The Master Calls

Chapter 4

Rose was in a deep slumber, which was rudely awoken by the curtains being drawn back with more flourish than necessary. She groaned as the bright sunlight hit her and she grabbed the blanket covering her and pulled it over her head. She snuggled down and was getting comfortable when the blanket was yanked off of her.

She sat up, instantly alert and a murderous look on her face.

"Time to get up. We have a lot to do today," the Master greeted abruptly.

"Do you mind! I'm nearly naked," she said, scowling at him.

He looked her up and down, a dark look coming over his brown eyes, making them seem almost black, as he took in Rose just clad in her lacy black underwear and a white tank top. The white top did nothing to hide the dark circles of her nipples and he swallowed. But he tapered down those animalistic urges. He was on a mission and a near-naked Rose Tyler wasn't going to stop him.

"Not at all. You look lovely. Now get up."

She flopped back down and cursed quite colorfully as she rubbed at her face. And he felt himself stopping and really looking at her. The way the sunlight shone down on her and the way her blonde hair was tousled, she really was beautiful. He quickly schooled his features when she glared back at him.

"Tea or coffee?" he asked.

"What?" she grumbled.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Honestly. How do you humans get anything done if you can barely function first thing in the morning? It's bad enough that you lot sleep a third of your lives away. I'm asking, and you should be grateful that I'm even doing this, if you want tea of coffee?"

"Tea. Now get out!" she ordered.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as they roamed up and down her body. Then he winked at her and strolled out the room.

"Wanker," she said under her breath. She swung her legs over the bed and went to get showered and dressed. She chose blue jeans and a bright pink shirt and white sneakers. She left her hair down in loose waves and applied her make-up, going heavy on the eyes as usual.

She found him in the kitchen, humming tunelessly as he made two mugs of tea. The jeans she gave him last night were ridiculously tight on his ass and she stopped momentarily to admire the sight. But she shook her head and went to sit by the table. A moment later a mug of tea was placed in front of her, along with the sugar bowl and the milk. He sat next to her, still humming and stirring his tea.

"Will you shut it," she groaned.

"Only if you ask nicely," he said, smirking.

"Oh, for God's sake. Please."

He stopped, but a smile was stretched on his face, and he steadfastly stared at his tea and then took a sip.

She added two sugars and milk and took a grateful sip. "So what's so urgent that you had to get me up?"

"It's ten in the morning. I think you slept long enough."

"If you've forgotten, I only got to bed at two this morning."

"So did I, but you don't hear me complaining."

She scowled. "You're a Time Lord. You buggers hardly need any sleep. I've seen the Doctor go two weeks without sleeping."

He chuckled to himself, finding her ire amusing. She huffed and sipped some more on her tea.

"To answer your question, we're going shopping."

"For what? And with what? You don't have any money."

He gave her a knowing look and she rolled her eyes. "You hacked my account, didn't you?"