Tea & Biscuits
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Alan Rickman
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
4,393
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tea & Biscuits
Tea and Biscuits
A/N: Please note this story deals with domestic abuse, some of it of a sexual nature. Please don't read this if any of these issues may personally affect you, I have no wish to cause distress, the details are there to shape the story.
Also, for those who do not know, a Chocolate Digestive is a well-know type of biscuit or cookie in the UK.
Chapter One
Beth put down the dishcloth she was using, picked up the tray of cups and saucers and carried them to the table where the tea's and coffee's would be served. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail high on her head, the chestnut colour glinting as the fluorescent lights caught it.
Transferring the cups on to the table, Beth was humming along to the radio which was playing softly. She couldn't hear the song but she knew the tune. She started to sing a few words to herself.
In another part of the house, Beth could hear children laughing and running about and the voices of her colleagues, Kate and Shirley, greeting someone at the door. Beth hadn't even heard the doorbell, being so occupied with her tasks.
Walking back into the kitchen, swinging the tray in time to the music, Beth checked she had remembered everything.
Picking up the empty envelope on which she had scrawled a hasty list, she bit her bottom lip, her brow furrowed in concentration.
'Scones, jam... butter' she took a butter dish from the cupboard unconsciously, her eyes still scanning the list.
'Biscuits...', she looked at the two plates of chocolate digestives and smiled to herself. Not allowing herself to dwell on the memory they had conjured, she continued ' sandwiches... cut into triangles, Kate!' Beth said to herself in amusement.
Kate was a stickler for propriety even in this age of advance and technology. Beth often thought she belonged in a fifties movie. Even Kate's hair was styled to suit the era.
A slight cough caused Beth to jump. She knew even before she turned around who it was.
'Alan!' she grinned at the tall, handsome man who was slouched against the door frame, his hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans.
'Hello Beth', he replied, smiling widely.
Beth walked quickly over to where he stood, hugged him briefly then stepped back. 'It's great to see you, thank you so much for coming'.
'I wouldn't have missed it, you know that' he replied. Casually, he glanced around until his eyes fell on the chocolate digestives. 'Ha!' he exclaimed.
Beth blushed and said 'I didn't forget. Go on, have one, I wont tell, seeing as it's you!'
Grabbing a biscuit, Alan looked at Beth. 'You OK?' It was a loaded question and it needed no explanation.
'Yep, I'm good, actually.' Beth's face was serious but calm.
'Glad to hear it. Right, duty calls. See you later on then?' Alan smiled and without waiting for a reply, walked back into the main body of the house.
Beth watched him walk away. He was wearing a blue linen jacket with his jeans and it occurred to her that she hadn't noticed before how tall he was or how good he looked, all the time.
She chuckled to herself, thinking that when they first met she hadn't seen his face or known who he was. She was only grateful someone was there.
Later she had to pinch herself when it started to sink in that her true-life hero and personal saviour was Alan Rickman.
A/N: Please note this story deals with domestic abuse, some of it of a sexual nature. Please don't read this if any of these issues may personally affect you, I have no wish to cause distress, the details are there to shape the story.
Also, for those who do not know, a Chocolate Digestive is a well-know type of biscuit or cookie in the UK.
Chapter One
Beth put down the dishcloth she was using, picked up the tray of cups and saucers and carried them to the table where the tea's and coffee's would be served. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail high on her head, the chestnut colour glinting as the fluorescent lights caught it.
Transferring the cups on to the table, Beth was humming along to the radio which was playing softly. She couldn't hear the song but she knew the tune. She started to sing a few words to herself.
In another part of the house, Beth could hear children laughing and running about and the voices of her colleagues, Kate and Shirley, greeting someone at the door. Beth hadn't even heard the doorbell, being so occupied with her tasks.
Walking back into the kitchen, swinging the tray in time to the music, Beth checked she had remembered everything.
Picking up the empty envelope on which she had scrawled a hasty list, she bit her bottom lip, her brow furrowed in concentration.
'Scones, jam... butter' she took a butter dish from the cupboard unconsciously, her eyes still scanning the list.
'Biscuits...', she looked at the two plates of chocolate digestives and smiled to herself. Not allowing herself to dwell on the memory they had conjured, she continued ' sandwiches... cut into triangles, Kate!' Beth said to herself in amusement.
Kate was a stickler for propriety even in this age of advance and technology. Beth often thought she belonged in a fifties movie. Even Kate's hair was styled to suit the era.
A slight cough caused Beth to jump. She knew even before she turned around who it was.
'Alan!' she grinned at the tall, handsome man who was slouched against the door frame, his hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans.
'Hello Beth', he replied, smiling widely.
Beth walked quickly over to where he stood, hugged him briefly then stepped back. 'It's great to see you, thank you so much for coming'.
'I wouldn't have missed it, you know that' he replied. Casually, he glanced around until his eyes fell on the chocolate digestives. 'Ha!' he exclaimed.
Beth blushed and said 'I didn't forget. Go on, have one, I wont tell, seeing as it's you!'
Grabbing a biscuit, Alan looked at Beth. 'You OK?' It was a loaded question and it needed no explanation.
'Yep, I'm good, actually.' Beth's face was serious but calm.
'Glad to hear it. Right, duty calls. See you later on then?' Alan smiled and without waiting for a reply, walked back into the main body of the house.
Beth watched him walk away. He was wearing a blue linen jacket with his jeans and it occurred to her that she hadn't noticed before how tall he was or how good he looked, all the time.
She chuckled to herself, thinking that when they first met she hadn't seen his face or known who he was. She was only grateful someone was there.
Later she had to pinch herself when it started to sink in that her true-life hero and personal saviour was Alan Rickman.