Fic: The Power of the Right Argument (RPF)
Title: The Power of the Right Argument
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: David Tennant/Catherine Tate
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG 13 (with with the right view, it could be R ;)
Disclaimer: No, no, no, I am not in any way associated with Mr. Tennant and Miss Tate, they are real people with real lives. I am just a sick person playing with something that is not mine and if I get the chance, I will apologize:)
AN: Sequel to Telling Catherine because really, I just need a small push :)
Summary: The power isn't in the words.
...
“I know this is much unexpected, we didn’t plan it either, but it’s for a charity, so I hope you do understand.”
There are many nods from them, they ask for dates and more details, but Catherine feels frozen. This wasn’t according to her plan. The play was supposed to finish next week and they will go all back to their lives. She had already a few contracts she wanted to look into; there was more time to be spent with her family. She neglected them far too much these last months.
Just one week and everything could be normal again and Catherine won’t be dealing with herself being confused and David being confused and the wedding breathing down their necks. It could all change in one week, but it won’t.
The play will be presented in Cardiff along with a charitable event, a party to raise money for a children hospital. She really wants to be egoist right now, to tell them she didn’t sign up for this, but she isn’t, instead she grips the end of her shirt when David announces it can be his bachelor night.
The men whistle, women laugh and she feels her whole world turning upside down.
…
Her family realized there is something wrong pretty soon. There were rumors about their undeniable chemistry and before she used to laugh them off, Catherine dealt with many things by laughing, making fun of them. But this time she couldn’t, she took the papers and threw them into trash.
She never talked about them; the atmosphere at their home was tense way to often these days.
Catherine knew Twig wondered but said nothing. She wouldn’t cheat on him with David, especially if she spent so much time with his fiancée planning their wedding.
It was just another matter that was taken out of her hands. After she gave Georgia the veil, the other woman decided that she needs Catherine’s help, it doesn’t help that she was never married and her matching skills were nonexistent. It made Georgia happy and Catherine felt guilt that was too difficult to explain.
But something was there, something was in his eyes when he sat next to them in a café and kissed his fiancée on the cheek and Catherine felt hers burn in envy. It was there where they discussed the dress, flowers, cake and his eyes were following hers, trying to catch them on the move.
They didn’t talk about it, they just waited.
…
The strangest thing was nothing changed between them. When they were alone, David and Catherine were still friends, laughing, joking and teasing each other. Yes, one glance was slightly longer than another and a simple touch tended to linger a bit longer.
Those conflicted feelings came when they were apart.
Sometimes Catherine thinks that stars want them to be together, want them to feel good just in each other’s company. She did some astrological research but threw it away because David wouldn’t listen anyway and deep down she felt there is no other unnatural force than can solve this situation.
Sometimes Catherine doesn’t even name what is actually wrong in their lives.
…
Catherine folds her dress on the chair. Hanging takes too much time and she knows the dress will go straight to laundry. She might not have a time of her life but there is always a red drop to end somewhere. She was never able to wear such dresses more than once, not that she ever complained.
Catherine feels the happiest in cotton pajamas.
The clock tells her is almost midnight but she doesn’t feel like sleeping even though she is exhausted. They traveled in the morning, have a quick rehearsal and then run of to prepare themselves. After the showing was a dinner. Catherine herself was a mentor to a children charity but sometimes you don’t want to listen to sad stories. She was prepared to sign a huge check just to shut them up.
Also, that David sending her strange looks didn’t add anything good to her state. Both of them felt his wedding coming closer, and Catherine wondered if he feels the itch too. She just wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
She left the party around eleven when he just started to celebrate his “bachelor party”. Catherine really didn’t want to be a part of that, even though she felt she was.
She sighs aloud in the room and chooses to pack to get her mind of things that weren’t hers to think about. But avoiding thinking about it isn’t easy especially with David’s room just next to hers, with the knowledge of how his hands feel on her body, how his warm breath makes her skin tingle.
“It’s my bachelor party, Catherine. You need to give this poor man at least one dance,” he told her after the dinner and pulled her slowly towards the dance floor. She played resistance just to tease him and he laughed, but then his look changed, showed longing and she felt like fleeing.
Catherine closes her eyes and tries to erase that image from her head, tries to understands herself again but it isn’t impossible just because of these last nine months, but she is sure that those are David’s knuckles knocking at her door right now.
