Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (12/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (12/26).
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,367.
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 12 – The Other Woman
Date: Friday 10th June 2011
Location: Notting Hill, London, England
By the time the sixth tabloid newspaper went through the shredder, Rupert was beginning to find it quite therapeutic. The coffee table was awash with black on white and distorted photographs. First to go through the shredder had been a heartbreaking shot of Emma’s tearstained face. He felt like an idiot, a complete and utter idiot, but above all else, he felt dreadful for hurting Emma so.
Curled up on the couch beside him, Aimée was thumbing through a copy of the Daily Mail. ‘You just wait until next week when all of the gossip mags get a hold of it,’ she said. ‘Going to buy all of them, too?’
He shook his head and then held out his hand for the page she’d turned to only moments before. Even from that distance he could see the ten year old picture of him grinning up from the paper. He didn’t need to read it to know what it would say. No matter what the name, all of the tabloids were the same when it came to scandal.
‘This one’s not so bad actually,’ she said then, handing it over all the same and shrugging her slim shoulders. ‘I mean, they did mention how nice you are normally.’
‘Great,’ he muttered and a second later her voice was drowned out by the sound of the machine doing its job.
Since the incident only two days ago, Rupert had been going out of his mind. Emma wouldn’t talk to him and Aimée had the hump because he kelp calling Emma to check on her. Either way, things weren’t particularly rosy in his life right now. He wanted to make things right again, but she’d officially stopped listening.
‘It’s not the end of the world, Rupert,’ said Aimée, patting the spot on the couch beside her and he reluctantly shuffled closer. He may very well be on the verge of breaking up with her, but he could still take great comfort from having her arms around him.
They sat like that for a while. Motionless, his head resting comfortably in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair, over and over again.
‘Have Dan and Bonnie set a date yet?’ she questioned several minutes later, breaking the silence surrounding them abruptly. ‘Do I need to go out shopping soon for new clothes?’
Rupert’s heart broke at her words and he sighed softly, squeezing his eyes shut, not wanting to look at her. ‘No idea,’ he murmured in response, threading his fingers through hers when she reached for his hand. ‘I don’t think they’re going to rush into anything by the sounds of things. Plus it means Bonnie has the time to make sure everything’s perfect.’ He smiled. ‘You know what she’s like.’
The attentive manner of Aimée’s hand slowed slightly then and he heard her exhale slowly. ‘I wouldn’t want to wait,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘Would you?’
He chose to open his eyes this time, looking up at her with a frown and attempting to figure out where the hell this conversation was going and if he actually wanted anymore to do with it. She was staring across the room, her eyes glazed over and a soft smile gracing her features.
Why in Gods name did Dan and Bonnie have to go and get engaged? It was only going to end up making life more difficult for him. He could already tell this was quickly going to become his girlfriend’s new obsession. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
‘Rupert?’
Oh right, he hadn’t answered her yet. Probably best not to start ignoring her right from the get go, one woman mad at him was enough to be getting on with. But he really didn’t feel happy talking marriage with her now, especially with everything that was going on with Emma.
‘I don’t…’ he started, although he didn’t know what he wanted to say. ‘No… I guess I wouldn’t.’
Aimée beamed at him, her fingers still playing lightly in his hair as she continued on. ‘Why haven’t we talked about this before?’
‘We’ve only been together for, I don’t know, eight-‘
‘Ten months and two days,’ she cut in. ‘You asked me out in September.’
‘Fine.’ He sighed. ‘We’ve only been together for-‘
‘Some people get married after three.’
Rupert inwardly cringed at that and then said quickly, ‘We’re not some people, Aims, we’re us.’
A sigh and she officially decided to leave his hair alone, dropping her hands down onto the couch. ‘Don’t you want to marry me? Is that is?’ she asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
‘I just… I didn’t think you – we were ready for that,’ he stammered, squeezing his eyes closed once again and praying for the conversation to end.
‘Well I am,’ was her simple reply.
‘Oh.’
Well, what else could he have possibly said? This wasn’t exactly the conversation he’d been expecting this evening upon getting home. After the trouble he’d received with the press, all he really wanted was a break and several hours of rest and relaxation. But it seemed, so long as Aimée had anything to do with it, it wouldn’t be happening tonight.
‘You look shocked,’ she said softly and he couldn’t help thinking that she’d just made the understatement of the year.
Rupert glanced at her a moment longer and then scrambled to his feet. ‘You know, I think I’m going to get an early night,’ he told her, casually running his hands through his hair and tidying up the mess she’d created. ‘The past couple of days they’ve been… really stressful.’
