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[fic] The Love Pawn - "Remis"
Title: Remis
Fandom: The Love Pawn (Short Story)
Genre: Drama, romance.
Characters: Paula Ingram, Red (Jack Delafield), Uncle Jerry
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 797
Summary: Her hands grabbed at his lapels, feeling the firm plane of his chest underneath, and involuntarily, a little cry rose in her throat. To have him! To finally have him! Her bandit, her would-be bank robber, the man who’d stolen her so completely, body and soul. (Or, in which Paula’s uncle rocks up, fearing something’s wrong after chasing her across the country, only to find her making out with his substitute butler, bless. Missing scene from the short story.)
If you’d like to leave a comment, please do so on AO3!
His kiss was like an explosion. He’d turned off onto some side street and had barely shifted the car into park before he lunged across the seat, his hand in her hair and his lips against hers in a sudden release of pent-up emotion. Paula would have gasped, but his mouth slanted fully over hers, muffling the sound, and all she could do was scrabble blindly at his coat for some purchase. He was overwhelming, practically devouring—like this was the last and only time he’d be able to taste her—and she couldn’t help but respond in kind, eagerly giving herself over to him. Her hands grabbed at his lapels, feeling the firm plane of his chest underneath, and involuntarily, a little cry rose in her throat. To have him! To finally have him! Her bandit, her would-be bank robber, the man who’d stolen her so completely, body and soul.
Even Eric, at his most passionate, had never kissed her like this. Logically, she knew some of the excitement was simply the result of being chased by the police, but the sensations were all-consuming. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst out of her ribs, and—
Distantly, as if through water or a dream, she heard the screech of braking tires and the slam of a door. “Paula!” a voice exclaimed, and that was enough to break the spell. Red jerked his head back in surprise, ending the kiss, and then the voice came again, this time with an unmistakable edge of indignation. “Benson?” Paula blinked. Not the police, but Uncle Jerry. His initial shock having since worn off, her uncle irately continued, “Benson, what in hell are you doing with—?”
Red scrambled out of the car, his entire demeanor immediately changing to one of deference, and under different circumstances it probably would have been comical, the way his face blanched in sheer remorse. “Sir, I can explain—”
“No, I’ll explain!” Paula insisted, and scrambled out after him. She put a hand on Red’s arm and quickly angled herself in front of him, lest Uncle Jerry decide to take a swing in some attempt to preserve her honor. She’d never known him to be a violent man, but he’d also never caught one of his servants canoodling with his beloved niece.
“Uncle, his name isn’t Benson,” she said, as calmly as she could. “This is Jack Delafield.”
This time it was her uncle’s turn to blink. “Delafield?” His gaze lurched back up to Red. “Then you’re—?” He broke off, the name obviously more familiar to him than it had been to Paula. Then you’re the impoverished son who disappeared from society, was what he probably meant to say, or something to that effect.
Red cleared his throat and had the grace to look chagrined.
Uncle Jerry, however, still couldn’t seem to fathom it. “But why were you working as a—?”
Paula clapped both hands over her face and groaned. “Look, we can explain all this later! Right now we need to get to a telegraph office. There was a message recently sent to Eric Kendall about a delivery of nearly two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and it’s stolen, Uncle! I don’t know from where or whom, but if we get that cable traced, we can find out. And get him and his accomplices put in jail, where they belong,” she added vehemently.
Her uncle remained nonplussed. “Eric Kendall?” he echoed. “I’ll admit he was never my first choice for you, Paula, but I was led to believe you were rather fond of him. That’s why I went to his bank this morning, because I thought—” He broke off at her crestfallen expression.
“I thought I was,” she quietly confessed, “but I was wrong about him. He isn’t the man I believed him to be.”
Uncle Jerry raised a penetrating eyebrow. “And is Mr. Delafield here the man you believed him to be?”
“No,” she said, just as quietly. But then she bit her lip and looked sidelong at Red, remembering how strangely respectful he’d been, despite his otherwise villainous actions. Even in the car just now, it had taken her furiously declaring her love for him before he’d finally let his self-control drop enough to kiss her. A blush rose to her cheeks at the memory, along with a smile she couldn’t quite suppress, and she slipped her hand into his. “But that turned out to be a good thing, in the end.”
Jerome Ingram sighed and made a helpless face that spoke volumes about all the antics his niece had been prone to over the years. He gestured back at his sedan with fond resignation. “Shall we take my car, then? I think I’d crowd this little coupe of yours.”
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A/N: Just a little thing I’ve had in my head that I wanted to get out. (Gotta say, I’m enjoying this recent motivation to finish old WIPs! :D)
Seriously, though, shout-out to Uncle Jerry for just rolling with all this. (“My back-up butler is secretly the impoverished scion of a once wealthy and powerful family? He kidnapped my niece and spirited her across the country? My niece effectively robbed a bank? The two of them are now in love? It turns out her ex-boyfriend is actually a con-man? Sure, whatever.”) God, I absolutely love how bonkers this story is. <3
All other fics can be found here.
