Lie awake all night wondering...

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And then I'm in your arms I'll try to relax
Don't want to lie awake all night wondering where we're at
Oh this tossing and turning won't clear these blues away
When I am longing just to hear you say
'No Turning Back' - Sarah Blasko


Six months ago she walked out of his life, or tried to at any rate. Pippa couldn’t sever all ties with this man no matter how often she told herself it would be better, easier, safer. No, there were phone calls and letters, emails and now he was here with her in Venice. Here because she had asked him to come.

What was she doing?

Lying in his arms and pretending things were fine, acting as though there weren’t problems and issues to be settled and discussed. She was savoring the feel of his skin, hot and still damp with sweat, against hers. She was listening to him breath deep and even as he slept. Studying the lines and curves of his face, the delicate cheekbones and the wide, generous mouth—she could still taste his kisses when she swallowed involuntarily. Shifting, she stifled a groan as sore muscles protested, strained and aching from vigorous lovemaking. She sighed.

Pippa was not sleeping.

It would be morning soon and he would wake, she would have to find some way to either continue this charade (oh, the cowardice that taunted her) or face their relationship (lack thereof) head-on and the consequences of her actions. Would he want to discuss what happened? Could he find a way to forgive her? Should she forgive him? Did he realize that she still loved him? Too many questions and no easy answers no matter how hard she searched.

Keep trying.

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"Re Rosso, caro." Pippa squeezed his hand tightly before letting go, moving to stand before him. "Didn't you wonder at people recognizing you yesterday?" There was the faintest trace of wry amusement in the question; it didn't linger.

She was watching him as closely as he was looking at the sculpture, drinking in all the details with avid focus. What she saw had Pippa lifting a hand to rest against Rory's chest. He complimented her work but there was something not right here, not right with him. Time apart and arguments aside, she still knew this man well. Or so she thought. "I tried. When I left New York, I tried to not think about you. Not want you or need you. I didn't even want to love you because it hurt so much."

Her hand slid down the soft blue fabric of his shirt, fingers splaying over his stomach and the firm muscles she felt there, solid. Strong. "I couldn't help it, Ro. It doesn't seem to matter how hard things are, how wrong, how horrible--I couldn't stop thinking about you. I go to sleep and you are there in my dreams. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up. You're in everything I do and feel."

The redhead turned away as she continued to talk, the words tumbling freely now, walking to her master piece. The thing that caused so much strife between herself and the maestro, not that Rory needed to know that part of things. "At first, I told myself I needed to let go and forget. Just stop tormenting myself because it was over. The best part of my life was gone." Her hands slide up and over the red glass, its smooth surface as familiar to her as the contours of his face, his body. "Didn't matter, you know. Didn't help, so I tried sketching these images just to get them out of my head. I filled sketchbooks full of renderings. So many of them, every angle, all from memory. All of you."

She hung her head, laughed without humor, as she recalled the frenzied way she had worked, relentlessly striving for perfection and trying to capture every detail in an impossibly flat medium. Glass was to be the only way. That realization had shocked her then and it unsettled her now. "Rory, it wasn't Venice or Alessandro that gave me back my glass. It was you.

"It was you."

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Rory shook his head very slightly, a reflexive refusal to take credit for what Pippa had obviously worked so hard to reclaim. He'd listened to her of course, taking in her description of what she'd been through since leaving New York and him. In many ways it mirrored his drive to find an outlet for his own distraught feelings. His hand clenched briefly in the memory of being gouged by a steel guitar string during one over-passionate practice session.

You're in everything I do and feel ... the best part of my life ... I didn't even want to love you ... needed to let go and forget. He might have said every one of those words himself. He felt balanced on a tightrope--no. Clinging to a lifeline in a flood of conflicting emotions, while he watched Pippa caress her creation. Her obsession.

"I don't ... know what to say." His voice dropped to just over a whisper as the tears welled up again. Hells, would they ever stop? "I've made so many mistakes."

