The hand on her shoulder began to absently stroke her hair, as the Master incrementally relaxed. It was refreshing to indulge in this behavior in a context that supported it, where consequences had little meaning. Where it was actually expected of him. It was similar to his marriage to Lucy, in some ways. The freedom to pursue his desires, and nobody to foil him, laugh at him...
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Date: 2009-09-30 05:46 am (UTC)Of course, she laughed. Once.
He pulled her even closer.