Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (9/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (9/26).
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,933.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Other chapters: here.
Say Goodbye
Chapter 9 – Flashes of the Future
Date: Saturday 28th May, 2011
Location: Lake District, Cumbria, England
With a heavy sigh, Emma straightened herself up again and reached out to press the doorbell. She’d arrived a lot later than planned and she only hoped that Rupert would still be awake. It was nearing midnight now and after a day of nothing but travelling, all she wanted to do was indulge in a large mug of tea and catch up on her sleep. The trip to the Lake District hadn’t been as successful as she originally thought it would be and she’d ended up catching a train there at the last minute thanks to some quick thinking by Alex.
Thankfully Rupert did open the door and a moment later she was greeted by the blurry eyed redhead who, considering the time, seemed more than happy to see her. Thank God for small miracles.
‘Hey, Em…’ he murmured, rubbing at his eyes with the balls of his hands and stepping back to let her inside. ‘You’re late,’ he added with an overenthusiastic yawn, stretching his arms up toward the ceiling. He was tired, she got it. He didn’t need to go overboard. ‘Want some coffee? I could definitely do with a cup.’
‘Tea, please,’ she responded softly, shrugging her coat off and laying it on top of her case as she followed him inside. ‘Let me make it. You look wrecked.’ She nudged him playfully before heading in the direction of the kitchen once he’d pointed it out to her.
It was exactly how she imagined it to be, oak cabinets, a welsh dresser and a large Rayburn in the corner. She plucked out two extra flowery mugs and soon set to work, leaning against the table as the kettle boiled. A minute later, he joined her, sitting down on one of the chairs and reaching out for her hand, which she happily let him take.
They sat like that for a little while before the click of the kettle broke the silence and she resumed her task with a huff.
Fives minutes later they were cuddled up on the couch, the blanket Rupert had ripped off the spare bed in the guestroom draped over them for extra warmth. She couldn’t have been happier really. If only it could be like this every day. But sadly she wasn’t that lucky, not yet anyway. Curling into him, she buried her face away in his t-shirt and inhaled deeply, the scent of musk intoxicating her for a moment. Heaven on earth.
‘Tell me about the holiday then,’ said Rupert with another yawn.
Looking up at him from in-between her eyelashes, she shrugged a shoulder lightly. ‘There’s not much to tell really,’ she replied. ‘Like I said, Tonya spent the entire time throwing her guts up, so I sat down by the pool with a load of guys staring at me.’ She laughed when he raised his eyebrows in alarm. ‘Don’t worry, Rupes, fourteen year olds aren’t really my type.’
‘I… I knew that,’ he stammered, ‘obviously.’
There was a slight edge to his voice that told her he didn’t and she smiled, reaching up to press her lips to his cheek in a soft kiss, hoping to reassure him a little.
Apparently it worked because several seconds later, he swept down and kissed her full on the mouth, his hands tangling into her hair in desperation. ‘I missed you so much,’ he whispered against her lips. Emma knew that already, but it didn’t hurt to be told again. After all, she’d been the one waiting by the phone every day while she’d been away, just hoping and praying that he’d call.
With a sigh of contentment, she shuffled closer to him, her arms looping around his neck as she slid into his lap. They kissed for what seemed like forever and only came up for air when they heard the church clock outside the window inform them that it was now one a.m. She gazed at him undecidedly and he shrugged. They both knew they weren’t going to get much sleep tonight now. Thank God it was a weekend.
By midweek they’d become strangely used to each others company and if Aimée hadn’t been in the picture, Emma was pretty sure she would have asked him to move in with her by now when they got back down to London. There was something extremely reassuring about having Rupert around all of the time, knowing that she could fall into his arms whenever she wanted, talk to him about anything and everything at any minute of the day.
On Thursday night, Rupert came back to the cottage from a day of filming wielding several shopping bags from Sainsbury’s and an excessive amount of charcoal. ‘Thought we could have a BBQ,’ he explained; voice timid and unsure. ‘I mean, it’s sitting there…’
Emma said yes immediately, took the shopping bags from him and set about throwing together a quick salad and opening up the wine. This was probably the closest they’d ever get to domesticated bliss and she had to admit, she quite liked it. Life with Rupert was actually exactly how she’d imagined it to be.
Come ten p.m., he had somehow managed to drag one of the speakers outside and was twirling her around to some old 60s CD he’d dug out from one of the cupboards. He didn’t dance, fact, so it astonished her when he even asked.
They may have known each other for ten years, but they still had so much to learn… and she couldn’t wait either.
On a particularly quick spin, Rupert dipped her back and she found herself gazing up at him, a goofy smile plastered onto her face. She loved him, there was no denying that. Although admitting it to him was out of the question, she wasn’t about to take a step she knew he couldn’t because of his commitment problem – the problem being he wanted to commit to one too many people.