Maybe for a second she wants to be quiet, to pretend she is sleeping already with her bedside lamp on. She wants to crawl into her bed and forget what day, month and year is it.
“I know you’re awake,” he says through the door, his voice is close and Catherine pictures him leaning on it. He had more than one beer to drink, she can say that too.
“You don’t,” she says and moves to the door, she knows she was about to lose anyway. Catherine opens the door and he comes inside without an invitation, he knows he doesn’t need one and it bothers her more than him being there. It was going to happen sooner or later anyway.
David drops at the edge of her bed and she closes the door praying that she won’t need to regret anything in the morning. “I wanted to go to bed, David,” she says, it should be difficult for him too, it should bother him too. But he doesn’t look like that.
“No, you didn’t,” he answers like he knows everything and she wants to prove him wrong. She is already in her pajamas, so she crawls into the bed and turns the TV on.
Catherine doesn’t expect him to leave but the sound of his shoes hitting floor really is unexpected. He is making himself comfortable next to her and maybe, maybe if he wasn’t drunk and about to get married in few weeks, she would be opening a package of walnuts and asking him about his choice of channel.
She doesn’t like what the time did to their relationship.
“You expect me to let it be?” he asks all of sudden and turns his head towards her. Catherine can’t ignore him anymore; she opens her mouth but closes it when he continues to talk. “You really want me to ignore it? Ignore what is going on between us?”
He sounds angry to her ears but his face looks sad, sad and broken. She feels exactly that way. She wants to point out he is drunk and they need to travel tomorrow, she wants to send him to bed and forget about this. She really does, but instead, she gives him something different.
“We can’t,” Catherine whispers and holds onto the sheet because her eyes are held by his. Something softens in them at her words, something changes. David lays down next to her, on his stomach and her breath hitches.
“David,” she warns him but he seems to have everything he needed. His palm finds her leg even though it’s hidden in soft bed cloth. David lets it travel north and she wants to push herself against the head board but her body is frozen, Catherine doesn’t know if its fear or something she isn’t ready to admit just yet.
When his hand comes to her waist, she tries to warn him again. But David is deaf to things he doesn’t want to hear, but when his hand slips under her night shirt and Catherine moans, his smirks means just one thing.
He wants to listen to that.
“There’re too many people we are hurting.”
“But what about us?”
“We aren’t the ones to choose.”
Catherine knows that there will be many times when she can say “no”, when she can push him away, yell, end it. But there is always a “but” and he isn’t giving her time to think one up because he is moving from his spot, too fast for her tired brain.
“I want you, Catherine,” David whispers when his body is in full contact with hers and his lips are dangerously hovering over hers. She doesn’t have any time to protest.
“We are adults, responsible adults who should think about their families.”
“Why?”
“David, don’t make it more difficult that it already is.”
She sees a condom in his back pocket. David is sucking at her neck, his hands pleasuring at too many places and through all this, Catherine manages to open her eyes and focus. The condom is the first thing she notices. The package is violet; it looks like something with a fruit taste.
She shivers when his hand slides between her legs.
“Don’t you realize how many people are we hurting? It’s not about tabloids, David. It’s about Georgia and Twig and my daughter!”
“ “
“I expected more from you.”
It smells a bit fruity too, she notes. She helped him with his clothes just a minute ago but Catherine isn’t sure if she’s noting the time right, this is all too surreal for her. Catherine Tate isn’t a cheater. She wonders if he is the one that changed that or it was in her all along, maybe she just waited for the right partner.
Maybe he did too.
“I feel something, Catherine and I don’t want to ignore it anymore.”
“So don’t.”
It always comes to a point when everything is right in the world, when they aren’t cheaters, just two people loving each other, wanting each other. It´s something natural, a need that everyone else has. We need to sleep and eat and love, and in the end, we need to feel the other one so very close.
Catherine cries out into his shoulder. He kisses her temples, cheeks, mouth and when the sleep claims them, there isn’t anything wrong about it.
…
David calls off the wedding the night they came back to London. He was always a good talker. He tells Georgia he is overwhelmed, that it came too quickly, that he needs time.
She leaves him the next day.
When Twig asks her if she has anything to do with it, she tells “no”. It’s the first lie in line of many, many to come.