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It wasn't that she disagreed with him, on the contrary, she knew just how right he was. He'd made quite a few mistakes. But then, so had she. One look over her shoulder at him was all it took for her to realize she shouldn't verbalize any of her thoughts just now and certainly not any of his transgressions. He looked now the way she had felt for the better part of a year. How was it that she never realized it before? Didn't notice his pain? Was he that good at deceiving her or was she simply blinded by her own hurts to see?

Pippa let the sculpture be and did the only thing that made any sense to her, she wrapped her arms around Rory and held on tight. "We don't have to make any more."

We. Not 'you' or 'I', but we.

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A simple sentence. A simple gesture. Such small things, but Rory felt something loosen inside him even as fresh tears trickled down his face. His arms slid around Pippa in a reflex of want ... and love.

Let it go, my son. In his mind he heard the words his Da murmured in his ear not long ago. You can't be strong all the time, none of you can. Let go and try a little less hard, hmm?

Rory took a deep, shaky breath and let go, crying softly into Pippa's curls. He still felt broken and unworthy, but somewhere deep inside he thought he might see how to be whole again.

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He cried and she held onto him; how many times had he done the same for her? Far too many to count. Eventually, Pippa brought a hand up, slipping under that shaggy mane of hair to rest against the back of Rory's neck. "I am so sorry, Ro..."

Words, she knew, that wouldn't heal or help, encompassing far too many things: his mistakes, her own, their fight this morning, bringing him here...not being able to make it better.

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Another tiny, reflexive head shake, but tears had too strong a grip on Rory for him to summon words to go with it. His arms tightened around Pippa, though, and his lips pressed against her temple. For minutes he just held her, soaking up her scent and feel, her very presence. Her warmth seemed to seep into him, easing tightened muscles in his chest and stomach, and her hand on his neck soothed the tension working its way into his scalp.

He at last opened his eyes to find the fiery glow of Pippa's creation wavering in his tears. She'd known so much about his imperfections when he left, and yet still felt inspired to cast the King in his image. Whether or not he felt worthy of it was entirely beside the point.

"It is amazing, sweet," he husked. "And I'm honored, truly." Suddenly he lifted his head to look into her blue eyes. "I love you, a muirnín. You do know that, don't you?"

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His image, her ideals and all the love she had for the man, the statue wasn't as simple a thing as merely looking like Rory, there were layers and depth and processes filled with meaning, some of which she might never articulate, even for him. The Red King was more to Pippa than an attempt to capture Rory's physical likeness, she wanted to cast his spirit and energy, the essence of who and what she believed him to be. Wanted to show him all of the beautiful ways she saw her lover.

Pippa touched her fingertips to his chin, then cheek, traced the shape of his bottom lip before nodding slowly and whispering her reply, "Of course I know, Ro. How could I not?"

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There was still pain, God knew, but he felt as though some other cold, hard thing was melting inside him and trickling slowly away. Rory blinked, startled to recognize that thing as fear. He caught Pippa's hand and pressed her fingertips to his lips, kissing them one by one.

But her fingers weren't enough. Rory bent his neck to bring his lips to hers, first in delicate brushes, then in a firmer nuzzle, then finally gaining entrance to her mouth for a kiss that blended sweetness with hunger. When he finally lifted his head he was smiling, a strangely shy smile for him, but a smile nonetheless. Resting his lips against her forehead, he breathed Is tú mo ghrá against her skin.

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"I love you too, so much." Some day she'd like to say those words to him in his native tongue but right now she knew she would only mangle difficult syllables and the accent he made sound so effortless and graceful. Some day when she wasn't so immersed in her Italian--should it ever come.

Pippa knew that nothing had changed from this morning, except perhaps a new awareness of each other's hurts, and that they had many things to discuss and a lot of ground to cover. She knew this and yet she smiled too, smiled and hugged him again in relief. For the first time in months she felt like she could breathe, draw in as much air as her lungs demanded without fear of choking on it. It was a start.

"Kiss me again?"

