@midnight-strong

The Master sighed softly, shifting against the weight on top of her. She flicked an eye open, her sleepy gaze settling on the top of the Doctor’s head. Her last self might have pushed the other Time Lord away, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to. Humming softly, she reached down, nimble fingers threading through the Doctor’s hair. “Hello you.”

“One second!” Claire called pulling her shirt over her head and her wet hair up into a ponytail. The memories from the night before shoved way to the far back into her mind. Opening the door, she checked his eyes first. “Yes?” she asked her voice soft.

“Last time I checked you weren’t the boss of me. Now let go!” The small brunette hissed trying to yank her hand out of his grip. 

“Need something?” she squeaked out. Unable to tell which him it was with his hair blocking his eyes. 

"What the hell are you doing?"