Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (10/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (10/26).
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,915.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Say Goodbye
Chapter 10 – Always In the Shadow
Date: Tuesday 7th June, 2011
Location: Sketch, London, England
For twenty minutes now, head resting on his hands, Rupert had been having a staring competition with his wine glass as he watched the way the candle light reflected in the blood red liquid. Five minutes after that, Emma kicked him in the shin and his elbow slipped off the edge of the table with a loud bang that caused several people to look around eyebrows raised.
‘Do you have to?’ she hissed into his ear.
He looked at her, mouth set in a deep frown. ‘They’re almost an hour late, Em. Forgive me for being a little bored by now,’ he answered. ‘We could just order some soup or something. I think they do a nice French onion-’
‘No!’ Emma looked perplexed, running her fingers in her hair. ‘We can’t order until they get here, that would be rude.’
Rupert’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline at her comment and he quickly argued, ‘And being an hour late isn’t rude?’ He picked up his fork – one of six actually – and examined it for something to do. ‘I’m working at the moment. I don’t have the time to just sit around in restaurants all night long unlike some people I know.’
Shaking her head, she reached out for her wine and took a generous gulp. ‘So, pray tell… if you weren’t sitting here right now, what would you be doing?’
His own hand snaked out for his glass and then he glanced in her direction suggestively, a playful smile pulling at his lips before he took a sip. ‘Well…’ he started.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, although it wasn’t hard to miss the giggle that escaped only a moment later. ‘Grow up,’ she murmured as a soft blush began to creep its way up her neck. ‘You’re just – you’re unbelievable Rupert Grint! Don’t talk to me anymore. I don’t want to be associated with you.’
He laughed, drinking deeply from the glass in his hand before placing it down again and letting his fingers brush against hers as he did so. As always, the touch was electrifying and immediately he craved more of her, more than he could have. She reacted well, curling into him a little more and her hand dropping down onto his thigh, rubbing gently. It was a shame about the location and the dreadful timing really.
‘You’re a liar, Emma Watson,’ he murmured, grinning at her from behind his glass, eyes sparkling.
With another shake of her head, she shushed him, looking around the restaurant instead and at their present company.
In the end Bonnie decided on Sketch, one of the higher class restaurants in the city, famous for its crazy décor and its varied menu. Apparently whatever they were all meeting for tonight was a big deal for her and she only wanted the best. Rupert would have been quite happy spending the evening in The Ivy eating fish and chips and drinking a pint of Fosters, but it seemed he didn’t have much choice in the matter when Bonnie had made up her mind.
‘More wine, sir?’
He blinked, coming face to face with one of the waiters brandishing a fresh bottle of red wine, over-enthused smile fixed firmly into place.
‘Sure,’ said Rupert absently, watching as his glass was filled up for the forth time that evening.
Beside him, Emma perked an eyebrow and then giggled the moment the waiter left. ‘I think someone has their eye on you,’ she said softly. ‘He’s been watching you since we stepped foot in the place. He’s like a little lovesick puppy, it’s quite cute really.’
At this, Rupert followed her gaze, watching as the waiter stopped at someone else’s table to take their order. ‘Is that why he’s trying to get me drunk? Want to tell him I’m not interested?’
‘Might come in handy later though,’ she observed, her hand sliding slowly higher up his thigh, fingers burning like fire through the thin fabric of his suit trousers. ‘Although, if you drink anymore I don’t think you’ll be capable of incoherent thought by the time the night is out, so perhaps not the best idea.’
‘Blame him. He’s the one who keeps topping up my glass…’ Lifting said glass, he held it out for her to see to prove his point and chuckled lightly. ‘Can I afford to keep drinking this?’
Emma laughed. ‘It’s almost fifty pound a glass, but Dan’s paying tonight according to Bonnie, so yes you can.’
‘Oh.’ He stopped, considering this for a moment, and then downed the contents without a second thought, closing his eyes as the ruby red liquid warmed him to the core. His head was already spinning; another glass wouldn’t make much difference, no matter what the percentage was.
‘I’m not carrying you home tonight, Rupes,’ she murmured playfully. ‘Take it easy.’
Shrugging nonchalantly, he bit on his lip and decided to do as she said, giving the wine a rest for the time being at least. Fortunately for Emma, Dan and Bonnie showed up five minutes later to distract him, but they still leapt away from each other like guilty teenagers, as if their friends would somehow know they were up to something if they sat too close together.
Dan rushed off immediately to talk to one of the waiters about something, while Bonnie settled down at the table with them, smoothing out the creases in her silk dress attentively.
‘I’m really sorry guys,’ she apologised softly. ‘We got stuck in traffic after Dan forgot his wallet.’ She smiled, moving to brush a piece of her hair from out of her face as she sat.
It was all it took for Rupert to notice the striking difference in his former onscreen sister.
