Rating General
Warnings None
Fandom Doctor Who
Pairing Doctor/Master
Summary
Prompted. The Doctor and the Master cuddle. Fluff.
Notes
Imagine your OTP cuddling by the fireplace.
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The Doctor sat there, watching the flickering flames of the library fireplace. It was really calming actually, listening to the crackling of the wood, smelling the slight amount of wood smoke. The heat reached him, but didn't make it too hot. Just comfortable.
He heard footsteps approaching him, rounding the opposite side of the sofa he was on. The Doctor looked up, and saw the Master, dressed in one of his impeccable suits, sit down right next to him, not saying a word. He smiled softly, and placed his arm up on the back of the sofa, almost touching the Masters back.
They sat there for a while, neither of them speaking. The Doctors hand twitched, disrupting the fabric on the shoulder of the Masters suit jacket. The Master leaned back, until the Doctors arm lay across his back. Still neither of them spoke. The silence stretched on, unbroken except for the crackling of the fire. But it was comfortable silence. Silence that calmed them both.
Soon the Master was pressed up against the Doctors side, the Doctors arm around him, holding him close. Not possessive, just soothing. His hand was rubbing in slow circles on the Masters arm as they both watched the fire flickering. The Doctor looked down, only a bit surprised to find the Master bringing his feet up and curling right up next to him. The Doctor then rested his head on top of the Masters as he smiled softly. They stayed like that, watching the fire burn lower and lower.
At last, the Master murmured softly to the Doctor, "You almost got killed by those people, you idiot." The Doctor smiled softly, and planted a kiss to kiss head on top of his still blond hair. "I couldn't leave them to die, you know." The Master sighed at that, "I do know, but you're still an idiot." The Doctor ruled his eyes affectionately at that, "But you still love me." He got no response at that, so he continued, "Besides, I'm your idiot."
The fire was burning low as the Master replied, "Well, I suppose you are my lovable idiot." The Master nuzzled the Doctor, continuing on with a word in Gallifreyan, which roughly translated to together.