Their first real problem occurred only a minute after Emma’s realisation and while they were sharing a lingering kiss in the lazy summer sun. Simone and her little yapping dogs found them on the patio and she let out an almighty squeal of surprise, causing Rupert to drop Emma, who fell onto the ground in a heap. For the first time since their relationship had begun they’d been rumbled.
Talking Simone out of telling anyone was fairly easy. Apparently she loved a good scandal as much as the next person and promised to take the secret to the grave.
Whether a flaky actress pledging she’d rather die than tell of her co-star’s infidelity was a good thing, neither of them were particularly sure. But, for now, it would have to do as they didn’t really have any other choice in the matter. Depending on Simone was all they could do – unless they had her killed of course. But murder was so messy and who really wanted to be associated with that anyway.
Emma spent Friday afternoon curled up in an armchair reading over several scripts with a large glass of rosé wine clutched in her hand. It definitely made a change from lounging around on her bed at home with Alex bugging her every ten minutes. Having her own space had never seemed so appealing. Not that it was actually her own, she couldn’t technically call it that, but it came pretty damn close.
By the time Rupert made an appearance, she had dozed off, the empty glass balanced dangerously in-between her fingertips, mere seconds away from shattering across the floorboards. She didn’t even realise she’d fallen asleep until he took the glass from her, placed it to the table with a clunk and laid a tender kiss to her forehead. The feel of his fingertips brushing her hair from her eyes brought her back to reality.
‘Bedtime…’ he murmured into her ear after a moment, lacing his fingers through hers and urging her to get up from the chair. She moved, be it reluctantly, leaning against him as he led her upstairs.
Ten minutes later, Emma had flung her shirt across the bedroom and coaxed him down onto the bed to join her, all remnants of sleep forgotten as she lost herself in him. She wouldn’t ever be able to get enough. Satisfaction would be impossible as far as Rupert was concerned.
‘I have to be up at five,’ came the weak protest.
She ignored it and reached out to tug his t-shirt over his head, hands cupping his face and bringing his gaze back to hers. ‘This won’t take long,’ she assured him.
Rupert stared at her, expression unfathomable and an awkward silence followed before they both burst out laughing, her cheeks flushing pink immediately.
Silencing him with another kiss, her arms looping around his neck, she pulled him down on top of her without warning. ‘Sorry,’ she murmured eventually, words breathy and a playful sparkle in her eyes. ‘I didn’t mean-’
‘I know what you didn’t mean, Em… there’s no need to say it.’
Shaking her head, she closed her eyes, murmuring another, ‘Sorry, Rupes.’
Yet more laugher followed and it did indeed take longer than she first thought it would. She blamed him of course. Him and his giggle fits. But then, things never did go to plan when your boyfriend decided to start giggling when you were supposed to be doing something so much more interesting.
On Saturday, when she thought that maybe they could spend the entire day together, Rupert had to go off and film in the woods, which left her alone with nothing but her thoughts and another script to trawl through. She got ten pages in before tossing it aside and deciding to go for a walk around the town instead. And it was the perfect day for it, with the sun high in the sky and the streets not too busy.
Emma had just clambered over a stile at the edge of a field when her phone began to ring in her back pocket. She collapsed onto the grass beneath her the moment she got her other leg over the fence, and then pull out the phone, discovering Bonnie on the other end of the line.
‘Free on Tuesday night?’ she asked buoyantly. ‘Fancy doing dinner with Dan and me? We’d love it if you could.’
It took Emma a moment to realise that this wasn’t actually a question, but a request. She didn’t have any choice in the matter. Bonnie wanted her there and that was that.
‘Oh, I, umm… I think I’m free,’ she stuttered in reply.
Apparently Bonnie didn’t detect her hesitation, however noticeable. ‘Great,’ she enthused. ‘Now I need to give Rupert a call and we’re-’
‘I’ll do it!’ Why she had just done that, she did not know. ‘I said I’d call him tonight anyway. See how he’s getting on with the new film, catch up, you know.’
‘You will…?’ This time Bonnie did sound apprehensive as she spoke. ‘Are you sure?’
Emma nodded, even though she knew her friend couldn’t see. ‘Perfectly, one hundred percent,’ she said.
‘All right then.’ More apprehension. ‘Guess we’ll see you on Tuesday. Seven o’clock. I’ll let you know where when we’ve booked it.’
‘Great, I can’t wait, Bon!’
Yay, finally something that wasn’t a lie – it felt wonderful! She ended the call with another enthusiastic response and then flopped back onto the grass, covering her face with her hands and sighing loudly. God, she hated deceiving her friends, she really did. This needed to end and it needed to end soon.
