Although he wouldn't admit it, the Master loved it when he woke up in the Doctors embrace. To feel his breath on the back of his neck and his arms around his waist. To have his body pressed against his. He would lie awake, in the Doctors arms, savouring the moment. He wanted the Doctor to believe that he hated him, only letting him do this for the Drums, but it was more than that. Being like this made the Master feel safe and secure. This morning was different. He was fed up with pretending. He shifted slightly and the Doctor unconsciously tightened his hold around him and pressed his face into the Masters neck. The Master smiled and rolled over, curling his body around the Doctor, not caring if the Doctor was awake or not. He just wanted to be held and to never let go.