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Tea & Biscuits
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Alan Rickman
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
4,401
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.
Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Beth and Alan walked quickly down Cloudsley Street, dodging the rain and the puddles. Turning into Cloudsley Place, Alan opened the door of the pub and let Beth go ahead of him The Crown was quiet and as this part of Islington was not know for celebrity spotting, they felt confident of some privacy.
Alan went to the bar while Beth took a bench seat in a booth at the back of the restaurant.
She felt strange, out of control, her emotions were all over the place. She put her head in her hands, running her fingers through her long hair, a million thoughts running through her head, a million sensations running through her body.
It felt as though every nerve in her body had suddenly come back to life after being dormant for so long and yet, the rational, sensible part of her knew that it was a fantasy to even consider something more than friendship.
Alan returned to the table and placed Beth's half-pint of Guinness in front of her. Sitting opposite her, he took the menu and looked at her over the top of it.
'Oh christ, what have I done?' he thought, he could see the colour drained from her face, her eyes bright but wary as she took a long drink.
Alan lifted his red wine and took a large gulp of it.
'Do you want to look at the menu?' he asked, trying to keep his voice normal, talking to her in the usual neutral way.
'Yeh, Ok' Beth replied and took it from his hand, not catching his eye.
There was an awkward silence between them and Beth didn't know how to handle it. When they had kissed it was an impulse but now, her logical side was taking over.
A waitress came over to take their order. When she left, Alan moved to sit next to Beth on the bench. The touch of his thigh next to her's was clouding her clarity of thought and she moved away slightly.
Alan played with the stem of his glass, moving the red liquid around from side to side.
'When you were in the hospital...' he spoke slowly and quietly, his rich deep voice speaking each syllable 'and you were sedated... you looked so helpless. I had to see you, I needed to know you were going to be ok'.
'Why?' Beth asked 'I dont understand whats happening here. I thought you were my friend Alan, I didn't know there was all this...other stuff'. She was being defensive and trying to quell her own feelings by crushing his.
'I am your friend, Beth... I hope I always will be. And I cant tell you what all this other stuff is or why I needed to keep visiting you. I felt... responsible, in a way'.
'Well you don't need to feel responsible now. I'm ok, its over... I am back to normal'
Beth knew as soon as the words were out that they stung him and that she was lying. She would never be back to normal.
Alan sighed. He was feeling as confused as Beth and couldn't find the words he needed. There was no script and without it, he was lost.
The food arrived and Alan moved back to the other side of the table. They ate in silence and Beth couldn't bear it. She went to bar and bought more drinks, this time a pint for herself. She needed something to take her mind off the way she was feeling.
After they had eaten and had another round of drinks, Beth was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and Alan's face was looking slightly pink. There was little conversation and Beth suggested it was time to leave.
They walked out of the pub and stood together outside while waiting for a cab.
'I don't want to go home yet, Alan'
The alcohol was loosening Beth's tongue and she looked directly at him.
'Can we go to your flat? I can't bear to leave things like this, we have to sort this out tonight, otherwise I wont sleep a wink...'
Alan was surprised at her directness but glad of it. He had wanted to invite her back, to talk things through, but he didn't want to scare her.
'OK, if you are sure Beth...' he smiled at her for the first time in three hours.
In the cab they didn't speak but they looked at each other, both trying to fathom the thoughts in the others head.
They entered Alan's flat. It was no surprise to Beth, she had visited before but this time as she walked into the large lounge and sat on the cream linen covered sofa, there was a frisson of something different in the air.
Alan came out of the kitchen with two large glasses of red wine. He handed one to Beth and sat beside her.
Turning to him, Beth said 'There is something I need to say to you, Alan, but its ....difficult'
He looked into her pale drawn face searching for any sign that would give him clues to how she was feeling.
'Anything, Beth... you can tell me anything, you know that'
'Alan...' a small tear ran down her cheek 'I need to tell you about my rape'.
