fic: i start to wonder
Title: I Start To Wonder
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairing: Penelope Harper, Rupert Ash, Aurelie Durand, Rupert/Penelope,
Rating: PG
Summary:She raises herself onto her tippy-toes, keeps her balance with hands on his waist.
Notes: This is everyone's Christmas presents rolled into one (everyone who wanted Rupert/Penny, that is.) because apparently, there were a lot of you. :)
So, this is for: greeneyes_17, silver_shadow49, worthless_hope, napalm_isis, cecism & isaysquee.
Merry Christmas girls! :)
Oh, and as always, this flips back and forth like nothing else, it is definitely not in chronological order.
She raises herself onto her tippy-toes, keeps her balance with hands on his waist. He tenses a little at her touch, but quickly leans forward, catching her lips with his. It's a quick kiss, but her eyes are wide and her breathing is ragged, caught off-balance and out of sync. He tangles his fingers in her hair, bites his lip and pulls her close. She closes her eyes and leans into him, causing sniggers from a group of teenagers walking past.
(&)
"I won't hesistate."
(&)
She can't decide.
There's too many choices, she thinks.
Stay, go, leave, quit, run, peanut butter, jam, butter, walk, plain, white, brown, him, her, this, that, the other, there, here, home, away, potato, strudel, milk, water-
The toaster pops.
(&)
"I need this."
(&)
Before he ever leaves, he comes into the cafe one day, and Penny's not there. He searches for her, while pretending not to, and finds Aurelie sitting at a table instead.
"Hi," he says as he wanders over to her.
She looks up, blinks, "Oh, salut."
She rises from her seat, and pecks his cheek.
"You alright?"
"Tres bien, merci."
"Do you mind if I-?" and he gesters to the seat across from her. She smiles and nods. "I'm glad my mother made me take French lessons."
She laughs her adorable laugh and he sits.
He orders a coffee when the waitress comes over, and they make small talk as they drink. There's a lull in the conversation, and it evidently drifts to Penelope.
"So, how did you two meet, anyway?"
"I was walking past and saw her, and just- couldn't not come in."
"That's sweet."
"That's Penny."
She looks at him, raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything.
"She's just- this amazing girl. She's beautiful, and smart, and level-headed, and kind, and effortless, and just- wonderful. And she doesn't see it."
"You obviously feel something for her."
"She's an amazing girl." His gaze wanders to the window, his mind wanders elsewhere.
Aurelie watches him for a moment, studying his face.
"And you?"
He looks at her, shrugs. "I'm just a guy."
"You're not just a guy to her."
(&)
She has worry lines on her forehead. She can't remember when she first noticed them, but it seems they're always there.
(&)
She's laying on her couch reading Jane Austen and listening to Leigh Nash when her phone rings. There's a crick in her neck as she puts the book down to make her way to the phone.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Is there anyone there?"
Dial tone.
She shakes her head and sits back down. Picking up the book, the phone rings again.
"Hello?" She answers.
Again, nothing.
"Anyone?" She sighs, "really?"
Dial tone. She shakes her head and sighs. Before she has a chance to sit down, the phone rings again.
"Hello?"
Not surprisingly, there's no answer again.
"Rupert?"
She hears a breath catch on the other end.
"Please-" her voice gets caught in her throat. "Please don't ring anymore. I'm trying-" she's fighting back tears, "I'm trying to let go. You're just a guy." And she hangs up.
(&)
So, there's that.
(&)
She taps her feet to the beat of the song, and she hums along. She's usually not allowed to listen to her own music at work, but it's the end of the day and she's the only one in the store. She walks to the back and grabs the broom, and starts sweeping, with a skip in her step. She dances around the tables and through the isles of books, sweeping gently.
Her nails are painted dark purple today, somewhat indicative of her mood this morning, but with the sunlight streaming in through the window and the sweet lyrics running through the shop, she forgets all about stepping in a puddle and her socks getting soaked.
The smile on her face only gets brighter and brighter as the music swells. She closes her eyes and lets the music roll over her body.
She doesn't hear the bells of the front door chime as he opens it, and doesn't notice him stopping to watch her. He closes the door behind him, and is entranced by her.
"I'm yours-" she swings around and pauses when she sees him. Her smile doesn't fade, but her cheeks redden in her blush. She swoops her head and her hair covers her face.
(&)
She wears lace to bed every night after he leaves, likes the feeling on her skin.
