Fic: RPF: Tuck Your Shirt In (12/17).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Tuck Your Shirt In (12/17).
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma.
Rating: Light R (eventually).
Warnings: Real person fiction, teenage naughtiness.
Word count: 1,581.
Summary: After taking Rupert shopping ready for her 18th birthday party, Emma begins to realise her interest in him isn’t purely platonic after all and has trouble getting her head around this new revelation and how to deal with it. Meanwhile, Rupert is suffering some unwanted attention from an old school friend and comes to the conclusion that Emma might very well be his saviour.
Other chapters: Here.
Tuck Your Shirt In
Chapter 12- Misconceptions
‘I want everyone back here in two hours,’ said David, dismissing everyone with a casual wave of his hand.
Rupert found Emma beside him within seconds. Her fingertips brushing very lightly across his palm as she moved to take hold of his hand. Shortly afterwards she remembered it wasn’t allowed yet and stopped herself once again, instead walking as close to him as she possibly could without standing on his feet.
‘Eat lunch with me?’ she asked after a moment’s silence.
‘Isn’t dinner tonight enough?’ he teased, looking at her. ‘You’ll be sick of me.’
Bumping her shoulder into his, she laughed and then shrugged, querying, ‘In my trailer maybe?’
He cast Emma a sidelong glance and chuckled when he noticed the innocent expression she was trying to pull. ‘In your trailer? Now?’ he repeated. ‘Just the two of us?’
‘Mmhmm.’ She nodded, her eyes hopeful.
‘I…’ Hesitating and suddenly feeling rather hot under the collar, Rupert cleared his throat. ‘Five minutes and then I’ll be there, OK?’
Looking cheerful, Emma headed off, sneaking glances back at him as she went, her eyes sparkling in the sunshine. He had to stop himself from grinning at her like a loon, it had already become custom for him to walk around with a dopey smile on his face over the past few days and people were beginning to notice. He really didn’t need to draw anymore attention to himself.
Nothing had really happened between them yet per se. The occasional bit of handholding when they were sure no one was looking and stolen glances across the studio were about as far as it went. But tonight of course, that would all change. Nothing, nothing was going to mess it up this time.
‘Hi Rupert!’
Except Sophie maybe.
Rupert found her perched on the edge of the table in his trailer when he stepped inside, and stopped dead in his tracks.
‘What are you doing here?’ he choked out.
He was sure he’d had this conversation before.
‘I stopped by at your house, James said you were here and that he was on his way here, so I decided to tag along,’ she explained, an oblivious smile plastered across her face. ‘Thought it was about time I saw where you worked. It’s nice, very... umm, professional.’
Rupert blanched, short for words and then looked over to where his clothes were folded up on the couch. ‘I should hope so.’ He sighed. ‘Look, now’s not really the best time…’
‘Why not?’ Her smile didn’t falter.
‘Where’s James?’
‘He went to the canteen. He was looking for someone apparently. I’m not really sure who. Probably a girl, right?’ She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Aren’t you on lunch break? How can you be busy?’
Pushing the door closed behind him, Rupert took a breath, willing himself not to get angry with her (or James for that matter). Sure, they were getting on better, but that didn’t mean she could just turn up whenever and wherever the hell she wanted unannounced. She knew that, he’d made it quite clear, yet she still loved to take liberties and see how far she could push him.
‘I – I have stuff to do, Soph,’ he said eventually, walking across the trailer and ignoring her sat there. ‘You’re going to have to leave or go and keep James company, OK. I’m heading out again in a minute.’
Sophie crossed her arms and shook her head, following his every move. ‘Ever the gracious host, aren’t you Rupert?’ she said. ‘Are you and Emma friends again now?’
Glancing at her, he narrowed his eyes slightly and then set about finding his wallet opposed to answering her, fishing about in pockets and in bags. He sighed, frustrated, when it didn’t turn up and turned to look about the trailer, hands knotted into his hair. Nothing, it was nowhere to be found. ‘Have you seen my wallet?’ he asked.
‘Why would I have seen your wallet?’ questioned Sophie, her eyebrows lifting in amusement. ‘That’s like… insinuating that I’d go through your things. Which I wouldn’t by the way, I’m not that much of a cow.’
‘I never said-’
‘But you were thinking it.’ She placed her hands on the tabletop and leant forwards. ‘I can tell.’
