Fic: RPF: Tongue-Tied.
Title: Tongue-Tied.
Author: cloudysky
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Pairing: Matt Smith/Karen Gillan.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Real person fic.
Word count: 1,139.
Summary: A wrong choice of words ends in disaster... sort of.
A/N: Written for the Matt&Karen ficathon over at MattKaren, for timetraveled who wanted Matt/Karen, Eleven and Amy's wedding outfits and a possible snog in the shubbery.
Tongue-Tied
‘Kaz, you look--’ don’t say it, do not say it, Matt ‘--disgusting!’
Karen’s mouth falls open and before he has the chance to escape or even take the comment back, she’s darted forward and slapped him upside the head, knocking his top hat off in the process. ‘Oh, that’s nice!’ she says, shaking her head. ‘I do not look disgusting, thank you very much. Not even slightly.’
And of course she doesn’t, he knows that she doesn’t and he’s not entirely sure why he even said it actually... Too late now though, the damage is done.
He sighs, opens his mouth to blurt out an explanation, but she’s already set off across the lawn. In typical Karen fashion she’s trying her hardest to storm off, although her red heels keep sinking into the grass every other step and she’s eventually forced to stop, tearing the shoes off and throwing them away from her with a shriek.
Matt stays where he is, idly fiddling with the scarf he has around his neck as she stumbles her way back toward the manor house they’d been filming in.
But then she stops again, head dropping down, clearly frustrated as she reaches the gravelly path in naught but her stocking feet. Her shoulders slump, the fire gone now, and then she whirls around to face him again.
‘You know what? You’re a--’
Extremely aware she’s about to start shouting at him, Matt ducks down to retrieve his top hat and races after her, cutting her off before she gets any further by laying a finger to her lips. Her eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up in annoyance and for one brief moment he’s sure she's about to try biting his finger to get away. She doesn’t, thankfully, and merely stands there, waiting.
‘Sorry,’ he murmurs, ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘Damn right you shouldn’t!’ Karen argues as soon as he’s removed his hand. ‘Do you make a habit of telling brides they look disgusting?’
Matt laughs. ‘You’re not a bride, Kaz.’
Shaking her head again, she huffs and folds her arms across her chest. ‘Closest I’m going to come to one at the moment,’ she says, still determined to win the argument.
He decides it’s not worth it and nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, a light smile gracing his features. 'Whatever you say,' he answers, humouring her for now. 'But to answer your question, no, I don't make a habit of it.'
'I'm special, huh?'
Matt's smile fades as he contemplates telling her just how special she is. He's not entirely sure it's the right time though and to be honest he doesn't think it ever will be the right time for as long as he's the one involved. He's been called emotionally retarded before now and he's pretty sure the comment wasn't too far off the mark.
Letting a breath go slowly, he stares at her for a while, his eyes undoubtedly giving everything away. 'You're very special,' he responds finally.
That does it it seems, and a second later, Karen begins to laugh. Not a soft giggle or a small titter she attempts to hide behind her hand, oh no, a full bellied laugh that sees her doubled over and practically on the floor.
Matt watches in silence, blinks, and then asks, 'What?'
He realises now he missed the joke or, quite possibly, that the joke is on him. She's laughing even harder now, clutching her side, eyes streaming. Oh yeah, he definitely missed something.
'You're such a--' Karen stops, her explanation interrupted by a snort of laughter before she moves to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand. 'Sorry. But you're so dense sometimes.'
Oh, OK, so she has been teasing him, has she? The joke was very much on him then.
'I caught you staring first thing this morning. Well... I say I did, actually it was Arthur who pointed it out,' she explains, still fighting laughter as she takes a step closer to him. 'Like the dress, do you?'
Matt remains motionless at first, attempting to vet the situation, but then he admits defeat as his gaze drops to the ground and his cheeks flush ever so slightly.
'Ha! I knew it!'
She's entirely too pleased with herself and he's not having that.
