trans_9 | Got me trippin' super psycho love

River hadn't been acting quite herself lately. It had started with the spring cleaning business with all the Doctors and steadily snowballed into this. River Song, the illustrious and utterly dangerous weapon forged from the Doctor's own dear companions to kill him before he could interfere with the Silence's plans, was once again back to her old self again. It's not that her memories were erased, she could remember everything quite clearly, it was more like a switch had been hit on her emotions. She knew of her past actions with the Doctor, but didn't understand her behavior. Why should she fight so hard to protect the man she was destined to kill?

The Master was going to help her do it and my, he wasn't too hard on the eyes either. She couldn't rightly understand why she had taken up for the Doctor all of her time on Stacy, when the Master was infinitely more interesting.

So she waited for him in the only place that held the most memories for them. He knew where to find her, of course, and River knew he would come.

Perched in the very chair she'd handcuffed him to, one long leg thrown over the other, she waits.

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And indeed it isn't long before the steady clop, clop of the Master's Italian leather shoes (where does he keep getting them?) can be heard, making their way up the spiral staircase. He breaks into a sly grin as he enters, as watchful and yet entirely in his domain as a cat would be.

"Hello, gorgeous," he drawls, because it amuses him to pretend as if this weren't all carefully calculated and planned. Something spontaneous, like one of the Doctor's infantile (and yet infuriatingly successful) ideas. "So good to see you again."

The Master passes behind the chair, reaching a hand out to run idly along her shoulders and neck. He's not afraid of retaliation, not this time. He's changed the rules.

River seemed to visibly 'perk' when the Master arrived. Fashionably late as usual, but she didn't mind. There was something about him, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Maybe it was because he knew her secrets, maybe it was because for so long she had wanted to just be known. Either way she was no longer afraid of him.

Her body rises from the chair and fits perfectly against his side, giving him those smoldering bed room eyes she normally reserved for the Doctor. Right now it was 'The Doctor who?' as far as she was concerned. She fit against him like she'd done it hundreds of times before. Like she belonged there.

"And you." She murmurs, dancing her finger tips across his shoulders and down his side, "You certainly took your time."

The Master, in turn, grips River even more tightly against him.

"Did I?" he murmurs airily, then shrugs a little.

"You know how it is. Busy schedule. Wheels in motion. Things to do."

And then he leans in close, brushing his lips against her cheek.

"Doctors to destroy."

River's grin is wide enough to mirror his own and perhaps twice as sinister. The Master would tell her what to do. That's what her instincts told her, not that he hadn't suggested it to her earlier. That was the whole point of this meeting, after all. For them to put their heads together - not that either of them had ever had a problem with that.

"Three and counting so far." She says with a roll of her eyes, "Honestly, if he multiples anymore it'll be a genocide."

He favors her with the huff of a laugh. His breath tickles her ear. "You wouldn't have a problem with that, would you?"

He doesn't think she would. Oh, she's so much more fun than Lucy-- at least compared to how Lucy turned out. He's glad he was able to get through to her finally. Unlock her true nature.

River's grin is purely sinister as she leans in to graze her lips over his, short and sweet, yet full of so very many wicked promises, "Not at all. As long as the Doctor is gone for good." He'd really flipped her switch. It was amazing what she'd managed to hide and bury under the intense emotion she felt for the Doctor. Without that, she was free to do as she pleased. Or rather, as he pleased.

"You have a plan in mind, my Master?" There she goes again, letting his name roll off her lips in a sensual purr. Except this time she wasn't planning on handcuffing him naked to a chair....unless he wanted her too.

The Master would be far more likely to do the handcuffing, of course, but he would appreciate the sentiment at least.

"Patience, patience," he murmurs, but he's grinning against her lips. Whisper his name like that and a thrill of pleasure tiptoes up his spine. Every time.

"Of course I do. I have a plan for each and every one on this ship. And you and I? We'll rule this universe from on high. And the Doctor will be nothing more than a memory. Now, how does that sound?"

River pouts when he tells her to have patience. Well, that's not very fun now is it? Having patience is boring. It's for ordinary, boring people, not unique, special almost-Time-Ladies such as herself.

She slings her arm around his side, her eyes flashing with mischief as she drags her lips along his throat, thinking she could urge him to move along with his plans with the right method of persuasion.

"That sounds fantastic." River didn't really care about ruling anything. She'd just as well go off and do her own thing, but if it was what the Master wanted.... "You're so wickedly brilliant. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't see that before..."

Got me trippin' super psycho love

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