Hypothetical RPF
Okay so I don't write RPF (well except for that one time where I wrote hobviously/Bernard Black but that's different because one of the characters was fictional and one was someone I actually know no WTF that was sophia_helix not me and I wrote hobviously/Rashida Jones. Brain, why do you desert me?)
So when I saw the pictures of David Tennant and Freema Agyeman daring me to ship them at the National Television Awards I wasn't going to write the Real Person Lies that begged to be written. But thanks to sophia_helix's comments I am posting what I would write about them... if I wrote RPF.
David’s right leg was bouncing up and down at a somewhat alarming rate. It was making Freema start to feel anxious herself. She thought about snidely making a comment about him getting back on the ADHD medication, but then she looked over at his boyish grin and remembered how glad she was to see him and how much she missed seeing him on the set every day. The compulsive tapping and such were part of the thing that she liked so much about him. So she leaned back into the seat and tried not to focus on the irritation. It was no use; the leg jiggling had been joined by finger tapping.
“David, could you just…” she sighed exasperatedly.
“What?” He looked over in surprise, “Is something the matter?”
Freema gently but firmly placed her hand on his thigh, restricting the movement and reached over to place her hand over his, “You are doing the repetitive motion thing again.”
He looked down at the offending appendages in surprise, “I guess I’m a little worked up.”
“It’s just, it’s getting me wound up too. And I make that horrible face when I’m anxious.”
He skewed his up into a terrible impression of her that she couldn’t fail to laugh at.
“It’s not all that bad is it?”
He nodded apologetically and she playfully punched him.
Grabbing hold of the wrist she swung with, using one hand, and reaching around her with the other he pulled her towards him so that she practically ended up in his lap.
Freema unintentionally held her breath as he bent down, face getting closer to hers. Obviously they’d been physically close a lot while filming but it had been months and he’d called but she kept making up excuses not to meet for coffee. She kept making up excuses because her reason for leaving wasn’t terribly different from Martha’s. She was hopelessly smitten with David, who was an incurable flirt, and very much already in a relationship. She remembered this last part just in the nick of time and hastened to move away.
David looked like a puppy that’d just been kicked.
“Freema…”
“I know it’s fun for you, but it’s not for me, David. For me it’s just guilt and longing and feeling like a stupid schoolgirl all over again.”
He still looked confused.
“And it’s not even fair because I can’t make a proper try of it, not when I know you’re Sophie. So I have no choice but to hold back and hold you back, even though I’m the one missing something. And I can’t complain about the injustice of it because there’s nothing to hate her for. So David, please, just let me be.”
“Wait… you think that… I thought that you knew about my breaking up with her. It’s been all over the tabloids after all. We’ve been drifting for longer than I care to admit but in the end we broke up because of you. Freema, if you only knew how much I’ve been suffering. It was easy enough while the show was going on and we were together all the time to act like I felt nothing, but within a week or shooting ending I found myself missing you. Sophia noticed, I kept bringing you up, even though I tried to deny it to myself, but I am head over heels for you. Completely crazy and completely single.”
She was back in his lap immediately, hands raking through his hair and hands pulling at his jacket, as their lips met at last for a truly honest kiss.
"The tabloids aren't exactly a realible source, silly."
There were no more protests, no more complaints, trousers were undone, silky undergarments discarded, and propriety completely disregarded in the face of a year of longing finally released into the open.
Both of them only remembered that they were on the way somewhere, when the limo stopped abruptly at their destination. Freema hurriedly climbed back to the far side of the car and left David to barely get his clothes on enough to remain decent before the door opened and he had to face the crowds of the red carpet. Smoothing her hair and readjusting her neckline, Freema stepped gracefully out behind him.
Both spent the entirely of the event in an utter daze, David passing off disheveled as a fashion statement and passing his excitement off as his usual high spirited nature. Freema, grinning like the cat that caught the canary, hoped that everyone thought she was just giddy to be there.
Finally reaching the solitude of the limousine once more, David pulled Freema against him, nuzzling his face against her neck, and whispered, “I have been spending the entire night anticipating finally getting those breasts of yours out of that terribly provocative dress.”