‘Bloody hell, Bon!’ he exclaimed, eyes widening.
Emma glanced over at him, her eyebrows raised in annoyance as though he’d just said something extremely out of term. But it seemed his girlfriend – could he even call her that? He didn’t know – had blinked and missed the one thing she should have been the one to notice.
Bonnie on the other hand had realised exactly what he’d seen and was looking rather sheepish, trying her hardest to avoid eye contact and hide behind her hair.
‘What? What’s going on?’
With a sigh, the redhead held out her left hand towards Emma. A second after that, Rupert jumped back in his seat as she let out a high pitched squeal. Once again, the diners within close proximity turned to them, tutting and muttering under their breath, disapproving scowls out in full force.
‘When did this happen?’ asked Emma.
Her gaze was fixed intently to the diamond ring sitting comfortably upon Bonnie’s finger, her lips curled up into the softest of smiles.
‘A week ago I suppose,’ was the timid reply.
‘Why didn’t you say something?’
This time Rupert decided to chip in and as he leant an elbow on the table, he murmured, ‘Probably because she wanted to keep it a surprise for tonight.’ He received a punch in the arm for his troubles and sat back again, shaking his head, wondering why he’d bothered.
The ring adorning Bonnie’s freckle dusted finger – as she explained shortly afterwards – was platinum with a half carat diamond (not as extravagant as Rupert had first thought) and spiralled delicately towards her knuckle. According to her, carat size aside, it had set Dan back a pretty penny all the same.
‘I’m – I just –‘ Emma was still stammering over the piece of jewellery. ‘It’s beautiful, Bon, absolutely beautiful.’
When she looked back in his direction, he noticed the change in her immediately. He’d recognise that blatant envy burning in her eyes anywhere. He’d seen it on set enough after all. Emma Watson was jealous, that was the long and short of it. He wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to be jealous of, but the words wouldn’t come – not tonight at least.
Dan flopped back down at the table several minutes later and Emma wasted no time in jumping up and flinging her arms around him, gushing congratulations and covering him in kisses.
Beside them, Bonnie was laughing to herself as she looked over her menu, her bright blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
‘Well, if you haven’t already guessed by now – we’re engaged!’
Dan’s announcement, accompanied by an awful lot of laughter, came when Emma finally pulled back for air and to steal a quick drink of wine.
‘Never would have known, mate,’ teased Rupert, finally getting the chance to bestow his own congratulations on the couple and shaking Dan’s hand. ‘I suppose one of us had to be the first. Rather you than me though, I don’t really think I’m cut out for married life.’
At this, Emma bristled, and he could feel her eyes upon him as he shrugged awkwardly, his next words dying in his throat.
‘Why couldn’t Aimée make it tonight, Rupe? It would have been nice to see her,’ Bonnie said, idly waving a waiter over to their table. ‘Is everyone ready to order? I’m starved.’
‘She’s in Cardiff tonight actually, on one of the rescheduled dates,’ he explained half-heartedly, feeling Emma’s hand slide up his thigh once more. ‘Didn’t want to let them down again, you know how it is.’
He risked a glance in Emma’s direction as he finished, finding her attention firmly upon the menu in front of her, even though the actions of her skilful fingers said otherwise. It was the sudden talk of Aimée that had done it – the instinct to fight and to win, no matter what it took. Emma couldn’t stand it whenever she was mentioned and always felt compelled to remind him exactly of who he was with.
Once dinner had been ordered, the topic of conversation turned to work, and Dan spent a good twenty minutes rambling about the project he’d signed up for the previous week. Hugh Grant was involved and Dan couldn’t have been happier it seemed.
Bonnie however was going through a quiet spell much like Emma’s and the two girls talked script reading for a few minutes.
Rupert sat there and continued to examine his cutlery.
Shortly after that, the food began to arrive. Plate after plate of bizarre looking dishes that they took turns in tasting first.
Rupert wasn’t entirely sure how he would manage eight courses, although threw himself in with gusto, regardless of how much he’d be able to eat (or not eat as the case may be). By the time they reached the third course, he found himself picking his way through a couple of them as he decided whether they were safe for human consumption or not. When Dan assured him that he wasn’t about to die of food poisoning he carried on quite happily, glugging wine down as he did so.
The food was, in fact, very good, yet he still couldn’t see what all of the fuss was about.
By the time Emma finished lavishly licking the chocolate mousse from her spoon, eyes trained on him as she did so, it was pushing for one a.m. They retired to the bar for the last hour and Rupert decided it would be a good idea to crack open several bottles of Dom Perignon – something he would later come to regret.
But what did it matter anyway, it was a glorious day and they were supposed to be celebrating after all, weren’t they? A drink or two never hurt anyone.
A/N: Bonnie's engagement ring looks a little like this.
