Title: I Remember a Pillow
Pairing: CC/DB RPF
Summary: Based on CC’s pillow comment at the Paley Reunion. *coughs*
Rating: PG-13 for two swear words and a buttload
Disclaimer: These are real people with real lives. My fic is from my imagination only, and should not be taken as truth. I love them, so I play with them. That is all.
Notes: Oh *come on*, like ya’ll didn’t see this
coming. *rolls eyes*
They’ve made decisions that didn’t include the other.
So is she.
If it isn’t too each other, well. That’s a regret best left buried in their hearts, out of the sunlight where it won’t grow like weeds, choking everything good in their lives.
He’s a new father and in too short a time, she’ll be a new mother.
And here they are again, enacting a love scene that brings back memories of sweetness and pain so sharp they both have to shut down to get through it.
It took five takes before he had enough. Five takes of holding her and kissing her and pulling her clothes off and lying on top of her on a bed and dammit
, of course he’d react.
His body will always react to hers, his heart following like a faithful puppy, not knowing any other way.
Regardless of other lives and other loves.
It’s just the way things are, even if the way she looks up at him hurts, almost the exact same kind of look she had in her eyes the first time Jaime visited the set.
She murmurs his name softly, and he nods before climbing off of her, unable to stop himself from sliding along her body, just a little. The bump is getting a little bit bigger and he’s careful to keep his weight off of her and her brand new life that’s growing like Jamie grew.
He leaves the set without a word, and the crew waits. They’re used to the current running between David and Charisma, and they know that nothing will help but time.
So they wait. Coffee is poured and the Kraft table is raided for an evening sugar rush as they all talk quietly about their weekend plans, whether the show will be cancelled or not, the usual bullshit while the stars work through their issues.
Charisma sits up eventually so that the baby doesn’t settle on her spine again. Her hand goes to her belly, softly stroking. She glances at the door David went through, her face unreadable.
When David comes back, he’s composed, holding a pillow from his trailer.
Everyone hastily gets back to their stations, ready to finish the scene, eager to home to their own families.
Charisma lies back down, arranging herself.
He stands at the edge of the mattress and gazes down at her, holding the pillow in front of him like armour.
She stares back up at him until someone coughs. David blinks at the reminder that time is money and puts one knee on the bed, settling back on top of her. She lies back down and adjusts her position for the lights and camera angles.
He slides the pillow gently between their hips, and nods to the director over his shoulder.
It’s easier to pretend after that.
I’m gonna go pray for my soul or something. *wanders off*