You Brought The Sunlight In, Hugh/Lisa, PG
Title: You Brought The Sunlight In
Pairing: Hugh/Lisa - RPF
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: A work of fiction, please only take it as such. No knowledge of these actors is claimed or implied. If you don't like it, please don't read.
Summary: I know, it's all about what happens when Lisa leaves with me lately, but here's another possible take.
Prompt: Hugh/Lisa easier to be themselves now that they're not working together.
Dedication: For jwhite2199 who is always a pleasure to write for :) Hope you've had lovely holidays so far <3
He calls, 'just to say hello'. (He calls because he misses her).
It takes two sentences to make her laugh, a third to invite her to dinner. Hugh picks out some of the nicer clothes that his assistant keeps stashing in the wardrobes, and tries not to act like a teenager with a crush.
How strange, eight years later, to be starting all over again.
*
"How was New York?" He asks, as the waiter slips away. (This place is highly recommended, no paparazzi lurking in the foliage.)
"It was really great," Lisa says, breaking out into a smile that's nothing short of beaming. "I forgot what it was like to just play someone and leave."
"Sounds brilliant," Hugh sighs, with no small amount of envy. "It's nice to have you back, though."
She smiles again, a flicker of suspicion as she checks for sarcasm, and then the waiter is back with their salads in what has to be record time.
"There's something I wanted to talk to you about," he confesses as his fork hovers over the baby greens.
*
"Oof!" Hugh exclaims as his back makes contact with the wall. The keys are somewhere on the ground and his jacket is halfway off already. "So," he says when Lisa pulls back to make sure he's okay. "Just to be clear--you're saying yes?"
She groans, but kisses him again.
*
So here they are, snogging by the front door like they're trying to fit in as much as possible before curfew, and it's honestly the best idea Hugh's had in a long time. After all those flirtations that went just a little further than they should, all those extra rehearsals of scenes that required nudity and kissing and countless excuses to touch each other, they're finally doing it for real.
It helps that there's less potential scandal--the separation official now, Lisa not working on the same show--though no doubt the tabloids will have a frenzy regardless. He can hardly wait to see what the Daily Mail spins this as when they get their grubby little paws on it. Trouble is, any amount of judgment and public awkwardness will be worth it.
Absolutely, irrefutably worth it.
"We could go inside," Hugh points out, although the California evening is balmy in that pleasant sort of way that he's almost used to, and what the hell does he care so long as the kissing and the touching carries on?
"On a first date?" Lisa asks, cocking one eyebrow at him in mock outrage. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"
He blusters for a full minute before her laugh shatters the tension in a second flat. Dear God, but she's got an amazing laugh. It makes him want to be funnier just to draw it out like this.
"Hoo boy, I almost forgot how easy it is to embarrass you," Lisa says, shaking her head. "I think eight years of foreplay probably qualifies, you idiot."
"Well, if you insist," Hugh shrugs, stooping to collect his fallen keys.
"I really do," Lisa confirms, before he takes her in his arms again, lifting her off the ground as they kiss (like this is 1940 and she's Katharine Hepburn, and yup, that totally works too).
It takes three fumbled attempts to unlock the door, but as he carries Lisa inside, Hugh knows it's been absolutely worth the wait.
Pairing: Hugh/Lisa - RPF
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: A work of fiction, please only take it as such. No knowledge of these actors is claimed or implied. If you don't like it, please don't read.
Summary: I know, it's all about what happens when Lisa leaves with me lately, but here's another possible take.
Prompt: Hugh/Lisa easier to be themselves now that they're not working together.
Dedication: For jwhite2199 who is always a pleasure to write for :) Hope you've had lovely holidays so far <3
He calls, 'just to say hello'. (He calls because he misses her).
It takes two sentences to make her laugh, a third to invite her to dinner. Hugh picks out some of the nicer clothes that his assistant keeps stashing in the wardrobes, and tries not to act like a teenager with a crush.
How strange, eight years later, to be starting all over again.
*
"How was New York?" He asks, as the waiter slips away. (This place is highly recommended, no paparazzi lurking in the foliage.)
"It was really great," Lisa says, breaking out into a smile that's nothing short of beaming. "I forgot what it was like to just play someone and leave."
"Sounds brilliant," Hugh sighs, with no small amount of envy. "It's nice to have you back, though."
She smiles again, a flicker of suspicion as she checks for sarcasm, and then the waiter is back with their salads in what has to be record time.
"There's something I wanted to talk to you about," he confesses as his fork hovers over the baby greens.
*
"Oof!" Hugh exclaims as his back makes contact with the wall. The keys are somewhere on the ground and his jacket is halfway off already. "So," he says when Lisa pulls back to make sure he's okay. "Just to be clear--you're saying yes?"
She groans, but kisses him again.
*
So here they are, snogging by the front door like they're trying to fit in as much as possible before curfew, and it's honestly the best idea Hugh's had in a long time. After all those flirtations that went just a little further than they should, all those extra rehearsals of scenes that required nudity and kissing and countless excuses to touch each other, they're finally doing it for real.
It helps that there's less potential scandal--the separation official now, Lisa not working on the same show--though no doubt the tabloids will have a frenzy regardless. He can hardly wait to see what the Daily Mail spins this as when they get their grubby little paws on it. Trouble is, any amount of judgment and public awkwardness will be worth it.
Absolutely, irrefutably worth it.
"We could go inside," Hugh points out, although the California evening is balmy in that pleasant sort of way that he's almost used to, and what the hell does he care so long as the kissing and the touching carries on?
"On a first date?" Lisa asks, cocking one eyebrow at him in mock outrage. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"
He blusters for a full minute before her laugh shatters the tension in a second flat. Dear God, but she's got an amazing laugh. It makes him want to be funnier just to draw it out like this.
"Hoo boy, I almost forgot how easy it is to embarrass you," Lisa says, shaking her head. "I think eight years of foreplay probably qualifies, you idiot."
"Well, if you insist," Hugh shrugs, stooping to collect his fallen keys.
"I really do," Lisa confirms, before he takes her in his arms again, lifting her off the ground as they kiss (like this is 1940 and she's Katharine Hepburn, and yup, that totally works too).
It takes three fumbled attempts to unlock the door, but as he carries Lisa inside, Hugh knows it's been absolutely worth the wait.