Fic: The Perfect Wife (Who's Right? #1)
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Series (Story number): Who's Right? (1)
Summary: The Doctor is probably whipped. 50's AU.
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Master/Doctor
Author's notes: Written in text to Leah A and based on a lot of inside jokes off of Sims 3. Title of story by Leah A. Explanation of series here.
“I’m not doing this,” the Doctor said warningly. “It’s completely beyond my dignity.”
“You don’t HAVE any dignity,” scoffed the Master. “Now fetch me my fucking slippers.”
The Doctor did.
“And the paper.”
“All right. Fine.”
“Now lick my shoes and say my name.”
The Doctor sighed. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”
“Oh, come on.”
“No, that’s too far.”
“I love you…”
The Doctor paused. “What, really?”
“No!” laughed the Master and then reconsidered. “Well. Maybe,” said the Master. “If you go and make me supper.” The Doctor hesitated, glaring at him and then he sighed, his shoulders hunching a little, and left the room to make chicken masala. The Master giggled quietly to himself and made a whip cracking motion. “Wh-puh!”
“I hope you like raw chicken,” yelled the Doctor crossly from the kitchen, “because that’s what you’re getting if you keep that up.”
“Sorry,” said the Master because whether or not he actually went to the trouble of pointing it out, the Doctor was still whipped. And this way, the Master got a free meal! Everybody won!
But mostly just him.
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