Anticipation [RP thread for fey_fire]

[sandandwater]

It’s half past eight and Pippa’s going through the motions of opening Last Call for business. It’s a routine she can perform mostly by rote: sweep the floors, take the chairs down from the tables, wipe off the bar and the table tops, deal with petty cash for the register…let the band in the back door when they arrive. The band. Breaker Street. Rory.

Ro

.

She closes her eyes and forces herself to take a deep, calming breath. Normally, she loves Wednesdays. Loves being the only one here as they set up the stage with their instruments, tune up. She usually helps Morrie run the sound check. Chats with the band and gazes longingly at Ro whenever he’s not looking at her. But tonight—

The red haired woman has a feeling that tonight’s going to be

much

different. She hasn’t seen Ro since their phone call revelations and she’s counting on (hoping, really) him keeping his word about kissing her. She’s even gone so far as to dress a bit nicer this evening. A simple baby doll smock with capped sleeves and jeans. Her usual funky collection of jewelry. Heeled shoes that give her considerably more height, taking into account Rory’s tall, lanky frame.

She hears the solid cadence against the metal fire exit doors. That’d be Kreske, the drummer tatting out some ridiculous rhythm instead of just knocking.

Here goes nothing

…Pippa smooths a hand over her riot of curls and hurries across the bar to let them in. She tucks her blistered and bandaged hand behind her back as she uses her free arm to brace the door open. “Hey, guys…”

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[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

Hearing the knock at the door, Pippa gently pushes the pup out of her lap and finds herself trying to calm a sudden rush of nerves.

It's only Ro

, she tells herself,

no need to panic

. And yet...it's him. Here. For dinner and conversation.

She sighs and smooths a hand over her blouse, her skirt. Conversation that may be a bit problematic. Will he judge her, consider her dishonest and not worth his time if she tells him that she's hid far more than her artistic pursuits? Knowing she can't not tell him if she wants to share more than that one kiss with him, she resigns herself to letting the ball drop into his court. If he wants to play, wonderful. If not...what can she do?

Pippa shakes herself, moves to the door and pulls it open, using a bare foot to keep an overly eager puppy from darting into the hall. "Ro, hi! Come in...please. Before little mister here makes his escape again."

She's smiling as she looks up at him, glad to see that he's kept his promise to bring his guitar with him. "If he's too obnoxious, I'll put him in my bedroom..."

[fey-fire.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Pippa." Rory smiles and brushes a quick kiss across her cheek before chuckling down at the floppy-eared pup currently play-bowing at his feet, rear-end wagging with excitement at the new visitor. "Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be fine."

He does take care to set his guitar up on a side table, having had more than one case nibbled on by other animals over the years. Kneeling down, Rory gives Mr. Beaker a thorough ear and back scratch before standing to once more face the lovely redhead who's been occupying most of his thoughts since last night.

Ah yes, last night ... Rory steps close and slides his arms around her, unable to resist having her close any longer. "Thank you for the invitation, sweet," he murmurs before dipping his head for a slow, gentle kiss.

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

"Mmm...you're...welcome." She manages between soft kisses, smiling against his mouth. He feels good, makes her feel very good when he holds her this way and Pippa nearly lets everything else on her mind simply fall away. Who needs conversation when Rory has his arms around her and his warm breath is caressing her upturned face?

Pippa finally takes a step back and unhooks his arms from around her middle once the puppy starts barking. Quiet exasperation mingles with her soft laughter as she glances at the Doberman. he speaks to the pup as if he's another person, a small child really, not thinking anything of it as she stoops down to give him a pat. "Oh, don't start that now, please. No one wants to hear your very loud protests."

Looking up at Rory, her expression is apologetic of sorts, "He's not used to sharing my attention."

Once Mr. Beaker quiets, Pippa stands again and moves towards the kitchen, intent on washing her hands. "Can I get you anything, Ro? Something to drink? And please...make yourself comfortable."