A/N ~ This is for C2R and Chonga at RobstenLoveCom. They complete me. And twist my arm.
Chapter 10 ~
He faced him calmly, relaxed in his chair. "There is a relationship. However, the nature of it is none of your business." Nick elbowed him slightly in the side, pretending to cough as he did so. He ignored him and continued. "I understand that my taking the role filming this summer in New York wasn't enough to get the clause out of our contracts?"
He listened patiently while the half-bald exec droned on about responsibilities, publicity, legal issues and fines, then responded. "While interesting, none of what you just said tells me what I need to know. If our refusing to help with the DVD launch isn't enough, what else should I do to get your attention and show you that I'm not fucking around here? Listen. I have no problem keeping whatever relationship Kristen and I may have under wraps, simply because it's no ones business, including this company's. I'll do your film, because I like the script, not because I want to deal with you. If you consider it dealing, that's fine too."
Watching the man's face turn red, he bit back another sentence full of obscenities and he went for the subtle threat. "We're about to start filming another movie for you, which means months of togetherness with my leading lady and the rest of the cast. How about if I don't get photographed out every night with Kristen, or even at all, unless it's in a group? Will that help get the clause out of our contracts?"
The man's eyes got wide and he wiped his brow with a handkerchief. "Are you threatening me, Mr. Pattinson?"
Smiling only inside, he answered evenly. "I'm so sorry you took it that way, sir. I'm simply asking a question. Might that help?"
The door flew open and Kristen blew into the room, eyes throwing fire. He sighed.
"Stop. I want to know what's been said so far."
She looked glorious, as she always did when angry, and he caught Nick hiding a smile as the executive blanched white, clearly intimidated. He stood and pulled out a chair for her next to him, then sat back down. "Mr. Dodds was just about to answer my question."
She sat forward in her chair. "This concer -"
He kept his tone even. "Kristen."
She caught the steel in his voice and sat back, eyes narrowed. The three of them stared at Dodds.
Dodds looked into three unforgiving glares. "I'm sure a, uh, shall we say, lack of photographs during filming would be helpful in paving the way to remove the clauses."
"Paving the way?" He gave the man his best Edward glowering look.
"I'll of course have to consult with legal before I make any promises, but I may be able to work something out with what we've discussed today."
"And when would we know the decision?" Nick asked.
The man scanned his planner, open beside him. "Soon."
"Very good." Nick stood, anxious to get out of the room.
He knew it was because Kristen seemed about to fairly explode with the need to say something. Debating the consequences, he went with trust. "Was there something you wanted to add?"
She gazed up at him. "Yes. Look, I know you don't – I mean – It's not their – and I get that – but damn it – I don't think they – maybe?"
Nick and the exec both raised eyebrows, perplexed, but he just smiled softly at her. "Go ahead then." He shrugged. Couldn't hurt at this point. And he could refuse her nothing when she looked at him like that. Nick sat down again.
Kristen turned her eyes to Mr. Dodds. "Look, Mr. – I don't know your – name – but I know you all think this is just a stupid hook-up on set – but it's not. Rob and I – we talked about all of this – before – before we decided to date – and it's not just dating. It's serious - I mean – not just a fling or whatever other movie people do. We're not like that. At all."
"Miss Stewart, if you only knew how many times I've heard that - "
Her green eyes flashed and narrowed as she interrupted him. "Well, you've never heard it from me before - or him. And if you think we're just gonna sit back and let you tell us how to live our lives, you're dead wrong. I'm telling you right now – my relationship with Rob issomething I will fight you for."
She stood, shoving back her chair, grabbed his hand and turned her back on Mr. Dodds. "I'm done now. Let's go."
He followed behind her, slightly dazed, Nick close behind. When they got into the elevator, she spoke again.
"I'm sorry. I was trying to be nice and he fu - he pissed me off. Pencil-necked moronic ass-jacked geek."
Nick laughed. "I wouldn't be too sorry - they were assuming you're together anyway, and with both of you tag-teaming him, he might just be a little worried about how you'll act in public right now if they don't cave a little."
"Tag-team? What did you do to him?"
She was looking up at him, squeezing his hand, but he was still back in the office, hearing her angrily square off with Summit over him. Their relationship was so much between just the two of them and few others, almost like a fantasy with no one really knowing how much in love they were, but now it had just spilled over into the real world, and it was jolting. His usual quiet internal joy at her feelings for him had never been so incensed, in fact it was fierce inside him right now, mixed with pride. He also knew how hard it was for her to talk to people she didn't know about things she loved, and how much it took out of her to do it. He bent to kiss her, not stopping until Nick cleared his throat.
