Christmas Ficathon: Day 9
Title: Mistletoe, a.k.a. Kiss Me, Kate (yeah yeah...tongue-in-cheek title. I am tired and in a weird mood)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Rani, Ainley!Master
Rating: PG
Word Count: 425
Summary: Never interrupt the Rani's experiments.
For 4you_blue_jway , who requested Rani fic. Here you go, my dear. Have some ass-kicking Rani.
The lab was silent except for the steady bubbling of beakers and the even scratch of pencil against paper. The Rani bent methodically over her work, carefully recording figures. The odds were quite small that she hadn’t detected the presence of the Master, lurking in the doorway and observing her with a passive curiosity he reserved for presumed non-threats. The leather of his gloves creaked in, she suspected, a deliberate attempt to test just how good her hearing was.
“I told you not to disturb my work.” The Master seemed to take this as an invitation to enter, and, folding his hands behind his back, strode in. He watched with a bemused grin as her shoulders tensed. The Rani seemed to possess a curious sixth sense when it came to her experiments; she could always tell when her work was being manhandled.
The Master brushed gloved fingertips across an assortment of plants dangling from the ceiling; he was no botanist, but he had become familiar enough with this particular species to identify it by sight.
“My dear Rani, are you experimenting with mistletoe?”
Her pencil clattered to the desk, the echo carrying her irritation. The Master’s grin widened. His eyes passed over various bundles of the plant, naming them as he strode with ease ever closer.
“Viscum album, Phoradendron serotinum, Phoradendron flavescens - my, my, you have acquired quite the collection. I had no idea you were so sentimental about Earth traditions.”
The Rani strode purposefully towards him, fingers flexing in agitation. “My experiments are none of your concern unless I choose to make them so, Master. Kindly leave my laboratory at once.”
His grin was stretched painfully wide. “If you wanted a kiss, my dear, you simply had to ask.”
Without warning, her fingers closed around his throat, pressing enough to hint at the strength she was capable of.
The Master pressed on, heedless. “We appear to be standing under some. It would be rude not to observe tradition, Ushas.”
The Rani reddened at the use of her childhood name, fingers threatening to close ever tighter around his throat, even as he fought against her strength and pressed his lips against hers. He barely had time to enjoy himself before her knee connected sharply with his groin and all the air was sucked from his lungs. She released his neck slowly, letting him sink to his knees with a smug grin. She stepped carefully over him, making her way towards the door.
“When you have finished, Koschei, kindly close the door on your way out.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Rani, Ainley!Master
Rating: PG
Word Count: 425
Summary: Never interrupt the Rani's experiments.
For 4you_blue_jway , who requested Rani fic. Here you go, my dear. Have some ass-kicking Rani.
The lab was silent except for the steady bubbling of beakers and the even scratch of pencil against paper. The Rani bent methodically over her work, carefully recording figures. The odds were quite small that she hadn’t detected the presence of the Master, lurking in the doorway and observing her with a passive curiosity he reserved for presumed non-threats. The leather of his gloves creaked in, she suspected, a deliberate attempt to test just how good her hearing was.
“I told you not to disturb my work.” The Master seemed to take this as an invitation to enter, and, folding his hands behind his back, strode in. He watched with a bemused grin as her shoulders tensed. The Rani seemed to possess a curious sixth sense when it came to her experiments; she could always tell when her work was being manhandled.
The Master brushed gloved fingertips across an assortment of plants dangling from the ceiling; he was no botanist, but he had become familiar enough with this particular species to identify it by sight.
“My dear Rani, are you experimenting with mistletoe?”
Her pencil clattered to the desk, the echo carrying her irritation. The Master’s grin widened. His eyes passed over various bundles of the plant, naming them as he strode with ease ever closer.
“Viscum album, Phoradendron serotinum, Phoradendron flavescens - my, my, you have acquired quite the collection. I had no idea you were so sentimental about Earth traditions.”
The Rani strode purposefully towards him, fingers flexing in agitation. “My experiments are none of your concern unless I choose to make them so, Master. Kindly leave my laboratory at once.”
His grin was stretched painfully wide. “If you wanted a kiss, my dear, you simply had to ask.”
Without warning, her fingers closed around his throat, pressing enough to hint at the strength she was capable of.
The Master pressed on, heedless. “We appear to be standing under some. It would be rude not to observe tradition, Ushas.”
The Rani reddened at the use of her childhood name, fingers threatening to close ever tighter around his throat, even as he fought against her strength and pressed his lips against hers. He barely had time to enjoy himself before her knee connected sharply with his groin and all the air was sucked from his lungs. She released his neck slowly, letting him sink to his knees with a smug grin. She stepped carefully over him, making her way towards the door.
“When you have finished, Koschei, kindly close the door on your way out.”