rpf: hearts in our mouths
title: hearts in our mouths
rating: pg-13
summary: "They're on the set, it's gorgeous, Utah - it really, really is. Karen is acting her heart out--and as she does so--it breaks his."
disclaimer: they're secretly married, they had a wedding in a place you never heard of, but we still can write rpfs about them.
note: it's rather drabble-ish-y. I just felt like writing. so I did. Is it weird that I have an easier time writing in Matt's point of view?
Utah. Filming was so epic. There was really no word for it. Oh well, besides, exhausting, thrilling, cold and then terribly hot. Mostly epic though...
Matt is talking with the director, flailing his limbs about, pushing himself as he always does to do something new and test the limits of the script. The opening of this series is going blow everyone away.
He's heard Karen recite the lines; but not like this.
"Come on, wake up you stupid bloody idiot."
Matt's fingers itch as he lays perfectly still and feels the weight of Karen's head on his chest. He takes practiced, slow and tiny breaths, and feels a bit like a possum; pretending to be dead and all that. He can smell her shampoo. Strawberry? No. A bit more citrus than that. If he keeps thinking about it, he'll forget why it feels like glass and razorblades are scratching up his heart.
"And cut."
Karen sniffles and wipes her eyes. She's crying. Crying-Crying. These aren't crocodile tears--Karen is finding some memory, pulling it up, and letting the emotions take over.
Matt can't open his eyes. He can't even (or doesn't want to) see his best friend all torn up like that.
In that moment, he really feels like the Doctor and maybe Karen really feels like Amy Pond.
"Take four."
And by take seven, Matt feels like he's going to start crying because Karen is just so believable and so heartbreaking and all he wants to do is bolt up right and tell her a stupid joke or insult her walk or her silly accent and he wants to cup her face and use his thumbs to wipe away the tears and kiss her forehead and say; "Jeez, Kazza, you're going to dehydrate yourself."
"Oi. You asleep, mate?" Aurthur's voice says from above his head.
"Most defiantly." Matt sits up and beams, "Is it lunchtime?"
Karen is sitting with her knees to her chest (just as Amy would be in the scene) and Matt feels his heart crumble. She's got a water bottle in one hand and her cheeks are rosy and he opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is;
"Uh."
They call for a break because it's bloody hot out and everyone is thirsty or hungry or both. Matt is glad for the abrupt ending of the scene because he wants a chance to take in the scenery.
He also wants a chance to talk to Karen.
And he may just be imagining it--but it seems that the crew realizes this as well. Because on an ordinary day, everyone is with everyone else, the TARDIS team is mingling, the camera crew and the sound and the lights and hair-fluffers -- everyone weaving in and out, eating, drinking, laughing....
One big happy Who family.
"There you are!" He says it likes he's been searching forever for her.
She stops mid-chew to raise an eyebrow at him, swallows, and then says; "What'd you think?"
"About what?"
She punches him in the arm. "You know very well what! The scene. Do you think it was too much? Toby said we might need to pull it back a bit..." She takes another bite of her sandwich. All evidence of her tears have vanished.
Matt blinks at her a few times and runs his fingers through his hair, "Ah well, believe or not, you're quite the actress."
"Shut up."
The next few seconds seem to just happen. He doesn't remember thinking about it before doing it, or thinking about it on his walk to Kaz, or thinking about it as he laid in the sand; it just happened.
Matt, with all his long limbs, hugs Karen.
It's not like they haven't hugged before, really, gravity likes to pull them together and he's accustomed to the feel of their hands brushing, or his hand on her back, or arm snug around her waist, or the weight and warmth of her side pressed against his.
The difference that this hug had was that Karen, Karen who loves sandwiches, who loves to eat and he loves to tease her about it. Karen dropped her sandwich and it landed with a plop in the orange dust of Utah.
She hugs him back tightly. Not sure why. He isn't sure why he hugged her in the first place.
He can smell her shampoo again but this time he isn't as determined to find out its scent.
"You okay?" He asks after a moment.
"Yeah." She doesn't let go or make any indication of stepping back.
"I heard you had the whole crew tearing up...that's powerful stuff, Kaz."
That's when she does pull back, just enough to glare at him, and the moment breaks with the sound of their laughter.
A month later when he's in his flat, Karen's head is on his chest, the weight feels familiar and holds a soft sadness to it. Karen had called him up that Saturday evening, after the series had premiered, and she told him how she was on her phone with her mother for an hour and half attempting to calm her down.
Matt looks down at her fiery waves, bright and vibrant against the pale skin of his chest, and he thinks; How brilliant of an actress she really is. How Doctor Who was such a launching pad for their careers. And how heartbroken he'll be if she leaves and he stays. This Doctor, his Doctor, just couldn't travel the universe with anyone other than Amy Pond.