"Right. Sorry. What?"
Nick ignored him, smiling. "Kristen, Rob threatened to be papped out with you nightly when you start filming again. I, of course, can't condone either of your actions in there today, but I will say I enjoyed the hell out of it."
He rolled his eyes theatrically. "I did no such thing. I merely asked a question, and it's not my fault if the man took it as a threat. I'm a peaceful sort - I don't threaten anyone. Would you like to have lunch with us?" They stepped out of the elevator, and made their way out of the building.
Shaking his head, Nick smiled. "Thanks, but I've got another appointment. I'll call you as soon as I hear something."
They said their goodbyes and he followed Kristen to her truck. "Can I drive?"
"No. You're a terrible driver."
"But how will I learn if no one ever lets me?"
She giggled. "You have a point. But not today."
"Why not?"
"We're on a tight schedule."
Baffled, he raised an eyebrow at her. "We are?"
"Yep. We have to go to lunch, go your hotel room and get your laundry, and then -"
"What? My laundry? Why?"
"Jules' orders."
He sat back in the seat and stared at her. "Your mother wants my laundry?"
Laughing, she turned a corner. "She does. She read an interview where you said you didn't know how to work a washer and has decided that you're her project now."
He wasn't quite sure what to think about that. Being his girlfriend's mother's project? It made him sound like a homeless person and he felt a little lame. "But I'm quite capable of sending -"
"Forget it. She's doing your laundry. You have no say in the matter."
He was quiet for a moment. "Why is your mom reading interviews I've done?"
"She cares. She always has, since pre-production on Twilight when you were always hanging around the house. She's kept up with you."
Well, that was good to hear. Quite touching. But still... "Kristen, I don't think I like the sound of being her project. In fact, I absolutely don't. It makes me feel like a failure at – life or something."
"Maybe that wasn't a good word. It's more about – us – together – now." She looked down at her cell phone, buzzing in the console, then picked it up. "Hey Mom.... yeah, we'll be there after lunch.... yes he is... I told you he would be...." Laughing, she looked over at him. "I'll tell him..... Yep. Later."
"Tell me what?"
"She said not to fuck with MamaStew. Give in peacefully and no one gets hurt."
He stared at the floorboard, not sure if he should be angry or pleased. It was a very nice thing to do, after all. Kristen's hand slid up his thigh and he turned to look at her.
"It's a good thing, baby. Be happy about it." She smiled softly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. She hates that you're over here with no family. So she's making you part of ours."
She squeezed his thigh and he took her little hand in his big one. "Well, she shouldn't be feeling sorry for -"
"She doesn't feel sorry for you. She thinks of you as family now and wants you to know you have one here, too." She paused a moment to let that sink in. "She's cooking for you tonite."
"She just had me over for dinner three nights ago! She doesn't -"
"Stop. You will take her your laundry and you will go for dinner and you will like it. I told her she had to go slowly with you. She actually floated the idea of you staying at the house while - "
"What??"
"See? I knew it was too soon for you."
His head was spinning and he turned to look out the window at LA passing by. Such acceptance was hard to fathom for him, due to his own insecurities and the way he was raised. But it stood to reason that Kristen was telling the truth, as her parents were not normal parents, both being in the business, but especially in the way they raised their children in a completely different atmosphere of support and love than he had been. They'd done a fabulous job with their kids, molding them into free-thinking, open-minded, creative people. Not better or worse than his upbringing, just different. He sighed. "That's really - very kind and it - it means a lot to me."
She squeezed his hand. "You mean a lot to me." Her voice was quiet.
"So I'm seeing." He kissed her quickly. "You were quite fierce in the meeting today. I'm thinking Mr. Dodds may have shit down his leg at the end."
Her eyes narrowed briefly. "I wanted to make sure he got my point."
He laughed. "Oh, I think he did."
*
After dinner Kristen refused help with the dishes, so he drifted outside, taking a seat by the pool to smoke. He sensed her behind him before she spoke and stood to offer her a chair. "Thank you again for having me over, Mrs. Stewart."
"Let's cut the Mrs. crap, shall we? I think we're beyond that. Please. Call me Jules."
"If you'd like. Jules." He smiled shyly at her.