Comments always welcome - please R/R!
Beth and Alan walked quickly down Cloudsley Street, dodging the rain and the puddles. Turning into Cloudsley Place, Alan opened the door of the pub and let Beth go ahead of him The Crown was quiet and as this part of Islington was not know for celebrity spotting, they felt confident of some privacy.
Alan went to the bar while Beth took a bench seat in a booth at the back of the restaurant.
She felt strange, out of control, her emotions were all over the place. She put her head in her hands, running her fingers through her long hair, a million thoughts running through her head, a million sensations running through her body.
It felt as though every nerve in her body had suddenly come back to life after being dormant for so long and yet, the rational, sensible part of her knew that it was a fantasy to even consider something more than friendship.
Alan returned to the table and placed Beth's half-pint of Guinness in front of her. Sitting opposite her, he took the menu and looked at her over the top of it.
'Oh christ, what have I done?' he thought, he could see the colour drained from her face, her eyes bright but wary as she took a long drink.
Alan lifted his red wine and took a large gulp of it.
'Do you want to look at the menu?' he asked, trying to keep his voice normal, talking to her in the usual neutral way.
'Yeh, Ok' Beth replied and took it from his hand, not catching his eye.
There was an awkward silence between them and Beth didn't know how to handle it. When they had kissed it was an impulse but now, her logical side was taking over.
A waitress came over to take their order. When she left, Alan moved to sit next to Beth on the bench. The touch of his thigh next to her's was clouding her clarity of thought and she moved away slightly.
Alan played with the stem of his glass, moving the red liquid around from side to side.
'When you were in the hospital...' he spoke slowly and quietly, his rich deep voice speaking each syllable 'and you were sedated... you looked so helpless. I had to see you, I needed to know you were going to be ok'.
'Why?' Beth asked 'I dont understand whats happening here. I thought you were my friend Alan, I didn't know there was all this...other stuff'. She was being defensive and trying to quell her own feelings by crushing his.
'I am your friend, Beth... I hope I always will be. And I cant tell you what all this other stuff is or why I needed to keep visiting you. I felt... responsible, in a way'.
'Well you don't need to feel responsible now. I'm ok, its over... I am back to normal'
Beth knew as soon as the words were out that they stung him and that she was lying. She would never be back to normal.
Alan sighed. He was feeling as confused as Beth and couldn't find the words he needed. There was no script and without it, he was lost.
The food arrived and Alan moved back to the other side of the table. They ate in silence and Beth couldn't bear it. She went to bar and bought more drinks, this time a pint for herself. She needed something to take her mind off the way she was feeling.
After they had eaten and had another round of drinks, Beth was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and Alan's face was looking slightly pink. There was little conversation and Beth suggested it was time to leave.
They walked out of the pub and stood together outside while waiting for a cab.
'I don't want to go home yet, Alan'
The alcohol was loosening Beth's tongue and she looked directly at him.
'Can we go to your flat? I can't bear to leave things like this, we have to sort this out tonight, otherwise I wont sleep a wink...'
Alan was surprised at her directness but glad of it. He had wanted to invite her back, to talk things through, but he didn't want to scare her.
'OK, if you are sure Beth...' he smiled at her for the first time in three hours.
In the cab they didn't speak but they looked at each other, both trying to fathom the thoughts in the others head.
They entered Alan's flat. It was no surprise to Beth, she had visited before but this time as she walked into the large lounge and sat on the cream linen covered sofa, there was a frisson of something different in the air.
Alan came out of the kitchen with two large glasses of red wine. He handed one to Beth and sat beside her.
Turning to him, Beth said 'There is something I need to say to you, Alan, but its ....difficult'
He looked into her pale drawn face searching for any sign that would give him clues to how she was feeling.
'Anything, Beth... you can tell me anything, you know that'
'Alan...' a small tear ran down her cheek 'I need to tell you about my rape'.
Comments always welcome - please R/R!