Burning part 2
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scripsiTitle: Burning, part 2 of 3.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama? It has some plot, so it’s more than a PWP anyway.
Word Count: 1769
Characters/Pairings: The Master(Ainley)/Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: Sex. BDSM, but rather light- mostly power play. Consensual, but rather dysfunctional relationship, but then, can any relationship the Master has be anything else?
Summary: Sarah Jane finds life on Earth very boring after the Doctor. Then she meets a stranger who is anything but.
Chapter 1
Sarah Jane’s heart beat faster as adrenaline shot through her body. The faint feeling of not quite right was in an instant transformed into a roaring very wrong. He was not a human, after all her travels she ought to have spotted that at once. She would have if she had still been with the Doctor, Sarah Jane was sure, but in her normal life, well, she hadn’t expected it. But some part of her brain had realised it and had tried to warn her from the start, but she hadn’t listened.
There was a metal nail file in her travelling case, the only thing in the bathroom that resembled a weapon. She fetched it and then thought over her options again. They were depressingly few, just the same as before. There were no windows to call for help from and the safest thing to do was to stay put until the next day, assuming the man on the other side wasn’t planning to kill off half the hotel. Sarah Jane hoped he wasn’t, she had to allow that she had met more than a few aliens who wouldn’t hesitate at the prospect of mass murder.
He pushed down the door handle again and then it was slowly pushed even further down. The door creaked and the handle twisted, and to Sarah Jane’s horror it broke away and the door swung open. Definitely not human, much too strong for that, she thought as she backed up against the wall.
“What are you?” Sarah Jane demanded when he entered the bathroom. To her relief he had at least put on his trousers, though she fervently wished that she was wearing more than just a bath towel.
“Who I am is probably a better question to ask. The Doctor used to be such a terrible gossip, I wonder if you can guess?”
He moved faster than she expected and grabbed her wrists and wrenched the nail file out of her hand even before she had a chance to try to use it. Then he pressed her palms against his bare chest. Sara Jane struggled against it to no avail. When she calmed down he continued to hold her hands, a peculiar smile on his lips. She stared up at him, she knew that she had never seen him before this day, but then she noticed the double heart beats.
“Time Lord,” she breathed and his smile broadened. And from what the Doctor had told her, it was really just one Time Lord he could be. “You are the Master.”
“Good girl, I knew you would figure it out. You are obviously one of his brighter pets.”
“What do you want with me?”
“I thought that was rather obvious.”
Fear made her sarcastic. “Of course, the only reason you would go looking for someone who know the Doctor; to seduce her. Yeah, that sounds very likely.”
He seemed unruffled by her outburst. “That wasn’t my first plan, I assure you. I had planned to kill you. He let me burn, you see. He stood there and listened to my pleas and didn’t move a muscle. So I thought I would go and look for one of his little friends, one of the most special ones, and let her burn in return.”
The Master smiled down at her, shifting his grip to gather her wrists in just one hand. He stroke away a stray lock of her hair, then he let his finger run along her throat and she shivered. “And I have made you burn, haven’t I, Sarah Jane?”
She really didn’t care to answer that even if her treacherous body responded to his touch with a new spark of lust. “Well then, you have had your fun and now you are going to kill me. I feel so flattered.”
“As a matter of fact; no. I rather think it will be more fun to let you live.”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“Perhaps not. I did kill your Doctor after all. Don’t look so stricken, he regenerated, of course. You wouldn’t recognise him anymore, he made himself young and pretty this time. But he is just as ruthless as he ever was, he is still the Doctor. So it will be very amusing to imagine what you will say to him if he ever turns up again. Or not say, for that matter. Will you tell him about this night and see how much it will hurt him? And how angry at himself he will be because he will know that he is partly to blame. Or you will not tell him and he will strain his ears to listen to echoes of untold thoughts because he can’t fail to notice that something missing. What a delightful little torture for my dear Doctor, and I just have to leave you breathing to make it happen. That is a small price, I think.”
“That’s not fair,” Sarah Jane protested.
He snorted. “Not fair? After what he did to me? And, my dear, after what he did to you.”