"I want you to know you have a home base here, Robert. It must be difficult being away from your family for so long. I know we can't replace them, but we'd like to be an alternate for you, if you'd like. We think of you as one of us now anyway."
He wasn't sure what to say to such a moving statement without sounding trite or insincere. "I – I well, that's so very nice of you -"
Sensing his struggle, she interrupted, laughing. "It's not because we're nice people - it's because we care about you. You've always been a good friend to my daughter, and now – more. Would you like to know my first thought when she walked in the house after the two of you got back from Japan?"
Intrigued, he looked up at her.
"It was – My God. I've never seen her look like that before. Never. Radiant. Glowing. Confident. Happy as hell."
He could only mumble, staring at the lights reflecting off of the pool water. "She's always breathtaking."
Laughing, she corrected him quickly. "I know my kid, Rob. She can be quite a handful at times."
"True." Still, he smiled. "I like that about her. A lot."
"My second thought was to hunt you down."
"What? Why?" Instantly alarmed, he looked up at her again.
"She was wearing a brand new ring on the important finger and looking mighty blissful. I was afraid you'd gotten married and I missed it."
He sat back, stunned. "She'd never do that to you, nor would I."
She leaned forward in her chair, intent. "How do you know that?"
Confused, he stuttered, worried. "I mean, w-w-we haven't talked about anything like that, it's just a n-n-new level -" Desperately not wanting to let on to his girlfriend's mother that sex had been had, he shut up abruptly.
"Exactly. You never talked about it, yet still you know. You know her. It's like you're unrelated twins or something – so on the same wavelength."
Relaxing, he smiled softly. "Sometimes I think she's a female version of me."
She leaned in and took his hand. "She showed me the card that came with the flowers. It makes me so happy to see that someone finally gets her, and isn't afraid to show that."
"She kept it?" This was news to him.
"Of course! She kept some of the flowers too, a couple are being pressed in a book and a few are drying out right now. She was so very moved, that you'd send her flowers and walk over her objections to show her how much you cared. And the engraving thing was brilliant. I told her she should marry you. Or not. Live in sin, I don't really care. You know, of course, if you guys get that far."
She winked at him, and he felt his cheeks reddening again.
"Oh, lighten up, Rob. I'm just kidding. But I am firmly in your corner, son."
She gestured at the house behind them. "This home is full of people that love Kristen and want her to be happy. You're doing a very good job of that, therefore you belong here in this home. You are one of us now. Family."
What a beautiful thing to say. He was moved now. "Thank you, Jules. I'm - quite honored."
"John and I want you to feel at home here. We realize you're a grown man, but anything you need don't hesitate to ask us, okay?"
"I really do appreciate that. My parents will be happy to know I have such good people around me here."
"You're sweet. Also, Kristen says it's too soon, but I want you to know we have plenty of room if you'd like to stay here when you're in LA. It looks like you may need a place to hide if you get any more popular." She laughed. "How many paparazzi are waiting for you to hit Starbucks at your hotel every day?"
"It's not too terrible yet. They act like I'm interesting or something."
She smiled again. "The offer stands. Anytime."
"I'll consider it. Thank you again."
She ruffled his hair and stood, then walked back to the house.
He rolled up the legs of his jeans and moved to the edge of the pool, sitting, dropping his feet into the water and sighing in satisfaction as the cool water enveloped his toes and lower legs. Just as he stubbed out his cigarette he felt her behind him. "If you push me in, you're coming with me," he warned, smiling.
"I would never..." She laughed, sitting next to him.
"You completely would."
"Ok. I would." She leaned into his shoulder with hers. "Wanna go skinny-dipping?"
"Absolutely. Sometime when your parents aren't here."
She stuck out her lower lip. "No sense of adventure."
He reached for her, dragging her into his lap as she giggled. "I've plenty of adventure. I don't want to share it with your parents, though." He hugged her tightly to his chest, kissing her hair.
"Are we talking about adventure or your cock now?"
Grinning, he leaned back to look at her. "I have enough of both. Neither of which I share with anyone but you. Speaking of, will you be coming home with me tonite?" He pouted, giving her puppy dog eyes. "I've been so lonely."
She rolled hers. "I was away for the photo shoot. Poor baby."
"It was so horrible - every second was more misery than the last. I don't sleep well without you now, you know."
"You sleep like the dead – who are you trying to kid?"
He stuck out his lower lip. "Misery. Excruciating, endless misery." She kissed him and he knew he had her.