.x.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,915.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Chapter 10 – Always In the Shadow
Date: Tuesday 7th June, 2011
Location: Sketch, London, England
For twenty minutes now, head resting on his hands, Rupert had been having a staring competition with his wine glass as he watched the way the candle light reflected in the blood red liquid. Five minutes after that, Emma kicked him in the shin and his elbow slipped off the edge of the table with a loud bang that caused several people to look around eyebrows raised.
‘Do you have to?’ she hissed into his ear.
He looked at her, mouth set in a deep frown. ‘They’re almost an hour late, Em. Forgive me for being a little bored by now,’ he answered. ‘We could just order some soup or something. I think they do a nice French onion-’
‘No!’ Emma looked perplexed, running her fingers in her hair. ‘We can’t order until they get here, that would be rude.’
Rupert’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline at her comment and he quickly argued, ‘And being an hour late isn’t rude?’ He picked up his fork – one of six actually – and examined it for something to do. ‘I’m working at the moment. I don’t have the time to just sit around in restaurants all night long unlike some people I know.’
Shaking her head, she reached out for her wine and took a generous gulp. ‘So, pray tell… if you weren’t sitting here right now, what would you be doing?’
His own hand snaked out for his glass and then he glanced in her direction suggestively, a playful smile pulling at his lips before he took a sip. ‘Well…’ he started.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, although it wasn’t hard to miss the giggle that escaped only a moment later. ‘Grow up,’ she murmured as a soft blush began to creep its way up her neck. ‘You’re just – you’re unbelievable Rupert Grint! Don’t talk to me anymore. I don’t want to be associated with you.’
He laughed, drinking deeply from the glass in his hand before placing it down again and letting his fingers brush against hers as he did so. As always, the touch was electrifying and immediately he craved more of her, more than he could have. She reacted well, curling into him a little more and her hand dropping down onto his thigh, rubbing gently. It was a shame about the location and the dreadful timing really.
‘You’re a liar, Emma Watson,’ he murmured, grinning at her from behind his glass, eyes sparkling.
With another shake of her head, she shushed him, looking around the restaurant instead and at their present company.
In the end Bonnie decided on Sketch, one of the higher class restaurants in the city, famous for its crazy décor and its varied menu. Apparently whatever they were all meeting for tonight was a big deal for her and she only wanted the best. Rupert would have been quite happy spending the evening in The Ivy eating fish and chips and drinking a pint of Fosters, but it seemed he didn’t have much choice in the matter when Bonnie had made up her mind.
‘More wine, sir?’
He blinked, coming face to face with one of the waiters brandishing a fresh bottle of red wine, over-enthused smile fixed firmly into place.
‘Sure,’ said Rupert absently, watching as his glass was filled up for the forth time that evening.
Beside him, Emma perked an eyebrow and then giggled the moment the waiter left. ‘I think someone has their eye on you,’ she said softly. ‘He’s been watching you since we stepped foot in the place. He’s like a little lovesick puppy, it’s quite cute really.’
At this, Rupert followed her gaze, watching as the waiter stopped at someone else’s table to take their order. ‘Is that why he’s trying to get me drunk? Want to tell him I’m not interested?’
‘Might come in handy later though,’ she observed, her hand sliding slowly higher up his thigh, fingers burning like fire through the thin fabric of his suit trousers. ‘Although, if you drink anymore I don’t think you’ll be capable of incoherent thought by the time the night is out, so perhaps not the best idea.’
‘Blame him. He’s the one who keeps topping up my glass…’ Lifting said glass, he held it out for her to see to prove his point and chuckled lightly. ‘Can I afford to keep drinking this?’
Emma laughed. ‘It’s almost fifty pound a glass, but Dan’s paying tonight according to Bonnie, so yes you can.’
‘Oh.’ He stopped, considering this for a moment, and then downed the contents without a second thought, closing his eyes as the ruby red liquid warmed him to the core. His head was already spinning; another glass wouldn’t make much difference, no matter what the percentage was.
‘I’m not carrying you home tonight, Rupes,’ she murmured playfully. ‘Take it easy.’
Shrugging nonchalantly, he bit on his lip and decided to do as she said, giving the wine a rest for the time being at least. Fortunately for Emma, Dan and Bonnie showed up five minutes later to distract him, but they still leapt away from each other like guilty teenagers, as if their friends would somehow know they were up to something if they sat too close together.
Dan rushed off immediately to talk to one of the waiters about something, while Bonnie settled down at the table with them, smoothing out the creases in her silk dress attentively.
‘I’m really sorry guys,’ she apologised softly. ‘We got stuck in traffic after Dan forgot his wallet.’ She smiled, moving to brush a piece of her hair from out of her face as she sat.
It was all it took for Rupert to notice the striking difference in his former onscreen sister.
