Tegan was oblivious to the drama unfolding in front of her. She was sitting in front of the Master, sharing his spot on one of the wide stadium benches and leaning back against his chest. The Doctor and Turlough were spending the day playing cricket, while she spent some time with the Master. She had been watching the game with pleasure, but had little patience for prolonged time-outs and consultations. After the first two minutes, Tegan had turned her attention to the temptation of her lover's throat.
Tegan nibbled and kissed lightly at the underside of the Master's jaw, where it met with his neck, above his jugular. She grabbed a small bit of skin between her teeth and pulled teasingly. The Master seemed to ignore her, other than a slight tightening of his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Tegan smirked, kissing the slight pressure marks from her teeth.
"Tegan," the Master interrupted, his sonorous voice breathier than she would have expected. "You do realize that on Gallifrey this behavior would get you arrested for public indecency?"
Tegan glanced up at him with an expression of mild disbelief, laughing lightly. The Master grinned at her, but his gaze was unwavering.
"You make your fellow Time Lords sound like an awfully stuffy lot," Tegan reflected, amused.
"They certainly are," the Master agreed. "However, in this case, it's more a matter of differences in biology."
"Biology?" Tegan asked, puzzled.
"Mm. Humans are mildly sensitive in the neck and shoulders," the Master explained, reaching a hand up to brush lightly against the nape of her neck, making Tegan shiver. "Time Lords are far more so. It's one of our major erogenous zones, in fact."
Tegan leaned the back of her head against his shoulder, smirking.
"So, how erogenous are we talking about here?" she asked innocently, prompting a burst of laughter from the Master.
"For humans that sort of play is about half a step above kissing. For a Time Lord," he continued, his voice going lower, until he was almost whispering, placing his lips close to her ear, "its more like running your hands over the inner thighs or cupping a breast."
Tegan couldn't help giggling, though a blush spread across her cheeks. She wasn't helped by feeling a rumble of laughter from the Master, where her back was pressed against his chest.
"Aw and here I was just being friendly, while we wait for the game to pick up," Tegan teased.
"Yes, in fact, you were being a bit friendlier than you intended," the Master observed dryly.
"I guess that explains the high collar that Flavia was wearing, then?" Tegan asked, unrepentantly.
"As you observed, my dear, Time Lords tend to be a "stuffy lot," the Master confirmed.
"Oh, all right, I suppose I better behave then," Tegan conceded with a put-upon sigh.
"I'm not sure that's a tragedy I want to be responsible for," the Master retorted. "Although, it will definitely be an intriguing effort to observe."
"Oh, really? Which is the tragic part, then, my behaving or my not being good at it?" Tegan asked archly.
"Oh, your succeeding would be the tragedy, of course," the Master replied serenely. "Your attempt at good behavior would merely be inconvenient."
Tegan gave a gasp of mock outrage, turning and sinking her teeth hard into the base of the Master's neck and staying that way, while waiting for his reaction. The Master gave a small grunt that seemed to express both pain and amusement.
"Your attempt to behave was rather short-lived," he informed her, chuckling.
"I only have motivation in the other direction," Tegan admitted, shrugging.
"Do I taste that good?" the Master asked, skeptically.
"Actually, yes, you do!" Tegan responded, laughing again.
"Hmm, well, you might want to put your taste for flesh on hold, my dear. I believe the game is continuing," the Master reflected, pointing to the moving players on the field.
"Oh, look, they've stopped chattering," Tegan mocked, sounding delighted.
"Impatient," the Master scolded mildly, smirking.
"Yes, rather," Tegan acknowledged, settling back against him again.
The Master chuckled and placed a retaliatory kiss on side of her neck, smirking when she squirmed slightly. It wasn't, he reflected with satisfaction, as if she had any reason to expect him to behave!