For Jess

[syncopath]

It's the middle of the night when the Valiant's alarms start blaring, but the Master is already up and fully dressed, stalking the halls with a perturbed expression. Normally he'd let the guards get first crack at an intruder-- usually some scared, raggedy Earthling intent on playing the hero and assassinating 'Saxon' himself. He'd usually let them rough the ape up a little, throw him bruised and bleeding at the Master's feet. Not broken, of course, oh no. He did the honors there.

But not this time. Because, in the spare few seconds before the alarms went off, the Master heard a sound that shouldn't have been, not with the measures he's taken. Not when he has the source of that sound, well and truly under his control and already on board.

It was the sound of a materializing TARDIS.

He meets the guards at the doors to one of the storage bays, waves off their questioning hesitance, and motions for them to go on in ahead. Whatever is behind those doors, he doesn't want to miss this.

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[bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com]

River reacts by shifting her knee closer to the crotch of his pants and digging it in slowly. Just enough to bring across her point, that she was every bit as dangerous as he was. Even if he didn't believe that to be so. "But you have to admit, it's a one in a million, trillion odds. Right?"

Admittedly, it was a little more complicated. Like the fact that her mother had grown up with a crack in time and space radiating all kinds of things into her body and her father was a man who died repeatedly yet never stayed dead. "It happened. I happened. I'm that one in a million, trillion.... Human evolution at it's finest."

[syncopath]

The Master closes his eyes briefly, out of what could possibly be construed as pleasure. Or maybe it's just amusement; River is certainly shaping to be up to his game, at least when it comes to desire to inflict pain. Oh, this is going to be fun.

"Oh, River, River, River," he darts his head in close again, his lips dancing across her neck. "Somebody's not told you everything."

Really, he ought to kill her where she stands for even insinuating that a human could evolve into a Time Lord. But he's finding her so much more interesting alive...

"Would you like me to help you?" he whispers.

[bespoken-psycho.livejournal.com]

River might have frowned at his insinuation, but at the time his lips were on her neck and her body was definitely liking where this was headed. "Or you're just too prejudiced against humans to believe the truth." She murmurs in a smug sing-song tone of voice. Normally that would bother her, but strangely enough it didn't today. Probably because this Time Lord had her hormones all aflutter.

"Help me with what?" She whispers coyly against his throat, having returned his earlier gesture. This time with a sharp little nip of her teeth. "I've got more of a human libido, or so I've been told."

[syncopath]

"Naughty girl," the Master chuckles. "I could help you remember. Remember how you came to be. All of it. But," and his fingers trail down her neck to her back, exploring. "If you've got other needs to be met, we could arrange that."

The Master's hand reaches River's waist, his arm snaking around and holding her to him. "Perhaps you could even meet the wife, hmmm? She does so love having company."

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

River chuckles and leans in to nip his neck one more time, catching the skin over his jugular vein between her teeth, a sharper bite then the last. "You have a wife? I love a good threesome." She chuckles and slides away from him, escaping his grip around her waist with a coy grin.