Fandom: The Love Pawn (Short Story)
Genre: Drama, romance.
Characters: Paula Ingram, Red (Jack Delafield), Uncle Jerry
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 797
Summary: Her hands grabbed at his lapels, feeling the firm plane of his chest underneath, and involuntarily, a little cry rose in her throat. To have him! To finally have him! Her bandit, her would-be bank robber, the man who’d stolen her so completely, body and soul. (Or, in which Paula’s uncle rocks up, fearing something’s wrong after chasing her across the country, only to find her making out with his substitute butler, bless. Missing scene from the short story.)
If you’d like to leave a comment, please do so on AO3!
- Remis -
His kiss was like an explosion. He’d turned off onto some side street and had barely shifted the car into park before he lunged across the seat, his hand in her hair and his lips against hers in a sudden release of pent-up emotion. Paula would have gasped, but his mouth slanted fully over hers, muffling the sound, and all she could do was scrabble blindly at his coat for some purchase. He was overwhelming, practically devouring—like this was the last and only time he’d be able to taste her—and she couldn’t help but respond in kind, eagerly giving herself over to him. Her hands grabbed at his lapels, feeling the firm plane of his chest underneath, and involuntarily, a little cry rose in her throat. To have him! To finally have him! Her bandit, her would-be bank robber, the man who’d stolen her so completely, body and soul.
Even Eric, at his most passionate, had never kissed her like this. Logically, she knew some of the excitement was simply the result of being chased by the police, but the sensations were all-consuming. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst out of her ribs, and—
Distantly, as if through water or a dream, she heard the screech of braking tires and the slam of a door. “Paula!” a voice exclaimed, and that was enough to break the spell. Red jerked his head back in surprise, ending the kiss, and then the voice came again, this time with an unmistakable edge of indignation. “Benson?” Paula blinked. Not the police, but Uncle Jerry. His initial shock having since worn off, her uncle irately continued, “Benson, what in hell are you doing with—?”
Red scrambled out of the car, his entire demeanor immediately changing to one of deference, and under different circumstances it probably would have been comical, the way his face blanched in sheer remorse. “Sir, I can explain—”
“No, I’ll explain!” Paula insisted, and scrambled out after him. She put a hand on Red’s arm and quickly angled herself in front of him, lest Uncle Jerry decide to take a swing in some attempt to preserve her honor. She’d never known him to be a violent man, but he’d also never caught one of his servants canoodling with his beloved niece.
“Uncle, his name isn’t Benson,” she said, as calmly as she could. “This is Jack Delafield.”
This time it was her uncle’s turn to blink. “Delafield?” His gaze lurched back up to Red. “Then you’re—?” He broke off, the name obviously more familiar to him than it had been to Paula. Then you’re the impoverished son who disappeared from society, was what he probably meant to say, or something to that effect.
Red cleared his throat and had the grace to look chagrined.
Uncle Jerry, however, still couldn’t seem to fathom it. “But why were you working as a—?”
Paula clapped both hands over her face and groaned. “Look, we can explain all this later! Right now we need to get to a telegraph office. There was a message recently sent to Eric Kendall about a delivery of nearly two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and it’s stolen, Uncle! I don’t know from where or whom, but if we get that cable traced, we can find out. And get him and his accomplices put in jail, where they belong,” she added vehemently.
Her uncle remained nonplussed. “Eric Kendall?” he echoed. “I’ll admit he was never my first choice for you, Paula, but I was led to believe you were rather fond of him. That’s why I went to his bank this morning, because I thought—” He broke off at her crestfallen expression.
“I thought I was,” she quietly confessed, “but I was wrong about him. He isn’t the man I believed him to be.”
Uncle Jerry raised a penetrating eyebrow. “And is Mr. Delafield here the man you believed him to be?”
“No,” she said, just as quietly. But then she bit her lip and looked sidelong at Red, remembering how strangely respectful he’d been, despite his otherwise villainous actions. Even in the car just now, it had taken her furiously declaring her love for him before he’d finally let his self-control drop enough to kiss her. A blush rose to her cheeks at the memory, along with a smile she couldn’t quite suppress, and she slipped her hand into his. “But that turned out to be a good thing, in the end.”
Jerome Ingram sighed and made a helpless face that spoke volumes about all the antics his niece had been prone to over the years. He gestured back at his sedan with fond resignation. “Shall we take my car, then? I think I’d crowd this little coupe of yours.”
-----
A/N: Just a little thing I’ve had in my head that I wanted to get out. (Gotta say, I’m enjoying this recent motivation to finish old WIPs! :D)
Seriously, though, shout-out to Uncle Jerry for just rolling with all this. (“My back-up butler is secretly the impoverished scion of a once wealthy and powerful family? He kidnapped my niece and spirited her across the country? My niece effectively robbed a bank? The two of them are now in love? It turns out her ex-boyfriend is actually a con-man? Sure, whatever.”) God, I absolutely love how bonkers this story is. <3
All other fics can be found here.