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Rory too knew that they were a long way from daylight, but at least he could see a glimmer. True, he'd be leaving at the end of the week, but every step they could take toward being able to face things together meant the world to him. He had hope, and he meant to keep a firm grip on it with both hands.

When Pippa asked for another kiss, his smile turned from tentative and shy to warm and knowing, something far more Rory. "But of course, sweet." His started this kiss with teasing nips and nibbles before sighing happily and claiming her mouth again.

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She returned his affection and passion eagerly, her tongue dueling with and caressing his, hungry for his taste. Not quite satisfied but keeping in mind that the other gaffers wouldn't stay gone for long, Pippa pulled away far enough to break the kiss. Her face was faintly flushed and her smile was warm, "Thank you."

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He drank in that lovely smile like a plant drinking in daylight. "Thank you, love." His lips caressed Pippa's in a kiss that looked chaste, but a tiny flick of his tongue promised more to come later.

Keeping his arms around her, Rory turned his attention back to the glass figure glowing in its reds and golds. "I can see what you've been doing all these months, a chroi, but I confess I'm not entirely sure how." Surely this had to differ from the glassblowing and lampworking he'd watched her do previously.

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Different, yes and no. Pippa was a clever and rather inventive artist when she had the motive and inspiration. Turning in his embrace so that she stood with her back to his chest and her arms folded over his, Pippa smirked. "Magic."

His nonverbal response to that caused a soft chuckle to escape her lips before giving him a valid answer, "Carefully, for the most part. It's done in sections, pieces." Seams she hid and disguised under patterns in color and by going back over them with painstaking care and a blowtorch. "Sand casting and molds, a bit of improvised lampwork. Alessandro calling me names and thinking less of my skill--casting is cheating if you ask him. He's been simply furious at me these last few months.

"And of course, memory." She tipped her head back to look up at him, studying the lines and angles of his face. "You're beautiful, you know? It might have been the most detailed but working on his face was also easiest. I already knew exactly what he looked like."

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Rory smiled and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, a thank you for her compliment. When he looked back at her sculpture, however, his brow furrowed. "Cheating? How can he think you've cheated in any way, given the results? Even I can see how much effort and skill you've put into this work, and I'm no gaffer."

He found himself feeling rather less charitable toward Maestro Evangelisti. As her teacher and mentor, shouldn't he be encouraging her?

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Pippa knew it wasn't solely her methods the man objected to, but her work ethic and even on some levels, her subject matter. Shaking her head and patting his forearm, Pippa shrugged her shoulders against Rory's back. "It's not what he taught me to do and I suppose on some levels I agree with him. Any idiot can pour flux into a mold and wait for it to cool off. There isn't any artistic merit in that."

There was a great deal of science involved, however. She mixed her own silica combinations and handled the coloring chemicals in her own unique method, she certainly created the castings and molds herself, nothing here was prefabricated. Pippa also, as always, sells herself short.

"We've always argued with each other, Ro. It's nothing new." Sometimes she even enjoys screaming back at the old man and having him retort with a litany of heated Italian.

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Well. If it worked for them, Rory supposed he shouldn't criticize. But still ... he'd heard Pippa denigrate her own abilities too often. "Maybe not in the pouring and cooling," he said mildly, "but in all the steps leading up to, and the ones that follow after ..." He left off there, hopefully making enough of a point to answer his lover's self-deprecation without sparking another argument.

He gave her a gentle squeeze as he looked thoughtfully at the Red King. "I wonder how he'll feel about meeting the original, as it were." He glanced down to check her reaction. "That is, if you want me to meet him while I'm here. If you'd rather I didn't, I can understand that."

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No, she wasn't going to argue with Rory over this, not now. She'd had her fill of that this morning. Pippa gave his forearm another caress and sighed. "Alessandro? Oh...I'm sure he'll be...well, he'd like to meet you."