.x.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,933.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Other chapters: here.
Chapter 9 – Flashes of the Future
Date: Saturday 28th May, 2011
Location: Lake District, Cumbria, England
With a heavy sigh, Emma straightened herself up again and reached out to press the doorbell. She’d arrived a lot later than planned and she only hoped that Rupert would still be awake. It was nearing midnight now and after a day of nothing but travelling, all she wanted to do was indulge in a large mug of tea and catch up on her sleep. The trip to the Lake District hadn’t been as successful as she originally thought it would be and she’d ended up catching a train there at the last minute thanks to some quick thinking by Alex.
Thankfully Rupert did open the door and a moment later she was greeted by the blurry eyed redhead who, considering the time, seemed more than happy to see her. Thank God for small miracles.
‘Hey, Em…’ he murmured, rubbing at his eyes with the balls of his hands and stepping back to let her inside. ‘You’re late,’ he added with an overenthusiastic yawn, stretching his arms up toward the ceiling. He was tired, she got it. He didn’t need to go overboard. ‘Want some coffee? I could definitely do with a cup.’
‘Tea, please,’ she responded softly, shrugging her coat off and laying it on top of her case as she followed him inside. ‘Let me make it. You look wrecked.’ She nudged him playfully before heading in the direction of the kitchen once he’d pointed it out to her.
It was exactly how she imagined it to be, oak cabinets, a welsh dresser and a large Rayburn in the corner. She plucked out two extra flowery mugs and soon set to work, leaning against the table as the kettle boiled. A minute later, he joined her, sitting down on one of the chairs and reaching out for her hand, which she happily let him take.
They sat like that for a little while before the click of the kettle broke the silence and she resumed her task with a huff.
Fives minutes later they were cuddled up on the couch, the blanket Rupert had ripped off the spare bed in the guestroom draped over them for extra warmth. She couldn’t have been happier really. If only it could be like this every day. But sadly she wasn’t that lucky, not yet anyway. Curling into him, she buried her face away in his t-shirt and inhaled deeply, the scent of musk intoxicating her for a moment. Heaven on earth.
‘Tell me about the holiday then,’ said Rupert with another yawn.
Looking up at him from in-between her eyelashes, she shrugged a shoulder lightly. ‘There’s not much to tell really,’ she replied. ‘Like I said, Tonya spent the entire time throwing her guts up, so I sat down by the pool with a load of guys staring at me.’ She laughed when he raised his eyebrows in alarm. ‘Don’t worry, Rupes, fourteen year olds aren’t really my type.’
‘I… I knew that,’ he stammered, ‘obviously.’
There was a slight edge to his voice that told her he didn’t and she smiled, reaching up to press her lips to his cheek in a soft kiss, hoping to reassure him a little.
Apparently it worked because several seconds later, he swept down and kissed her full on the mouth, his hands tangling into her hair in desperation. ‘I missed you so much,’ he whispered against her lips. Emma knew that already, but it didn’t hurt to be told again. After all, she’d been the one waiting by the phone every day while she’d been away, just hoping and praying that he’d call.
With a sigh of contentment, she shuffled closer to him, her arms looping around his neck as she slid into his lap. They kissed for what seemed like forever and only came up for air when they heard the church clock outside the window inform them that it was now one a.m. She gazed at him undecidedly and he shrugged. They both knew they weren’t going to get much sleep tonight now. Thank God it was a weekend.
By midweek they’d become strangely used to each others company and if Aimée hadn’t been in the picture, Emma was pretty sure she would have asked him to move in with her by now when they got back down to London. There was something extremely reassuring about having Rupert around all of the time, knowing that she could fall into his arms whenever she wanted, talk to him about anything and everything at any minute of the day.
On Thursday night, Rupert came back to the cottage from a day of filming wielding several shopping bags from Sainsbury’s and an excessive amount of charcoal. ‘Thought we could have a BBQ,’ he explained; voice timid and unsure. ‘I mean, it’s sitting there…’
Emma said yes immediately, took the shopping bags from him and set about throwing together a quick salad and opening up the wine. This was probably the closest they’d ever get to domesticated bliss and she had to admit, she quite liked it. Life with Rupert was actually exactly how she’d imagined it to be.
Come ten p.m., he had somehow managed to drag one of the speakers outside and was twirling her around to some old 60s CD he’d dug out from one of the cupboards. He didn’t dance, fact, so it astonished her when he even asked.
They may have known each other for ten years, but they still had so much to learn… and she couldn’t wait either.
On a particularly quick spin, Rupert dipped her back and she found herself gazing up at him, a goofy smile plastered onto her face. She loved him, there was no denying that. Although admitting it to him was out of the question, she wasn’t about to take a step she knew he couldn’t because of his commitment problem – the problem being he wanted to commit to one too many people.
