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fey_fireTakes place right after this conversation and this one.
[02:40] abbyissues: So if she did call, would he answer the phone?
[02:42] CavyBwee: *chuckles* *thinks* Rory tends to keep his cell on in case family calls. We might actually wind up with a blitzed Pippa talking with a sleep-stoned Rory. *hee!*
[02:45] abbyissues: Oh that is ten shades of adorable, right there
[02:45] CavyBwee: And both of them waking up and wondering if that actually happened or not. lol
[02:46] abbyissues: Oh good lord.
Pippa: *taking Liv's advice she picks up her phone and dials Rory's number from memory. She also manages to take another long pull from her latest beer while she waits for him to answer*
Rory: ...................... mmmph. *not really awake, but just drifting up from deep REM sleep, he fumbles his cell off the nightstand and flips it open on automatic pilot* ....... 'lo?
Pippa: *nearly chokes on her beer at the sound of his sleepy voice* ...Did I wake you, Ro?
Rory: *eyes starting to drift shut again* Mmmmmmmm. *blinks* ..........Pippa?
Pippa: *laughs, low and throaty* It's Phillipa, you know...no one ever calls me that.
Rory: Phillipa ... *yawn interrupted by a soft, husky chuckle* Really?
Pippa: *gets up from the computer and stumbles to her bed where she falls gracelessly into a pile of blankets* Is that funny to you, Ro? My name? *rolling over to look up at the ceiling* Too grown up and sophisticated for a lowly barmaid?
Rory: Mmnope. Like your name. *another yawn* Just din't know you had another one. 'n yr not ... a lowly barmaid ...
Pippa: There is soooooooooooo much you don't know about me, Ro.
Rory: Mmmhmmm. Like I didn't know you worked glass. *snuggles into the pillow* Tell me.
Pippa: I should be telling you off, you know. It's not fair. *squints her eyes at the blown glass light fixture above her head, the myriad of colors blurring and blending together* It's just...It's not fair.
Rory: *eyes blink shut again* What's not fair?
Pippa: I can't sleep and it's your fault. *the pout is audible now*
Rory: *sleepy!brain tries to parse this ... nope, not happening* Why's ... my fault?
Pippa: *sounds frustrated that he doesn't understand* This is exactly what I'm talking about! Argh! *throws a pillow across the room* You're so clueless. So...oblivious. You really have no idea at all...
Rory: *eyes blink open. Clearly he's done/doing something wrong, but ...* No idea about what? Tell me.
Pippa: Tell you? God, I want to scream it at you. *angry, drunken tears make her blink furiously* Ro...*she whines his name* Ro...God, why can't you just...why can't you?
Rory: *vaguely awake, but still very hazy* Why can't I what? *rubs his face* What is it you're wanting me to do, sweet?
Pippa: *feels her pulse race at the endearment, he's never called her that before* I want you to understand, Ro. I want you to look at me and understand the way you make me feel.
Rory: Feel? *sleep tugs a little harder at his brain, but he still manages to put "feel" and "Pippa" together and smile at the resulting mental image* Mmmmmm ... you'd feel soft ... 'n warm ... *yawn* ... wonderful ...
Pippa: *gets distracted by the image his words conjure and just may whimper a bit at the thought of him feeling her that way too* But you never touch me like that...
Rory: *blinks in bleary surprise* You wan' me to? *rakes fingers through his hair* Din't wanna be ... 'nother grabby m'sician ... *soft sigh*
Pippa: *rolls over again, face in her pillow and screams, clueless idiot...he is a clueless idiot*
Rory: *rambles on blissfully unaware* Would if you were here ... *another sigh as he runs his hand over the empty side of the bed* Wish you were ...
Pippa: *lifts her head, looks at the phone in her hand. Did he really just say...* I would have gone home with you tonight if you'd asked. I wanted you to ask.
Rory: Really? *slow smile drifts across his face* Mmm ... pretty Pippa ... *yawn* Shoulda kissed you last week ...
