Shoes

Jun 05, 2009 20:17


Shoes

The first time he met her she was wearing knee high ‘fuck me’ boots. They were hidden mostly by her jeans until she slipped them off during her audition. She’d captivated him from the moment she walked in, like none of the other women who’d passed through the room that day. But the moment she stepped out of those boots and revealed toes covered by stripy pink and purple socks that were such a contrast to her professional and polished exterior. He’d seen more of her in that moment than anyone else that day and he’d known he liked her.

They’d read together easily, her beauty distracting him so much that he stumbled over his lines. She’d thrown a lopsided grin in his direction, as if she knew what the problem was. Even then he was sure she knew what he was thinking.

*****

The second time they met she was wearing sneakers and the same jeans as before. It was then that he decided she could probably fit in anywhere, that she could be whoever she wanted to be and do whatever she wanted to do. She wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever met.

She made friends with the cast as well as the crew, with the producers and with the woman who’d written the books. She’d even read some of them, he hadn’t even thought of doing that. She seemed flawless.

*****

The third time they met she was wearing pink ugg boots and sweatpants. By normal people’s standards it was still the middle of the night; she looked fantastic anyway. She was cranky, not used to the early mornings, she’d never worked in TV before. She hadn’t been to hair and make-up yet, they’d met at the entrance to the lot. Her hair was mussed as if she hadn’t brushed it before heading to work, theirs was probably the only profession in the world where that was acceptable.

*****

Their first awards ceremony she’d been in pink, wearing those black pumps that drove him crazy. He had no idea how she managed to stay upright the heels were so huge. It was then that he’d whispered to her while they were being photographed that he thought black pumps were hot. She’d made a point of wearing pumps for to their public appearances for months after that. Always black, with some sort of detailing that only he noticed.

*****

It was over a year before he told her that he thought all women’s shoes were hot.

*****

It was only a month after that when she gave him the money clip shaped like a shoe. His wife hadn’t been happy. He cherished that little piece of her that she allowed him to carry around all the time.

*****

The first time they made love, she predictably left her shoes on, stiletto heels pressed into his lower back leaving bruises. She’d called out his name, and he’d called out hers before she finally kicked the shoes off and covered them with a blanket. It was all so very them.

*****

It is also fitting then, that the first time he noticed how intertwined their lives were was when his wife emerged from their closet with a pair of shoes in hand asking where they’d come from. It seemed fitting that shoes caused his marriage break-up.

*****

It seemed equally fitting that the first time he noticed they’d essentially moved in together was looking at a pile of shoes in her closet. Half of them were his.

fanfiction, demily, david boreanaz, emily deschanel

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