Fic: RPF: French Fancies.
Mar. 19th, 2008 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_moonshine_xI know, I know, I have a million and one other things I should be writing at the moment, but this was all I could write, so deal with it. There might be another one of these in the pipeline, too.
Title: French Fancies.
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,490.
Summary: After the OOTP Paris premiere Rupert and Emma unwind in the hotel together, perhaps a little too much.
A/N: I haven’t written RPF in years, but I read something that sparked an idea and reignited my love for Rupert/Emma, so I had to do it. Resistance is futile and all that, although this fic has nothing to do with what I read lol.
French Fancies
Paris, the romance capital of the world so they said, whoever they were and who was to say they were even right. Rupert felt anything but romantic nor did he feel particularly enthusiastic either. Trapped in a stuffy hotel room with his brother, who seemed more interested in some random French show on the TV than in holding an actual conversation, he could think of better ways to spend the evening.
The window had been thrown open earlier when they’d returned from the premiere, allowing the sounds of the city to spill into the room. Horns blared, shouts and excited chatter carried on the light summer breeze and somewhere not too far from the hotel, music was playing.
Rupert couldn’t stay sat there though, no matter how pretty the view of the city was from his window. The lights danced in his eyes, a mesmerising and inviting rainbow of colour, waiting so patiently to be explored. How could he ever turn that down? And more importantly, how could he turn that down when he had the perfect company sat in a room on the floor below?
Moving from his seat in the window, he headed for the door. He paused briefly to steal a bottle of Smirnoff from the minibar, downing it, and then muttered an explanation to James, ‘I’m gonna go see Emma.’
He arrived at her room several minutes later and knocked gently against the wooden panels, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waited.
It was a while before he received any response and then all he got was her voice calling from the other side of the door.
‘Who is it?’ she questioned cautiously.
Rupert cleared his throat softly. ‘It’s Rupert.’
Silence followed and then a moment later, the door opened a crack and Emma’s head appeared around it. ‘Rupes, I’m in my pyjamas.’ She was blushing, her cheeks stained with a faint trace of pink. ‘Can I talk to you in the morning?’
Damn, why hadn’t he checked the time before he left his room?
‘Umm, yeah, sure.’ Rupert smiled and shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. ‘Sleep well…’
It seemed his latter comment softened her resolve and a second later she pulled the door open and said, ‘Oh, never mind, come in.’ She stepped out of the way, retreating to her bed and sitting down in the middle of it, her legs crossed Indian style beneath her.
Their rooms were almost identical, the only differences being that the en suite appeared to be on the opposite side in here and in place of the twin beds, there was a king-size double with royal blue sheets.
‘What was it you wanted?’ Emma smiled earnestly, although taking her seriously in pink pyjamas decorated with pictures of Piglet was proving difficult for him. He couldn’t actually remember his reason for dropping by at first.
Rupert gaped at her, gathering his thoughts, trying to come up with a viable excuse. The visit seemed rather pointless now, she wouldn’t want to get changed and go out again.
‘Erm…’ Really now, he could do better than that. ‘Have a good day?’
Her eyebrows shot up and he knew then it had been the wrong thing to say. She was exercising her Hermione look; disgruntled, bewildered and the teensiest bit amused with him. ‘You could have called for that,’ she said, stating the obvious.
Nodding, Rupert knew she was right and that he would have to come up with something else quickly to save himself further embarrassment. He shuffled uncomfortably on the spot. ‘I came to see if you wanted to get out for a bit.’ The truth was always the best option. ‘We can get a drink in the bar… if you want to.’
Emma looked down at herself thoughtfully and then flashed him a brilliant smile. ‘I’d love to!’ she announced, scrambling off the bed and making a dash for the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later they were sat in a quiet corner of the hotel bar, a bottle of wine in front of them and a group of people beside them, gawping. The latter they could have done without, the former however, just right.