Pippa: Why didn't you? *she bites her lip as she looks at the clock, wishes she were in any kind of shape to drive*
Rory: Nn ... was gonna wait ... f'r second date. Shoulda just done it though. *eyes are drifting shut, but he's still smiling* ... such sweet lips ...
Pippa: You still haven't asked me for another date...*and now she's imagining his lips on hers* I wanted to kiss you so many times, you know that? I haven't wanted to kiss anyone in forever but you...Ro I want you.
Rory: Said you were busy f'r rest of the month ... gonna ask later. *blinks again* You do? *voice goes husky as well as sleepy* Want you too ... *smooths a hand over the sheets again and sighs*
Pippa: I said I was working at the Call every night...I'm home all day. *she's irritated at him again* All morning. All day. Evening. And if you wanted to be with me, I'd call in and cancel. God.
Rory: You would? *soft, pleased hum* 'S good to know ...
Pippa: *exasperated sigh* Rory, your head really is made of stone, isn't it?
Rory: Mmm. Feels heavy enough right now. *glances down at his outstretched arm* Thinking of you ... here ...
Pippa: Do you enjoy torturing me? *she'd love to be there with him, next to him*
Rory: *sleepy snort* Y'r not th' only one ... bein' tortured ...
Pippa: *sad whimpering sort of moan* Feels like it. Feels like it every time I'm in the same room with you...
Rory: Poor Pippa ... Wait a sec ... *fumbles for the notepad and pen he keeps at hand for jotting down random song ideas* ...... there. Just made m'self a note.
Pippa: *confused* About what?
Rory: ... note t'm'self ... t'get Pippa alone ... 'n kiss her. *soft, throaty semi-purr* Don' wanna torture you ... 'drather kiss you.
Pippa: *strangled cry* I'm never going to get to sleep now.
Rory: ... should I sing to you? *blinks* C'd sing you a lullaby ...
Pippa: *fist in her mouth, nods, realizes he can't see her and stops biting her hand so she can answer* Oh, Ro...
Rory: Mmmm? *soft smile* Would y'like that?
Pippa: *nodding again as she hugs a pillow to her chest* I love it when you sing...
Rory: ...'kay. *takes a deep breath and begins a slow, sweet song in Gaelic*
Pippa: *closes her eyes and just focuses on the sound on his voice in her ear*
Rory: *sings soft and low, his voice warm and caressing, then drifting to a close* ...... did that help?
Pippa: Mmm...*softly, sadly* No...now I want you here.
[04:46] CavyBwee: (by the by, if you want to hear a brief sample of what he was singing, go here and click on A Phlúirín Mhilis.)
[04:47] abbyissues: pretty
Rory: Wish I could move ... *another sigh* I'd come rock you to sleep ...
Pippa: *smiles at that* Promise me you will sometime.
Rory: *yawn* I promise ... *sleepy chuckle* 'Course I'd get distracted first ...
Pippa: With what? *not catching his meaning and afraid he'd really be distracted, not keep this promise* Please don't tease me, Ro.
Rory: No ... 'd get distracted ... with you in my arms. *another soft rumble* ... but I'd get to the rocking 'n lullaby ... eventually ...
Pippa: *alcohol still has her inhibitions on hold* What would you do? Rock me a whole different way?
[04:57] CavyBwee: (Rory has decided he's dreaming, so he's just going with saying exactly what's on his mind. lol)
[04:57] abbyissues: (oh boy)
Rory: *happy sigh* Run my hands all over your skin ... 'n then my lips ...
Pippa: *runs her free hand down the front of her torso and sighs* Mmmm...I think I'd let you do anything you wanted...
Rory: Anything? *warm smile*
Pippa: Any. Thing. *she sounds certain of this*
Rory: You'd let me fin' out everywhere y'like to be touched ... kissed ... tasted? *soft, faintly wicked chuckle*
Pippa: *furrows her brow trying to think of the answers to those questions* It's been so long, I don't even remember any more.
Rory: Has it? *sounds mildly surprised* Oh, we'll have to change that ... sweet Pippa ... I'd just need to ... take my time ...
