time being. Content. It was an odd feeling, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt anything close to it in, well, a very long time.