Matt Smith couldn't imagine a world without Karen Gillan.
rating: pg-13
summary: "They're on the set, it's gorgeous, Utah - it really, really is. Karen is acting her heart out--and as she does so--it breaks his."
disclaimer: they're secretly married, they had a wedding in a place you never heard of, but we still can write rpfs about them.
note: it's rather drabble-ish-y. I just felt like writing. so I did. Is it weird that I have an easier time writing in Matt's point of view?
Utah. Filming was so epic. There was really no word for it. Oh well, besides, exhausting, thrilling, cold and then terribly hot. Mostly epic though...
Matt is talking with the director, flailing his limbs about, pushing himself as he always does to do something new and test the limits of the script. The opening of this series is going blow everyone away.
He's heard Karen recite the lines; but not like this.
"Come on, wake up you stupid bloody idiot."
Matt's fingers itch as he lays perfectly still and feels the weight of Karen's head on his chest. He takes practiced, slow and tiny breaths, and feels a bit like a possum; pretending to be dead and all that. He can smell her shampoo. Strawberry? No. A bit more citrus than that. If he keeps thinking about it, he'll forget why it feels like glass and razorblades are scratching up his heart.
"And cut."
Karen sniffles and wipes her eyes. She's crying. Crying-Crying. These aren't crocodile tears--Karen is finding some memory, pulling it up, and letting the emotions take over.
Matt can't open his eyes. He can't even (or doesn't want to) see his best friend all torn up like that.
In that moment, he really feels like the Doctor and maybe Karen really feels like Amy Pond.
"Take four."
And by take seven, Matt feels like he's going to start crying because Karen is just so believable and so heartbreaking and all he wants to do is bolt up right and tell her a stupid joke or insult her walk or her silly accent and he wants to cup her face and use his thumbs to wipe away the tears and kiss her forehead and say; "Jeez, Kazza, you're going to dehydrate yourself."
"Oi. You asleep, mate?" Aurthur's voice says from above his head.
"Most defiantly." Matt sits up and beams, "Is it lunchtime?"
Karen is sitting with her knees to her chest (just as Amy would be in the scene) and Matt feels his heart crumble. She's got a water bottle in one hand and her cheeks are rosy and he opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is;
"Uh."
They call for a break because it's bloody hot out and everyone is thirsty or hungry or both. Matt is glad for the abrupt ending of the scene because he wants a chance to take in the scenery.
He also wants a chance to talk to Karen.
And he may just be imagining it--but it seems that the crew realizes this as well. Because on an ordinary day, everyone is with everyone else, the TARDIS team is mingling, the camera crew and the sound and the lights and hair-fluffers -- everyone weaving in and out, eating, drinking, laughing....
One big happy Who family.
"There you are!" He says it likes he's been searching forever for her.
She stops mid-chew to raise an eyebrow at him, swallows, and then says; "What'd you think?"
"About what?"
She punches him in the arm. "You know very well what! The scene. Do you think it was too much? Toby said we might need to pull it back a bit..." She takes another bite of her sandwich. All evidence of her tears have vanished.
Matt blinks at her a few times and runs his fingers through his hair, "Ah well, believe or not, you're quite the actress."
"Shut up."
The next few seconds seem to just happen. He doesn't remember thinking about it before doing it, or thinking about it on his walk to Kaz, or thinking about it as he laid in the sand; it just happened.
Matt, with all his long limbs, hugs Karen.
It's not like they haven't hugged before, really, gravity likes to pull them together and he's accustomed to the feel of their hands brushing, or his hand on her back, or arm snug around her waist, or the weight and warmth of her side pressed against his.
The difference that this hug had was that Karen, Karen who loves sandwiches, who loves to eat and he loves to tease her about it. Karen dropped her sandwich and it landed with a plop in the orange dust of Utah.
She hugs him back tightly. Not sure why. He isn't sure why he hugged her in the first place.
He can smell her shampoo again but this time he isn't as determined to find out its scent.
"You okay?" He asks after a moment.
"Yeah." She doesn't let go or make any indication of stepping back.
"I heard you had the whole crew tearing up...that's powerful stuff, Kaz."
That's when she does pull back, just enough to glare at him, and the moment breaks with the sound of their laughter.
A month later when he's in his flat, Karen's head is on his chest, the weight feels familiar and holds a soft sadness to it. Karen had called him up that Saturday evening, after the series had premiered, and she told him how she was on her phone with her mother for an hour and half attempting to calm her down.
Matt looks down at her fiery waves, bright and vibrant against the pale skin of his chest, and he thinks; How brilliant of an actress she really is. How Doctor Who was such a launching pad for their careers. And how heartbroken he'll be if she leaves and he stays. This Doctor, his Doctor, just couldn't travel the universe with anyone other than Amy Pond.
Matt Smith couldn't imagine a world without Karen Gillan.