Being the queen of quick changes, Emma was now sat opposite him in skinny jeans and a baggy black sweater, her wavy blonde hair pulled up into a messy ponytail on top of her head. She didn’t look particularly spectacular to anyone on the outside, yet to him she was perfect in every single way.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to seeing her that way and he loved to see the real Emma. The girl who flaunted herself on red carpets in designer dresses and the girl who hid away in her trailer under a baseball cap, they were completely different people and he preferred the second.
His eyes had been fixed on the group watching them up until Emma kicked him under the table in a bid to get his attention. He looked back to her quizzically.
‘Don’t encourage them.’ She sipped at her wine, her mouth curled up into a small smile. ‘It’s hardly going to take much.’
She wasn’t wrong.
Rupert nodded, smiling himself, and then asked, ‘Wanna drink this upstairs?’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’ Emma jumped out of her seat and made a break for the exit, wiggling her fingers at the barman in a casual wave. He followed after her, picking up the bottle on his way and squeezing past the chair she’d vacated.
In the lift they shared a brief look before both falling into fits of giggles.
‘His face though, did you see?’ Walking backwards, Emma collapsed onto her bed and then tugged off her boots, tossing them across the room. The laughter hadn’t stopped since they’d stepped foot in the lift. ‘We should go and find his room and pay him a visit.’
Shaking his head, Rupert joined her on the edge of the bed, handing over her glass of wine. He leant forwards, unlaced his Converse, kicked them off and then collapsed quite happily beside her, his own drink forgotten. ‘We can’t do that!’ He wasn’t entirely sure why he was protesting though; it would definitely be worth a laugh or two.
‘Do you have a copy of the DVD in your room?’
His gaze moved from the ceiling and over to Emma, who he suddenly found a lot closer than before. She was lying beside him on her front, propped up on her elbows with her wineglass clutched in both hands.
He ignored their close vicinity and lifted an eyebrow. ‘What?’ he asked.
Emma smiled again, although her face remained partially hidden behind the glass, and it only showed in her eyes. She had such pretty eyes; he didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before. ‘We could sign it and deliver it personally.’ She smirked and then looked down at him. ‘He’d probably faint though and we don’t need that kind of publicity.’
This time it was Rupert’s turn to laugh and his whole body shook with mirth as he managed to splutter out, ‘You don’t say.’
It took another ten minutes for their laughter to die down and they fell into silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Emma had finished her wine and was now flush against him, her eyes closed and her breathing even. He’d been watching her for the last minute or so, studying her features and taking her all in. From this angle she looked so different.
An hour, perhaps even two passed and they dozed off easily, the concoction of alcohol and sleep deprivation seeing to that.
A knock at the door disturbed them again, the clock on the opposite side of the room reading 3:36am.
Rupert sat up, bleary eyed, dragging his fingers through his hair and debating whether to answer or not. They didn’t knock again, so he ignored it and lay back down, turning onto his side and coming face-to-face with Emma. She smiled lazily, still a little dozy and then whispered into the silence, ‘Have they gone?’
Nodding in response, he reached out to her and tugged the bobble from her tangled hair before it got any worse.
‘Good.’ Emma sighed; sleep slipping away from her as they lay in the bright light of the room, and then without warning she curled into him, burying her head against the crook of his neck.
Stiffening slightly, Rupert bit on his lip, not knowing what to do with himself at first. They may have known each other for years, but this behaviour was rare, even for Emma. He ignored the niggling feeling in the back of his mind though and moved to wrap his arms around her slender frame, pulling her again him and his eyes fluttering closed.
They didn’t get enough moments like this, so it would have been a shame to waste it…
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Title: French Fancies.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,490.
Summary: After the OOTP Paris premiere Rupert and Emma unwind in the hotel together, perhaps a little too much.
A/N: I haven’t written RPF in years, but I read something that sparked an idea and reignited my love for Rupert/Emma, so I had to do it. Resistance is futile and all that, although this fic has nothing to do with what I read lol.
French Fancies
Paris, the romance capital of the world so they said, whoever they were and who was to say they were even right. Rupert felt anything but romantic nor did he feel particularly enthusiastic either. Trapped in a stuffy hotel room with his brother, who seemed more interested in some random French show on the TV than in holding an actual conversation, he could think of better ways to spend the evening.