Pippa: *nods, nearly tells him the hows and why's of it but he keeps talking* Forever sounds almost long enough.
Rory: Mmmmmm ... *soft murmur* But I couldn't wait forever ... t'be inside you ...
Pippa: *that elicits a wanting groan from her* Right now wouldn't be soon enough for that.
Rory: No. *his voice is halfway to a groan as well* No it wouldn't ... mo muirnín rua ...
Pippa: *brow furrows again* What?
Rory: *auto-translator kicks in* M'red-haired darlin' ...
Pippa: *soft laughter at that* Do you also have blondes and brunettes? A raven-haired darling too?
Rory: Nope ... nobody ... else ...
Pippa: *disbelief* I figured you had them lined up around the corner and that's why you didn't want me.
Rory: *sleepy indignation* Who said ... didn't want you? *sighs* So sweet ...
Pippa: *sighs and plays with the hem of her shirt* No one...you just never act like you do.
Rory: Talked to you ... sang to you ... watched you ... *thoughtful smile* Why don't you tell me ... how y'want me to act.
Pippa: You sing to everyone. You talk to everyone. I didn't know you watched me. *kicks her feet against the mattress, hasn't he been listening to her?* I want you to act like you're in love with me...
Rory: *soft, dreamy voice* Then that's what I'll do. *plaintive note* What about you?
Pippa: What about me, Ro?
Rory: 'M I gonna be the only one ... acting like I'm in love?
Pippa: *softly* I don't have to act.
Rory: *sigh* Me either ... *yawns*
Pippa: Do you mean that? *finally realizes that he keeps yawning* I'm sorry I woke you up, Rory...
Rory: T'sawright ... like hearing your voice.
Pippa: Then I'm sorry I didn't call earlier.
Rory: Well now y'know ... I'll be dreaming of you.
Pippa: I do that all the time...dream about you.
Rory: Mmmmm ... tonight?
Pippa: No, tonight I just couldn't stop thinking about you. Other nights. Lots of nights. You keep me from getting a lot of good sleep, Rory Stone. It's very inconsiderate of you.
Rory: *faint snort* If I'm gonna do that ... should do it the right way.
Pippa: And how's that?
Rory: *sleepy rumble* Make love t'you of course ... *smiles* Sweet and slow and strong ...
Pippa: *another of those whimpers and a sigh* I thought you told that what's his name FBI man that sex was just fun...
Rory: *brow furrows* I did? *rummages sleep-drenched memory* No ... I said that sex that wasn't fun is depressing. Never said it was just fun. 'S more than that ... when it's really good.
Pippa: *shrugs at her misinterpretation* I used to think I knew what it was, how it was supposed to be but I was wrong. And stupid and it wasn't fun. *she pauses, thinking* Would you really make love to me? Love me, not use me?
Rory: C'd never use you ... sweet Pippa ...
Pippa: I don't think I could stand it if you broke my heart.
Rory: *pause followed by a long sigh* It'd be ... other way 'round ...
Pippa: *shakes her head* Never, Ro. I'd never do anything to hurt you.
Rory: *voice is drifting* ... know ... y'wdn't want to ...
Pippa: *insistent* I wouldn't. Couldn't.
Rory: It'sall right Pippa ... It is ... *trails off into a stream of Gaelic*
Pippa: *is lost again when he stops speaking English* I don't understand you, Ro. Not at all.
Rory: *faint sigh*
Pippa: *sighs herself* I'm going to hate myself for this later, but you should go back to sleep.
Rory: ... 'nkay ... *kisses the phone*
Pippa: *blinks, takes a moment to realize that he's blown her a kiss* I...I love you, Ro.
Rory: *soft snore*
Pippa: *laughs before hanging up the phone*
Rory: *drifts off into dreams of sweet, silky skin and softly tangled red hair ... with phone on the pillow and notebook next to him in bed*
Pippa: *rolls over with a groan and tries to desperately stop thinking about Rory making love to her. Is not very successful*
[02:40] abbyissues: So if she did call, would he answer the phone?