‘I’ll join you.’ She was on her feet before he had time to argue the fact, her arms snaking around his waist and her hands slipping up and under his shirt.
By the time he reached the bedroom, she had her head laid against his back, snuggled in as close to him as she could possibly be. He let a breath go slowly, untangling her gangly frame from his and tugging his t-shirt over his head. Several seconds later her dress had joined it on the floor and she’d slung her shoes into the corner of the room, crawling onto the bed beside him and laying her head against his chest.
He said nothing, wrapping his arm loosely around her and letting his eyes fall closed heavily. It didn’t take long for him to drift off and he soon found himself dozing, the sound of the busy London street below a comfort to him.
‘Rupert?’ Aimée’s voice came suddenly crashing through the silence. ‘Are you still awake?’
Beneath the covers his hands balled up into fists, yet he managed to keep his breathing regulated and muttered, ‘No…’
‘Oh… OK.’
Silence followed and he’d just about convinced himself the conversation was over, when she added, ‘Do you want kids?’
This time Rupert couldn’t ignore her and he forced his eyes open, looking down at her curled up against him. ‘Where is all of this coming from, Aims?’ he asked on a breath, trying his hardest to read her expression. He couldn’t continue to be so hard on her, something was bugging her or else she wouldn’t be asking all of these questions.
She shook her head, averting her gaze, her fingertips lightly walking a path up his arm. ‘Nowhere, it’s nothing, I-‘ she cut herself off and bit down on her lip. ‘Thinking out loud, that’s all.’
He moved to prop himself up on his elbows and perked an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure?’ he questioned apprehensively. ‘Because if there’s any-’
Her lips cut him off, crashing down onto his in a deep kiss. ‘There’s nothing wrong,’ she said upon pulling back, ‘I promise you.’
Nodding, Rupert kissed her again softly and then lay back down, hugging her close as she settled on top of him. He didn’t believe her, but there was no point in arguing over it now. Tomorrow he’d be on his way back up to the Lake District for another two weeks or so of filming, it could wait until he got back. And if not… well he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
.x.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,367.
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 12 – The Other Woman
Date: Friday 10th June 2011
Location: Notting Hill, London, England
By the time the sixth tabloid newspaper went through the shredder, Rupert was beginning to find it quite therapeutic. The coffee table was awash with black on white and distorted photographs. First to go through the shredder had been a heartbreaking shot of Emma’s tearstained face. He felt like an idiot, a complete and utter idiot, but above all else, he felt dreadful for hurting Emma so.
Curled up on the couch beside him, Aimée was thumbing through a copy of the Daily Mail. ‘You just wait until next week when all of the gossip mags get a hold of it,’ she said. ‘Going to buy all of them, too?’
He shook his head and then held out his hand for the page she’d turned to only moments before. Even from that distance he could see the ten year old picture of him grinning up from the paper. He didn’t need to read it to know what it would say. No matter what the name, all of the tabloids were the same when it came to scandal.
‘This one’s not so bad actually,’ she said then, handing it over all the same and shrugging her slim shoulders. ‘I mean, they did mention how nice you are normally.’
‘Great,’ he muttered and a second later her voice was drowned out by the sound of the machine doing its job.
Since the incident only two days ago, Rupert had been going out of his mind. Emma wouldn’t talk to him and Aimée had the hump because he kelp calling Emma to check on her. Either way, things weren’t particularly rosy in his life right now. He wanted to make things right again, but she’d officially stopped listening.
‘It’s not the end of the world, Rupert,’ said Aimée, patting the spot on the couch beside her and he reluctantly shuffled closer. He may very well be on the verge of breaking up with her, but he could still take great comfort from having her arms around him.
They sat like that for a while. Motionless, his head resting comfortably in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair, over and over again.
‘Have Dan and Bonnie set a date yet?’ she questioned several minutes later, breaking the silence surrounding them abruptly. ‘Do I need to go out shopping soon for new clothes?’
Rupert’s heart broke at her words and he sighed softly, squeezing his eyes shut, not wanting to look at her. ‘No idea,’ he murmured in response, threading his fingers through hers when she reached for his hand. ‘I don’t think they’re going to rush into anything by the sounds of things. Plus it means Bonnie has the time to make sure everything’s perfect.’ He smiled. ‘You know what she’s like.’
The attentive manner of Aimée’s hand slowed slightly then and he heard her exhale slowly. ‘I wouldn’t want to wait,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘Would you?’