'Of course, I'm not the only one who's been staring today though, am I...?' he starts light-heartedly, happy to avoid the original subject at all costs. 'When I--'
'No! Oh no! You are not turning this around onto me Matt Smith. Don't even think about it.' Karen looks unnerved and edges away, her advances undone in a matter of seconds. 'We were talking about you.'
Matt smiles, he has her now. 'But this is about me, and the fact you couldn't keep your eyes off me during lunch.'
‘That is... not true at all,’ she says, but it’s obvious she’s making excuses.
‘We both know it is.’ He’s grinning, rather incessantly, as he advances on her now. ‘I don’t know Kaz, teasing me, and then refusing to face the truth yourself,’ he adds, taunting her. ‘Coward.’
Karen scowls at that, she’s still playing the game, but for a moment he’s a little worried for his welfare as she unexpectedly launches herself at him. Her body collides with his, hard, and he stumbles back, crashing straight into one of the neatly trimmed topiaries.
At first neither one of them move and to be honest, Matt’s a little unsure as to whether he should move considering the way Karen is now sprawled all over him. He shifts his gaze from their rather compromising position and to her face instead, risking a small smile.
Karen smiles back, but it is short lived as she growls out, ‘Don’t you call me a coward again.’
It’s too hard to resist, his face breaking out into an infectious grin, a single word slipping from his lips once again, ‘Coward.’
A second later her lips are on his, warm and insistent, her fingers curling up into his unruly hair. He’s stunned and a tad unsure what to do with himself, hands flailing around briefly. By the time he’s got his head straight and told himself it’s about time to think about kissing back, she’s pulled away and whispered, ‘Who’s the coward now, hmm?’
She smiles, eyes lighting up, and then leans in to kiss him once more.
This time around he returns it, cupping her face in his hands as he surrenders himself to her, the teasing and fighting suddenly forgotten.
Things would have been a hell of a lot simpler if they’d just done this in the first place.
‘By the way...’ Karen murmurs a short while later, pulling back and turning her attention to his neck instead, ‘I really do like that hat.’
Author: cloudysky
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Pairing: Matt Smith/Karen Gillan.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Real person fic.
Word count: 1,139.
Summary: A wrong choice of words ends in disaster... sort of.
A/N: Written for the Matt&Karen ficathon over at MattKaren, for timetraveled who wanted Matt/Karen, Eleven and Amy's wedding outfits and a possible snog in the shubbery.
Tongue-Tied
‘Kaz, you look--’ don’t say it, do not say it, Matt ‘--disgusting!’
Karen’s mouth falls open and before he has the chance to escape or even take the comment back, she’s darted forward and slapped him upside the head, knocking his top hat off in the process. ‘Oh, that’s nice!’ she says, shaking her head. ‘I do not look disgusting, thank you very much. Not even slightly.’
And of course she doesn’t, he knows that she doesn’t and he’s not entirely sure why he even said it actually... Too late now though, the damage is done.
He sighs, opens his mouth to blurt out an explanation, but she’s already set off across the lawn. In typical Karen fashion she’s trying her hardest to storm off, although her red heels keep sinking into the grass every other step and she’s eventually forced to stop, tearing the shoes off and throwing them away from her with a shriek.
Matt stays where he is, idly fiddling with the scarf he has around his neck as she stumbles her way back toward the manor house they’d been filming in.
But then she stops again, head dropping down, clearly frustrated as she reaches the gravelly path in naught but her stocking feet. Her shoulders slump, the fire gone now, and then she whirls around to face him again.
‘You know what? You’re a--’
Extremely aware she’s about to start shouting at him, Matt ducks down to retrieve his top hat and races after her, cutting her off before she gets any further by laying a finger to her lips. Her eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up in annoyance and for one brief moment he’s sure she's about to try biting his finger to get away. She doesn’t, thankfully, and merely stands there, waiting.
‘Sorry,’ he murmurs, ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘Damn right you shouldn’t!’ Karen argues as soon as he’s removed his hand. ‘Do you make a habit of telling brides they look disgusting?’