Rupert turned away again, his temper flaring a little. ‘Can you help me at least?’
There was silence for a moment and then a soft thud as she slid down off the table, her boots connecting with the floor. ‘Now, if I was a wallet, where would I be?’ She grinned, clearly amused by the situation. ‘Ooh, this is fun, it’s like a game!’
His gaze moved back to her a second and he laughed lightly, catching sight of the expression on her face. She looked different today; for once she wasn’t trying too hard. When she noticed him looking, she smiled brightly and then crouched down to check under the couch in a rather unladylike fashion.
‘It’s OK by the way,’ commented Sophie, brushing off her jeans as she got up once more. ‘I got the hint.’
The admission took him a little by surprise. ‘What hint?’
‘That I don’t have a cat’s chance in hell with you.’ She shrugged, picking up a cushion and casually fluffing it up. ‘It’s kind of obvious you’re besotted with her. And why wouldn’t you be? She probably knows you better than anyone, she’s smart, she’s funny… not to mention beautiful and don’t pretend that you haven’t noticed.’
Rupert couldn’t help but be puzzled by the sudden turnaround but didn’t question it, instead lifted one of his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug.
Placing the cushion back down, she picked up another, toying with it. ‘You can talk to me, you know,’ she said thoughtfully.
‘Yeah, thanks.’ He smiled over at her fleetingly.
‘I mean it.’ Sophie sat down on the edge of the couch and a second later unearthed his wallet, waving it at him, a cheeky grin on her face. ‘Bingo!’
‘Cool, brilliant.’ His smile melted into a grin and then he held his hand out for the wallet, wiggling his fingers impatiently. ‘I really have to go now, so you should go and track down James. He’s probably talking to the girls, trying to chat up Katie or something.’
Standing back up, she took a step closer to him, toying with the wallet. ‘I knew it. Now say thank you, Rupert,’ she teased.
He sighed, murmuring, ’Yeah, cheers...’
Sophie finally handed the wallet over to him and then without any further warning, got on her tiptoes and placed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his lips, her hand resting lightly against his arm. ‘Anytime,’ she breathed upon pulling back.
‘Who the hell are you?!’
They both span to the door and Rupert’s heart sank immediately. Emma was stood there, eyes wide, holding two coffee cups in her hands. He took a subconscious step back from Sophie which caused Emma’s eyes to widen further. Perhaps it had made him look a little like he was guilty of something, not the best idea he’d ever had.
‘Hi, I’m Sophie! You’re Emma, right?’
Oh Lord, this was really happening.
Sophie was already halfway across the trailer, hand extended in greeting and a cheery smile on her face.
Ignoring her, Emma continued to stare at Rupert and he shuffled nervously under her gaze. ‘Rupert, you didn’t tell me Sophie was stopping by today,’ she said, tone condescending and he couldn’t tell who it was directed at. ‘This is a nice surprise. Is she going to be joining us for lunch, too?’
‘Sophie was just leaving,’ he blurted out.
Well, she was…
Sophie was the one to glare at him this time, but she didn’t need to be told twice. ‘I am, I need to go and find James,’ she said, brushing past Emma. ‘Lovely to meet you.’
After the door to the trailer slammed shut, a brief silence followed and then Emma placed the coffee down on the table, clearing her throat lightly. ‘Haven’t you told her yet?’ She began to pace the width of the trailer, hands slipping into her back pockets. ‘Because this is getting ridiculous, Rupes. You need to tell her. We can’t – I mean, I can’t do this unless you tell her. It isn’t fair.’
Rupert sighed softly, sitting down on the couch and running his hands up into his hair. ‘I will… I have once.’ He looked over at her, hoping that she understood. ‘She just-’
‘Tell her again, because I-’ she cut herself short, eyebrows knitted together in thought. ‘You don’t kiss someone unless you think you stand a chance.’ He opened his mouth to argue but Emma was on a roll, ‘I saw, don’t try lying for her. Whether you told her you weren’t interested or not, I don’t think she got it, do you?’
What could he say to that? What more was there to say? Emma was right and as usual, he was an idiot and didn’t have a clue what was really going on. His life and he didn’t understand it yet again. Sophie had been lying; acting like it was OK, that there was no pressure, when in reality… none of it was OK. His old school friend was just biding her time and walking all over him in the process.
