Dropping Hints

Lain was very bored. It turned out that the crew need Rupert back to reshoot a scene. This left her alone. She'd been sitting on her on her bed, still in her pyjamas, when they called. One day turned into two, then into three until it had been five days. She missed Rupert terribly. She was going on a serious cuddle withdrawal.

Not to mention all this pent up sexual frustration. She wanted to throw him up against a wall and snog him senseless. No, no. She wanted him to do that to her. He was always gentle with her, always keeping her feeling in check. She was sure he wanted to be rough with her, but was just afraid of what she'd do or say.

This is ridiculous! She thought. It would only figure that the Fates would be against her favour. It would figure that the Fates decided to give her Rupert's touch, which over the last year, she needed very badly, and then take it away. It was then Lain decided she hated the Fates.

Just then, the phone rang. "Hello?" She said into the receiver.

"Lain, it's Mom." Lain rolled her eyes, why was she calling? She had been the one against her coming to London, her father (bless his heart) was the one who convinced her mother it would be good for her.

"Hi Mom." She heard Dina whaling in the background. She was sure her mother had taken something away from her, she only ever got that loud when she did.

"How are - Dina! Hush! I'm on the phone with your sister - How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mom. Why are you calling?"

"Wanted to see how you were, is all."

"I'm fine."

"How's Rupert?" Lain was shocked she asked.

"Why? You don't like him, remember?"

"Of course I do! He's very nice. He's quite the gentleman, never treats you badly or anything, and he's so good with Dina."

"Why were you so against me coming here with him if you like him so much?"

"I don't want you to get hurt."

"Why would he hurt me? He loves me." Her mother must have been drinking something, because Lain heard her spat on the other end of the line.

"He what?" There was a touch of disbelief in her voice.

"He loves me. He told me."

"Really, now?"

"Yes."

"I highly doubt he loves you dear, not like that at least."

"How can you say that?" Lain's already pale skin, went several shades paler.

"I'm sure he doesn't want to be tied down."

"I'm not hearing this! Why can't you be the type of mother that accepts things instead of always challenging them? If Rupert didn't love me, why would he want me to spend six months with him?"

"He's eighteen."

"And? Oh God, you're not implying he wants me just for sex."

"You never know."

"Yes, I do. Goodbye, Mother." The goodbye was cold. How dare her mother be that way. Why did her mother have to question everything? If her mother had been in the same room with her, she would have glared daggers. She might have even slapped her. How she survived seventeen years with her, was a mystery.

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"Hi." Said a voice. Being half asleep, she didn't register it right away. She opened her eyes, slowly. It was Rupert. The coil in her centre tightened. She felt his hand brush away the hair that was in her face.

"Hi." She said, as she yawned.

"Sorry, for some reason they thought they needed a better shot. Something about faint yelling that wasn't supposed to be there or something."

"Oh." She said, rolling over on her side. Rupert placed a kiss on her forehead. He walked over to his bed, getting in. He was in nothing but a pair of black boxers. Heat immediately rushed to Lain's centre, and the coil tightened even more.

"Rupert?" Her voice said, before her brain could process it.

"Yeah?"

"Would you- would you- sleep in my bed with me? I- I- Isleepbetterwithyouinit." He looked surprised, yet somewhat pleased.

"Sure. If it helps the nightmares." He climbed in beside her. Her head on his chest, her arms around him. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Good night, love."

"'Night." He kissed the top of her head. He listened to her breathing, slow, steady and even.

This was completely different from before. Before it was to soothe her nightmare, to calm her down. He supposed this was the same thing, but there was still something strange about it. He loved cuddling with her, there was no question about it. He looked over on the night stand, where a small leather bound book lay. He had never seen it before, and carefully, reached over to pick it up.

Knowing he probably shouldn't, he opened the cover to discover Lain's spidery handwriting.

Has it been five days already? I hate the Fates, I'm telling you. It would only be my luck that they'd be against me. I miss him.. The cuddling, the hugs, the snogging... Boy, do I miss the snogging. Sometimes though, I wish he wasn't so gentle all the time. I wish he'd throw caution to the wind, throw me up against a wall and have at it.

Not that I don't like his gentleness, it's sweet, just like him (Rupert smiled at this) but... I think maybe he'd like to be rough with me, he's just a bit afraid I'd slap him or something. Which is kind of funny, a tiny thing like me hurt him? I don't think so.

Mom called. Not a very great conversation. She thinks Rupert's only with me to get sex. We've been together for two years now, and he's made no advances toward it, no mention of it at all. I'm seventeen, I think I can make my own decisions. I am a bit curious why he hasn't made any mention of it. Lately, I've been thinking of it constantly...

He shut the book, placed it back on the table and muffled a squeak. She thought about it? He thought he was the only randy one. She was an old fashioned type of girl when it came to that kind of thing, he knew. He knew she would never make any kind of advancement into sex.

It looked like she wanted him to drop hints, but what if she didn't want him to? Caution into the wind here, Rupert. He said to himself. He was going to, seeming that he was encouraged, although he felt guilty about reading her journal.