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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[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?"

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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."