After the Storm (Drabble Project, Day 10)
Nov. 6th, 2012 02:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurThe Doctor pushes the Master's post-coital cuddling tolerance.
His fury spent at last, the Master sags across the Doctor’s naked chest.
For a long moment, the Doctor simply listens to him breathe, harsh gasps as if he’s been running. Then he cautiously moves his hands to the Master’s sides. When there is no protest, he risks sliding them up further, one between the Master’s shoulder blades, the other on the small of his back.
He lies still for a moment, giving the Master time to adjust, before moving his hands in slow, gentle circles. For a moment, the Master goes stiff, but then he relaxes.
Finally, he sleeps.</lj-cut
His fury spent at last, the Master sags across the Doctor’s naked chest.
For a long moment, the Doctor simply listens to him breathe, harsh gasps as if he’s been running. Then he cautiously moves his hands to the Master’s sides. When there is no protest, he risks sliding them up further, one between the Master’s shoulder blades, the other on the small of his back.
He lies still for a moment, giving the Master time to adjust, before moving his hands in slow, gentle circles. For a moment, the Master goes stiff, but then he relaxes.
Finally, he sleeps.</lj-cut
