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Chapter 13-The Video

The Master stalked down the corridor searching for the one person in the whole universe who could make him happy...Rose Saxon.

As he stepped past a closed doorway his ears picked up the faint sound of voices and laughter, drawing to a dead halt, he pushed open the door softly and hovered in the darkened portal, observing the room with interest.

He was surprised to find a large room, empty save for a number of big, comfortable chairs and a large screen that covered a whole wall; the lights were switched off so that the room was shadowy and black, the only light coming from the shaky home-movie playing upon the wall. With sudden realisation he remembered what the room was, the 'briefing room', basically a private cinema.

A head topped with wavy, blonde hair turned towards him, he should have guessed. As he leaned back against the doorframe an infatuated smile set on his lips, his eyes flicked between her face and the film being played which he had recognised as soon as he'd seen it, still he asked,
"What are you doing?"
Rose gave a cheeky grin, focusing back on the video with a joyous look,
"What does it look like?" She asked mischievously as he paced slowly towards her, kicking of his glossy, black shoes and sitting close beside her on the long, black, leather sofa, he peered at the screen with fondness in his eyes,
"Our wedding video," he stated simply. He observed the shaking, fuzzy picture; it was enough to give you motion sickness.

Rose's figure appeared on the screen, dressed in only a thin, pink robe, her hair styled but otherwise completely unprepared for the ceremony, she smiled broadly and laughed freely as she ordered the camera-man to leave, her hand trying to cover the ever-moving lens as she shoved the filmer carefully from the room, slamming the door in their face, the camera zooming in for a second on the scrap of golden paper on which the word BRIDE was written in swirling script.

The screen then flashed black for a second before another familiar scene unfolded before their eyes.

This time Jackie was walking purposefully away, dressed in a pink dress and jacket and a large, flowery hat which did not suit her at all. The Master was stood watching her, his hand clasped tightly to his cheek and a shocked look upon his face, he was wearing his shirt, and trousers, and shoes but his waistcoat and tails were missing. The camera-man approached him slowly, saying something that was too crackly to really understand.

"Mickey was not a dab hand with the video camera. He kinda sucked." The Master muttered truthfully, his arm snaking about his wife's body and tugging her nearer to his body. Rose chuckled sweetly,
"He was bein' sweet," she whispered as softly as a mouse as the Master wrapped a strand of her golden locks around his finger lovingly. Rose tried to wriggle closer, so he crossed his legs and pulled her onto his lap from where she melted back into his chest, resting her head against his shoulder like it was a pillow while he pushed a kiss down onto the pressure point just behind her ear.

The two watched the video fondly, remembering every detail as if the event only occurred yesterday. As Jackie's face returned into view Rose could feel her lover's body tense beneath her, she bit back her laughter; here was a man who had battled terrible monsters, he had tricked the Doctor, he was in charge of the whole Earth and before long the entire Universe, but one human female, one Jacqueline Andrea Suzette Tyler could scare the life out of him.
"You mum was a nightmare," he said, knowing exactly what his partner was thinking, "All that tradition and slapping. BAH!" He shivered exaggeratedly and wrapped his arms about her possessively, "It was worth it though." With those words the pair leaned closer into each other,
"You're just a big softy really," Rose murmured matter-of-factly. The Master scowled, he didn't mind such words being spoken by his wife, but after all he did still have a reputation to keep in check, and being the Master of the World his reputation was a very important thing. Winking at her, he replied with a crooked smile upon his face,
"Within the big, bad, insane Time Lord shell is an ickle, fluffy bunny. I think President Winters might disagree and that Rook woman," pulling an exaggerated face to show he was thinking hard the Master sat pondering for a few seconds, "In fact I can think of a whole TARDIS full of objectors," he kissed her collar bone sensually, his lips playing teasingly on her soft skin as she sighed loudly,
"Not me." Tracing his ring finger down the line of her shoulder and swirling it about on her upper forearm, his eyes never left the pale expanse of flesh,
"I only let out little fluff-ball for you," he said with mock sincerity, not really concentrating on what he was saying due to his growing enchantment with his spouse. Laughing sweetly and freely, Rose watched the events playing out on the screen, savouring the feel of him against her as if it was the last night they would spend together,
"Fluff-bull," she giggled beautifully, the sound was like music in the Master's ears, "I'll have to remember that, you'll regret ever mentionin' that!" She threatened light-heartedly, slowly she turned in his lap and wrapped her legs about his waist, their bodies were pressed hard together, and breathing stumbled adorably, even after years spent together. Reaching out she tickled his cheek and chin playfully, as if he was a little puppy, he simply leaned deeper into his caress, oh he couldn't get he enough of this small, human but amazing female.
He spoke with false aggression, his face looming closer to hers, but not threateningly,
"You dare!"
"Wouldn't dream of it." He kissed her then, again and again, lips never truly breaking contact, content in the familiar feel and taste of the other as the world around them melted away and nothing was left but them and the darkness. They lay in their clothes with their limbs entwined as if they were one body, not two, because in reality it was the truth.

White noise filled the room, humming and fuzzing, as the white and black scratchy light lit the room with ever-moving shadows. Rose and the Master lay asleep on the enormous sofa facing each other. Her head was tucked comfortably beneath his chin, with one leg splayed over his and a hand pressed in the centre of his chest. The Master's left hand was laid lightly upon her hip; a thin strand of yellow hair was twisted around one of his fingers.

That was how Tish Jones found them, as she entered the room silently to clean. Tish stared at the vulnerable couple lying there unprotected and open to any sort of attack. Stupid idiots, she thought to herself, as she crept forward. She was ready to take advantage of the situation if no one else was. Dark eyes burned with determination, her steps were small and calculated and absolutely quiet. Although she really had no idea what she was going to do, she knew she would think of something.

Merely three paces from the rulers of the world Tish Jones found herself frozen to the spot as the Master flicked open one eye, an amused smirk lit his face while he glared at her coldly.
"Oh no you don't, Miss Jones" he murmured quietly so as not to wake his beloved, but with enough cruelness as to make Tish quiver. He lifted his hand gently from Rose's body and waved it limply at the pretty, young woman, motioning at the slightly ajar door, "Scoot," he finished sharply, with an added, "Quietly," just to be on the safe side, Rose was never very happy when she had just woken up, especially if she been waken. Tish vanished at the speed of light. She was clever that one. As soon as the door was closed softly the Master replaced his hand onto the familiar curves of his lover's body, rested his head back protectively next to hers and swiftly fell back into the safe and warm embrace of sleep, comforted as always by the loving presence of her beside him.

So I hope you liked. I'm thrilled so many of you guys and galls are liking this fic, because it's not exactly the most popular ship or whatever. But YAY!

Big, fat thanks to all those who have reviewed, you can go and buy a HUGE cake on me now! Though please come back and read the remaining chapters. I LOVE you all to bits!

And for those who are really liking this, I am planning on doing a prequel following how Master and Rose met and how he got to be Prime Minister, which is gonna be great! SO DOUBLE YAY!

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