‘Come find me when… OK.’ Emma didn’t finish, merely offered a small smile and left the trailer without another word.
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Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma.
Rating: Light R (eventually).
Warnings: Real person fiction, teenage naughtiness.
Word count: 1,581.
Summary: After taking Rupert shopping ready for her 18th birthday party, Emma begins to realise her interest in him isn’t purely platonic after all and has trouble getting her head around this new revelation and how to deal with it. Meanwhile, Rupert is suffering some unwanted attention from an old school friend and comes to the conclusion that Emma might very well be his saviour.
Other chapters: Here.
Chapter 12- Misconceptions
‘I want everyone back here in two hours,’ said David, dismissing everyone with a casual wave of his hand.
Rupert found Emma beside him within seconds. Her fingertips brushing very lightly across his palm as she moved to take hold of his hand. Shortly afterwards she remembered it wasn’t allowed yet and stopped herself once again, instead walking as close to him as she possibly could without standing on his feet.
‘Eat lunch with me?’ she asked after a moment’s silence.
‘Isn’t dinner tonight enough?’ he teased, looking at her. ‘You’ll be sick of me.’
Bumping her shoulder into his, she laughed and then shrugged, querying, ‘In my trailer maybe?’
He cast Emma a sidelong glance and chuckled when he noticed the innocent expression she was trying to pull. ‘In your trailer? Now?’ he repeated. ‘Just the two of us?’
‘Mmhmm.’ She nodded, her eyes hopeful.
‘I…’ Hesitating and suddenly feeling rather hot under the collar, Rupert cleared his throat. ‘Five minutes and then I’ll be there, OK?’
Looking cheerful, Emma headed off, sneaking glances back at him as she went, her eyes sparkling in the sunshine. He had to stop himself from grinning at her like a loon, it had already become custom for him to walk around with a dopey smile on his face over the past few days and people were beginning to notice. He really didn’t need to draw anymore attention to himself.
Nothing had really happened between them yet per se. The occasional bit of handholding when they were sure no one was looking and stolen glances across the studio were about as far as it went. But tonight of course, that would all change. Nothing, nothing was going to mess it up this time.
‘Hi Rupert!’
Except Sophie maybe.
Rupert found her perched on the edge of the table in his trailer when he stepped inside, and stopped dead in his tracks.
‘What are you doing here?’ he choked out.
He was sure he’d had this conversation before.
‘I stopped by at your house, James said you were here and that he was on his way here, so I decided to tag along,’ she explained, an oblivious smile plastered across her face. ‘Thought it was about time I saw where you worked. It’s nice, very... umm, professional.’
Rupert blanched, short for words and then looked over to where his clothes were folded up on the couch. ‘I should hope so.’ He sighed. ‘Look, now’s not really the best time…’
‘Why not?’ Her smile didn’t falter.
‘Where’s James?’
‘He went to the canteen. He was looking for someone apparently. I’m not really sure who. Probably a girl, right?’ She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Aren’t you on lunch break? How can you be busy?’
Pushing the door closed behind him, Rupert took a breath, willing himself not to get angry with her (or James for that matter). Sure, they were getting on better, but that didn’t mean she could just turn up whenever and wherever the hell she wanted unannounced. She knew that, he’d made it quite clear, yet she still loved to take liberties and see how far she could push him.
‘I – I have stuff to do, Soph,’ he said eventually, walking across the trailer and ignoring her sat there. ‘You’re going to have to leave or go and keep James company, OK. I’m heading out again in a minute.’
Sophie crossed her arms and shook her head, following his every move. ‘Ever the gracious host, aren’t you Rupert?’ she said. ‘Are you and Emma friends again now?’
Glancing at her, he narrowed his eyes slightly and then set about finding his wallet opposed to answering her, fishing about in pockets and in bags. He sighed, frustrated, when it didn’t turn up and turned to look about the trailer, hands knotted into his hair. Nothing, it was nowhere to be found. ‘Have you seen my wallet?’ he asked.
‘Why would I have seen your wallet?’ questioned Sophie, her eyebrows lifting in amusement. ‘That’s like… insinuating that I’d go through your things. Which I wouldn’t by the way, I’m not that much of a cow.’
‘I never said-’
‘But you were thinking it.’ She placed her hands on the tabletop and leant forwards. ‘I can tell.’
Rupert turned away again, his temper flaring a little. ‘Can you help me at least?’
