Phonecall of Apology [RP for fey_fire]

[sandandwater]

Pippa logs off the computer with a resigned sigh and turns to stare down her phone. She will call him and apologize. She owes Rory at least that much. Right. Well, calling involves picking up the phone and dialing. Groaning, she rubs her brow with one hand and reaches for the receiver with the other.

At least she doesn't have to think about the digits involved, she only has to hit redial and let the phone reconnect her to the musician. Pippa says a little prayer that Rory isn't still asleep, waking him from slumber twice really wouldn't be a good sign.

It's ringing, she's waiting with a looming trepidation.

Please pick up, Ro. I can't handle a voice mail right now.

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[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

She bites her lip, nods and can feel the blush in her cheeks again. Then she smiles. "I--"

Oh, don't be bashful now, you've already put it all out there for him,

"I want you to, Ro. I really want you to."

She closes her eyes and silently squeals, did she just say that? Yes, yes she did. Happiness, pure giddy delight at what's happening between them, makes laughter bubble up and Pippa can't contain it. "I'm sorry I'm laughing. I'm not--it's not you, I just--I'm happy."

[fey-fire.livejournal.com]

"So am I, sweet." And he is. Oh, issues will have to be dealt with, and he'll have to tell her things about himself with no way of knowing how she'll react, but that's all later. Right now he can hear her laughter sparkling in his ear and let his own well up in answer. Right now he can let anticipation of that kiss warm him from the inside out.

Of course it all begs the question of when he will be able to get her alone. He sighs, "I'd be tempted to come over right now, but I've got too much on my plate today." Stretching in his chair, he resists the temptation to cancel it all. "What will you be doing?"

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

She sobers as he answers her next question before she's had the chance to ask it. He's too busy to see her. Common sense and the realization that life's little obligations and priorities still have to be met knock the wind out of her sails just a bit. She hopes he doesn't notice. "Me?"

She does laugh again, only it's self-deprecating in nature now. Looking down at her rumpled self she shrugs. "If I manage to put something besides pajamas on and find my hairbrush, I'm considering the day a success. What's got you so busy?"

[fey-fire.livejournal.com]

He sighs gustily and lets his wistfulness creep into his voice. "Songwriting, errands and a day job at a stable near Albany. If it were just the songwriting and errands, I'd be over in a heartbeat."

And now he's imagining her all sleep-tousled in PJs that are probably far more abbreviated than what she's actually wearing. Put it in neutral until later, man.

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

She has to bite her lip to keep herself from asking him detailed questions about the stable job. God, how she misses riding. "Albany...that's quite a drive. I'm not holding you up, am I?" She won't ask him to forgo his obligations, she has some dignity still intact even after last night's embarrassing phone call.