“The Doctor never did anything to me.”
“Didn’t he? I beg to differ. Poor little Sarah Jane, does it make you feel better to delude yourself that he didn’t hurt you? Sweeping you away to galactic adventures, getting you addicted to the danger and the adrenaline kicks, and then he just dumps you back on boring old Earth. No wonder you feel frustrated, it radiates from you like heat.”
Sarah Jane twisted in his grip, trying to push him away. “Stop it. I don’t want to hear.”
But the Master continued relentlessly.
“I know you felt afraid of me, almost from the start, and it felt so good, didn’t it? Exciting. You have missed the feeling of danger so much that you went to bed with a stranger that scared you, just for the rush. That’s what he did to you. And he, he is running around the universe as if nothing has happened with another little pretty brunette who never stops talking. And she is not even the first one since he abandoned you. While you waited for him to come back, day after day. Worrying that something had happened to him, but you really didn’t believe that, he is like a cat, always end up on his feet. How long did it take for you to realise that he could have come back for you just a few minutes after he left if he had wanted to? He has a time machine after all.”
He was searching her face intently with cold blue eyes, watching her distress with obvious satisfaction. “Still, you must have meant something; at least he abandoned you back home. You do know that not everyone who travels with him is that lucky?”
Sarah Jane felt like screaming. The Master’s words struck with precision at just those places it hurt the most. How angry she had been when the Doctor never came back and how painful it had been. And even if she was loathe admitting it, how she had missed the exhilaration danger made her feel. He couldn’t have known all that from just a few hours of acquaintance. She eyed the Master with suspicion.
“How long have you been observing me?”
“Oh, for some time, on and off. I know you quite well by now. I still don’t understand how the Doctor can stand to have humans around all the time, but as a passing diversion you do well.”
He leaned in on her, much too close and Sarah Jane thought he was about to kiss her again. She turned her head abruptly away, and he chuckled.
“You in particular do exceptionally well, Sarah Jane.”
She knew she ought to be more scared than angry, but for a moment anger ruled and she struggled against him again. “Let go of me!”
To her surprise he did. It didn’t matter; he was still looming over her, effectively blocking her only escape route. She rubbed her wrists and glared at him.
“So you have spied on me, how charming. And you have had your chance to gloat too now, so if you don’t plan to kill me, why don’t you leave now?”
“Oh no. I told you, I’m not done with you yet.”
“But I’m most definitely through with you.”
Despite it all she tried to dart past him, hoping to startle him enough to let her slip away. It didn’t succeed; he reached out a long arm without apparent haste and swung her back against the wall. Sarah Jane tried to kick him and he took hold of her arms, lifting her so she stood on an uncomfortable tiptoe and somehow ripping away the towel in the process.
“Now, now, behave yourself.”
“Or you do what? Hit me? Rape me?”
“Not at all. I just propose that we go back to bed now.” He looked down on her naked body and his smile glinted white. “I promise I will only hurt you as much as you like me to. And tomorrow we part and go our separate ways.”
“Danger, danger,” Sarah Jane’s blood sang with every heartbeat. The Master was already hurting her, her arms ached from his bracing hold. She looked up at him, knowing he was far more ruthless than she and stronger and a liar. Whatever he had said, she might not survive this night. And despite it all she wanted him so badly right now that it ached. Or perhaps, she had to acknowledge; just because he was who he was and because of the very real peril she was in. He knew it as well, she could see it in the malicious mockery in his eye, but the only thing he did was to let go of her. Instead he placed his hands on each side of her, still trapping her but allowing her to sink back on her feet. All with the air of a man who was waiting and willing to wait for a very long time if need be. Waiting for her to decide, she thought and wondered if they would stand like that for the whole night if she didn’t move.
“If I survive this, I will regret it,” Sarah Jane thought and took a step forward, dragging down his head so she could kiss him, as she raked her sharp nails hard down his back, drawing blood. He snapped his head back and for brief moment she could see she had surprised him. The Master grinned and before she had time to react he picked her up in his arms and carried her back into the room.
END
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama? It has some plot, so it’s more than a PWP anyway.
