DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT KNOW ROBERT PATTINSON OR ANY OF THE REAL PEOPLE NAMED IN MY STORY. IT IS ALL A FIGMENT OF AN OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION. I DO HOWEVER KNOW CLARISSA AND ALI.

CHAPTER FOUR

CONFESSIONS

It was a slower drive home.

It was beginning to get dark as we drove down the lane that led to the iron gates and gravel drive.

'It really is a beautiful house Clarrie.' Rob said, as my home came into view.

'It was my grandparents home. My sister and I have lived here since our parents died.' I told him softly.

My grandfather had bought the rundown old manor house in the late 50s. He had spent a small fortune on renovation and modernisation.

New plumbing, electrics, windows and roof.

It was mainly used as a holiday home, away from the hustle and bustle of London.

The nine bed roomed town house in Mayfair being their main home.

When the recession hit in the 1990's, Gramps financial people advised him to convert the double fronted house into flats, he did, downstairs but the whole of the top floor was one apartment.

He liked space my grandfather.

The conversion of the basement, ground floor and first floor into flats went ahead, although buyers were totally vetted before any sales went through.

After my parents died, Gramps and Nana moved us here.

I sighed, 'and now my grandparents are gone and the house and land are mine. My sister Alicia inherited a flat in London. She works there, so it suited her lifestyle but I always loved the island, this house and didn't want to leave, so here I am.' I confessed swallowing a huge lump in my throat.

I leaned over and pressed a keypad on the dashboard for the garage doors to open.

'Cool.' Rob grinned. 'Christ this garage is huge, it's like the bloody Cullens garage.'

He laughed as he drove into the cavernous 6 car garage.

As I said, Gramps loved space.

'Gramps used to restore vintage cars, as a hobby.' I informed him.

'My dad would love this, especially the inspection pit. He's into vintage cars too you know.' He looked at me questioningly.

'Yes, of course you know.' He shrugged disparagingly.

'Sorry Rob.' I said softly.

I had never felt guilty about my curiosity over him, until now but at this precise moment, I felt that I had been intrusive, even maybe obsessive, …perhaps I was a crazed fan after all?

'Don't worry love. There will be some things about me that you won't know, like right now, I'm gagging for a beer and at the same time, I'm busting for a pee, where's the lav?' He laughed, jumping from one foot to the other to prove his point.

I grinned. 'Well that's one thing I really didn't know about you Mr Ransom.'

'What's that love?' He asked as I led him through the side door and into the wet room at the back of the kitchen.

'You are a multi tasker.' I laughed, pointing to the downstairs loo.

'That I am my love.' He grinned, closing the door.

My love?

As a term of endearment it was very, well, intimate.

Love, my Nana called me.

Lovey was gramps favourite but my love, for goodness sake Clarrie, this isn't a Mills and Boon moment.

It was just a slip of the tongue but oh that tongue, touching my lips, so sensual, so demanding, so… and you can fuck off too Miss Dominique, I admonished myself silently.

'Right dessert.' I said aloud.

'Great, what are we having?' Rob asked from behind me, making me jump.

He laughed his tinkling infectious laugh.

'Oops, sorry love. Did I startle you?' He asked, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

'Lets get rid of this.' He said, removing my beanie, which to be honest, I'd forgotten I still had my outdoor clothes on.

'And this.' He said, slowly unzipping my jacket and tugging it down my arms.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

'And this can go too.' He breathed in my ear as he unbuttoned my shirt and took that off. Holy shit! I could barely draw breath.

'Your turn.' I told him, turning in his arms to face him.

His eyes bore into mine as I took off his baseball cap, unzipped his hoody and removed it, then unbuttoned his shirt and removed that.

We both gasped in surprise and then laughed aloud when we spotted each others Stoli T-shirts.

'Mine's in better nick than yours.'

I laughed uncontrollably and then, may the powers that are fandom forgive me, I snorted… in his face.

A full on Miss Piggy, Peppa Pig snort, my hand shooting up to cover my mouth automatically.

Rob stopped laughing, pursing his lips together tightly, his beautiful piercing blue eyes watering with laughter tears.

'You…ha ha ha…you snorted.' He guffawed uncontrollably.

I grimaced, in a vague attempt at nonchalance.

'Yes…it's a family curse. We all have our crosses to bare, mine is snorting. Fine, laugh. I'm used to it. Please excuse me while I calm the fuck down.'

