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Does Your Mother Know? {Dhawan!Master x DoctorsDaughter!Reader}

Summary: You and the Master have always had a complex relationship. If you could even call it that… Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest after all…

A/N: Reader is of age. In Timelord sense… But I listened to ‘Does Your Mother Know’ by ABBA and just HAD to write this I- ajakjsiaja

Warnings: None, a little smooching

You're so hot, teasing me

So, you're blue, but I can't take a chance on a chick like you

That's something I couldn't do

“I should’ve known it was you.”

You said, raising a brow, turning on your heel to see the familiar face of The Master, grinning wildly at you as he stalked towards you. His eyes scanning you as you couldn’t help but feel like he was a bird of prey and you were his next victim.

“What gave it away?” The man asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he stood a few feet before you, hand on his hip.

“The shoddy wiring-“ You quipped as he simply smirked. You held the device in your hand he had planted, standing in the middle of an abandoned ballroom, where a mere few minutes ago you were telling the humans to run for their lives. “The boldness of it, the theatricality…” You continued, as you threw the now deactivated device down to the floor with a bang.

“You noticed.” He almost purred as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

“Most people simply use a phone…” You smirked as he let out a breathy laugh.

“Except I’m not most people, am I dear?” He took another step towards you. “Besides… Couldn’t have mummy dearest intercepting.” He pursed his lips as you bit your own. “Where is she by the way? Off with her little human pets?”

“You dragged me all the way to 1890 to ask about my mother?” You raised a brow, folding your arms as he clicked his tongue.

“You know why I dragged you here.” You hadn’t noticed how close he was to you, as he peered down at you, eyes dark and broody.

There's that look in your eyes

I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild

Ah, but girl, you're only a child

You simply rolled your eyes, as you rounded him, lightly bumping into his arm as you did so, causing him to shake his head slightly before reaching a hand out, turning with you as he gripped your arm to stop you from leaving.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, tone low as you stared up at him. “How disappointing…”

“I’ve got things to do.” You simply told him, but didn’t fight his grip. You could feel your hearts beating in your chest as you stared at him.

“More important than little old me?” He smirked, a little flirtatious in tone. “I’m hurt.” He teased, furrowing his brows.

“Believe it or not, Master-“ You began, as he felt a rush go through him at the use of his name. “My world doesn’t revolve around you…” You breathed out as he laughed, shaking his head.

“Your heart beats suggest otherwise.” He said lowly, as you realised he’d moved his hand from your arm and to your wrist, as you peered down, quickly removing your arm from his grip. “Fine.” He sighed, taking a step back, allowing you to go. You gave him once last look before going to take your leave. After a few seconds, you stopped in your tracks as ballroom style music began to flood your ears. You let out a breath as you turned, seeing the Master stood in the middle of the floor, a record player turning in the corner. “Or… You could have a little fun.” He voiced, holding out a hand to you as you licked your lips. “Go on… Live a little.”

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?

And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe

Does your mother know that you're out?

Sighing to yourself, you gave in, slowly approaching the man as he watched intently, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“One dance.” You told him sternly as he nodded, watching as you took his hand. His grip was soft and gentle, quite the opposite of him. But it always was when it came to you. His other hand came round to rest on your waist, as your own free hand planted itself on his shoulder. Eventually, you both began to move slightly to the music, as you fought the urge to stare at him, focusing your gaze elsewhere, looking round the room.

“What would your mother say?” The Master finally spoke, his words low. “You… Dancing with the enemy.” He purred out as you narrowed your eyes, finally catching his gaze.

“What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” You said softly, as he raised a brow in surprise at your words, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“Ooo-“ He let out. “Keeping secrets now are we? How Doctor of you…” You rolled your eyes slightly at his words. “Keeping me your sordid little secret…” He almost whispered as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“There’s nothing to tell.” You simply replied as he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your waist, but you felt it. And he knew it.

“Really?” He breathed out.

“Yes.” You felt your voice waver slightly as he hummed, leaning his head back a little.

Take it easy (take it easy)

Better slow down, girl

That's no way to go

Does your mother know?

“Is that you trying to convince me or yourself?” The Master landed on, as you both stared at each other, the music fading out as you focused on him. You didn’t say a word. “Even after everything I’ve done… You still can’t bring yourself to hate me, dear.” It was true. You hated that he had this hold over you. But you couldn’t stop it. It felt like there was this pull, between you and him, no matter what he did or said. It was electric. “And I think we both know why…” You could feel his breath on your face as you peered up through your lashes at him.

“You’re just doing this… Because of The Doctor.” You told him quietly, as he let out a soft scoff.

“Still so suspicious.” He whispered. “Very wise of you.” You could feel yourself subconsciously getting closer to him, feeling his chest against your own as you moved your hand on his shoulder, closer to his neck. “What if I told you, you’re just a pawn in my game?” He asked as you bit your lip. “A way to get to The Doctor… To bring her down…” His grip tightened once again on your waist as he held you even closer, which you didn’t think was possible. “Would you let me?”

“No.” You breathed out, eyes blinking.

“Do you think you have a choice?” There was no emotion behind his voice, it was a simple question.

I can see what you want

But you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun

So maybe I'm not the one

Before you could say anything, his lips had crashed into your own. You absentmindedly moved your hand to the nape of his neck as you held him closer. It felt right, it felt exciting, it felt… Real. After what felt like only a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he let his forehead lean against your own.

“Now there’s definitely something to keep secret…”

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?

And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe

Does your mother know that you're out?