but none of 'em were home inside the catacomb (for twood_rose)

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He had no way of knowing how long he had been in the dark; it was a funny thing, perhaps, but even a Time Lord must concede (as much as it might personally gall him) that death is timeless by its very nature. Still, he remembered everything.

When he awoke, groggily, the first thing he did was clap a hand to his neck, expecting a mark or a hole where the persistent memory of pain told him it should be. There was nothing. A ghost feeling. He blinked twice and sat up.

The room was dim, dusty and unused, and the small sink in the corner rattled ominously before spitting out water of some unsavory color, but there was comfort, egregiously tiny as it may be, in washing up as best he could. He surveyed his surroundings again. Besides the mattress he'd woken up on (and who had placed him there?) the room boasted nothing else.

He knew when he was, but not where. Or why. Not for the first time, he wondered if it might not be a prison.

The Master took panicked strides toward the door, fully expecting it not to open when he yanked on the handle roughly, and almost falling backwards when he was proven wrong.

A maze of hallways spread itself before him, each equally dim and dusty as the room behind. As the Master began to walk, it became obvious what he'd somehow known from the moment he opened the door. It wasn't a prison.

It was a ruin.

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She sighed, closed her eyes, and made a soft sound of longing each time his teeth grazed her skin. She wanted so badly to touch him, stroke his hair, that her body nearly tingled with the restraint.

"What now, Master?" she whispered.

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"I believe we both know what comes next, Rose."

The Master's mouth had reached her breast, finally, and his tongue began to circle her nipple through the brassiere, wetting the fabric. Meanwhile his hands had found their way to her upper back and the clasp of the brassiere, and he began to unhook it slowly, one catch at a time.

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Again she shivered, that sound of longing even louder now. She wanted to help him unhook her bra, or touch his cheek, or his hair. Instead she stood perfectly still, submitting to him, waiting for his command.

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Her shivers galvanizing him somewhat, the Master rushed through the last hook of the brassiere, sliding the straps off of her arms and tossing the undergarment aside impatiently. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs lightly over the nipples as he had done during their last encounter, and watched her reaction.

"Undo my tie," he directed softly, not ceasing his movements.

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"Oh..."

Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, moaning soft and low. At his command, her eyes fluttered open, and she nodded. She reached for his tie, and her fingers brushed the skin of his neck as they closed around the silk knot, and began to slide it down.

[syncopath]

He'd told her to do it; still, when she touched his neck with her hands, pulled at his tie, the Master involuntarily swallowed. His own hands stopped for a fraction of a second before resuming, his thumbs moving in slow, lazy circles, barely grazing her nipples now.

"Good girl," he managed.

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"Thank you," she whispered.

Once the knot was undone, she pulled the tie slowly from his neck, then swallowed.

"May I unbutton your coat?"

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The Master nodded once in assent. She'd earned some points, he supposed, by following orders thus far. And if she continued to follow his orders, soon she would no longer have the opportunity to use her hands as freely. "You may."

He carefully took the tie from Rose, one hand still scribing light patterns on a breast.

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She let him take the tie, and let her hands drift down to his buttons. One by one she unfastened them, her eyes never leaving his, her breath slipping quickly in and out over her lips.

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He watched her unbutton his coat impassively, all the while inexplicably feeling as if he could run away, far and fast. Perhaps he should.

But it's the Doctor who's good at running. I am good at hiding. Hiding in plain sight, if you knew where to look, the proverbial snake in the grass. And she was stripping him of his camouflage...

"Stop," he said abruptly, with a sort of shakiness in his voice, and he placed his hands over hers.

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She frowned slightly, concerned.

"Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

She turned her hands to gently hold his.

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The Master closed his eyes briefly, and inhaled deeply once before snapping them back open, as if he had a sudden headache and was marshaling his strength. The urge to tear his hands out of hers and flee was paramount.

Instead of doing so, or at the very least answering her question, he attacked her mouth with his in a quite unexpected kiss, pushing her backwards against a nearby pillar and crushing her body with his own.

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"MMGHFF!" she yelped in surprise, as her back hit the pillar. Her eyes were wide with shock for a moment... and then closed as she kissed him back, just as hard, wrapping her arms around him. She was trapped against the pillar, but it was clear that as much as she could, she was giving as good as she was getting.

[syncopath]

The Master couldn't help but emit a tiny moan as Rose embraced him, held him there fast, trapping him just as he'd trapped her. Teeth began to enter the equation, and he bit her lower lip hard as he ground against her, trying his hardest to win a game that did not, technically, exist.

There was a small, metal ring jutting from a crack near the top of the pillar just above Rose's head, likely some sort of reinforcing bar exposed and twisted when the bridge had collapsed in on itself, and the Master's gaze snapped to it.

Leaning into Rose further, deepening the kiss, he reached behind his back for one of her wrists, his other looping the tie through the ring.

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She groaned as his teeth closed hard on her lip, and flexed her hips to grind back against him just as firmly. The slow erotic battle that they were engaged in so occupied her attention that she didn't notice his hand going for her wrist, nor the other reaching up to position the tie.

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His fingers latched around her wrist, and the Master grinned triumphantly, the other hand working quickly to ready the knot in the tie for cinching. When he was ready, finally, he slowly brought her arm up over her head, toward the loop.

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Her eyes flew open as she realized what was happening.

"Master...?" she murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

She didn't fight him, however.

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"Sssshhh," the Master soothed. Just as he slipped her hand through the loop of the tie, he bent slightly, and quickly swept the tip of his tongue across her nipple, as if she were a sweet delicacy.

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Rose moaned, closed her eyes, and her head dropped back against the pillar. The pleasure, along with the sweet gentleness of the gesture, unraveled her tension.

"Master..." she breathed.

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He cinched the tie tight around her wrist before he allowed himself to react to her reaction, so to speak, closing his eyes again at the impassioned mention of his name. With some satisfaction at his handiwork, he bit into her shoulder deeply before reaching for her other wrist.

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She cried out at that, then twisted her head to the side and caught the side of the Master's neck in her teeth, biting back.

[syncopath]

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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She let him have her wrist, releasing his neck from her teeth and settling back against the pillar to watch him, strangely calm, as he completed the bindings. Her breath was fast, and her cheeks flushed.

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It was easier to work with two hands. The Master pressed against Rose as he tied the other wrist next to the first, so that her wrists had some play, while still restraining her to the pillar. He stepped back slightly to take in the entire picture, a pleased and rather smug expression on his face, belying his own quickened breath.

She looked so lovely standing there, something caught but somehow still untrammeled in nature. A wild Rose...

Much more interesting than Lucy, who would hang there passive as a cow, her eyes shut the entire time, stiff as a board. Pleased enough, perhaps, but boring.

He stepped back to her, running his hands along the curves of her body, cupping her breasts and buttocks. "Do you like it?" he asked her.

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She pressed back against him, best she could, and when he returned to run hiss hands over her, she leaned into his touch with a sigh, and strained forward to brush her lips against his cheek.

"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, I do..."

Her heart pounded in exhilaration. This was dangerous, so dangerous, so wonderfully dangerous...

And watching the effects it was having on the Master was fascinating."