He is all she can see when she closes her eyes. Specifically, it’s hands, she always remembers his hands. It is the way the Master talks emphatically, his hands flying about as he prattles on, how he brushes his messy hair from his dark eyes with a single delicate finger. It is the memory of his hands around her throat and the way he holds on to his coat lapels. It is even the way, when he'd been masquerading as O, that he touched her hand once when handing her a file.
Words: 1304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who
- Rating: Explicit
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: F/M, Other
- Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), The Master (Doctor Who)
- Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/The Master (Dhawan), Thirteenth Doctor/The Master (Doctor Who), The Doctor/The Master (Dhawan)
- Additional Tags: PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Hands, in which I have a fixation on Sacha Dhawan's hands and so should you, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Love/Hate, Eiffel Tower, yes they bang on the eiffel tower, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, this may become a multichapter thing because I have a budding idea, but for now it's a one-shot smut fic
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