"You're pathetic." Laughing, she gave in. "You drive. Don't forget to grab your laundry on our way out."
"Yes! I'm getting laid!"
"Hey, nobody said anything about sex."
"You can't resist me. Besides, I know you want it as much as I do." He smirked as she bit her lip and glared at him. That face meant he was correct. He sang all the way to the car.
*
He put his hood up and his head down, partly for disguise, partly against the drizzling rain and walked slowly back to the hotel, hands in his jacket pockets. It had been hot in the little pub and the drops of moisture actually felt good on his face when he first stepped outside, but the chill in the air was seeping in now. Vancouver was a different world from LA – here it was slower, quieter, and the air smelled fresh. The fantasy world of New Moon was here, filming had commenced, and they were getting a lot more attention than back when they'd worked on Twilight. It seemed more fans and photographers were finding locations every day and the cast could rarely go anywhere without being recognized now. So much had changed in a year. Too much.
He kicked a rock in his path and watched as it skittered down the dark alley, passing in and out of the long shadows reaching out in front of him. Summit had put Kristen in a different hotel, and it was difficult to spend any time together outside of work due to the presence of fans and paparazzi trying to catch their comings and goings now. They couldn't let on that they were seeing each other on set either, so work had become relief and torture all rolled into one big mess of a ball. Being so close and able to talk all the time, yet unable to touch her was driving him mad, and stolen moments in a trailer "running lines" were not nearly enough.
He emerged from the alley and turned right onto the sidewalk, staying up in the shadows by the closed, deserted storefronts. He'd gone out with Billy for a few drinks, and they'd managed to have a good time without being recognized by any of the old-timers in the out-of-the-way pub Billy had found. It was old and dark inside, but served anything you could ask for and more in the way of alcohol, and he'd relaxed finally for a bit, catching a healthy buzz.
A hand slipped into the crook of his arm and he yelled, startled, turning to find Nikki had slipped up beside him from behind. "Christ! What the hell?'"
She giggled, bumping him with her shoulder. "Hi there. You looked like you needed help getting home."
He forced himself to smile, knowing exactly what she was after. "Ah, I'm doing just fine actually, all by myself. Thank you, though." There had been a very brief something between them during the first movie's filming, some time spent together when he was sad, lonely, and drunk, and she had never taken him seriously when he'd told her it wasn't going anywhere and meant nothing. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he also didn't want to fuck her, which is exactly what she wanted now, apparently. To make matters worse, she had slowly been drawing Kristen into a close camaraderie recently and Kristen wasn't one to be close with many people. He desperately wished she wouldn't let Nikki in. Her hand was up on his shoulder now and she was walking entirely too close to his side.
"Are you sure, sweetie? You're not walking too steady – been out drinking?" She ran her hand over his back, then down to his ass.
He grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her around to face him, trying to keep his voice gentle. "Don't do this, please. I'm not interested in hooking up. Let's just move on, and we'll forget this happened, okay, Nikki?"
She snatched her hand back, looking wounded. "Fine. Sorry."
He sighed. "It's all right, really. I'm flattered." He felt nothing but disgust and wished he'd taken a cab instead of walking now. "Will you be all right getting back to your room?"
"Yeah. Later."
Thankfully, they were at the intersection where she needed to turn the opposite direction from him. He watched for a moment as she stalked off, slightly worried about her in the dark night, then decided she was close enough to her building that he didn't need to watch the entire way. She'd been out alone before she found him, hadn't she?
He turned around and shoved his hands deep into his jeans pockets, even more dejected now than before Nikki had startled him out his melancholy. He saw her daily, but he missed her, his girlfriend. He missed the too few nights in Japan and LA when she was all his, and he was all hers, and that was all that mattered. Now they belonged to Summit again, just pawns in the Hollywood game, and the fame they each never really wanted was blocking their paths to each other on the board.
His cell phone buzzed in his pocket and he reached for it eagerly. It was late, and he hadn't wanted to wake her if she was sleeping. This shoot was looking to be very hard for her.
Hey. Are u home?
He answered quickly. Almost. Why aren't you sleeping?
I miss you. :'(
His heart clenched. Fuck I miss you more.
Impossible.
He smiled a little. Want to argue?
No. Want IT.
Now he was grinning. Excuse me?
WANT IT!
Wish I could give it to you. She had no idea how badly.
Call me. Now.
He pushed a button and her sweet voice was in his ear as he entered the parking garage from the rear and made his way to the elevator. Only one photographer tonite.