Matt laughs. ‘You’re not a bride, Kaz.’
Shaking her head again, she huffs and folds her arms across her chest. ‘Closest I’m going to come to one at the moment,’ she says, still determined to win the argument.
He decides it’s not worth it and nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, a light smile gracing his features. 'Whatever you say,' he answers, humouring her for now. 'But to answer your question, no, I don't make a habit of it.'
'I'm special, huh?'
Matt's smile fades as he contemplates telling her just how special she is. He's not entirely sure it's the right time though and to be honest he doesn't think it ever will be the right time for as long as he's the one involved. He's been called emotionally retarded before now and he's pretty sure the comment wasn't too far off the mark.
Letting a breath go slowly, he stares at her for a while, his eyes undoubtedly giving everything away. 'You're very special,' he responds finally.
That does it it seems, and a second later, Karen begins to laugh. Not a soft giggle or a small titter she attempts to hide behind her hand, oh no, a full bellied laugh that sees her doubled over and practically on the floor.
Matt watches in silence, blinks, and then asks, 'What?'
He realises now he missed the joke or, quite possibly, that the joke is on him. She's laughing even harder now, clutching her side, eyes streaming. Oh yeah, he definitely missed something.
'You're such a--' Karen stops, her explanation interrupted by a snort of laughter before she moves to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand. 'Sorry. But you're so dense sometimes.'
Oh, OK, so she has been teasing him, has she? The joke was very much on him then.
'I caught you staring first thing this morning. Well... I say I did, actually it was Arthur who pointed it out,' she explains, still fighting laughter as she takes a step closer to him. 'Like the dress, do you?'
Matt remains motionless at first, attempting to vet the situation, but then he admits defeat as his gaze drops to the ground and his cheeks flush ever so slightly.
'Ha! I knew it!'
She's entirely too pleased with herself and he's not having that.
'Of course, I'm not the only one who's been staring today though, am I...?' he starts light-heartedly, happy to avoid the original subject at all costs. 'When I--'
'No! Oh no! You are not turning this around onto me Matt Smith. Don't even think about it.' Karen looks unnerved and edges away, her advances undone in a matter of seconds. 'We were talking about you.'
Matt smiles, he has her now. 'But this is about me, and the fact you couldn't keep your eyes off me during lunch.'
‘That is... not true at all,’ she says, but it’s obvious she’s making excuses.
‘We both know it is.’ He’s grinning, rather incessantly, as he advances on her now. ‘I don’t know Kaz, teasing me, and then refusing to face the truth yourself,’ he adds, taunting her. ‘Coward.’
Karen scowls at that, she’s still playing the game, but for a moment he’s a little worried for his welfare as she unexpectedly launches herself at him. Her body collides with his, hard, and he stumbles back, crashing straight into one of the neatly trimmed topiaries.
At first neither one of them move and to be honest, Matt’s a little unsure as to whether he should move considering the way Karen is now sprawled all over him. He shifts his gaze from their rather compromising position and to her face instead, risking a small smile.
Karen smiles back, but it is short lived as she growls out, ‘Don’t you call me a coward again.’
It’s too hard to resist, his face breaking out into an infectious grin, a single word slipping from his lips once again, ‘Coward.’
A second later her lips are on his, warm and insistent, her fingers curling up into his unruly hair. He’s stunned and a tad unsure what to do with himself, hands flailing around briefly. By the time he’s got his head straight and told himself it’s about time to think about kissing back, she’s pulled away and whispered, ‘Who’s the coward now, hmm?’
She smiles, eyes lighting up, and then leans in to kiss him once more.
This time around he returns it, cupping her face in his hands as he surrenders himself to her, the teasing and fighting suddenly forgotten.
Things would have been a hell of a lot simpler if they’d just done this in the first place.
‘By the way...’ Karen murmurs a short while later, pulling back and turning her attention to his neck instead, ‘I really do like that hat.’