Fic: Miss You, RDJude, PG-13
Fic: Miss You
Author: Nakanna Lee
Pairing: RDJude
Rating: Hard PG-13 for suggestion & some language
Summary: Jude makes a phone call.
A/N: Plot (there’s plot?) bunny taken from THIS. One of many fics of this pairing I’m working on. Mostly dialogue so easy to get in order, which is why I’m posting this one first. Also it’s fluffy and made me happy. Many more on the way. God I adore them.
“I miss you,” Jude said.
“Of course you do,” Robert said. “I’m amazing.”
Robert’s voice bounded around in his ear. The cell phone rested between his shoulder and neck.
Jude laughed, his chin touching his chest and lifting to gaze at the car’s ceiling. Outside the windows nighttime London rushed by. He had a Hamlet performance in an hour.
“Fantastic, you are,” Jude said.
It was bizarre. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation. Robert was never than kind of a man, so this hadn’t become that kind of thing. Whatever that thing exactly was.
“Hey, Jude.”
“Yeah?”
“I hate the ocean. The Atlantic one in particular.”
“You in New York?”
“Like you’ll be tomorrow. Unless we move the ocean now.”
“Stalking my schedule, are you?”
“No, just stalking my Judesie.”
Jude heard flittering laughing in the background.
“Are you making a scene in front of people you shouldn’t be?”
“I expect nothing less of myself.”
Jude grinned. There was something wonderfully reckless about Robert. But it was the fact that his recklessness was rooted in self-security that made it all so appealing to Jude. Robert was so confident in himself. He could balance on anything. He could glide between London raindrops and not get wet.
Poise, that was it. And Jude loved that Robert could test his own.
“Might I see you in New York tomorrow?” Jude asked. “After I do, what is it, an ABC News program.”
“Ah, I did that this morning. Mentioned you.”
“You would.”
“I told George how you call me at all hours of the night.”
“I have no doubt.”
“And I hope you don’t mind,” Robert dropped his voice to something low and gravelly that made Jude’s skin prickle, “I told him my top ten ways to get Jude Law off. Oh wait, that was Letterman, I’m sorry.”
“Bastard, I will hang up on you.”
“That would be unfortunate. Because I was going to give you the next minute to find a private corner so I could tell you all sorts of things you like hearing.”
“Robert… I’m in a car.”
“Perfect.”
“There’s a driver, Robert.”
“Free show, he won’t mind.”
“Robert.”
“I miss wearing your clothes, Jude.” There was a sound of clinking, voices. It would be nearly three in the evening on the East Coast, and Jude wondered if Robert was out dining early, having this whole conversation over food and company as easily as if he were discussing weather patterns, mantle dust. Jude didn’t know what. Not this.
“I will bring some clothes of mine to steal,” Jude said.
“I only want the ones you’re wearing. I want to tear them from you and keep them. I want you leaving my apartment either in my clothes or in nothing.”
“I don’t want to be leaving your apartment,” Jude said. It wasn’t clingy or whiney, just direct.
It was an option.
“Fine,” Robert said. It sounded like he was eating something, and Jude grinned. “Stay as long as the West End will let you.”
“Not too long, unfortunately. But I do have this weekend.”
“Perfect, because I want to have you. In lots of compromising positions.”
“God, Robert.”
“Don’t complain, Judesie. Thanks to your voice I’m now stuck in my chair for at least a half hour.” He paused. “You’re not touching yourself, are you?”
“Barely restraining.”
“Good. Wait for me on that. Call me when your plane lands.”
“I will.”
“All right. Fucking miss you.”
“I have to hang up.”
“I wish I was your driver.”
Jude fought back a smart remark, knowing those were always for Robert. He ended the call and grinned, almost painfully, and tried to think of anything other than Robert standing in his apartment doorway, Robert greeting him with those hands and serious dark eyes and a smirk.
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