Freema wasn’t about to argue with that.
So when I saw the pictures of David Tennant and Freema Agyeman daring me to ship them at the National Television Awards I wasn't going to write the Real Person Lies that begged to be written. But thanks to sophia_helix's comments I am posting what I would write about them... if I wrote RPF.
David’s right leg was bouncing up and down at a somewhat alarming rate. It was making Freema start to feel anxious herself. She thought about snidely making a comment about him getting back on the ADHD medication, but then she looked over at his boyish grin and remembered how glad she was to see him and how much she missed seeing him on the set every day. The compulsive tapping and such were part of the thing that she liked so much about him. So she leaned back into the seat and tried not to focus on the irritation. It was no use; the leg jiggling had been joined by finger tapping.
“David, could you just…” she sighed exasperatedly.
“What?” He looked over in surprise, “Is something the matter?”
Freema gently but firmly placed her hand on his thigh, restricting the movement and reached over to place her hand over his, “You are doing the repetitive motion thing again.”
He looked down at the offending appendages in surprise, “I guess I’m a little worked up.”
“It’s just, it’s getting me wound up too. And I make that horrible face when I’m anxious.”
He skewed his up into a terrible impression of her that she couldn’t fail to laugh at.
“It’s not all that bad is it?”
He nodded apologetically and she playfully punched him.
Grabbing hold of the wrist she swung with, using one hand, and reaching around her with the other he pulled her towards him so that she practically ended up in his lap.
Freema unintentionally held her breath as he bent down, face getting closer to hers. Obviously they’d been physically close a lot while filming but it had been months and he’d called but she kept making up excuses not to meet for coffee. She kept making up excuses because her reason for leaving wasn’t terribly different from Martha’s. She was hopelessly smitten with David, who was an incurable flirt, and very much already in a relationship. She remembered this last part just in the nick of time and hastened to move away.
David looked like a puppy that’d just been kicked.
“Freema…”
“I know it’s fun for you, but it’s not for me, David. For me it’s just guilt and longing and feeling like a stupid schoolgirl all over again.”
He still looked confused.
“And it’s not even fair because I can’t make a proper try of it, not when I know you’re Sophie. So I have no choice but to hold back and hold you back, even though I’m the one missing something. And I can’t complain about the injustice of it because there’s nothing to hate her for. So David, please, just let me be.”
“Wait… you think that… I thought that you knew about my breaking up with her. It’s been all over the tabloids after all. We’ve been drifting for longer than I care to admit but in the end we broke up because of you. Freema, if you only knew how much I’ve been suffering. It was easy enough while the show was going on and we were together all the time to act like I felt nothing, but within a week or shooting ending I found myself missing you. Sophia noticed, I kept bringing you up, even though I tried to deny it to myself, but I am head over heels for you. Completely crazy and completely single.”
She was back in his lap immediately, hands raking through his hair and hands pulling at his jacket, as their lips met at last for a truly honest kiss.
"The tabloids aren't exactly a realible source, silly."
There were no more protests, no more complaints, trousers were undone, silky undergarments discarded, and propriety completely disregarded in the face of a year of longing finally released into the open.
Both of them only remembered that they were on the way somewhere, when the limo stopped abruptly at their destination. Freema hurriedly climbed back to the far side of the car and left David to barely get his clothes on enough to remain decent before the door opened and he had to face the crowds of the red carpet. Smoothing her hair and readjusting her neckline, Freema stepped gracefully out behind him.
Both spent the entirely of the event in an utter daze, David passing off disheveled as a fashion statement and passing his excitement off as his usual high spirited nature. Freema, grinning like the cat that caught the canary, hoped that everyone thought she was just giddy to be there.
Finally reaching the solitude of the limousine once more, David pulled Freema against him, nuzzling his face against her neck, and whispered, “I have been spending the entire night anticipating finally getting those breasts of yours out of that terribly provocative dress.”
Freema wasn’t about to argue with that.