I announced, pushing myself from his embrace and stomping out of the kitchen down the hall, to my quiet room.

I sat down at Nana's old baby grand and began to play.

'Debussy?' Rob asked softly as he entered the room a few minutes later.

'There's no laughing allowed in this room and yes Claire De Lune was my Nana's favourite, long before the bloody vampire films.' I informed him as I continued playing.

'You play wonderfully Clarissa.' He said softly, sitting down on the bench beside me.

I budged up to allow him more room, while he played the lower scale of notes.

'My Grandmother was a concert pianist, she taught me. I'll never be a good as she was though. She played all over the world, even in front of Royalty.' I informed him matter of factly.

I watched mesmerised as his long fingers danced over the keys, his eyes closed, his head swaying gently.

'This was nice.' Rob smiled as we finished the piece.

'We have something else in common.' I smiled nodding to my guitar, resting on a stand in the corner of the room.

Rob walked over, 'may I?' He asked.

'Of course.'

He picked up the guitar with reverence. He could see it was old but I loved the mellow sound it played.

Rob played a few chords, adjusting the string keys, then he began playing a wonderful melody.

I sat watching in awe.

His eyes closed in concentration, he was biting his bottom lip gently, as his long fingers strummed and plucked my guitar.

The melody was haunting, full of love, a musical declaration to…a lover perhaps?

When he finished I clapped enthusiastically.

'That was wonderful Rob, what was it?'

'It's the guitar version of Renesmee's lullaby from Breaking Dawn. I play it on the piano in the movie but I think it sounds better on the guitar.' He shrugged, 'the powers that be said piano Edward, so piano it was.'

He shrugged again, 'I don't know.'

'It was beautiful Rob.' I said, walking toward him my hand outstretched for him to take.

'Come on, I promised you dessert.' I smiled.

As a musician shouldn't he have been allowed to use his instrument of choice?

Then again, Stephanie Meyer couldn't possibly have known how talented her Edward really was, could she?

We walked back into the kitchen, I opened the cupboard and found the object of my desire.

'Oreo's?' Rob laughed, 'and milk?'

'Nah, you're in my home Rob,' I smiled, opening the freezer and grabbing a large pot of my favourite ice-cream.

'Mingella's Double Cream.' Rob read the top of the tub. 'Hey wasn't that Director chappy, oh what was his name?'

'Anthony Mingella, he directed a lot of films, his best known being The English Patient.' I informed him.

Like I said, a bloody Ambassador.

'His family owns an ice-cream factory on the island among other things.'

'Here, you open these and I'll show you how I eat my Oreo's.'

I laughed as I scooped two big spoonfuls of ice-cream into dishes.

'I've never eaten Oreo's with ice-cream before love, this will be a new experience for me.' He smiled, looking at me through his long eyelashes.

I took two of the cream filled chocolate biscuits and crushed them between my palms, the pieces falling over the top of the ice-cream.

I spooned some from the dish and held it out to Rob, he licked the spoon suggestively, or maybe it was Miss Dominique's imagination coming to the fore.

Then he took the spoon into his mouth, closing his eyes while he hummed in approval.

'Fuck!…That is so…Delicious.' He moaned or mumbled might be a better word.

'You like?' I giggled.

'No love…not like…I love it almost as much as I lo…' He stopped his sentence abruptly and gulped.

'Here do your own.' I chuckled. 'This is mine I tell you, all mine.'

I laughed as I grabbed my dish and spoon and skipped, literally out of the kitchen and into the lounge, throwing myself down onto the old leather sofa, legs crossed in front of me, like a Red Indian Squaw at a Pow Wow.

A few minutes later Rob walked in, his dish piled high with the scrumptious concoction.

'Hey, you pinched more ice-cream.' I groaned looking at his dish, which was practically overflowing.

'Hmm, you had Mint Chocolate Chip, so I have some of that too.'

He grinned, those damned eyebrows doing that wiggly thing again.

'Let me taste?' I asked, putting my dish on the coffee table, next to his.

He scooped a spoonful and reached over to let me sample his derivative on my recipe.

I played his game back at him, running my tongue over the iced confection sensually, Miss Dominique would be proud.

I closed my eyes and felt him shuffle closer.

'Fuck Clarrie, that's so damn sexy.' He breathed huskily.

Mission Accomplished!

