Only Fools Do Speak
Title:Only Fools Do Speak
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings: Emily Deschanel/Chad Michael Murray, Eliza Dushku, mentions of David Boreanaz
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:Don't own them, but I'm pretty sure they own me.
Chad was smiling so hard that his teeth were starting to hurt. He was doing the supportive boyfriend thing, smiling and nodding and making pointless small talk with Emily’s friends and coworkers even though he wasn’t even sure a boyfriend was the best adjective to describe his role in her life these days.
Still, this wasn’t the type of party where he could just jump up on a table and declare that he was Emily Deschanel’s fuck buddy, so he kept his mouth shut.
Even though something was telling him to do anything but.
He tried to ignore the little pangs of jealousy as he watched David crack a joke and make her laugh, the sound echoing even across the pool where he was standing next to some pretty girl named Kayla or Michael and throwing in the occasional “Oh wow, really?” even though he was pretty sure the both of them had zoned out of the conversation at least ten minutes ago.
Chad even managed to maintain his cool (if you call gripping your beer so tightly that your fingers go numb cool) when Dave reached over and brushed a strand of hair off the curve of Emily’s neck.
“Dave’s a touchy feely kinda guy,” Eliza explained from the pool chair where she was curled up with an either very exhausted, or very smashed Jensen. “I wouldn’t get freaked out about it if I were you.”
“Whatever,” Chad mumbled, draining the rest of his beer in one gulp.
Emily appeared a few minutes later, after David had disappeared into the house.
“Having fun?” she said with a grin.
“Tons,” he replied dryly.
“What’s the matter? Were fine a couple minutes ago.”
“Oh, well yeah, but that was until your other boyfriend showed up.”
Emily looked confused. “What… You mean Dave!?”
Chad nodded and her eyes widened. “Chad, are you insane?”
“No, just able to see stuff that’s right in front of me.”
“Dave’s married!”
“To a Playboy model,” Eliza added.
He snorted. “Yeah, and when has being married ever stopped anyone from cheating?”
Eliza stared at him for a moment, shocked, before grabbing Jensen and all but running toward the house.
Emily and Chad drifted into a tense silence. When Emily finally found the words, she looked up at him and said softly: “You know what, Chad? Maybe Dave isn’t the one I should be staying away from. Maybe it’s you.”
Chad started to go after her, but decided against it and watched her go into the house.
“Yeah, maybe you're right,” he murmured.
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings: Emily Deschanel/Chad Michael Murray, Eliza Dushku, mentions of David Boreanaz
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:Don't own them, but I'm pretty sure they own me.
Chad was smiling so hard that his teeth were starting to hurt. He was doing the supportive boyfriend thing, smiling and nodding and making pointless small talk with Emily’s friends and coworkers even though he wasn’t even sure a boyfriend was the best adjective to describe his role in her life these days.
Still, this wasn’t the type of party where he could just jump up on a table and declare that he was Emily Deschanel’s fuck buddy, so he kept his mouth shut.
Even though something was telling him to do anything but.
He tried to ignore the little pangs of jealousy as he watched David crack a joke and make her laugh, the sound echoing even across the pool where he was standing next to some pretty girl named Kayla or Michael and throwing in the occasional “Oh wow, really?” even though he was pretty sure the both of them had zoned out of the conversation at least ten minutes ago.
Chad even managed to maintain his cool (if you call gripping your beer so tightly that your fingers go numb cool) when Dave reached over and brushed a strand of hair off the curve of Emily’s neck.
“Dave’s a touchy feely kinda guy,” Eliza explained from the pool chair where she was curled up with an either very exhausted, or very smashed Jensen. “I wouldn’t get freaked out about it if I were you.”
“Whatever,” Chad mumbled, draining the rest of his beer in one gulp.
Emily appeared a few minutes later, after David had disappeared into the house.
“Having fun?” she said with a grin.
“Tons,” he replied dryly.
“What’s the matter? Were fine a couple minutes ago.”
“Oh, well yeah, but that was until your other boyfriend showed up.”
Emily looked confused. “What… You mean Dave!?”
Chad nodded and her eyes widened. “Chad, are you insane?”
“No, just able to see stuff that’s right in front of me.”
“Dave’s married!”
“To a Playboy model,” Eliza added.
He snorted. “Yeah, and when has being married ever stopped anyone from cheating?”
Eliza stared at him for a moment, shocked, before grabbing Jensen and all but running toward the house.
Emily and Chad drifted into a tense silence. When Emily finally found the words, she looked up at him and said softly: “You know what, Chad? Maybe Dave isn’t the one I should be staying away from. Maybe it’s you.”
Chad started to go after her, but decided against it and watched her go into the house.
“Yeah, maybe you're right,” he murmured.