[02:42] CavyBwee: *chuckles* *thinks* Rory tends to keep his cell on in case family calls. We might actually wind up with a blitzed Pippa talking with a sleep-stoned Rory. *hee!*
[02:45] abbyissues: Oh that is ten shades of adorable, right there
[02:45] CavyBwee: And both of them waking up and wondering if that actually happened or not. lol
[02:46] abbyissues: Oh good lord.
Pippa: *taking Liv's advice she picks up her phone and dials Rory's number from memory. She also manages to take another long pull from her latest beer while she waits for him to answer*
Rory: ...................... mmmph. *not really awake, but just drifting up from deep REM sleep, he fumbles his cell off the nightstand and flips it open on automatic pilot* ....... 'lo?
Pippa: *nearly chokes on her beer at the sound of his sleepy voice* ...Did I wake you, Ro?
Rory: *eyes starting to drift shut again* Mmmmmmmm. *blinks* ..........Pippa?
Pippa: *laughs, low and throaty* It's Phillipa, you know...no one ever calls me that.
Rory: Phillipa ... *yawn interrupted by a soft, husky chuckle* Really?
Pippa: *gets up from the computer and stumbles to her bed where she falls gracelessly into a pile of blankets* Is that funny to you, Ro? My name? *rolling over to look up at the ceiling* Too grown up and sophisticated for a lowly barmaid?
Rory: Mmnope. Like your name. *another yawn* Just din't know you had another one. 'n yr not ... a lowly barmaid ...
Pippa: There is soooooooooooo much you don't know about me, Ro.
Rory: Mmmhmmm. Like I didn't know you worked glass. *snuggles into the pillow* Tell me.
Pippa: I should be telling you off, you know. It's not fair. *squints her eyes at the blown glass light fixture above her head, the myriad of colors blurring and blending together* It's just...It's not fair.
Rory: *eyes blink shut again* What's not fair?
Pippa: I can't sleep and it's your fault. *the pout is audible now*
Rory: *sleepy!brain tries to parse this ... nope, not happening* Why's ... my fault?
Pippa: *sounds frustrated that he doesn't understand* This is exactly what I'm talking about! Argh! *throws a pillow across the room* You're so clueless. So...oblivious. You really have no idea at all...
Rory: *eyes blink open. Clearly he's done/doing something wrong, but ...* No idea about what? Tell me.
Pippa: Tell you? God, I want to scream it at you. *angry, drunken tears make her blink furiously* Ro...*she whines his name* Ro...God, why can't you just...why can't you?
Rory: *vaguely awake, but still very hazy* Why can't I what? *rubs his face* What is it you're wanting me to do, sweet?
Pippa: *feels her pulse race at the endearment, he's never called her that before* I want you to understand, Ro. I want you to look at me and understand the way you make me feel.
Rory: Feel? *sleep tugs a little harder at his brain, but he still manages to put "feel" and "Pippa" together and smile at the resulting mental image* Mmmmmm ... you'd feel soft ... 'n warm ... *yawn* ... wonderful ...
Pippa: *gets distracted by the image his words conjure and just may whimper a bit at the thought of him feeling her that way too* But you never touch me like that...
Rory: *blinks in bleary surprise* You wan' me to? *rakes fingers through his hair* Din't wanna be ... 'nother grabby m'sician ... *soft sigh*
Pippa: *rolls over again, face in her pillow and screams, clueless idiot...he is a clueless idiot*
Rory: *rambles on blissfully unaware* Would if you were here ... *another sigh as he runs his hand over the empty side of the bed* Wish you were ...
Pippa: *lifts her head, looks at the phone in her hand. Did he really just say...* I would have gone home with you tonight if you'd asked. I wanted you to ask.
Rory: Really? *slow smile drifts across his face* Mmm ... pretty Pippa ... *yawn* Shoulda kissed you last week ...
