So...I've written a few similar ones like this before but since trying other things out, I feel my writing has improved and I have the confidence now to try again. I hope that you enjoy the first chapter of the story. I've been writing darker stuff, fiction for Phantom being one of them which is also up on my page if you wanted to give that a read too. But for this story, unfortunately I do not own the deliciously beautiful Robert Pattinson unfortunately...and if I did, he would never leave my house again hahaha. ;) Only joking of course! But anyway, not sure where I'm going with this presently but enjoy! Remember, reviews are like candy to me, so please share! :)

I glanced at my reflection in the hallway, flattening down my dark curls for the third time that same hour. I guess I looked okay. The most important thing was that he thought I did. I was starting to regret going for the natural look but my clothes were fine…I think. A royal blue sleeveless shirt paired with a baby pink skater's skirt and multicolored slipper shoes. The girl in the mirror lifted her eyebrows as the knocking increased.

I flattened my hair against my shoulders again and headed for the door. I yanked it open and my lips parted, goose-bumps rising along my arms and legs as I drank him in. His mahogany hair looked shorter than when he left, more styled. He looked a couple of days unshaved but the rough and ready look always suited him. I'd missed his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his hair, his face, his skin, his touch. His green eyes lingered on my legs and I shivered as they eventually found mine.

"God, I missed you." He rasped, throwing his case to the side as he stepped forwards and slid his fingers into my hair. Before I could reply, his mouth claimed mine, urgent and demanding. I sighed, my hands drawing circles against his arms and trailing his shivers. We pulled away breathlessly, my mouth pulling upwards as my arms rested around his neck before I whispered back. "I really missed you too;" touching my forehead to his.

I prepared to make tea but his fingers stilled mine, turning me. His mouth slid into his crooked smile and I felt my cheeks tint. "I have something a little…better in mind." My curiosity peeked as he led me back into the living room where a bottle of champagne was sat on the table, two glasses on either side.

I threw him back a smile. "That was rather sneaky."

He shrugged as he headed to the champagne; opening it with a pop and setting it back down after filling both of the glasses generously. I followed the beckon of his hand; taking one of the glasses and having a sip before settling it down.

I prepared to sit beside him but his crooked smile was back as he patted his lap. Biting down on my lip, I curved my legs to the side of him as gracefully as possible, wrapping my arms around his neck. His chest rumbled from a laugh. "I love how hard you try to be graceful around me."

I sighed. "Given the use of the word try, I take it that I'm not succeeding very well." I grumbled, my fingers brushing against the back of his hair, fingering the short strands there. His hand pressed to my lower back, his fingers burning against the thin material of my top as he fought back a smile. "If you were as graceful as you were gorgeous, we'd have an even harder time leaving the bedroom."

My fingers stilled and I raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, even harder? I think that might be a slight exaggeration given how little time we spend there now." I bit down on my lower lip again as I glanced back down at my fingers, wiggling them.

"I-I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I already know it's my fault. But things were looking good in Australia; I think I might have a few projects lined up soon enough."

My mouth tightened into a smile. "Then that's great."

He sighed, both his hands pressing to the side of my head to make me face his intense gaze. "I mean it, I am sorry. I already know I've got a lot to make up for."

I stared back, burned by those green orbs before I eventually nodded. He let got, reaching around me whilst I waited, my gaze boring into my pale fingernails. In the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of a small box and groaned, rolling my eyes towards the ceiling. "Seriously, you have got to be kidding me. Do you really think this is the appropriate time to be thinking about this?" I found his eyes in the corner of mine, watching as a smile broke out.

"Just…just open it." He opened my hand, nestling the velvet box within my palm before pulling back his hand, watching as I relaxed my fingers and pulled open the box with my other hand. I raised my eyebrows, finding his eyes beneath my lashes as I snorted. "So it's not a ring then?"

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and back, popping the ring from the box and holding it so the amethyst stone glinted in the sunlight. "It's called a promise ring. I guess you could say it's the step down from engagement." He smirked, his fingers brushing over the infinity patterns scolded into each side of the ring. "This is the sign for infinity."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know; I watch Revenge." I teased.

"The stone is amethyst, the month of February, the month your Mum was born." He finished, glancing up. I shrugged, eyes narrowing as my eyes traced the tiny gem nestled in the middle. "So…you chose this based on my Mum's birthstone?" I asked, my fingers replacing the spots my eyes traced over.

"Well actually, I had it made," he confessed. "But, I chose the two closest things to you…or at least, I hope they are. I know you always miss your Mum; no matter how often you talk on Skype or on the phone or how often she visits you. And…well the infinity is a representation of us."

My breath caught, my face burning. "I…can't believe you actually had this made."

"Does that mean you like it?" He asked quietly, his fingers still tangled around the ring as he held it out, his eyes catching mine. I nodded. "It's simple, dainty, fragile and beautiful-"

"Just like you," he finished, making me snicker.

"No, I was actually going to say just like us, given my lack of gracefulness." I teased, reaching for the ring. He shook his head, his fingers turning over my hand and placing the ring on the engagement finger of my left hand. His hand lingered on mine before entwining our fingers and gaining my attention. "This is my promise to you to love you, just as before and to stop putting my career before you. I love you and you mean everything to me and I know I treat you unfairly sometimes and probably don't deserve you-"

"Rob, no-"

"No, I don't," he interrupted, his fingers tightening against mine. "But I promise I'll try harder, for you. I think I sometimes forget how focused I can get on finding the next project, to the point that I start ignoring those more important to me."

I smiled, brushing a kiss across the back of his hand. "Apology accepted."