Trace/trail.
Rating:PG
Disclaimer:not mine
A/N: written for the best_enemies drabble challenge lust and/or chastity.
It still amazes him after all this time, all the death and the ruin, after all the burnt out, wasted up bodies-like this one is burning now-he still smells the same way as on that first pivotal day when they met and their fates were written.
The Doctor scents the air, breathing deeply and revelling in the smell of a fresh icy breeze on a frosty spring morning. Refreshing, beautiful but waiting to chill you to the bone and rip you to shreds.
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It still amazes him after all this time, after all the pain and suffering, all the pollution by lesser creatures, he still smells that same way as when his golden hair caught the light as he smiled sheepishly and offered a hand-the human tradition-in greeting.
The Master inhales, filtering his scent from that of the ruin of a universe around him, still the same odour of air after a thunderstorm. Calm, tranquil but always crackling with ill-hidden power.
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They chase each other briefly-but really forever. Scents combining, twining together, wrapping around each other, penetrating, withdrawing, pushing and pulling, tugging and grappling, piercing each in turn. An intricate dance that they don't trust to their bodies. A touch they can't bear to feel.
When their minds finally met, it's with the gentleness of a chaste kiss.