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Jenny
bitunlikely
24 September 2008 @ 07:51 pm
Lessons learned; for [livejournal.com profile] laser_not_sonic  
She had slept better than she ever had that night, feeling almost safe and content in the room that the TARDIS had picked out for her.

It was a lovely room, the sort that inspired a smile the moment she walked inside it. Carpeted in deep red from wall to wall, the fabric felt soft on her feet. There was a lovely large bed all to herself and a wardrobe filled with clothing of varying colours and material that she had never even seen before. It was so much better than that daft shuttle of hers, better than anything she had ever possessed. And that shower. Oh that shower.

Not only had she slept better than she had ever before that night, Jenny had also fallen asleep the instant her head touched a pillow.

The next day seemed to come quicker than she had ever expect it. As an artificial light filtered the room, excitement filtered her heart. They were going on a trip today, weren't they? Her first trip through time and space! Jenny giggled, jumping out of the bed

Normally, it would have been easy enough for her to ready herself for the day. Hair pulled back in a tail, simple choice of clothing. But today? Right now? Oh, there were so many choices. How could she ever chose what would please him the most?

Another laugh escaped Jenny at the thought. Was she really dressing to impress him?

Yeah, it turned out as she began to rifle through her options. Yeah, she was.
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[identity profile] bitunlikely.livejournal.com on October 7th, 2008 05:56 pm (UTC)
Jenny watched him closely as his pleasure built, a small smile on her face when he answered her question. It was rather fun to watch him come like this, without the distraction of her own orgasm. She laughed brightly when he orgasmed and felt quite please with herself.

She tilted her head slightly and lifted up one hand. Her tongue darted out to lick at the juices covering her hand. One lick and then another and she sighed.

It really didn't taste that bad.

"I think I like it" Jenny stated, falling down on the bed beside him. She propped herself up on an elbow too, not caring if his seed soiled her hair. She'd take a shower shortly. "Being your protégé, that is. You understand me. I've never met anyone who understands me so well before."
[identity profile] laser-not-sonic.livejournal.com on October 7th, 2008 06:34 pm (UTC)
His lips twitched faintly when Jenny settled herself onto the mattress beside him; this was perilously close to cuddling, and the Master, frankly, didn't do post-coital cuddling. He could put up with it for now, though, as long as she didn't try to drape herself all over him.

Whatever her actions, though, her words pleased him immensely. Not that they were unexpected, but still, it was always nice to know one's plans were going well, and much more quickly than he'd ever dared to hope, at that. The smile he gave Jenny, despite the fact that she was lying naked next to him, spattered with his come, was warm and paternal.

'We come from the same place,' he said simply. 'Same genetic makeup, same biology, the Rassilon Imprimatur in our genes. Even besides that,' he added after a moment, giving Jenny a twisted little smile, 'you're a lot like I was when I was young.'

In some respects that is true, actually, as much as the Master likes to think of himself as above and apart from everybody. He was nothing near as bouncy as Jenny was when he was a child, of course, but certain aspects of her do remind him of himself; that greed she had, the hunger to know everything, and to know it now, the way she would occasionally demand things, forgetting her soldier's inheritance or her subordination to him. Yes, all that was very him.
[identity profile] bitunlikely.livejournal.com on October 7th, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC)
He had nothing to fear. As touchy-feely as Jenny was, she was rather content right now in simply lying on the bed across from him. It was easier to watch him that way, to look into his eyes as he spoke. And to see that warm grin on his face that told her, without a doubt, that she had done well.

"I am?" Jenny asked, blinking in surprise. A small and pleased smile curved her lips. "Really?"

Based on her father's rejections of her, she had figured there was something wrong with her personality. That the machine had made her too human for him to stand. That... that she was flawed. Even after Dad had started warming up to her, it had still been difficult.

But if she was like her Master, like a younger version of the man she now worshiped in place of her biological father, there couldn't be anything wrong with her.
[identity profile] laser-not-sonic.livejournal.com on October 7th, 2008 07:13 pm (UTC)
'In some ways, yes,' he answered.

He didn't particularly feel the need to elaborate. After all, she was only like him in a very few ways, though hopefully those ways would increase the more time passed. Let her think herself a mirror image of him, for all he cared; it might make her even more eager to remake herself in his image.

There were other ways in which she was maddeningly like the young Theta, all that bouncing energy, blonde hair and blue eyes, but the Master would frankly rather not think about that particular comparison any more than he had to.
[identity profile] bitunlikely.livejournal.com on October 7th, 2008 07:36 pm (UTC)
"Brilliant," she murmured happily, her smile as bright and manic as any her father had ever given. "Absolutely brilliant."

Jenny giggled as she rolled over on to her back and ran her fingers down her abdomen, trailing what was left of his come on naked skin. They stopped on top of the pile of wax and she wrinkled her nose.

"Is this going to be hard to get off?"
[identity profile] laser-not-sonic.livejournal.com on October 8th, 2008 01:14 am (UTC)
The Master wrinkled his nose a touch fastidiously as she smeared his come down her belly. Honestly; he'd never understood the compulsion to dirty yourself with bodily fluids after sex. During sex was one thing entirely, but afterwards... Well, if it pleased her, let her go ahead.

When Jenny's fingers reached the broad puddle of hardened wax on her belly, uneven and dripping over her sides in places, he smirked, getting himself into a sitting position.

'Not at all.'

He took a moment to tuck himself back into his boxers and trousers and zip himself up. Save for the slight flush of his cheeks, one might never have guessed what he'd been doing up until a moment ago. Reaching over, he pried the hardened plate of wax from her stomach, careful to keep the whole thing in one piece. It might have stung slightly on her sensitive flesh, but he didn't particularly care. Holding the wax up, he wiggled it in the air, giving her a grin.

'Easy, as the humans say, as pie. Though I've never really understood that expression.'
[identity profile] bitunlikely.livejournal.com on October 8th, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
She hissed when he pulled off the wax, biting her lip to keep from shouting any sort of protest. While the action hadn't hurt as much as the hot wax had, Jenny had been caught off guard with the fact that it hurt at all.

Seconds after, she giggled and sat up. "You could've warned me!"

But the reprimand was light and teasing. She doubted that she'd ever find any reason to complain about something the Master did to her. Her allegiance had been won over too easily.

After a quick glance down at her chest, specifically at the wax covering her nipples, Jenny frowned. Maybe it would be easier to come off in water. She ought to shower, anyway.

"Would you mind?" she asked a second later. "If I left for a shower?"
[identity profile] laser-not-sonic.livejournal.com on October 8th, 2008 01:37 am (UTC)
Jenny's reprimand prompted an eyebrow raise from the Master, but as with her tone, it was nothing more than teasing.

'Please do,' he said in answer to her query, waving a lazy hand in the general direction of one of the doors out of the room. Thank Rassilon she at least understood the concept of cleanliness, he supposed.

After she left, he might take a shower of his own, and then for a bit more planning. He had ideas of where he wanted to take her next, what her next... 'lesson,' so to speak, would be, but he needed to solidify them. Today's exercise had gone almost better than he could have hoped; but what he had planned next should, in comparison, be a cinch.