Pippa: Why didn't you? *she bites her lip as she looks at the clock, wishes she were in any kind of shape to drive*
Rory: Nn ... was gonna wait ... f'r second date. Shoulda just done it though. *eyes are drifting shut, but he's still smiling* ... such sweet lips ...
Pippa: You still haven't asked me for another date...*and now she's imagining his lips on hers* I wanted to kiss you so many times, you know that? I haven't wanted to kiss anyone in forever but you...Ro I want you.
Rory: Said you were busy f'r rest of the month ... gonna ask later. *blinks again* You do? *voice goes husky as well as sleepy* Want you too ... *smooths a hand over the sheets again and sighs*
Pippa: I said I was working at the Call every night...I'm home all day. *she's irritated at him again* All morning. All day. Evening. And if you wanted to be with me, I'd call in and cancel. God.
Rory: You would? *soft, pleased hum* 'S good to know ...
Pippa: *exasperated sigh* Rory, your head really is made of stone, isn't it?
Rory: Mmm. Feels heavy enough right now. *glances down at his outstretched arm* Thinking of you ... here ...
Pippa: Do you enjoy torturing me? *she'd love to be there with him, next to him*
Rory: *sleepy snort* Y'r not th' only one ... bein' tortured ...
Pippa: *sad whimpering sort of moan* Feels like it. Feels like it every time I'm in the same room with you...
Rory: Poor Pippa ... Wait a sec ... *fumbles for the notepad and pen he keeps at hand for jotting down random song ideas* ...... there. Just made m'self a note.
Pippa: *confused* About what?
Rory: ... note t'm'self ... t'get Pippa alone ... 'n kiss her. *soft, throaty semi-purr* Don' wanna torture you ... 'drather kiss you.
Pippa: *strangled cry* I'm never going to get to sleep now.
Rory: ... should I sing to you? *blinks* C'd sing you a lullaby ...
Pippa: *fist in her mouth, nods, realizes he can't see her and stops biting her hand so she can answer* Oh, Ro...
Rory: Mmmm? *soft smile* Would y'like that?
Pippa: *nodding again as she hugs a pillow to her chest* I love it when you sing...
Rory: ...'kay. *takes a deep breath and begins a slow, sweet song in Gaelic*
Pippa: *closes her eyes and just focuses on the sound on his voice in her ear*
Rory: *sings soft and low, his voice warm and caressing, then drifting to a close* ...... did that help?
Pippa: Mmm...*softly, sadly* No...now I want you here.
[04:46] CavyBwee: (by the by, if you want to hear a brief sample of what he was singing, go here and click on A Phlúirín Mhilis.)
[04:47] abbyissues: pretty
Rory: Wish I could move ... *another sigh* I'd come rock you to sleep ...
Pippa: *smiles at that* Promise me you will sometime.
Rory: *yawn* I promise ... *sleepy chuckle* 'Course I'd get distracted first ...
Pippa: With what? *not catching his meaning and afraid he'd really be distracted, not keep this promise* Please don't tease me, Ro.
Rory: No ... 'd get distracted ... with you in my arms. *another soft rumble* ... but I'd get to the rocking 'n lullaby ... eventually ...
Pippa: *alcohol still has her inhibitions on hold* What would you do? Rock me a whole different way?
[04:57] CavyBwee: (Rory has decided he's dreaming, so he's just going with saying exactly what's on his mind. lol)
[04:57] abbyissues: (oh boy)
Rory: *happy sigh* Run my hands all over your skin ... 'n then my lips ...
Pippa: *runs her free hand down the front of her torso and sighs* Mmmm...I think I'd let you do anything you wanted...
Rory: Anything? *warm smile*
Pippa: Any. Thing. *she sounds certain of this*
Rory: You'd let me fin' out everywhere y'like to be touched ... kissed ... tasted? *soft, faintly wicked chuckle*
Pippa: *furrows her brow trying to think of the answers to those questions* It's been so long, I don't even remember any more.
Rory: Has it? *sounds mildly surprised* Oh, we'll have to change that ... sweet Pippa ... I'd just need to ... take my time ...