Their first real problem occurred only a minute after Emma’s realisation and while they were sharing a lingering kiss in the lazy summer sun. Simone and her little yapping dogs found them on the patio and she let out an almighty squeal of surprise, causing Rupert to drop Emma, who fell onto the ground in a heap. For the first time since their relationship had begun they’d been rumbled.
Talking Simone out of telling anyone was fairly easy. Apparently she loved a good scandal as much as the next person and promised to take the secret to the grave.
Whether a flaky actress pledging she’d rather die than tell of her co-star’s infidelity was a good thing, neither of them were particularly sure. But, for now, it would have to do as they didn’t really have any other choice in the matter. Depending on Simone was all they could do – unless they had her killed of course. But murder was so messy and who really wanted to be associated with that anyway.
Emma spent Friday afternoon curled up in an armchair reading over several scripts with a large glass of rosé wine clutched in her hand. It definitely made a change from lounging around on her bed at home with Alex bugging her every ten minutes. Having her own space had never seemed so appealing. Not that it was actually her own, she couldn’t technically call it that, but it came pretty damn close.
By the time Rupert made an appearance, she had dozed off, the empty glass balanced dangerously in-between her fingertips, mere seconds away from shattering across the floorboards. She didn’t even realise she’d fallen asleep until he took the glass from her, placed it to the table with a clunk and laid a tender kiss to her forehead. The feel of his fingertips brushing her hair from her eyes brought her back to reality.
‘Bedtime…’ he murmured into her ear after a moment, lacing his fingers through hers and urging her to get up from the chair. She moved, be it reluctantly, leaning against him as he led her upstairs.
Ten minutes later, Emma had flung her shirt across the bedroom and coaxed him down onto the bed to join her, all remnants of sleep forgotten as she lost herself in him. She wouldn’t ever be able to get enough. Satisfaction would be impossible as far as Rupert was concerned.
‘I have to be up at five,’ came the weak protest.
She ignored it and reached out to tug his t-shirt over his head, hands cupping his face and bringing his gaze back to hers. ‘This won’t take long,’ she assured him.
Rupert stared at her, expression unfathomable and an awkward silence followed before they both burst out laughing, her cheeks flushing pink immediately.
Silencing him with another kiss, her arms looping around his neck, she pulled him down on top of her without warning. ‘Sorry,’ she murmured eventually, words breathy and a playful sparkle in her eyes. ‘I didn’t mean-’
‘I know what you didn’t mean, Em… there’s no need to say it.’
Shaking her head, she closed her eyes, murmuring another, ‘Sorry, Rupes.’
Yet more laugher followed and it did indeed take longer than she first thought it would. She blamed him of course. Him and his giggle fits. But then, things never did go to plan when your boyfriend decided to start giggling when you were supposed to be doing something so much more interesting.
On Saturday, when she thought that maybe they could spend the entire day together, Rupert had to go off and film in the woods, which left her alone with nothing but her thoughts and another script to trawl through. She got ten pages in before tossing it aside and deciding to go for a walk around the town instead. And it was the perfect day for it, with the sun high in the sky and the streets not too busy.
Emma had just clambered over a stile at the edge of a field when her phone began to ring in her back pocket. She collapsed onto the grass beneath her the moment she got her other leg over the fence, and then pull out the phone, discovering Bonnie on the other end of the line.
‘Free on Tuesday night?’ she asked buoyantly. ‘Fancy doing dinner with Dan and me? We’d love it if you could.’
It took Emma a moment to realise that this wasn’t actually a question, but a request. She didn’t have any choice in the matter. Bonnie wanted her there and that was that.
‘Oh, I, umm… I think I’m free,’ she stuttered in reply.
Apparently Bonnie didn’t detect her hesitation, however noticeable. ‘Great,’ she enthused. ‘Now I need to give Rupert a call and we’re-’
‘I’ll do it!’ Why she had just done that, she did not know. ‘I said I’d call him tonight anyway. See how he’s getting on with the new film, catch up, you know.’
‘You will…?’ This time Bonnie did sound apprehensive as she spoke. ‘Are you sure?’
Emma nodded, even though she knew her friend couldn’t see. ‘Perfectly, one hundred percent,’ she said.
‘All right then.’ More apprehension. ‘Guess we’ll see you on Tuesday. Seven o’clock. I’ll let you know where when we’ve booked it.’
‘Great, I can’t wait, Bon!’
Yay, finally something that wasn’t a lie – it felt wonderful! She ended the call with another enthusiastic response and then flopped back onto the grass, covering her face with her hands and sighing loudly. God, she hated deceiving her friends, she really did. This needed to end and it needed to end soon.
.x.