"Hi, baby."
She sounded sad. "Hello."
"How was your night?"
"Average. A bit drunk. Yours?"
"Average. A bit horny."
"Do tell. Since when do you text that you want it?"
"Since I'm not getting it, genius. I really miss you. Shitloads."
He got off the elevator and walked to his room. "Just out of curiosity, what's your take on phone sex?"
"In general, or with you?"
He snorted and shook his head as he unlocked the door, smiling. "In general, of course. Twenty words or less." Pushing it open, instantly he was sure he was in the wrong room. Candles were lit, and he definitely didn't remember doing that before he left. He began to shut the door in embarrassment, then saw her standing by the bed. Stunned, he froze in the doorway. "Kristen?"
"Shut the door."
Her voice was low in his ear, and he took the phone from it and stared at it a second, then at her, then he shut it off, dropping it on the table next to the door. She had on nothing but lace panties. A vision in the soft flickering candlelight, she stood there smiling, sexy as hell and so beautiful he couldn't speak.
"Surprised?"
Nodding, he crossed the room to her and touched her hair, then stroked her cheek as she leaned into his hand. "I would have come home earli-"
"You needed to have some fun. And I just got here a little while ago."
"How?"
She smiled. "I'm not going into detail, but it involves camouflage and ninjas."
"I fucking love ninjas." He ran his fingers down the soft warm skin of her bare arm, watching as she shivered. "Sorry. Cold fingers." He followed his fingers with his lips, kissing down to her wrist.
She unzipped his jacket and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, pushing the hood off his hair, then helped him out of it.
He dropped to his knees, gathering her close to him and bowed his head into her stomach, still sad, unable to shake the despair and be happy that she was here. Completely overwhelmed by her near naked presence, he just breathed her sweet scent in, murmuring to her. "God, I miss you I fucking miss you like this so much."
Taken aback by his position and strained tone of voice she ran her fingers through his hair, concerned. "Rob?"
"I hate not seeing you when I want to, and not being able to touch you in public and it scares me terribly how fucking much I need you." The words tumbled out and he didn't care, just enough alcohol in him to be truthful about things he normally kept to himself.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she took his face in her hands, searching his eyes. "Why does it scare you?"
His brow furrowed, he tried to explain. "The usual. I'm afraid – so afraid you'll leave me and you'll have every right to - being with me is - so much like hell and it's only getting worse. And I don't trust myself not to do something stupid and - and scare you away – like telling you things like this right now." He dropped his gaze to the carpet.
"Look at me."
He raised his eyes to her, worried.
"I'm not going anywhere, I don't care how crazy it gets – we'll deal with it together. Summit, paparazzi, whatever – we do it together. Remember?"
He was silent, closing his eyes.
"What. What are you thinking?"
"Kristen, I don't think - I mean.... I'm really not worth -"
"- Stop. Don't even finish it, because it's bullshit." She pulled away, tears forming in her eyes. "You are. You're fucking everything to me. Don't ever say shit like that again." She broke into a sob, her voice rising. "Do you think you're only one that's scared? Really!? Well, fuck that!! I'm terrified that I won't be enough for you, that one of the eight million women that want you will be better than me and steal you away!!"
Eyes widening, he stared at her in shock, shouting back with the force of his denial. "That's insane! You – you're it. All I want is you! I waited forever for this!"
"And all I want is you!! So shut up about me running away! I'm here!!!"
Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, her lovely face contorted in fury and it killed him, literally making his guts hurt and he wiped them away, only to see more falling in their place. "Stop crying, please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -"
"Damn it Rob!! Don't ever be sorry for saying how you feel. I want to know! I need to know!"
She started scrambling to her feet and he couldn't allow that, not her leaving him here on the floor so he reached out blindly and pulled her close to him, locking his arms around her as she tried to fight him, sobbing hysterically now. He wouldn't let go and she finally gave in, burying her face in his chest, throwing her arms around him and they held each other tightly, on their knees in the candlelight. He stroked her hair and shoulders and back as she cried herself out. When she was calm he stood, pulling her up with him and keeping her close under his arm, and walked her to the bed. "Here, lie down." He went to the little refrigerator and got her a cold drink, taking it back and offering it to her.
True to form, she'd ignored him, pulling her knees up to her chest with her arms around them and was sitting against the headboard. After wiping her eyes, she took it from him, first sipping, then gulping it down. Finally she set it on the nightstand and gave him a little smile and spoke quietly. "We just screamed at each other."
