Her apology, the heady mix of fear and pain, his own frustration-- the combination was paradoxically alluring. The Master relaxed his grip on her wrist until he was holding it with gentle firmness, feeling still very much in control, and closed the distance again, murmuring into her hair.
"Why are you sorry?" He very much needed to hear it.
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Date: 2009-10-02 01:21 am (UTC)"Why are you sorry?" He very much needed to hear it.