Pippa: *nods, nearly tells him the hows and why's of it but he keeps talking* Forever sounds almost long enough.
Rory: Mmmmmm ... *soft murmur* But I couldn't wait forever ... t'be inside you ...
Pippa: *that elicits a wanting groan from her* Right now wouldn't be soon enough for that.
Rory: No. *his voice is halfway to a groan as well* No it wouldn't ... mo muirnín rua ...
Pippa: *brow furrows again* What?
Rory: *auto-translator kicks in* M'red-haired darlin' ...
Pippa: *soft laughter at that* Do you also have blondes and brunettes? A raven-haired darling too?
Rory: Nope ... nobody ... else ...
Pippa: *disbelief* I figured you had them lined up around the corner and that's why you didn't want me.
Rory: *sleepy indignation* Who said ... didn't want you? *sighs* So sweet ...
Pippa: *sighs and plays with the hem of her shirt* No one...you just never act like you do.
Rory: Talked to you ... sang to you ... watched you ... *thoughtful smile* Why don't you tell me ... how y'want me to act.
Pippa: You sing to everyone. You talk to everyone. I didn't know you watched me. *kicks her feet against the mattress, hasn't he been listening to her?* I want you to act like you're in love with me...
Rory: *soft, dreamy voice* Then that's what I'll do. *plaintive note* What about you?
Pippa: What about me, Ro?
Rory: 'M I gonna be the only one ... acting like I'm in love?
Pippa: *softly* I don't have to act.
Rory: *sigh* Me either ... *yawns*
Pippa: Do you mean that? *finally realizes that he keeps yawning* I'm sorry I woke you up, Rory...
Rory: T'sawright ... like hearing your voice.
Pippa: Then I'm sorry I didn't call earlier.
Rory: Well now y'know ... I'll be dreaming of you.
Pippa: I do that all the time...dream about you.
Rory: Mmmmm ... tonight?
Pippa: No, tonight I just couldn't stop thinking about you. Other nights. Lots of nights. You keep me from getting a lot of good sleep, Rory Stone. It's very inconsiderate of you.
Rory: *faint snort* If I'm gonna do that ... should do it the right way.
Pippa: And how's that?
Rory: *sleepy rumble* Make love t'you of course ... *smiles* Sweet and slow and strong ...
Pippa: *another of those whimpers and a sigh* I thought you told that what's his name FBI man that sex was just fun...
Rory: *brow furrows* I did? *rummages sleep-drenched memory* No ... I said that sex that wasn't fun is depressing. Never said it was just fun. 'S more than that ... when it's really good.
Pippa: *shrugs at her misinterpretation* I used to think I knew what it was, how it was supposed to be but I was wrong. And stupid and it wasn't fun. *she pauses, thinking* Would you really make love to me? Love me, not use me?
Rory: C'd never use you ... sweet Pippa ...
Pippa: I don't think I could stand it if you broke my heart.
Rory: *pause followed by a long sigh* It'd be ... other way 'round ...
Pippa: *shakes her head* Never, Ro. I'd never do anything to hurt you.
Rory: *voice is drifting* ... know ... y'wdn't want to ...
Pippa: *insistent* I wouldn't. Couldn't.
Rory: It'sall right Pippa ... It is ... *trails off into a stream of Gaelic*
Pippa: *is lost again when he stops speaking English* I don't understand you, Ro. Not at all.
Rory: *faint sigh*
Pippa: *sighs herself* I'm going to hate myself for this later, but you should go back to sleep.
Rory: ... 'nkay ... *kisses the phone*
Pippa: *blinks, takes a moment to realize that he's blown her a kiss* I...I love you, Ro.
Rory: *soft snore*
Pippa: *laughs before hanging up the phone*
Rory: *drifts off into dreams of sweet, silky skin and softly tangled red hair ... with phone on the pillow and notebook next to him in bed*
Pippa: *rolls over with a groan and tries to desperately stop thinking about Rory making love to her. Is not very successful*
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Date: 2008-05-01 08:25 am (UTC)OOC: *facepalm*