The window had been thrown open earlier when they’d returned from the premiere, allowing the sounds of the city to spill into the room. Horns blared, shouts and excited chatter carried on the light summer breeze and somewhere not too far from the hotel, music was playing.
Rupert couldn’t stay sat there though, no matter how pretty the view of the city was from his window. The lights danced in his eyes, a mesmerising and inviting rainbow of colour, waiting so patiently to be explored. How could he ever turn that down? And more importantly, how could he turn that down when he had the perfect company sat in a room on the floor below?
Moving from his seat in the window, he headed for the door. He paused briefly to steal a bottle of Smirnoff from the minibar, downing it, and then muttered an explanation to James, ‘I’m gonna go see Emma.’
He arrived at her room several minutes later and knocked gently against the wooden panels, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waited.
It was a while before he received any response and then all he got was her voice calling from the other side of the door.
‘Who is it?’ she questioned cautiously.
Rupert cleared his throat softly. ‘It’s Rupert.’
Silence followed and then a moment later, the door opened a crack and Emma’s head appeared around it. ‘Rupes, I’m in my pyjamas.’ She was blushing, her cheeks stained with a faint trace of pink. ‘Can I talk to you in the morning?’
Damn, why hadn’t he checked the time before he left his room?
‘Umm, yeah, sure.’ Rupert smiled and shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. ‘Sleep well…’
It seemed his latter comment softened her resolve and a second later she pulled the door open and said, ‘Oh, never mind, come in.’ She stepped out of the way, retreating to her bed and sitting down in the middle of it, her legs crossed Indian style beneath her.
Their rooms were almost identical, the only differences being that the en suite appeared to be on the opposite side in here and in place of the twin beds, there was a king-size double with royal blue sheets.
‘What was it you wanted?’ Emma smiled earnestly, although taking her seriously in pink pyjamas decorated with pictures of Piglet was proving difficult for him. He couldn’t actually remember his reason for dropping by at first.
Rupert gaped at her, gathering his thoughts, trying to come up with a viable excuse. The visit seemed rather pointless now, she wouldn’t want to get changed and go out again.
‘Erm…’ Really now, he could do better than that. ‘Have a good day?’
Her eyebrows shot up and he knew then it had been the wrong thing to say. She was exercising her Hermione look; disgruntled, bewildered and the teensiest bit amused with him. ‘You could have called for that,’ she said, stating the obvious.
Nodding, Rupert knew she was right and that he would have to come up with something else quickly to save himself further embarrassment. He shuffled uncomfortably on the spot. ‘I came to see if you wanted to get out for a bit.’ The truth was always the best option. ‘We can get a drink in the bar… if you want to.’
Emma looked down at herself thoughtfully and then flashed him a brilliant smile. ‘I’d love to!’ she announced, scrambling off the bed and making a dash for the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later they were sat in a quiet corner of the hotel bar, a bottle of wine in front of them and a group of people beside them, gawping. The latter they could have done without, the former however, just right.
Being the queen of quick changes, Emma was now sat opposite him in skinny jeans and a baggy black sweater, her wavy blonde hair pulled up into a messy ponytail on top of her head. She didn’t look particularly spectacular to anyone on the outside, yet to him she was perfect in every single way.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to seeing her that way and he loved to see the real Emma. The girl who flaunted herself on red carpets in designer dresses and the girl who hid away in her trailer under a baseball cap, they were completely different people and he preferred the second.
His eyes had been fixed on the group watching them up until Emma kicked him under the table in a bid to get his attention. He looked back to her quizzically.
‘Don’t encourage them.’ She sipped at her wine, her mouth curled up into a small smile. ‘It’s hardly going to take much.’
She wasn’t wrong.
Rupert nodded, smiling himself, and then asked, ‘Wanna drink this upstairs?’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’ Emma jumped out of her seat and made a break for the exit, wiggling her fingers at the barman in a casual wave. He followed after her, picking up the bottle on his way and squeezing past the chair she’d vacated.
In the lift they shared a brief look before both falling into fits of giggles.