I smiled, then felt the spoon move away, his cold lips replacing it.

'Hmm, much tastier.' He moaned, pulling my tongue into his mouth and sucking it gently.

I saw stars, I swear it. Stars, moons, angels, you name it, I saw it.

His mouth and tongue spiralling my mind, body, heart and soul out of control.

He moved from my lips, kissing my eyes, my cheeks, my neck.

His glorious tongue licking my collarbone, then back up my neck to my ear.

He sucked at my earlobe and I shivered.

'Are you cold my love?' He whispered softly.

There it was again.

My love.

Oh to hell with it, principles be damned.

If he turned out to be my only memorable one night stand, I could live with that.

'Clarissa,' He gulped aloud, 'I want to touch you love. I want to feel your skin, I want to…'

I crushed my lips back onto his, my own hands pushing up his neck and into his soft hair.

I pulled him closer to me, my tongue exploring his, our breathing becoming heavier simultaneously.

I felt his hand slowly creep up under my t-shirt and cup my breast, my nipples hardening automatically at his touch.

'So beautiful.' He moaned, 'so soft.'

Okay, it was at this point that I remembered…I was braless! Did I care? Hell no.

I ran my own hands under his Stoli, my long nails raking gently over his chest, he moaned again.

'God, that feels so good love.'

I wanted to see him.

See the body of the man of my dreams, see for myself, with my own eyes, if he really was all I had imagined.

'Take it off Rob.' I whispered gently.

He lifted his arms for me as I hoisted the cherished Stoli off his body and gasped, when my eyes saw this glorious man.

He really was beautiful.

His chest firm, taught but not an over the top Mr Muscles like Taylor or Kellan, he was just, all man.

I ran my hands slowly back up his chest, feeling the light hair, finding the moles on the back of his neck, I pushed my hands back into his head and pulled him down, his lips finding mine again.

He opened his eyes, our breathing ragged, his kisses leaving my lips, he pushed up my t-shirt. I held my arms up for him to remove it. He smiled, 'is this alright love?'

'Please Rob, I want this too. Even if it's just for one night.' I whispered.

'What?…this isn't for one night Clarrie…not for me.' He glanced at his watch, 'I've known you for 9 hours Clarissa St James and…you have completely ruined me for any other woman forever. I'm falling for you Clarrie. I want you in my life, in my bed. You're already in my heart, my love…Don't…you feel the same?' He asked quietly.

Oh…My…God! I let out a deep breath as hot tears ran down my cheeks.

How in God's name, did I ever get this lucky?

This unbelievable, incredibly gorgeous man had declared his love for me.

I pinched myself, hard.

'Clarrie…what are you doing sweetheart?' Rob asked, as he tenderly wiped away my tears with his fingers.

'I'm pinching myself to wake up from this wonderful dream I'm having.' I groaned.

'Open your eyes love, it's not a dream. It's real, you're real, I'm real and these feelings I have for you have never been more real.' He whispered softly.

I looked up into his sea blue eyes and saw his honesty and love shining through.

'Rob…Take me to bed.'

'Are you sure love? We can wait until…'

'Take me to bed Mr Pattinson.' I smiled up at him.

He moved off of the sofa and held his hand out to me, I took it and he pulled me up into his arms, his hands slipping under my arse lifting me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

God he was strong.

I weighed just over eight stone but he picked me up as though I were as light as a feather.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed his bearded jaw, he sighed, 'point the way Clarrie.'

'Up stairs, door right in front of you,' I told him through my kisses.

I bit his earlobe gently and his breath hitched as he carried me up the stairs, with inhuman speed…sorry…I couldn't resist it!

'Rob…put me down you idiot. You'll be breathless by the time we get up there.' I giggled.

'Sweetheart, I'm already breathless from your lips. Don't worry about me…I'm a non-smoker now.' He chuckled.

We got to the landing and I reached around to open the door.

I pushed it open and flicked on the light switch.

Rob gasped when he saw my room, with the four poster, queen sized bed against the back wall.

'Wow! Now that's what I call a bed.' He smiled, walking us toward it.

'If you want a shower or a bath, the ensuite's there Rob.' I gabbled nervously.

This was actually going to happen.

Rob lay me down onto the bed.

'I just need the loo love, I won't be long.'

He grinned, 'shit…look at the size of that tub.' He whistled, when he walked into my private bathroom.