And the old maestro would be gracious to Rory's face, she knew. The consummate host in every way. He'd save his true thoughts for once the Irishman was gone again. It was another of those things that troubled Pippa but seemed to have no easy solution. Far too many half-truths told to protect people and in the process giving Alessandro an unclear picture of just what happened in New York.

"And Marcello..." She smiled at her friends name on her lips. The photographer was far more forgiving than her mentor and would genuinely enjoy Rory, she thought.

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"Marcello, hm?" He returned her smile as he said the name. It was past time, Rory decided, that he set aside his initial gut reaction over those pictures Pippa posted. He'd posed showing far more skin in his day, after all. "I look forward to meeting him."

He didn't miss her hesitation on the subject of the maestro, and considered possible reasons for it. There was quite a list of possibilities, actually. Well and well, he'd just have to deal with the man as best he could when the time came.

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"But right now," she turned in his embrace again, fingers curling against the collar of his shirt as she tried to pull his face to hers, "I want to keep you to myself."

Her upset temporarily cooled and her flirtatious side warming up, Pippa forgot her earlier self-promise to abstain in the studio and pressed a nibbling kiss to Rory's chin, then his jaw. "You're here to see me, after all. Aren't you?"

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Pippa didn't need much effort to pull Rory closer, because he went willingly. Nibbling his way down to her lips, he murmured, "I certainly am, love. All of you, and as often as possible." Pressing her close, he sucked softly on the sweet curve of her lower lip.

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"Hmmm..." As often as possible, well that left Pippa with little choice, she thought as she returned his kisses and began to work the buttons of his shirt undone. "Come back here."

She was tugging him towards a room filled with tools and sand and shelves lined with jars of chemicals. The frosted glass panes making up most of the interior wall didn't offer much privacy but it was in the rear of the studio, away from the fires and therefore quieter and cooler.

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"Here?" Rory looked down at those unfastening buttons with arched eyebrows and a teasing smile, following Pippa's lead with an enthusiasm that belied the mock-scandal in his tone. "Why Miss Kerr, whatever shall I do with you?"

Once they were in the back room, though, his wandering hands and nuzzling lips said that he clearly had all sorts of ideas on just what to do with her. "Mmmmm ... you feel wonderful." Her throat muffled his words as he slipped his hands under her top, stroking the soft skin of her sides as they slid upward.

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"Hmm-mmm." Pippa shook her head and reached for his hand, guiding his touch until his fingers closed over her breast. "Here. And..." She groaned and felt blindly behind her for something to lean against. A cluttered shelving unit worked, letting her use the furniture for support as she pulled Rory firmly against her body. "Definitely here."

He wasn't the only one who could be playful, she had her moments too, even if they were few and far in between. At least in public.

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He stroked the warm swell of her breast, molded it gently in his palm, teased her firming nipple with rapid flicks of his thumb. As he played with Pippa, he urged her around the corner of the unit, placing the flat side at her back instead of the loaded shelves. The maneuver also placed the piece of furniture between themselves and ... most of the frosted glass, but in truth Rory was thinking of Pippa's comfort rather than making any attempt at privacy.

After nibbling his way back up her throat, he urged her lips apart for another deep, heated kiss. His tongue caressed hers, savoring the sweet heat of her mouth while his fingers found and unfastened the clasp of her bra. With a soft growl of triumph, Rory slid both bra and top upwards, baring her soft mounds to his gaze, his hands, and to his very eager mouth. He cupped her in his hands, nipping and sucking at the upper swells of her breasts before sucking one taut nipple between his lips.

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Pippa was content to lean back and give in to what Rory was doing, gasping when the warm wet of his mouth was suddenly around her nipple and arching her back sharply in response. He knew how to tease and thrill, lead her further down the path of playfully bad behavior. "Ro...please."

Her hands rifled through his hair before moving on to mold his shoulders under her touch, eventually pushing the soft cotton of his shirt down the length of his arms to bare more of his skin. Her touch wandered from shoulder to back and over his neck, tugging long hair between her fingers. He was devouring her and she was frantic to touch as much of him as she could.