Drabble: Bath

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Title: Bath

Pairing: Eleven/Master
Rating: PG
Warning/Spoilers: Only a bit for the 'End of Time', otherwise no.
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine and I doubt anyone would think so.
Author's Note: A short double drabble inspired by a prompt tambores gave me. Hope you enjoy!

 

Bath
 

The Master's body had been restored and so had the TARDIS. But while she had been redecorated and looked as good as new, the Master still smelled horrible in his dirty clothes. The Doctor, a bit wobbly on his new legs, pulled him into the bathroom to get cleaned.

Somehow and not so surprisingly after all, they ended up together in a nice warm bath. It was fairly innocent, as they were both too exhausted by the day's events to do anything but lie there comfortably in each others arms, half falling asleep. Hands brushing gently over new skin, water drops being flicked, the press of lips against a hand.

The Master was light in his embrace, his double heartbeat in synch with his own. They didn't talk and had no need to. They survived. They were together. They could finally start to work through the problems that had kept and driven them apart.

It was too good. 

A knocking against the door woke him from his dream, the dreaded and longed for beat of four, but, as always, the wrong person delivering it. “Are you finished?” Amy's voice rang through the door.

The Doctor was. The water was cold.

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