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: David Tennant/Catherine Tate
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG 13 (with with the right view, it could be R ;)
Disclaimer: No, no, no, I am not in any way associated with Mr. Tennant and Miss Tate, they are real people with real lives. I am just a sick person playing with something that is not mine and if I get the chance, I will apologize:)
AN: Sequel to Telling Catherine because really, I just need a small push :)
Summary: The power isn't in the words.
...
“I know this is much unexpected, we didn’t plan it either, but it’s for a charity, so I hope you do understand.”
There are many nods from them, they ask for dates and more details, but Catherine feels frozen. This wasn’t according to her plan. The play was supposed to finish next week and they will go all back to their lives. She had already a few contracts she wanted to look into; there was more time to be spent with her family. She neglected them far too much these last months.
Just one week and everything could be normal again and Catherine won’t be dealing with herself being confused and David being confused and the wedding breathing down their necks. It could all change in one week, but it won’t.
The play will be presented in Cardiff along with a charitable event, a party to raise money for a children hospital. She really wants to be egoist right now, to tell them she didn’t sign up for this, but she isn’t, instead she grips the end of her shirt when David announces it can be his bachelor night.
The men whistle, women laugh and she feels her whole world turning upside down.
…
Her family realized there is something wrong pretty soon. There were rumors about their undeniable chemistry and before she used to laugh them off, Catherine dealt with many things by laughing, making fun of them. But this time she couldn’t, she took the papers and threw them into trash.
She never talked about them; the atmosphere at their home was tense way to often these days.
Catherine knew Twig wondered but said nothing. She wouldn’t cheat on him with David, especially if she spent so much time with his fiancée planning their wedding.
It was just another matter that was taken out of her hands. After she gave Georgia the veil, the other woman decided that she needs Catherine’s help, it doesn’t help that she was never married and her matching skills were nonexistent. It made Georgia happy and Catherine felt guilt that was too difficult to explain.
But something was there, something was in his eyes when he sat next to them in a café and kissed his fiancée on the cheek and Catherine felt hers burn in envy. It was there where they discussed the dress, flowers, cake and his eyes were following hers, trying to catch them on the move.
They didn’t talk about it, they just waited.
…
The strangest thing was nothing changed between them. When they were alone, David and Catherine were still friends, laughing, joking and teasing each other. Yes, one glance was slightly longer than another and a simple touch tended to linger a bit longer.
Those conflicted feelings came when they were apart.
Sometimes Catherine thinks that stars want them to be together, want them to feel good just in each other’s company. She did some astrological research but threw it away because David wouldn’t listen anyway and deep down she felt there is no other unnatural force than can solve this situation.
Sometimes Catherine doesn’t even name what is actually wrong in their lives.
…
Catherine folds her dress on the chair. Hanging takes too much time and she knows the dress will go straight to laundry. She might not have a time of her life but there is always a red drop to end somewhere. She was never able to wear such dresses more than once, not that she ever complained.
Catherine feels the happiest in cotton pajamas.
The clock tells her is almost midnight but she doesn’t feel like sleeping even though she is exhausted. They traveled in the morning, have a quick rehearsal and then run of to prepare themselves. After the showing was a dinner. Catherine herself was a mentor to a children charity but sometimes you don’t want to listen to sad stories. She was prepared to sign a huge check just to shut them up.
Also, that David sending her strange looks didn’t add anything good to her state. Both of them felt his wedding coming closer, and Catherine wondered if he feels the itch too. She just wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
She left the party around eleven when he just started to celebrate his “bachelor party”. Catherine really didn’t want to be a part of that, even though she felt she was.
She sighs aloud in the room and chooses to pack to get her mind of things that weren’t hers to think about. But avoiding thinking about it isn’t easy especially with David’s room just next to hers, with the knowledge of how his hands feel on her body, how his warm breath makes her skin tingle.
“It’s my bachelor party, Catherine. You need to give this poor man at least one dance,” he told her after the dinner and pulled her slowly towards the dance floor. She played resistance just to tease him and he laughed, but then his look changed, showed longing and she felt like fleeing.
Catherine closes her eyes and tries to erase that image from her head, tries to understands herself again but it isn’t impossible just because of these last nine months, but she is sure that those are David’s knuckles knocking at her door right now.