'Big enough for you?' I called, jumping off of the bed and undoing my jeans.

Should I put on one of my sister's naughty nighty presents or go well, naughty?

I was so glad I kept up with the agonising waxing regime Alicia forced me into, 'so much more hygienic.'

She'd insisted but now…well I could see other advantages!

I heard the flush, then a tap running and then, there he was, in all his glory.

His jeans unbuttoned, hanging low on his hips, a hand pushing through his hair nervously.

'Hey beautiful.' He said softly, as he walked toward me.

'Hey yourself, handsome Ransom.' I replied, my eyes marvelling at the sight of him.

'You know Spunk Ransom was one of my better ideas for a pseudonym.' He chuckled.

'Oh yes, I like Spunk.'

I waited as my blush whacked me full pelt across my face, my eyes shut tight for an instant and then back at him.

'Verbal filter again Clarrie?' Rob laughed, eyebrows raised, giving me…the look.

'Huh, huh.' I grimaced.

'I want you, Clarissa Victoria Elizabeth St James.' He breathed in my ear.

'I want you too, Spunk.' I whispered back.

We removed the remainder of our clothes in seconds, staring into each others eyes the whole time.

I felt no embarrassment, no shyness, not an ounce of coy in my entire body.

It felt…natural, right. It was meant to be.

'So beautiful.' He breathed huskily, as he took me in his arms, lifted me bridal style, and lay me back onto my bed.

'Turn the light off Rob…it's too bright in here.'

'I want to see you love…I'll leave the bathroom light on, okay?' He asked, moving to the light switch.

'Hurry up lover.' I told him.

I pulled the duvet down and scooted under it, pulling his side back ready for him to join me.

He lay next to me, each facing the other, my heart pounding in my chest.

He swallowed audibly. 'I'm not going to rush this Clarrie. I want to savour every inch of you, I want to kiss you everywhere, taste every part of you.'

I shuddered in anticipation, as his lips claimed me slowly, sensually, his tongue slipping and sliding over mine.

I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and he moaned.

He kissed his way down my neck, across my collarbone and onto my breast, his tongue flicking the nipple on my left breast, while he gently nipped the right with his long fingers.

The sensations pulsing through my body were delicious, I moaned loudly, my breathing becoming more ragged as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

'Oh God Rob…that feels so good.' I sighed blissfully.

He moved to my right side and performed the same ministrations there.

The heat of his tongue leaving me breathless, wanting more.

He kissed down my ribs, my stomach, his tongue swirling around and in my belly button, my exhalation hitching as he ran his hands slowly down my legs and gently pushed them apart.

'I want…to taste you Clarrie…is that…alright love?' He uttered hoarsely.

I couldn't answer, I just nodded my head and held my breath.

I'd never experienced this before.

It was virgin territory to me.

My heart thudded in my chest as I felt his beard tickle my belly, his head lowering to the apex of my womanhood.

His fingers opened me to him, I was hot…not just for him but physically.

'Rob,' I breathed, 'push the duvet off, I'm too hot.'

He pulled the duvet from our bodies and tossed it onto the floor.

'You certainly are hot my love.' He grinned lasciviously, 'but we're going to get a lot hotter.'

He said, renewing his expert skilfulness, to my already throbbing centre.

My hips were jumping of their own volition, as his tongue licked me expertly, his teeth nipping softly at my clit, then sucking on it gently.

I was going mad with desire, I'd never felt anything like it before.

If I thought I'd had sex before, I was sadly mistaken.

A quick grope, wham, bam, one two, one two, all over.

Robert Pattinson, was making love to me.

I may as well have been a virgin!

'Do you like that Clarrie? Tell me love.' He whimpered softly, his tongue lapping me feverishly one moment, then slowly, teasingly the next.

I could feel the heat, bubbling in the pit of my stomach, felt my muscles tighten as my orgasm approached.

'Oh…Rob…Feels so good…Hmmm.'

''Tell me…what you want love.' He whispered hoarsely.

'More…do that more. Make me…oh God Rob…make me cum…please.' I begged.

He pushed his long middle finger inside of me.

'Oh baby…your so fucking wet…hmmm…you taste so good.' He breathed. 'Don't hold back love…let it go…cum for me Clarrie…need to taste you more.'

Holy cow!

Fireworks.

I saw actual fucking fireworks as the first love-making orgasm I'd ever experienced, exploded in me, from me, out of me.