There was silence for a moment and then a soft thud as she slid down off the table, her boots connecting with the floor. ‘Now, if I was a wallet, where would I be?’ She grinned, clearly amused by the situation. ‘Ooh, this is fun, it’s like a game!’
His gaze moved back to her a second and he laughed lightly, catching sight of the expression on her face. She looked different today; for once she wasn’t trying too hard. When she noticed him looking, she smiled brightly and then crouched down to check under the couch in a rather unladylike fashion.
‘It’s OK by the way,’ commented Sophie, brushing off her jeans as she got up once more. ‘I got the hint.’
The admission took him a little by surprise. ‘What hint?’
‘That I don’t have a cat’s chance in hell with you.’ She shrugged, picking up a cushion and casually fluffing it up. ‘It’s kind of obvious you’re besotted with her. And why wouldn’t you be? She probably knows you better than anyone, she’s smart, she’s funny… not to mention beautiful and don’t pretend that you haven’t noticed.’
Rupert couldn’t help but be puzzled by the sudden turnaround but didn’t question it, instead lifted one of his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug.
Placing the cushion back down, she picked up another, toying with it. ‘You can talk to me, you know,’ she said thoughtfully.
‘Yeah, thanks.’ He smiled over at her fleetingly.
‘I mean it.’ Sophie sat down on the edge of the couch and a second later unearthed his wallet, waving it at him, a cheeky grin on her face. ‘Bingo!’
‘Cool, brilliant.’ His smile melted into a grin and then he held his hand out for the wallet, wiggling his fingers impatiently. ‘I really have to go now, so you should go and track down James. He’s probably talking to the girls, trying to chat up Katie or something.’
Standing back up, she took a step closer to him, toying with the wallet. ‘I knew it. Now say thank you, Rupert,’ she teased.
He sighed, murmuring, ’Yeah, cheers...’
Sophie finally handed the wallet over to him and then without any further warning, got on her tiptoes and placed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his lips, her hand resting lightly against his arm. ‘Anytime,’ she breathed upon pulling back.
‘Who the hell are you?!’
They both span to the door and Rupert’s heart sank immediately. Emma was stood there, eyes wide, holding two coffee cups in her hands. He took a subconscious step back from Sophie which caused Emma’s eyes to widen further. Perhaps it had made him look a little like he was guilty of something, not the best idea he’d ever had.
‘Hi, I’m Sophie! You’re Emma, right?’
Oh Lord, this was really happening.
Sophie was already halfway across the trailer, hand extended in greeting and a cheery smile on her face.
Ignoring her, Emma continued to stare at Rupert and he shuffled nervously under her gaze. ‘Rupert, you didn’t tell me Sophie was stopping by today,’ she said, tone condescending and he couldn’t tell who it was directed at. ‘This is a nice surprise. Is she going to be joining us for lunch, too?’
‘Sophie was just leaving,’ he blurted out.
Well, she was…
Sophie was the one to glare at him this time, but she didn’t need to be told twice. ‘I am, I need to go and find James,’ she said, brushing past Emma. ‘Lovely to meet you.’
After the door to the trailer slammed shut, a brief silence followed and then Emma placed the coffee down on the table, clearing her throat lightly. ‘Haven’t you told her yet?’ She began to pace the width of the trailer, hands slipping into her back pockets. ‘Because this is getting ridiculous, Rupes. You need to tell her. We can’t – I mean, I can’t do this unless you tell her. It isn’t fair.’
Rupert sighed softly, sitting down on the couch and running his hands up into his hair. ‘I will… I have once.’ He looked over at her, hoping that she understood. ‘She just-’
‘Tell her again, because I-’ she cut herself short, eyebrows knitted together in thought. ‘You don’t kiss someone unless you think you stand a chance.’ He opened his mouth to argue but Emma was on a roll, ‘I saw, don’t try lying for her. Whether you told her you weren’t interested or not, I don’t think she got it, do you?’
What could he say to that? What more was there to say? Emma was right and as usual, he was an idiot and didn’t have a clue what was really going on. His life and he didn’t understand it yet again. Sophie had been lying; acting like it was OK, that there was no pressure, when in reality… none of it was OK. His old school friend was just biding her time and walking all over him in the process.
‘Come find me when… OK.’ Emma didn’t finish, merely offered a small smile and left the trailer without another word.
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