Word Count: 1769
Characters/Pairings: The Master(Ainley)/Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: Sex. BDSM, but rather light- mostly power play. Consensual, but rather dysfunctional relationship, but then, can any relationship the Master has be anything else?
Summary: Sarah Jane finds life on Earth very boring after the Doctor. Then she meets a stranger who is anything but.
Chapter 1
Sarah Jane’s heart beat faster as adrenaline shot through her body. The faint feeling of not quite right was in an instant transformed into a roaring very wrong. He was not a human, after all her travels she ought to have spotted that at once. She would have if she had still been with the Doctor, Sarah Jane was sure, but in her normal life, well, she hadn’t expected it. But some part of her brain had realised it and had tried to warn her from the start, but she hadn’t listened.
There was a metal nail file in her travelling case, the only thing in the bathroom that resembled a weapon. She fetched it and then thought over her options again. They were depressingly few, just the same as before. There were no windows to call for help from and the safest thing to do was to stay put until the next day, assuming the man on the other side wasn’t planning to kill off half the hotel. Sarah Jane hoped he wasn’t, she had to allow that she had met more than a few aliens who wouldn’t hesitate at the prospect of mass murder.
He pushed down the door handle again and then it was slowly pushed even further down. The door creaked and the handle twisted, and to Sarah Jane’s horror it broke away and the door swung open. Definitely not human, much too strong for that, she thought as she backed up against the wall.
“What are you?” Sarah Jane demanded when he entered the bathroom. To her relief he had at least put on his trousers, though she fervently wished that she was wearing more than just a bath towel.
“Who I am is probably a better question to ask. The Doctor used to be such a terrible gossip, I wonder if you can guess?”
He moved faster than she expected and grabbed her wrists and wrenched the nail file out of her hand even before she had a chance to try to use it. Then he pressed her palms against his bare chest. Sara Jane struggled against it to no avail. When she calmed down he continued to hold her hands, a peculiar smile on his lips. She stared up at him, she knew that she had never seen him before this day, but then she noticed the double heart beats.
“Time Lord,” she breathed and his smile broadened. And from what the Doctor had told her, it was really just one Time Lord he could be. “You are the Master.”
“Good girl, I knew you would figure it out. You are obviously one of his brighter pets.”
“What do you want with me?”
“I thought that was rather obvious.”
Fear made her sarcastic. “Of course, the only reason you would go looking for someone who know the Doctor; to seduce her. Yeah, that sounds very likely.”
He seemed unruffled by her outburst. “That wasn’t my first plan, I assure you. I had planned to kill you. He let me burn, you see. He stood there and listened to my pleas and didn’t move a muscle. So I thought I would go and look for one of his little friends, one of the most special ones, and let her burn in return.”
The Master smiled down at her, shifting his grip to gather her wrists in just one hand. He stroke away a stray lock of her hair, then he let his finger run along her throat and she shivered. “And I have made you burn, haven’t I, Sarah Jane?”
She really didn’t care to answer that even if her treacherous body responded to his touch with a new spark of lust. “Well then, you have had your fun and now you are going to kill me. I feel so flattered.”
“As a matter of fact; no. I rather think it will be more fun to let you live.”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“Perhaps not. I did kill your Doctor after all. Don’t look so stricken, he regenerated, of course. You wouldn’t recognise him anymore, he made himself young and pretty this time. But he is just as ruthless as he ever was, he is still the Doctor. So it will be very amusing to imagine what you will say to him if he ever turns up again. Or not say, for that matter. Will you tell him about this night and see how much it will hurt him? And how angry at himself he will be because he will know that he is partly to blame. Or you will not tell him and he will strain his ears to listen to echoes of untold thoughts because he can’t fail to notice that something missing. What a delightful little torture for my dear Doctor, and I just have to leave you breathing to make it happen. That is a small price, I think.”
“That’s not fair,” Sarah Jane protested.
He snorted. “Not fair? After what he did to me? And, my dear, after what he did to you.”
“The Doctor never did anything to me.”
