RPF
RPF for hobviously who asked for John/Rashida Office RPF but I hope will be satisfied with Rashida/hobviously
Title: Trees
Characters/Pairings: Rashida/Tris, and a little John/Rashida
Rating: PG
Word Count: 545
Warning: Ummm RPF? Not at all betaed.
sophia_helix is responsible for the inclusion of "more sicka mc" in this piece.
Rashida Jones stepped out of the plane and made her way through the airport, a mass of people going every which way as she tried to make her way to the international terminal. Despite the layover time she'd intentionally left, they were already boarding the plane by the time she got to the correct terminal. Rashida's shoulder bag was digging into her and she was really glad to sit down in her seat and anticipate not getting up again for a while. She replied to John's text message about missing her (she guessed they were dating) and switched off her phone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked over just in time to see a somewhat flustered redhead trying to jam her backpack under the seat next to her.
"Hi," Rashida smiled.
The young woman smiled back, "I got held up in Phoenix for 3 hours."
"Yeah. I almost didn't make it here myself," she agreed, "Traveling these days is such a royal pain in the ass."
"At least we made the flight I guess."
"Yeah, Costa Rica here we come."
"I'm Rashida, by the way," she said, holding out her hand.
"Tris," the girl replied, giving her a sort of sheepish smile. Her hair was a mess of vibrant curls, and Rashida wondered what it's like to be someone else, like her.
So she asked her about the book she was reading (Victorian Lesbians), why she was headed to Costa Rica (the rain forest), and about the tattoo on her wrist (Ani Difranco).
By the time they de-planed, plans had been made for drinks later in the evening. A message from John was waiting at the hotel. Rashida deleted it. There was time for a nice bath before her meeting with Tris.
~~~~~~
The month had gone by too quickly, a flurry of beach, and rain forest, and wildlife, people, sun, drinks, and most of all Tris. Rashida was leaning, almost dozing, on Tris' shoulder as they waited for their plane to board (she'd changed her flight so they could be together on the way back).
Staring out the window as they descended back to the real world, Rashida looked at the woman rest to her a smiled, "What do you think about going to India?" she asked Tris, placing a soft kiss on her neck.
Tris smiled back.
John was at her apartment when she got home. Rashida was somewhat unsure how he could have failed to get the hint when she ignored all of his hundred phone calls and extended her trip and extra week. He had though, and he was looking at her with that expectant puppy expression
She broke up with him officially; though she wasn't really sure when publicity had turned into a relationship, he seemed to demand it. Leaving him standing outside in the hall, she went inside and grabbed the phone to call Tris.
"Hey..." she said softly, grinning at the sound of Tris' voice, "What are you up to."
"Petting my dog. She seems perplexed by my return. You?"
"Just looking at the sycamore trees outside my window."
Tris laughed, "You know, I was born under a sycamore tree..."
Rashida giggled in return, "Does that make you a more sicka mc?"
It was meant to be.
Title: Trees
Characters/Pairings: Rashida/Tris, and a little John/Rashida
Rating: PG
Word Count: 545
Warning: Ummm RPF? Not at all betaed.
sophia_helix is responsible for the inclusion of "more sicka mc" in this piece.
Rashida Jones stepped out of the plane and made her way through the airport, a mass of people going every which way as she tried to make her way to the international terminal. Despite the layover time she'd intentionally left, they were already boarding the plane by the time she got to the correct terminal. Rashida's shoulder bag was digging into her and she was really glad to sit down in her seat and anticipate not getting up again for a while. She replied to John's text message about missing her (she guessed they were dating) and switched off her phone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked over just in time to see a somewhat flustered redhead trying to jam her backpack under the seat next to her.
"Hi," Rashida smiled.
The young woman smiled back, "I got held up in Phoenix for 3 hours."
"Yeah. I almost didn't make it here myself," she agreed, "Traveling these days is such a royal pain in the ass."
"At least we made the flight I guess."
"Yeah, Costa Rica here we come."
"I'm Rashida, by the way," she said, holding out her hand.
"Tris," the girl replied, giving her a sort of sheepish smile. Her hair was a mess of vibrant curls, and Rashida wondered what it's like to be someone else, like her.
So she asked her about the book she was reading (Victorian Lesbians), why she was headed to Costa Rica (the rain forest), and about the tattoo on her wrist (Ani Difranco).
By the time they de-planed, plans had been made for drinks later in the evening. A message from John was waiting at the hotel. Rashida deleted it. There was time for a nice bath before her meeting with Tris.
~~~~~~
The month had gone by too quickly, a flurry of beach, and rain forest, and wildlife, people, sun, drinks, and most of all Tris. Rashida was leaning, almost dozing, on Tris' shoulder as they waited for their plane to board (she'd changed her flight so they could be together on the way back).
Staring out the window as they descended back to the real world, Rashida looked at the woman rest to her a smiled, "What do you think about going to India?" she asked Tris, placing a soft kiss on her neck.
Tris smiled back.
John was at her apartment when she got home. Rashida was somewhat unsure how he could have failed to get the hint when she ignored all of his hundred phone calls and extended her trip and extra week. He had though, and he was looking at her with that expectant puppy expression
She broke up with him officially; though she wasn't really sure when publicity had turned into a relationship, he seemed to demand it. Leaving him standing outside in the hall, she went inside and grabbed the phone to call Tris.
"Hey..." she said softly, grinning at the sound of Tris' voice, "What are you up to."
"Petting my dog. She seems perplexed by my return. You?"
"Just looking at the sycamore trees outside my window."
Tris laughed, "You know, I was born under a sycamore tree..."
Rashida giggled in return, "Does that make you a more sicka mc?"
It was meant to be.