Another sharp intake of breath, a surprised gasp, even, and the Master fumbled at her remaining hand still around his waist, momentarily bereft of his usual dexterity. Clinging desperately to some measure of control, he firmly grasped her other wrist after what seemed a long struggle, intent on bringing it up to join the first.
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Date: 2009-10-06 05:28 am (UTC)