“Didn’t he? I beg to differ. Poor little Sarah Jane, does it make you feel better to delude yourself that he didn’t hurt you? Sweeping you away to galactic adventures, getting you addicted to the danger and the adrenaline kicks, and then he just dumps you back on boring old Earth. No wonder you feel frustrated, it radiates from you like heat.”
Sarah Jane twisted in his grip, trying to push him away. “Stop it. I don’t want to hear.”
But the Master continued relentlessly.
“I know you felt afraid of me, almost from the start, and it felt so good, didn’t it? Exciting. You have missed the feeling of danger so much that you went to bed with a stranger that scared you, just for the rush. That’s what he did to you. And he, he is running around the universe as if nothing has happened with another little pretty brunette who never stops talking. And she is not even the first one since he abandoned you. While you waited for him to come back, day after day. Worrying that something had happened to him, but you really didn’t believe that, he is like a cat, always end up on his feet. How long did it take for you to realise that he could have come back for you just a few minutes after he left if he had wanted to? He has a time machine after all.”
He was searching her face intently with cold blue eyes, watching her distress with obvious satisfaction. “Still, you must have meant something; at least he abandoned you back home. You do know that not everyone who travels with him is that lucky?”
Sarah Jane felt like screaming. The Master’s words struck with precision at just those places it hurt the most. How angry she had been when the Doctor never came back and how painful it had been. And even if she was loathe admitting it, how she had missed the exhilaration danger made her feel. He couldn’t have known all that from just a few hours of acquaintance. She eyed the Master with suspicion.
“How long have you been observing me?”
“Oh, for some time, on and off. I know you quite well by now. I still don’t understand how the Doctor can stand to have humans around all the time, but as a passing diversion you do well.”
He leaned in on her, much too close and Sarah Jane thought he was about to kiss her again. She turned her head abruptly away, and he chuckled.
“You in particular do exceptionally well, Sarah Jane.”
She knew she ought to be more scared than angry, but for a moment anger ruled and she struggled against him again. “Let go of me!”
To her surprise he did. It didn’t matter; he was still looming over her, effectively blocking her only escape route. She rubbed her wrists and glared at him.
“So you have spied on me, how charming. And you have had your chance to gloat too now, so if you don’t plan to kill me, why don’t you leave now?”
“Oh no. I told you, I’m not done with you yet.”
“But I’m most definitely through with you.”
Despite it all she tried to dart past him, hoping to startle him enough to let her slip away. It didn’t succeed; he reached out a long arm without apparent haste and swung her back against the wall. Sarah Jane tried to kick him and he took hold of her arms, lifting her so she stood on an uncomfortable tiptoe and somehow ripping away the towel in the process.
“Now, now, behave yourself.”
“Or you do what? Hit me? Rape me?”
“Not at all. I just propose that we go back to bed now.” He looked down on her naked body and his smile glinted white. “I promise I will only hurt you as much as you like me to. And tomorrow we part and go our separate ways.”
“Danger, danger,” Sarah Jane’s blood sang with every heartbeat. The Master was already hurting her, her arms ached from his bracing hold. She looked up at him, knowing he was far more ruthless than she and stronger and a liar. Whatever he had said, she might not survive this night. And despite it all she wanted him so badly right now that it ached. Or perhaps, she had to acknowledge; just because he was who he was and because of the very real peril she was in. He knew it as well, she could see it in the malicious mockery in his eye, but the only thing he did was to let go of her. Instead he placed his hands on each side of her, still trapping her but allowing her to sink back on her feet. All with the air of a man who was waiting and willing to wait for a very long time if need be. Waiting for her to decide, she thought and wondered if they would stand like that for the whole night if she didn’t move.
“If I survive this, I will regret it,” Sarah Jane thought and took a step forward, dragging down his head so she could kiss him, as she raked her sharp nails hard down his back, drawing blood. He snapped his head back and for brief moment she could see she had surprised him. The Master grinned and before she had time to react he picked her up in his arms and carried her back into the room.
END
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Date: 2015-04-20 06:32 pm (UTC)Just two details:
"hoping to startle him enough to let her slid away.": slide?
"Instead he placed his hands on each side of her instead"
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Date: 2015-04-21 09:26 am (UTC)And thank you!
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