Smiling softly back, he sat on the edge of the bed. "Yes, quite loudly. About thinking we're going to leave each other."
"That's actually kind of funny."
He nodded. "It is.......you're tired, and preparing to film this break-up scene is affecting both of us, I think."
"Couple of stupid method actors, aren't we?"
"Yeah." His melancholy was gone and he felt relaxed now, the charged air swept out of the room like the window was open to a breeze. "I think it's safe to say...... this is serious. Us. Don't you think?"
The grave look on her face said she agreed. "Serious." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "....... still scared....?"
Slowly he shook his head, reaching out to touch her cheek. "You?"
Her green eyes locked with his as she turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand. "No."
He watched her intently. "I don't want to screw this up. I don't want this to become too much for you."
"You're very protective." She smiled briefly, then her face became grave again. "We won't allow it to become too much for either of us. We have to talk this shit through. You have to tell me when you're scared."
"As do you."
She covered his hand on the bed with hers, her fingers sliding between his, then slowly up his arm to his face, eyes locked to his own, serious. "I promise."
The air was heavy and electric between them suddenly, almost humming. "I promise, too." The words said they would talk to each other, keep it honest and real. The promise felt way more heavyweight, binding and said volumes in two words about their commitment to each other. He felt like he'd just leaped off the edge of the universe into thin air, into never-before-seen territory, and it was because he had never given this much of himself to anyone before. But instead of falling into the expected abyss, flailing about with no foothold, there was soft grass underfoot and beautiful sunlight here. And Kristen. Speaking of, she was looking at him quizzically now.
"Where are you?"
He smiled, knowing he could never explain. "In a very good place. With you." Leaning in to kiss her, he saw her shiver and goosebumps on her arms. "You're freezing."
She crawled down the bed and pulled back the covers, moving under them quickly. "Help warm me up?"
"Of course." He pulled off his t-shirt, then leaned down to unlace his boots. He felt her hand on his back, not stroking, but she held it in one place then moved it slightly and held it still again as he kicked his feet free, her palm and fingers chill against his skin. "Kristen?"
"I'm feeling the muscles in your back."
He raised one eyebrow, then stood to unbutton his jeans, shoving them down his legs and stepping out of them quickly. Turning back to the bed, he caught her watching him with rapt attention. "What?" He looked down, afraid he'd put his boxers on wrong or something. But she wasn't looking there. "What?"
"You're so fucking beautiful." She said it softly, reverently. Her eyes raised to his briefly, then swept back down over him and up again to catch his.
He rolled his eyes, snorting with laughter. "Girls are beautiful. Besides, I'm thick around the middle, I've got chicken legs and -"
"Shut the fuck up. You're beautiful."
Shaking his head, he climbed into bed next to her under the linens, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body up close to his. "Loony girl." She shifted and her back was against his chest and stomach. Even her back was cold. "How long do I get to keep you? All night? Please say all night." He didn't care whether they fucked or not, well, not much anyway, he just wanted her there with him. She was relaxing back into him, shivering a bit as the chill left her.
"All night", she whispered.
"Oh thank you Jesus," he breathed out, so relieved he felt like crying.
"This isn't at all how I thought tonight would go."
He instantly felt terrible, knowing he had ruined her sweet surprise and plans with his alcohol-fueled mouth and stupid insecurities. "I'm sorry."
She turned quickly in his arms to face him, surprising him with her intense eyes.
"I'm not sorry! I didn't mean it - that way. I feel – so much – it's like we're closer now than ever. I'm glad, baby. I'm happy – we promised each other."
He stared back at her, drowning in her gorgeous eyes, loving that she'd spoken aloud of the enormity of the moment. "I know I don't really say it very often, but I love you. It just doesn't seem like – enough - to cover it all."
"I know."
She kissed him then, sweet, slow, running her tongue along his lower lip, then into his mouth to touch his gently. She pulled back and kissed the corner of his mouth, then his cheek. He sighed with contentment, eyes closed, fingers stroking her back.
"You look exhausted."
"I'm not that bad off." If she wanted to fuck, he was all over it, nothing stopping him there. He'd been on set at 6 am this morning, though, and he was, admittedly, tired. They both had a half day off now, as they needed to be on set in the evening for an all night shoot. He could sleep tomorrow.
