A/N: Although the Glamour UK shoot did happen, I am not saying that Jackson Rathbone and Ashley Greene are in fact dating or are an item. I am not suggesting that Kristen and Rob are either. And if anyone is dating in the Twilight cast, who cares? Let them be happy. Kay, now that I got that out there, go ahead and happy reading!

Clever Phraseology

I groaned and threw a pillow at the door when I woke up to the loud static and irritating booms of the amp in the other room. He did this all the damn time and after weeks without time for sleep, I would like to have an hour or two to wallow in the little silence I had left, but I guess not.

"Graupner!" I grumbled, stumbling to my feet as I rolled out of bed and blindly fished through the air for the doorknob.

Opening the door, I found a microphone was thrust into my face and I rubbed my eyes to see a grinning Graupner more clearly. He had done this with "Robot Timberwolves," waking me up in the middle of the night to sing about what came to mind. Somehow, the fans loved it, but all I could think now was: Not another one…

"There's this song in my head and all I need it lyrics. I'll show you the tracks—just think of something. Go with it!" his enthusiasm was pretty annoying this early in the morn—afternoon and I glanced at the clock one last time to make sure that it was right.

"I have to be at that photo shoot in like—an hour," I said, handing him the cheap microphone back an dodging the cushion he threw at me.

Glamour UK magazine was doing a shoot with Kellan, Nikki, Ashley and I on romance. Wonderful. As if it were easier to talk on camera about the romances or not that happened behind the scenes.

The bathroom clouded up with steam as I left the hot water on for a minute or two. Somehow that woke me up as I stood under the water for a good five minutes, letting the hot water knead the tension from my back. I heard the song Graupner had in his head clank out on the keyboard in the living room. Our neighbors hated us…

I finished getting ready, leaving Graupner to beg everyone else to join him on his creative energy surge of the morning, but left before anyone answered the phone. I hid beneath a hat and sunglasses, knowing that paparazzi wouldn't find me as interesting as say Ashley or Kellan, but I was still cautious.

After filming Eclipse, I hadn't seen Ashley or any of the cast since our final day filming. It would be nice to be back with them and I hoped that the interview would be less than awkward.

"Wardrobe's that way," people rushed past me and through various doors of the labyrinth-looking studio. I followed where the woman had pointed and hoped for the best.

Thirty minutes in wardrobe, an hour in hair and makeup where they spent another hour to complete the interview. Small talk was exchanged between the hair stylist, where I found out that Kellan and Nikki would have their shoot after Ashley and I. Maybe I'd wait around to hang with them after.

I sat on a stool in the middle of the set, waiting for Ashley, who was now in wardrobe and makeup and hair, to be ready. I hummed, whistled, and then chose to whip out my harmonica, playing aimlessly and getting lost in something that resembled Graupner's melody this morning. Huh, maybe he was onto something…

"The lighting is off, move that fixture further back—yes, like that," there was still chaos around me, people moving lights, I slid my harmonica back in my pants pocket, and as I looked up, I saw her.

It was a casual photoshoot and yet they had taken two hours to dress the poor girl in jeans and a black tank top. Her hair was messy with curls; still short from her not-so-recent haircut, although she continued to tell me she hated it. She liked her hair better long, but I—

Stop right there.

"Wifey," I acknowledged, standing up and giving her a joking formal head nod. She grinned an gave me a hug.

"I haven't talked to you in forever," except on the phone—once a week, like always. "How've you been?"

"Same old, same old. How about you?" I asked as the photographer, Pamela, seemed to finish the set up.

"Good," she said with a smile and we both looked toward Pamela as she lined up the lens, twisting the camera to different angles.

"All right, just be casual," she directed and I took Ashley's hand.

Her eyes shot to mine as I spun her under my hand and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. She immediately grinned as I asked if that was too casual. Laughing, she leaned back into me as a flash went off.

"Perfect, keep going," Pamela continued.

Ashley turned around in my arms, nuzzling her nose with mine. These playful acts were torture. The two of us knew our chemistry and acknowledged it in interviews, but never acted on it. "When we stop traveling around the world," she once said. Well, when would that be?

I knew her publicist was always having her out and about with random guys ad we were allowed to see other people—we weren't dating, we had no set rules. We just had huge crushes on each other and while she openly tried dating other guys, I didn't have the magnetic pull to any other women. I didn't have the need to go on a meaningless date for the sake of going on a date.

I didn't have time for dating and neither did she, but if she had time for these other guys, then what about—Was I really this insecure? I needed to get a grip. I slowly focused back on the scene at hand.

"How about a kiss? Or is that not casual?" Pamela called out with a laugh, obviously teasing. It was a Love versus Lust column, anyway. A little lust wouldn't hurt, but Ashley giggled, but gasped as my fingertips lightly grasped her chin.

Her eyes met mine in a panic, curiously and silently asking for what I was thinking. This wouldn't be the first time; a fan had already asked us to kiss and we had openly, not afraid to show a little display of affection. We were "married" after all.

Her gaze faltered and her eyelids closed, leaving me breathless as I once again took the opportunity to kiss her. I smiled as our lips met; trying to savor every detail of the sudden spark she left burning on my skin. I could feel her lift herself on her toes just a bit and my stomach twisted into a thousand knots

It was over too quickly and we both smirked when we pulled away. The funny thing is, no matter how many times we openly admitted our attractions; the press grew more and more uninterested. Now when they were left hanging with nothing to work with, they were frustrated (i.e. Rob and Kristen). There was no consequence for us.

She gasped again as I put my arm under her knees and swept her off her feet, spinning her from side to side as flashes went off left and right. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed with me.

"Start off how you did earlier," Pamela said after another few takes.

I put Ashley on her feet and she took my arms, putting them around her waist as she leaned her back into my abdomen. She leaned her head back and I nuzzled my cheek into her hair before a few more flashes went off.

"So am I getting my free tickets for a monkey show or am I just going to show up and surprise you?" she asked with a smile—another flash—as I shrugged.

"I like surprises," I smirked and leaned my head down to her shoulder, taking the strap of her shirt in my teeth and tugging at it.

She looked over she shoulder and watched me, raising an eyebrow. I matched her suggestive expression and smirked before taking it in my teeth again. No harm in a little bit of lust to match the article's theme.

A/N: Should I keep going with this? Like/Hate? Review.