for an_adoring_wife

[pawnofrassilon]

[Continuation from here.]

While Lucy fetches him the food, the Master amuses himself by scoping the vicinity for something to tide him over. She may never come back, after all, and a little snack won't spoil his appetite.

By the time she does come back, if she does, he's already found and caught a smartly dressed, deliciously overweight, banker on his lunch hour. He crouches over the carcass, preoccupied with getting every last bit of meat off the bone.

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[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

She stays where she is, not backing away, but turns her head aside as he comes close, not being able to meet his eye,

"I thought you might want somewhere more comfortable..."

She ignores the vows comment, knowing that whatever she says won't be the right answer anyway.

[syncopath]

Unfortunately for Lucy, she's made the wrong move again.

"Look at me," he hisses, making a rough grab for her chin.

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

She draws in a sharp breath as he grabs her, trying for a split second to pull away, instinctively, but then she does as she's told and looks at him, eyes full of fear.

[syncopath]

He smiles at her when she complies, a twisted smirk. "That's more like it," he murmurs.

"Oh, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy." The Master's lips are nearly close enough to brush against her own, and his breath smells primarily of iron. "Do you really think I can ever be 'comfortable' after what you've done to me?"

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

She swallows, trying to keep some sort of grip on herself, and even manages to look him in the eye.
"... We... we'll fix you.... We'll make you better, I promise..." she murmurs.

[syncopath]

"You promise," the Master scoffs, but he seems satisfied for now and even pats the side of her face.

"Good girl."