Maybe for a second she wants to be quiet, to pretend she is sleeping already with her bedside lamp on. She wants to crawl into her bed and forget what day, month and year is it.
“I know you’re awake,” he says through the door, his voice is close and Catherine pictures him leaning on it. He had more than one beer to drink, she can say that too.
“You don’t,” she says and moves to the door, she knows she was about to lose anyway. Catherine opens the door and he comes inside without an invitation, he knows he doesn’t need one and it bothers her more than him being there. It was going to happen sooner or later anyway.
David drops at the edge of her bed and she closes the door praying that she won’t need to regret anything in the morning. “I wanted to go to bed, David,” she says, it should be difficult for him too, it should bother him too. But he doesn’t look like that.
“No, you didn’t,” he answers like he knows everything and she wants to prove him wrong. She is already in her pajamas, so she crawls into the bed and turns the TV on.
Catherine doesn’t expect him to leave but the sound of his shoes hitting floor really is unexpected. He is making himself comfortable next to her and maybe, maybe if he wasn’t drunk and about to get married in few weeks, she would be opening a package of walnuts and asking him about his choice of channel.
She doesn’t like what the time did to their relationship.
“You expect me to let it be?” he asks all of sudden and turns his head towards her. Catherine can’t ignore him anymore; she opens her mouth but closes it when he continues to talk. “You really want me to ignore it? Ignore what is going on between us?”
He sounds angry to her ears but his face looks sad, sad and broken. She feels exactly that way. She wants to point out he is drunk and they need to travel tomorrow, she wants to send him to bed and forget about this. She really does, but instead, she gives him something different.
“We can’t,” Catherine whispers and holds onto the sheet because her eyes are held by his. Something softens in them at her words, something changes. David lays down next to her, on his stomach and her breath hitches.
“David,” she warns him but he seems to have everything he needed. His palm finds her leg even though it’s hidden in soft bed cloth. David lets it travel north and she wants to push herself against the head board but her body is frozen, Catherine doesn’t know if its fear or something she isn’t ready to admit just yet.
When his hand comes to her waist, she tries to warn him again. But David is deaf to things he doesn’t want to hear, but when his hand slips under her night shirt and Catherine moans, his smirks means just one thing.
He wants to listen to that.
“There’re too many people we are hurting.”
“But what about us?”
“We aren’t the ones to choose.”
Catherine knows that there will be many times when she can say “no”, when she can push him away, yell, end it. But there is always a “but” and he isn’t giving her time to think one up because he is moving from his spot, too fast for her tired brain.
“I want you, Catherine,” David whispers when his body is in full contact with hers and his lips are dangerously hovering over hers. She doesn’t have any time to protest.
“We are adults, responsible adults who should think about their families.”
“Why?”
“David, don’t make it more difficult that it already is.”
She sees a condom in his back pocket. David is sucking at her neck, his hands pleasuring at too many places and through all this, Catherine manages to open her eyes and focus. The condom is the first thing she notices. The package is violet; it looks like something with a fruit taste.
She shivers when his hand slides between her legs.
“Don’t you realize how many people are we hurting? It’s not about tabloids, David. It’s about Georgia and Twig and my daughter!”
“ “
“I expected more from you.”
It smells a bit fruity too, she notes. She helped him with his clothes just a minute ago but Catherine isn’t sure if she’s noting the time right, this is all too surreal for her. Catherine Tate isn’t a cheater. She wonders if he is the one that changed that or it was in her all along, maybe she just waited for the right partner.
Maybe he did too.
“I feel something, Catherine and I don’t want to ignore it anymore.”
“So don’t.”
It always comes to a point when everything is right in the world, when they aren’t cheaters, just two people loving each other, wanting each other. It´s something natural, a need that everyone else has. We need to sleep and eat and love, and in the end, we need to feel the other one so very close.
Catherine cries out into his shoulder. He kisses her temples, cheeks, mouth and when the sleep claims them, there isn’t anything wrong about it.
…
David calls off the wedding the night they came back to London. He was always a good talker. He tells Georgia he is overwhelmed, that it came too quickly, that he needs time.
She leaves him the next day.
When Twig asks her if she has anything to do with it, she tells “no”. It’s the first lie in line of many, many to come.