rpf: i was so proud
title: i was so proud
rating: r (sexual themes, nothing explicit)
summary: "he gets back to his flat from the BAFTA'S and karen is there, of course, and the rest of the night sort of tumbles from there."
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: aw yeah. i am on a fic-writing roll! these need to stop being written at three in the morning...ffff. also; i usually write these, pretending matt and karen are both single. yeah.
He's tired, emotionally exhausted, physically weary, and his feet drag as he walks up the stairs. But it was a good night. He called it in early because he knew they would have to film tomorrow morning and he didn't want to be "the Doctor with a hangover." He makes it to his flat without tripping - more than usual - and he loosens his tie a bit.
"Oiiiiiii!" The scottish twinge is a clear sign as to who just popped her head out her door. "There's the BAFTA boy!"
He can't help but smile as she prances on over to him. Even when he's tired, or cold, or wet and miserable, or covered in cabbage and some other sticky stuff -- Gillan makes him smile. Makes him laugh.
"Did you watch?" It's a silly question, of course she did. She gave him a cupcake earlier that day and told him;
"You know, Matt, it's really something that you're nominated! Remember how nervous we were when we started series 5 and I remember I was so scared that they were just gonna hate us...but look at you! I'll have to get nominated next year, just to blow you blokes out of the water." She had smiled at him, affectionately, and gave him a nudge on the shoulder before handing over the cupcake.
She crosses her arms, the red dress she's wearing should...clash...or something with her bright hair but it doesn't. She looks stunning - as always. He'd never tell her that. Nope. He'd just continue to tease her and call her head bulbous and say that she talks funny.
"Course I watched it, you numpty!"
"What are you all dressed up for?"
"I had a party."
"Oh Kaz, you didn't need to have a party in my honor." He laughs and she pokes her tongue out at him. She laughs too, wrinkles her nose in that adorable way. He's found that he's leaning against his door now and she's close to him, because, personal space isn't something they ever acknowledged.
He wishes, for a fleeting - not so fleeting moment - that he had brought her to the BAFTA's with him.
Karen looks at him then, a little embarrassed that she's about to say this but Matt isn't egotistical - he won't let it get to his head.
"I was...really proud of you. Just for being nominated. I didn't even care that you didn't win...it's not what it's about...I was just...proud. I know how hard you work. I know it better than anyone."
He smiles at her, "Gillan, did you really spend all night thinking up that speech?"
"Oi! Shut it!" But she throws her arms around him anyways, in a tight-bear hug, and he laughs into her hair. They remain like that for a long moment, giggling softly from time to time, but really just enjoying the support and presence of each other.
"Thanks." He says, kissing the top of her head. Karen feels her stomach drop, because the gesture is just far too brotherly for her liking--she's stopped thinking of Matt as a brother a long time ago. He's her friend, but he also makes her stomach flip, and he makes her smile, he makes her smile when she's lying in bed at night and she'll think of something stupid he did and suddenly she's grinning like an idiot.
He's been her pillar, giving her advice, studying lines, teasing her, pushing her to be a better actress--she's not sure how he's done it, but Matt Smith has woven his way past her defenses and made camp in her heart.
Karen decides then that; its BAFTA night and god he looks good in that suit.
Karen places her hand on the back of his neck and (its really fortunate that they're both so tall) pulls him just a fraction of an inch closer. Matt sees this coming - he doesn't stop her - because he's been waiting for this every since he saw her in the police woman outfit.
They've kissed before - ages ago - on set. Matt had to pretend he didn't want her. And now that he could stop pretending, it was a relief and Kaz feels terribly right in his arms.
He drops his keys, twice, and twice he bends down to fetch them and gets distracted by Karen's legs.
and when they're past the threshold of his flat, he trips over one of his shoes and nearly brings Karen down with him.
She laughs in between his kisses.
And they banter all the way to the bedroom.
But their sharp, witty tongues soon dull and become far more interested in each other.
He nuzzles his nose against the crook of her neck, "Kaz..."
She's pretty sure it takes all her braincells to answer him -- even though he didn't really ask a question. "Yeah?"
"I'm proud of you too. And if you get nominated next year, I'll bring Charlie the Badger as my date."
Karen laughs.