‘Bloody hell, Bon!’ he exclaimed, eyes widening.
Emma glanced over at him, her eyebrows raised in annoyance as though he’d just said something extremely out of term. But it seemed his girlfriend – could he even call her that? He didn’t know – had blinked and missed the one thing she should have been the one to notice.
Bonnie on the other hand had realised exactly what he’d seen and was looking rather sheepish, trying her hardest to avoid eye contact and hide behind her hair.
‘What? What’s going on?’
With a sigh, the redhead held out her left hand towards Emma. A second after that, Rupert jumped back in his seat as she let out a high pitched squeal. Once again, the diners within close proximity turned to them, tutting and muttering under their breath, disapproving scowls out in full force.
‘When did this happen?’ asked Emma.
Her gaze was fixed intently to the diamond ring sitting comfortably upon Bonnie’s finger, her lips curled up into the softest of smiles.
‘A week ago I suppose,’ was the timid reply.
‘Why didn’t you say something?’
This time Rupert decided to chip in and as he leant an elbow on the table, he murmured, ‘Probably because she wanted to keep it a surprise for tonight.’ He received a punch in the arm for his troubles and sat back again, shaking his head, wondering why he’d bothered.
The ring adorning Bonnie’s freckle dusted finger – as she explained shortly afterwards – was platinum with a half carat diamond (not as extravagant as Rupert had first thought) and spiralled delicately towards her knuckle. According to her, carat size aside, it had set Dan back a pretty penny all the same.
‘I’m – I just –‘ Emma was still stammering over the piece of jewellery. ‘It’s beautiful, Bon, absolutely beautiful.’
When she looked back in his direction, he noticed the change in her immediately. He’d recognise that blatant envy burning in her eyes anywhere. He’d seen it on set enough after all. Emma Watson was jealous, that was the long and short of it. He wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to be jealous of, but the words wouldn’t come – not tonight at least.
Dan flopped back down at the table several minutes later and Emma wasted no time in jumping up and flinging her arms around him, gushing congratulations and covering him in kisses.
Beside them, Bonnie was laughing to herself as she looked over her menu, her bright blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
‘Well, if you haven’t already guessed by now – we’re engaged!’
Dan’s announcement, accompanied by an awful lot of laughter, came when Emma finally pulled back for air and to steal a quick drink of wine.
‘Never would have known, mate,’ teased Rupert, finally getting the chance to bestow his own congratulations on the couple and shaking Dan’s hand. ‘I suppose one of us had to be the first. Rather you than me though, I don’t really think I’m cut out for married life.’
At this, Emma bristled, and he could feel her eyes upon him as he shrugged awkwardly, his next words dying in his throat.
‘Why couldn’t Aimée make it tonight, Rupe? It would have been nice to see her,’ Bonnie said, idly waving a waiter over to their table. ‘Is everyone ready to order? I’m starved.’
‘She’s in Cardiff tonight actually, on one of the rescheduled dates,’ he explained half-heartedly, feeling Emma’s hand slide up his thigh once more. ‘Didn’t want to let them down again, you know how it is.’
He risked a glance in Emma’s direction as he finished, finding her attention firmly upon the menu in front of her, even though the actions of her skilful fingers said otherwise. It was the sudden talk of Aimée that had done it – the instinct to fight and to win, no matter what it took. Emma couldn’t stand it whenever she was mentioned and always felt compelled to remind him exactly of who he was with.
Once dinner had been ordered, the topic of conversation turned to work, and Dan spent a good twenty minutes rambling about the project he’d signed up for the previous week. Hugh Grant was involved and Dan couldn’t have been happier it seemed.
Bonnie however was going through a quiet spell much like Emma’s and the two girls talked script reading for a few minutes.
Rupert sat there and continued to examine his cutlery.
Shortly after that, the food began to arrive. Plate after plate of bizarre looking dishes that they took turns in tasting first.
Rupert wasn’t entirely sure how he would manage eight courses, although threw himself in with gusto, regardless of how much he’d be able to eat (or not eat as the case may be). By the time they reached the third course, he found himself picking his way through a couple of them as he decided whether they were safe for human consumption or not. When Dan assured him that he wasn’t about to die of food poisoning he carried on quite happily, glugging wine down as he did so.
The food was, in fact, very good, yet he still couldn’t see what all of the fuss was about.
By the time Emma finished lavishly licking the chocolate mousse from her spoon, eyes trained on him as she did so, it was pushing for one a.m. They retired to the bar for the last hour and Rupert decided it would be a good idea to crack open several bottles of Dom Perignon – something he would later come to regret.
But what did it matter anyway, it was a glorious day and they were supposed to be celebrating after all, weren’t they? A drink or two never hurt anyone.
A/N: Bonnie's engagement ring looks a little like this.
.x.