'Fuck Rob…again….more.' I whimpered lustily, I was greedy, I know it but having waited for so long to finally have one…I wanted…a lot more.

He gently pushed another finger in, curling around, searching for the sweet spot, that only he had ever looked for and boy…did he find it.

My hips jumped off of the bed automatically when he hit the bullseye!

'Oh…my…God…yes…yes Rob…there oh fuck.' I screamed, as another orgasm rocketed through me.

His tongue lapped every drop of juice my body surrendered to him.

He slowly removed his fingers and crawled back up my body, leaving hot wet kisses in his wake until he reached my face.

I opened my eyes slowly when I felt his breath on my cheek and smiled.

'I…oh God…that was…' I sighed.

'God, I want to be in you Clarrie , .' He said, as he crushed his lips onto mine.

I could taste myself on his tongue, it was so…erotic. I instantly craved more.

He made to move from me, 'hey, where are you going?' I whispered.

'Condom baby.' He smiled.

'I've been on the pill since I was fourteen Rob.' I grinned sheepishly.

'Promiscuous Clarrie?' He grinned, that bloody single eyebrow, doing it's thing again.

'What? No…irregular monthly visitor actually…promiscuous…ha. Three one night lovers in twenty-four years, does not promiscuous make.'

'3…one night stands?' He gulped noisily.

'You?' I asked, 'you're obviously…well…experienced.'

'Clarissa.' He groaned.

'How many?' I asked, seeing a blush appearing under and above his beard.

'More than three.' He answered shyly.

'Huh…but you're…you know…safe?' I asked.

'Yes sweetheart, I'm safe. 3 monthly check-ups safe.'

'Then no need for the rubber shield.' I smiled, 'just you and me.'

He returned my smile, 'are you sure Clarrie?'

I could feel his erection twitching against my stomach.

He ran his hands down my body as I opened my legs to him.

I took him in my hands, stroking him gently, my thumb circling the head.

I took his pre-cum on my finger and sucked it into my mouth and whimpered.

He tasted salty, slightly bitter but delicious, never the less.

He moaned, a deep guttural moan as I guided him into me.

He was big…bigger than any man I'd ever been with, all three of them.

He pushed into me slowly, allowing my body to adjust to him.

I'd never been this…aroused before.

'More Rob.' I urged, desperately needing to have him fill me.

His eyes burned into mine, 'oh my God Clarrie, your so fucking tight love.'

'More…please.' I pushed my hips up to meet him, my hands on his firm arse, pulling him into me, 'fuck Rob…all of you…I want all of you.'

He pushed harder, filling my inner recess to the brim. He felt so damn good.

He moved slowly, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Too damn slowly.

'Harder .' I moaned. I'd never been a verbal participant when having sex…but times they were a changing.

'Fuck me Rob…Harder.' I gasped, as he complied with my demands.

He thrust in and out of my body but I still wanted more and pulled him closer, he pushed my legs up, his shoulders resting on my knees, giving him deeper access, as he slammed into me again and again.

'Harder baby…make me cum Rob.'

'Fuck Clarrie…not gonna last much longer love…cum with me love.' He gasped between breaths.

'Oh shit…Rob…I…oh God…yes…oh…f…u…c…k.' I screamed in ecstasy, as stars, moons, fireworks, even a fucking vampire flashed before my eyes.

I had never felt anything as intense, my whole body throbbed, the muscles inside my core, clenching,

squeezing, pulsing as I felt my lover explode his hot cum into my trembling body.

'Christ…Clarrie that was…amazing…fucking…unbelievable my love.' He breathed hoarsely.

'Rob…you were my first tonight.' I smiled, my own breathing slowly returning to normal, a satisfied smirk on my face.

He pulled out of me slowly, totally spent and collapsed at my side, his arm wrapping around my body.

To hell with clean up, I was incapable of any bodily movement.

'Your first Clarrie but you…I mean.' He gabbled.

'Oh…I've had sex but you're my first orgasm, you're the first to…you know…go down on me, my first G spot hero…the first man…to…make love to me Rob.'

'Really? You've never…No-one ever.' He questioned, that damned eyebrow raising again.

'No-one,…just you.'

'And I'll be your last baby. No-one will ever touch you again, your mine Clarissa, mine forever.'

He smiled and pulled me into his chest, we brought the duvet back over us and both drifted into a blissful sleep.