He doesn't bring Charlie the Badger as his date. He brings Karen. But don't worry, Charlie the Badger was inside Karen's purse.
rating: r (sexual themes, nothing explicit)
summary: "he gets back to his flat from the BAFTA'S and karen is there, of course, and the rest of the night sort of tumbles from there."
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: aw yeah. i am on a fic-writing roll! these need to stop being written at three in the morning...ffff. also; i usually write these, pretending matt and karen are both single. yeah.
He's tired, emotionally exhausted, physically weary, and his feet drag as he walks up the stairs. But it was a good night. He called it in early because he knew they would have to film tomorrow morning and he didn't want to be "the Doctor with a hangover." He makes it to his flat without tripping - more than usual - and he loosens his tie a bit.
"Oiiiiiii!" The scottish twinge is a clear sign as to who just popped her head out her door. "There's the BAFTA boy!"
He can't help but smile as she prances on over to him. Even when he's tired, or cold, or wet and miserable, or covered in cabbage and some other sticky stuff -- Gillan makes him smile. Makes him laugh.
"Did you watch?" It's a silly question, of course she did. She gave him a cupcake earlier that day and told him;
"You know, Matt, it's really something that you're nominated! Remember how nervous we were when we started series 5 and I remember I was so scared that they were just gonna hate us...but look at you! I'll have to get nominated next year, just to blow you blokes out of the water." She had smiled at him, affectionately, and gave him a nudge on the shoulder before handing over the cupcake.
She crosses her arms, the red dress she's wearing should...clash...or something with her bright hair but it doesn't. She looks stunning - as always. He'd never tell her that. Nope. He'd just continue to tease her and call her head bulbous and say that she talks funny.
"Course I watched it, you numpty!"
"What are you all dressed up for?"
"I had a party."
"Oh Kaz, you didn't need to have a party in my honor." He laughs and she pokes her tongue out at him. She laughs too, wrinkles her nose in that adorable way. He's found that he's leaning against his door now and she's close to him, because, personal space isn't something they ever acknowledged.
He wishes, for a fleeting - not so fleeting moment - that he had brought her to the BAFTA's with him.
Karen looks at him then, a little embarrassed that she's about to say this but Matt isn't egotistical - he won't let it get to his head.
"I was...really proud of you. Just for being nominated. I didn't even care that you didn't win...it's not what it's about...I was just...proud. I know how hard you work. I know it better than anyone."
He smiles at her, "Gillan, did you really spend all night thinking up that speech?"
"Oi! Shut it!" But she throws her arms around him anyways, in a tight-bear hug, and he laughs into her hair. They remain like that for a long moment, giggling softly from time to time, but really just enjoying the support and presence of each other.
"Thanks." He says, kissing the top of her head. Karen feels her stomach drop, because the gesture is just far too brotherly for her liking--she's stopped thinking of Matt as a brother a long time ago. He's her friend, but he also makes her stomach flip, and he makes her smile, he makes her smile when she's lying in bed at night and she'll think of something stupid he did and suddenly she's grinning like an idiot.
He's been her pillar, giving her advice, studying lines, teasing her, pushing her to be a better actress--she's not sure how he's done it, but Matt Smith has woven his way past her defenses and made camp in her heart.
Karen decides then that; its BAFTA night and god he looks good in that suit.
Karen places her hand on the back of his neck and (its really fortunate that they're both so tall) pulls him just a fraction of an inch closer. Matt sees this coming - he doesn't stop her - because he's been waiting for this every since he saw her in the police woman outfit.
They've kissed before - ages ago - on set. Matt had to pretend he didn't want her. And now that he could stop pretending, it was a relief and Kaz feels terribly right in his arms.
He drops his keys, twice, and twice he bends down to fetch them and gets distracted by Karen's legs.
and when they're past the threshold of his flat, he trips over one of his shoes and nearly brings Karen down with him.
She laughs in between his kisses.
And they banter all the way to the bedroom.
But their sharp, witty tongues soon dull and become far more interested in each other.
He nuzzles his nose against the crook of her neck, "Kaz..."
She's pretty sure it takes all her braincells to answer him -- even though he didn't really ask a question. "Yeah?"
"I'm proud of you too. And if you get nominated next year, I'll bring Charlie the Badger as my date."
Karen laughs.
He doesn't bring Charlie the Badger as his date. He brings Karen. But don't worry, Charlie the Badger was inside Karen's purse.