Fic: The Fifties Were About Sexual Repression

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Title: The Fifties Were About Sexual Repression
Series (Story number): Who's Right? (14)
Summary: At another dinner party hosted by Alice-Down-The-Road, the Master and Doctor play 'Whose Lap Am I Sitting On?' 50's AU.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairings: Master/Doctor, Alice Cartwright, Peter Cartwright, Gordon Brown Fisher, Theresa Bond
Author's notes: This is based on true events....vaguely. And a truelife party game from the 50's. Explanation of series here.

 

"It MUST be Master Saxon!" said Alice joyfully, whipping off her blindfold and turning around. The Master smiled at her and waved. The Doctor scowled.

"What do you know?!" said the Master. "It is me! Again!"

"My gosh, you know, it does so often happen to be you, doesn't it?" said Alice.

"My, yes," said Theresa, also smiling.

"Why don't you lend the rest of us some of your luck, Saxon?!" chuckled Peter.

At this point, if the Doctor had been in a cartoon, there would have been steam coming out from under his collar.

"I just seem to be very sit-on-able," said the Master. Everyone laughed appreciatively but the Doctor, and the Master took the blindfold out of Alice's hand and tied it around his own eyes. He stood up and turned around as everyone exchanged seats. “All right," he said. "For this round of 'Whose Lap Am I Sitting On' I think I'll go...here." He made a beeline for the Doctor and sat in his lap. Alice broke into muffled giggles as she'd been a bit too much at the gin and tonics and was getting a little bit tipsy.

Hello, said the Master to the Doctor mentally, sounding very amused.

Stop cheating! the Doctor thought back. It's a ridiculous game as it is. You're only making it stupider. No, stop that, what are you doing?

Trying to find out who I'm sitting on, the Master replied, feeling behind him at the Doctor's hair and then covering his face with his hands.

You KNOW who you’re sitting on! the Doctor thought back, enraged. You've been reading everyone's minds all night, not to mention putting little mental suggestions for them to come and sit on you.

I'm surprised you even noticed, thought the Master, groping down along the Doctor's chest with one of his hands and starting to go down a little further with his other one. You have all the mental control of a five-year-old.

The Doctor grabbed the Master's other hand with one of his own before the Master could grope somewhere rather inappropriate for a public party game. The Master grinned at him in his head and then made a puzzled, thinking face and said, "Hmmm....could it possibly be....the Doctor?"

"You're right!" said Alice, clapping and rocking back and forth in her chair. "Well done, Master, well done!"

"I think I'm cutting you off, Alice," said Pete, walking over and taking her drink. Then he downed it in one go.

"Oh," said Alice, looking disappointed. Then she brightened up. "Doctor, it's your turn!"

The Master ground a little backwards into the Doctor's lap before standing up and taking off his blindfold to hand to the Doctor. The Doctor stood up and begrudgingly took the blindfold, still glowering.

"Oh, come on, Mrs. Saxon, get into the spirit of it," said Gordon.

Afterwards, the Doctor always maintained that what had happened was not his fault. If Gordon was never able to see pie in the same way ever again, that was his lookout. It was, however, lucky that Alice had an alternate dessert ready for just this reason. She’d had the Saxons over just a bit too much.

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