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[kissunderme]

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[aintbothered]

...Might as well.

[aintbothered]

*leans into it, smiling against his lips as she returns the favor*

[quitehomoerotic]

[Pulls back and smiles.]

Merry Christmas, Donna Noble.

[aintbothered]

Happy Christmas to you too. *gives him a grin*

[laser_not_sonic]

Miss Noble. [The Master leers, as only he can, and that is a positively head-spinning kiss you'll be getting here, Donna]

!!!!!

[aintbothered]

Ha-- *head-spinning is an understatement*

[laser_not_sonic]

[Mmm, isn't it just? And he draaaaws it out luxuriously, until he decides he's good and finished, sucking on her lower lip as he breaks away. He grins, wide and manic.]

Hello, Donna. Long time, no see.

[And he actually goes so far as to wiggle his fingers at her.]

[aintbothered]

*blushes furiously, scowling at him*

Harold.

[laser_not_sonic]

[Eyebrow]

Harold?

[He's acquainted with a few Donnas- not sure which one this is, but none of them have ever called him Harold. Makes her sound like Lucy's mother.]

[aintbothered]

Least you coulda done was give me teensy bit of a warnin' with that. *clears her throat, trying to compose herself - totally wasn't prepared for a snog of that caliber*

[laser_not_sonic]

[He eyes the mistletoe above her, like it ought to have been obvious to a cretin that she was asking to be kissed, standing there, and then persists with his previous train of thought, pulling a little face.]

And since when do you call me Harold?

[aintbothered]

...Since... everyone else does? That is your name, yeah?

[laser_not_sonic]

Ahhh, must not have met you yet, then. Whoops!

[Or possibly the Doctor's just been making another foray into mindraping. Could be either. Who knows?]

[aintbothered]

No. Well - you just did. An' you knew my name.

[He probably mindrapes her in her sleep. Wouldn't put it past him....]