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best_served_hot) wrote2010-03-23 06:36 pm
best_served_hot) wrote2010-03-23 06:36 pm
fic: it's tradition
The clerk at the desk smiled warmly, voice an alarming screech of a pitch as she greeted them. "Hello!" It was bright and bubbly and the Master wondered, for a moment, if her blood would come out frothy and some annoyingly disgusting color of pink. "And welcome."
Jack smiled easily, even though the Master could tell that the screeching had probably left his own eardrums bleeding. They both fit in well, the Master now out of the clothing Jack had first procured him and into something more tasteful and didn't look as if he'd gone rolling about in a dirt heap. It wasn't as good a quality as what he'd gotten used to but it would do.
"Checking in?" came the horrid voice and a welcome question.
"Yes," said Jack, producing the form of payment and then standing straighter. The Master looked around, it wasn't bad, not at all but then the woman started appraising them and he began to worry.
Just a little bit.
"You know, that suite you have reserved is cozy but ...well I think we could bump you up to a honeymoon suite."
Jack sputtered but recovered quickly, about to tell her that nothing like that was needed and they were fine, presumably.
"Oh we could never. We'll be just fine in our suite we asked for," The Master was confused enough by Jack's not denying what was being implied to be unable to fend off the arm that snaked around his waist and pulled him close to Jack's side. He wanted to glare, scream, shout and claw at him until he was in itty bitty bloody pieces but that would have to wait until they were in the privacy of what had better be a damned good honeymoon suite.
"But Jackums...you said we could have a room with a view," said the Master, playing into it and twisting at one of the buttons on Jack's coat. For a moment he thought he could've been satisfied with tearing it off for the time being. A small payment for the humiliation he was being forced to endure.
Some time later, the honeymoon suite procured, the Master had hoped to be free of the freak's proximity, only to find himself picked up bodily as if he were a bride. The bride, in point of fact. He resisted every urge to glare and find something to slaughter him with immediately and took to fiddling with his collar.
"I can walk, dearest," the Master attempted to not hiss.
"It's tradition, sweetheart," said Jack, enjoying his small victory far too much. "Wouldn't want to break with that, after all, you did already wear the dress."
The Master seethed silently to himself. How dare he.
The Time Lord leaned deceptively close, as if he were whispering something for only him to hear to onlookers and smiled wickedly. "If there's a rose petal bath, I'm drowning you in it."
prompt: none
words: 518
Jack smiled easily, even though the Master could tell that the screeching had probably left his own eardrums bleeding. They both fit in well, the Master now out of the clothing Jack had first procured him and into something more tasteful and didn't look as if he'd gone rolling about in a dirt heap. It wasn't as good a quality as what he'd gotten used to but it would do.
"Checking in?" came the horrid voice and a welcome question.
"Yes," said Jack, producing the form of payment and then standing straighter. The Master looked around, it wasn't bad, not at all but then the woman started appraising them and he began to worry.
Just a little bit.
"You know, that suite you have reserved is cozy but ...well I think we could bump you up to a honeymoon suite."
Jack sputtered but recovered quickly, about to tell her that nothing like that was needed and they were fine, presumably.
"Oh we could never. We'll be just fine in our suite we asked for," The Master was confused enough by Jack's not denying what was being implied to be unable to fend off the arm that snaked around his waist and pulled him close to Jack's side. He wanted to glare, scream, shout and claw at him until he was in itty bitty bloody pieces but that would have to wait until they were in the privacy of what had better be a damned good honeymoon suite.
"But Jackums...you said we could have a room with a view," said the Master, playing into it and twisting at one of the buttons on Jack's coat. For a moment he thought he could've been satisfied with tearing it off for the time being. A small payment for the humiliation he was being forced to endure.
Some time later, the honeymoon suite procured, the Master had hoped to be free of the freak's proximity, only to find himself picked up bodily as if he were a bride. The bride, in point of fact. He resisted every urge to glare and find something to slaughter him with immediately and took to fiddling with his collar.
"I can walk, dearest," the Master attempted to not hiss.
"It's tradition, sweetheart," said Jack, enjoying his small victory far too much. "Wouldn't want to break with that, after all, you did already wear the dress."
The Master seethed silently to himself. How dare he.
The Time Lord leaned deceptively close, as if he were whispering something for only him to hear to onlookers and smiled wickedly. "If there's a rose petal bath, I'm drowning you in it."
prompt: none
words: 518
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Oh, I love you so much right now.
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