He chose to open his eyes this time, looking up at her with a frown and attempting to figure out where the hell this conversation was going and if he actually wanted anymore to do with it. She was staring across the room, her eyes glazed over and a soft smile gracing her features.
Why in Gods name did Dan and Bonnie have to go and get engaged? It was only going to end up making life more difficult for him. He could already tell this was quickly going to become his girlfriend’s new obsession. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
‘Rupert?’
Oh right, he hadn’t answered her yet. Probably best not to start ignoring her right from the get go, one woman mad at him was enough to be getting on with. But he really didn’t feel happy talking marriage with her now, especially with everything that was going on with Emma.
‘I don’t…’ he started, although he didn’t know what he wanted to say. ‘No… I guess I wouldn’t.’
Aimée beamed at him, her fingers still playing lightly in his hair as she continued on. ‘Why haven’t we talked about this before?’
‘We’ve only been together for, I don’t know, eight-‘
‘Ten months and two days,’ she cut in. ‘You asked me out in September.’
‘Fine.’ He sighed. ‘We’ve only been together for-‘
‘Some people get married after three.’
Rupert inwardly cringed at that and then said quickly, ‘We’re not some people, Aims, we’re us.’
A sigh and she officially decided to leave his hair alone, dropping her hands down onto the couch. ‘Don’t you want to marry me? Is that is?’ she asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
‘I just… I didn’t think you – we were ready for that,’ he stammered, squeezing his eyes closed once again and praying for the conversation to end.
‘Well I am,’ was her simple reply.
‘Oh.’
Well, what else could he have possibly said? This wasn’t exactly the conversation he’d been expecting this evening upon getting home. After the trouble he’d received with the press, all he really wanted was a break and several hours of rest and relaxation. But it seemed, so long as Aimée had anything to do with it, it wouldn’t be happening tonight.
‘You look shocked,’ she said softly and he couldn’t help thinking that she’d just made the understatement of the year.
Rupert glanced at her a moment longer and then scrambled to his feet. ‘You know, I think I’m going to get an early night,’ he told her, casually running his hands through his hair and tidying up the mess she’d created. ‘The past couple of days they’ve been… really stressful.’
‘I’ll join you.’ She was on her feet before he had time to argue the fact, her arms snaking around his waist and her hands slipping up and under his shirt.
By the time he reached the bedroom, she had her head laid against his back, snuggled in as close to him as she could possibly be. He let a breath go slowly, untangling her gangly frame from his and tugging his t-shirt over his head. Several seconds later her dress had joined it on the floor and she’d slung her shoes into the corner of the room, crawling onto the bed beside him and laying her head against his chest.
He said nothing, wrapping his arm loosely around her and letting his eyes fall closed heavily. It didn’t take long for him to drift off and he soon found himself dozing, the sound of the busy London street below a comfort to him.
‘Rupert?’ Aimée’s voice came suddenly crashing through the silence. ‘Are you still awake?’
Beneath the covers his hands balled up into fists, yet he managed to keep his breathing regulated and muttered, ‘No…’
‘Oh… OK.’
Silence followed and he’d just about convinced himself the conversation was over, when she added, ‘Do you want kids?’
This time Rupert couldn’t ignore her and he forced his eyes open, looking down at her curled up against him. ‘Where is all of this coming from, Aims?’ he asked on a breath, trying his hardest to read her expression. He couldn’t continue to be so hard on her, something was bugging her or else she wouldn’t be asking all of these questions.
She shook her head, averting her gaze, her fingertips lightly walking a path up his arm. ‘Nowhere, it’s nothing, I-‘ she cut herself off and bit down on her lip. ‘Thinking out loud, that’s all.’
He moved to prop himself up on his elbows and perked an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure?’ he questioned apprehensively. ‘Because if there’s any-’
Her lips cut him off, crashing down onto his in a deep kiss. ‘There’s nothing wrong,’ she said upon pulling back, ‘I promise you.’
Nodding, Rupert kissed her again softly and then lay back down, hugging her close as she settled on top of him. He didn’t believe her, but there was no point in arguing over it now. Tomorrow he’d be on his way back up to the Lake District for another two weeks or so of filming, it could wait until he got back. And if not… well he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
.x.
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Date: 2008-08-05 09:59 am (UTC)Rupert should talk about marriage and kids with Emma, not with her :(. Heather, please tell me that Aimee will go soon ....
*I'm being mean here, but I do not care :P*