Real Person // Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock // Put That Smile Back On Your Face
Title: Put That Smile Back On Your Face
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Keanu Reeves & Sandra Bullock
Prompt: 82. Hit
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 465
Summary: Keanu tries to sleep.
Author's Note: Ah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
He just wants to sleep. Shooting yesterday was exhausting, he tossed all night, and got to the set this morning at five. Now as they configure the next scene he was granted a couple hours of blissful shut eye. That idea came to a screeching halt the moment Sandra bounded in and collapsed on the bed next to him.
He likes her -- she is a good actress, funny, likeable if somewhat unusual. But there are times like these where he wishes she understood boundaries. At first it had been fine (albeit a bit cramped), she lying next to him, and despite the unexpected twist in his lower abdomen he enjoyed her presence. He assumed she too craved fleeting sleep. Then she started shifting.
Harmless at first; easy to ignore. A light sigh, a shift of position, her fingers creeping along the edge of the twin to keep herself from falling off. He rolls onto his side, facing the trailer’s wall, to accommodate. Two seconds later she flops on top of him, arching her back, laughing and watching him for a reaction.
“Sandy, stop.”
“What?”
“You’re … ugh. I’m trying to sleep.” Keanu digs the heel of his hand into the small of her back, hoping to encourage movement, but it only produces giggles and teeth biting sharply into his skin. “Stop it!” his voice hovers somewhere between a growl and a whine.
“Cranky much?” she turns over to her front, balancing herself on him with her elbows. The pointy daggers dig into him and he’s certain it will result in organ damage, if not bruising.
“You’re all over me and I’m trying to sleep!” he shuts his eyes before he really blows up on her. Takes a breath and thinks of when she isn’t driving him insane. At the moment he’s drawing a blank.
“I’m sorry.” she teeters as he shifts to his back; loses her shaky balance and an elbow spars his rib. Keanu grimaces. Sandra immediately sits up, sober, tucking her arms at her sides, though the damage is already done. “Oh, I am so sorry. I should … I was antsy,” she apologizes.
“It’s all right.” he opens his eyes and rubs the inflicted area. Sandra’s fingers are in her mouth. They are both quiet for a few minutes. “Are you sure you’re thirty?”
A small smile pops on her face. “Most of the time.” she climbs off the bed. “Go back to sleep.”
“I never was asleep.” he tries to sit up but her look says she won’t have any of it. He settles back. “We were doing okay there.”
“Another time.” the smile curves full now. “I’ll come by when they’re ready for us.”
And like a tornado which only lingers to do just enough damage, she’s gone.
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Keanu Reeves & Sandra Bullock
Prompt: 82. Hit
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 465
Summary: Keanu tries to sleep.
Author's Note: Ah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
He just wants to sleep. Shooting yesterday was exhausting, he tossed all night, and got to the set this morning at five. Now as they configure the next scene he was granted a couple hours of blissful shut eye. That idea came to a screeching halt the moment Sandra bounded in and collapsed on the bed next to him.
He likes her -- she is a good actress, funny, likeable if somewhat unusual. But there are times like these where he wishes she understood boundaries. At first it had been fine (albeit a bit cramped), she lying next to him, and despite the unexpected twist in his lower abdomen he enjoyed her presence. He assumed she too craved fleeting sleep. Then she started shifting.
Harmless at first; easy to ignore. A light sigh, a shift of position, her fingers creeping along the edge of the twin to keep herself from falling off. He rolls onto his side, facing the trailer’s wall, to accommodate. Two seconds later she flops on top of him, arching her back, laughing and watching him for a reaction.
“Sandy, stop.”
“What?”
“You’re … ugh. I’m trying to sleep.” Keanu digs the heel of his hand into the small of her back, hoping to encourage movement, but it only produces giggles and teeth biting sharply into his skin. “Stop it!” his voice hovers somewhere between a growl and a whine.
“Cranky much?” she turns over to her front, balancing herself on him with her elbows. The pointy daggers dig into him and he’s certain it will result in organ damage, if not bruising.
“You’re all over me and I’m trying to sleep!” he shuts his eyes before he really blows up on her. Takes a breath and thinks of when she isn’t driving him insane. At the moment he’s drawing a blank.
“I’m sorry.” she teeters as he shifts to his back; loses her shaky balance and an elbow spars his rib. Keanu grimaces. Sandra immediately sits up, sober, tucking her arms at her sides, though the damage is already done. “Oh, I am so sorry. I should … I was antsy,” she apologizes.
“It’s all right.” he opens his eyes and rubs the inflicted area. Sandra’s fingers are in her mouth. They are both quiet for a few minutes. “Are you sure you’re thirty?”
A small smile pops on her face. “Most of the time.” she climbs off the bed. “Go back to sleep.”
“I never was asleep.” he tries to sit up but her look says she won’t have any of it. He settles back. “We were doing okay there.”
“Another time.” the smile curves full now. “I’ll come by when they’re ready for us.”
And like a tornado which only lingers to do just enough damage, she’s gone.