(&)
His fingers brush hers lightly, and she holds on.
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairing: Penelope Harper, Rupert Ash, Aurelie Durand, Rupert/Penelope,
Rating: PG
Summary:She raises herself onto her tippy-toes, keeps her balance with hands on his waist.
Notes: This is everyone's Christmas presents rolled into one (everyone who wanted Rupert/Penny, that is.) because apparently, there were a lot of you. :)
So, this is for: greeneyes_17, silver_shadow49, worthless_hope, napalm_isis, cecism & isaysquee.
Merry Christmas girls! :)
Oh, and as always, this flips back and forth like nothing else, it is definitely not in chronological order.
She raises herself onto her tippy-toes, keeps her balance with hands on his waist. He tenses a little at her touch, but quickly leans forward, catching her lips with his. It's a quick kiss, but her eyes are wide and her breathing is ragged, caught off-balance and out of sync. He tangles his fingers in her hair, bites his lip and pulls her close. She closes her eyes and leans into him, causing sniggers from a group of teenagers walking past.
(&)
"I won't hesistate."
(&)
She can't decide.
There's too many choices, she thinks.
Stay, go, leave, quit, run, peanut butter, jam, butter, walk, plain, white, brown, him, her, this, that, the other, there, here, home, away, potato, strudel, milk, water-
The toaster pops.
(&)
"I need this."
(&)
Before he ever leaves, he comes into the cafe one day, and Penny's not there. He searches for her, while pretending not to, and finds Aurelie sitting at a table instead.
"Hi," he says as he wanders over to her.
She looks up, blinks, "Oh, salut."
She rises from her seat, and pecks his cheek.
"You alright?"
"Tres bien, merci."
"Do you mind if I-?" and he gesters to the seat across from her. She smiles and nods. "I'm glad my mother made me take French lessons."
She laughs her adorable laugh and he sits.
He orders a coffee when the waitress comes over, and they make small talk as they drink. There's a lull in the conversation, and it evidently drifts to Penelope.
"So, how did you two meet, anyway?"
"I was walking past and saw her, and just- couldn't not come in."
"That's sweet."
"That's Penny."
She looks at him, raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything.
"She's just- this amazing girl. She's beautiful, and smart, and level-headed, and kind, and effortless, and just- wonderful. And she doesn't see it."
"You obviously feel something for her."
"She's an amazing girl." His gaze wanders to the window, his mind wanders elsewhere.
Aurelie watches him for a moment, studying his face.
"And you?"
He looks at her, shrugs. "I'm just a guy."
"You're not just a guy to her."
(&)
She has worry lines on her forehead. She can't remember when she first noticed them, but it seems they're always there.
(&)
She's laying on her couch reading Jane Austen and listening to Leigh Nash when her phone rings. There's a crick in her neck as she puts the book down to make her way to the phone.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Is there anyone there?"
Dial tone.
She shakes her head and sits back down. Picking up the book, the phone rings again.
"Hello?" She answers.
Again, nothing.
"Anyone?" She sighs, "really?"
Dial tone. She shakes her head and sighs. Before she has a chance to sit down, the phone rings again.
"Hello?"
Not surprisingly, there's no answer again.
"Rupert?"
She hears a breath catch on the other end.
"Please-" her voice gets caught in her throat. "Please don't ring anymore. I'm trying-" she's fighting back tears, "I'm trying to let go. You're just a guy." And she hangs up.
(&)
So, there's that.
(&)
She taps her feet to the beat of the song, and she hums along. She's usually not allowed to listen to her own music at work, but it's the end of the day and she's the only one in the store. She walks to the back and grabs the broom, and starts sweeping, with a skip in her step. She dances around the tables and through the isles of books, sweeping gently.
Her nails are painted dark purple today, somewhat indicative of her mood this morning, but with the sunlight streaming in through the window and the sweet lyrics running through the shop, she forgets all about stepping in a puddle and her socks getting soaked.
The smile on her face only gets brighter and brighter as the music swells. She closes her eyes and lets the music roll over her body.
She doesn't hear the bells of the front door chime as he opens it, and doesn't notice him stopping to watch her. He closes the door behind him, and is entranced by her.
"I'm yours-" she swings around and pauses when she sees him. Her smile doesn't fade, but her cheeks redden in her blush. She swoops her head and her hair covers her face.
(&)
She wears lace to bed every night after he leaves, likes the feeling on her skin.
(&)
His fingers brush hers lightly, and she holds on.