‘His face though, did you see?’ Walking backwards, Emma collapsed onto her bed and then tugged off her boots, tossing them across the room. The laughter hadn’t stopped since they’d stepped foot in the lift. ‘We should go and find his room and pay him a visit.’
Shaking his head, Rupert joined her on the edge of the bed, handing over her glass of wine. He leant forwards, unlaced his Converse, kicked them off and then collapsed quite happily beside her, his own drink forgotten. ‘We can’t do that!’ He wasn’t entirely sure why he was protesting though; it would definitely be worth a laugh or two.
‘Do you have a copy of the DVD in your room?’
His gaze moved from the ceiling and over to Emma, who he suddenly found a lot closer than before. She was lying beside him on her front, propped up on her elbows with her wineglass clutched in both hands.
He ignored their close vicinity and lifted an eyebrow. ‘What?’ he asked.
Emma smiled again, although her face remained partially hidden behind the glass, and it only showed in her eyes. She had such pretty eyes; he didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before. ‘We could sign it and deliver it personally.’ She smirked and then looked down at him. ‘He’d probably faint though and we don’t need that kind of publicity.’
This time it was Rupert’s turn to laugh and his whole body shook with mirth as he managed to splutter out, ‘You don’t say.’
It took another ten minutes for their laughter to die down and they fell into silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Emma had finished her wine and was now flush against him, her eyes closed and her breathing even. He’d been watching her for the last minute or so, studying her features and taking her all in. From this angle she looked so different.
An hour, perhaps even two passed and they dozed off easily, the concoction of alcohol and sleep deprivation seeing to that.
A knock at the door disturbed them again, the clock on the opposite side of the room reading 3:36am.
Rupert sat up, bleary eyed, dragging his fingers through his hair and debating whether to answer or not. They didn’t knock again, so he ignored it and lay back down, turning onto his side and coming face-to-face with Emma. She smiled lazily, still a little dozy and then whispered into the silence, ‘Have they gone?’
Nodding in response, he reached out to her and tugged the bobble from her tangled hair before it got any worse.
‘Good.’ Emma sighed; sleep slipping away from her as they lay in the bright light of the room, and then without warning she curled into him, burying her head against the crook of his neck.
Stiffening slightly, Rupert bit on his lip, not knowing what to do with himself at first. They may have known each other for years, but this behaviour was rare, even for Emma. He ignored the niggling feeling in the back of his mind though and moved to wrap his arms around her slender frame, pulling her again him and his eyes fluttering closed.
They didn’t get enough moments like this, so it would have been a shame to waste it…
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Date: 2008-03-19 03:01 pm (UTC)♥
:D
P.S. Thank you for getting Duffey's song out of my head! haha
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Date: 2008-03-19 08:07 pm (UTC).x.
P.S. You're welcome! ;)
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Date: 2008-03-19 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-19 08:07 pm (UTC).x.
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Date: 2008-03-19 08:13 pm (UTC)That was so adorable. You know, this could actually be possible, which is why I like it so much. Some RPF are downright impossible.
I just hope Dan, Rupe and Emma are all as close as they say they are!
Loved it. ♥
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Date: 2008-03-19 08:21 pm (UTC)Aww hehe, your compliment has been graciously accepted. I've never been all too keen on writing things that I can't envisiage happening myself. Whoever, whatever, wherever!
Me too, I really really do ♥.
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Date: 2008-03-19 10:11 pm (UTC)I know. If it sounds incredibly unfeasible, I'm like 'Err, no thanks' because I just can't imagine them saying/doing it.
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Date: 2008-03-20 12:22 am (UTC)Nope lol, I used to write an awful lot of fic like that 8 years ago, but I learn my lesson lol. I still have my first ever fanfic on my computer actually, it's kinda shameful...
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Date: 2008-03-19 08:58 pm (UTC)you should definitely write more rpf
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Date: 2008-03-19 09:03 pm (UTC).x.
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Date: 2008-03-20 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-20 01:32 am (UTC)oh and thanks btw! lol I can't believe I forgot to say that, I'm half asleep...
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Date: 2008-07-29 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-01 08:19 pm (UTC).x.