Cookie Fluff

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Untitled Cookie Fluff for x_los
rating: Pg-13
author: infraredphaeton
summary: The Master bakes. The Doctor attempts to steal.Cookies, wooden spoons and smoke bombs abound.
pairing: Sort of a Pick-your-Doctor/Pick-your-Master.
I was imagining Ainley/Ten
Because I like it.
DAMN YOU, X_LOS! DAMNNN YOUUUU!
reposted by request.


"Are you-"
"Yes," The Master answered, and the Doctor blinked.
"But, really?"
"No." He stared at the Doctor through slitted eyes, picking up a bag, "I'm making a time delayed smoke bomb."
"With chocolate chips?" The Doctor questioned, reaching into the bowl as quickly as he could. The Master was faster with his wooden spoon.
"Hey! Ow!" He nursed his sore hand, and the Master shrugged apathetically.
"They aren't done yet. And the chocolate chips are integral to the recipe. No wonder your smoke bombs are always so half hearted."
The Doctor shook out his smacked hand, "Ow! Ow ow ow! And, hey! My smoke bombs are not half hearted!"
He snorted, loading cookie dough onto a baking tray, "Stop being such a baby, Doctor. I barely hit you."
"Still hurt!"
The Master raised an eyebrow, opening the oven door and sliding in the tray, "You get hurt more badly than that when you roll over in your sleep."
"And who's fault is that?" The Doctor accused, watching the Master begin clean up.
"You shouldn't roll around so much. If you weren't fidgety, I wouldn't need to poke you so you stay on your side of the bed.."
The Doctor glared half heartedly, and the Master dumped his sponge in the sink and began to wipe up the dishes.
"Doctor..."
"Yes, Master?" The Doctor tilted his head slightly, still fiddling his ever so slightly reddened hand.
"Shut up."
"What'll you give me if I do?" The Doctor asked, eyes dark with intent.
"A cookie. In about half an hour. When they're finished," The Master dropped his tea towel and breezed out of the kitchen, "and don't even think about stealing one. I've counted them."


/saccharine fluff.