Opening his eyes, he found her watching him, her face absolutely sad. "What happened? What's wrong?" He sat up, worried and wide awake now, looking down at her. She rolled onto her back and shook her head, closing her eyes as tears squeezed from the corners and rolled down into her hair behind her temples. "Fuck! Kris, what did I do?"
She mutely shook her head again, and it pissed him off.
"Obviously it's something. Talk to me, damn it!"
She threw him a glare then, a magnificent bitch face, and threw the covers off , gesturing at herself with one short, angry movement of her hand.
He stared blankly for a full minute, then closed his eyes and shook his head as it dawned on him. She was mostly naked in his bed. She'd kissed him tenderly after he'd declared his love, and he'd – just let her. She'd given him an out, saying he looked exhausted and he'd denied it, yet he still hadn't touched her. She fucking thought he didn't want her! He'd hurt her feelings, then yelled at her when she wouldn't talk about it.
"Are you serious? I always want you. C'mon, I'd have to be dead!"
She rolled onto her side, facing away from him.
"Fuck. I was just so happy to have you here! Content with that, you know? And I am tired and it's perfect to just be lying here with you, but I am completely, utterly, one hundred percent behind the idea of fucking you all night if that's what you want."
She didn't move.
"And all day tomorrow?" He sighed heavily. She was never predictable. Usually in a good way. So many things rolled off of her that other girls would whine over, and he was too used to that. But she was still soft inside, sweet and feminine and he needed to make it a priority to remember that from now on.
"I'm sorry you thought I didn't want you, but you're wrong, so, so wrong." He reached a tentative hand toward her, and ran it down her arm. "I'm so sorry I hurt your feelings." He drew one finger back up her arm to her neck. "Really. I was kind of worried you were too tired after all that emotion and crying."
She rolled over and gazed up at him. Her eyes were red and huge and he wanted to kick himself for making her feel bad, even though it was completely unintentional. He stroked her cheek, her skin soft under his fingers, and he drug them down her neck and lightly over her collarbone. She shivered slightly from his touch. "Forgive me? I swear I'll try to be less dense."
She smiled then, and it was like the room lit up for him. "Would you like to hear another truth from me? Something that I should never tell you?"
"Definitely."
" I am so...... spellbound by you that one little gesture could have me eating out of your hand for weeks. You have the power to melt my insides with a glance, and brighten my entire world with a smile. These are things that no man should admit to his woman. We should never admit the magic you do to us. You'll use it against me at some point."
Instead of laughing at him, her eyes softened. Then went dark. He felt his dick finally pay attention as she stared at him with sex eyes. He wasn't completely sure what he'd done to cause this reaction in her, but he sure as hell wasn't about to let the chance go by again. She reached a hand up to him and he took it.
"I've been thinking about how you fuck me all night."
He took in a deep breath at her words and slowly let it out, completely turned on now. Pulling her hand free from his, she reached up to stroke his face as he slid down in the sheets to lie beside her again. He reached for her but she shook her head quickly so he forced himself to lie still and let her have her way. One finger trailed slowly along his jawline and she stopped at his chin to run it along his lower lip. She was gentle, almost tentative, and the finger continued up along his top lip and inched along his cheek toward his eye. He closed them and soon her feather touch was running along his eyelashes.
"They're so long," she sighed.
He felt her shift beside him, maybe sitting up, yes, and then her warm breath was on his cheek as she kissed the corner of his eye, his forehead, his other cheek, then she was nuzzling along his jawline and now down his throat, placing soft little kisses, then going back to connect the spots she'd kissed with her tongue. It was sweet and felt amazing and his need for her grew with every light touch of her mouth. His cock was shoving quite painfully against the waistband of his shorts, wanting some action too, and like magic her hand was on it, stroking over the fabric covering him. A sharp intake of breath and he groaned at the contact. "You have the perfect touch. It's... just... perfect."
She didn't speak, but freed his throbbing head from the confines of the waistband, and he lifted his hips so she could pull his boxers down. He felt her breath again, this time on his cock and he shivered in anticipation. But she only placed a small kiss his shaft and then he heard her whisper again.
"You have to wait."
Her lips were barely brushing the little slit and it was pure torture, and then her breath moved an inch down from the head of his cock.
"But don't worry. I'm going to take good care of you. Soon."
He felt another soft kiss on his shaft that made his gasp and then her hair was trailing over it, tickling in the best way. He wasn't sure whether to be amused at her actually talking to his dick or annoyed at the tease. Before he could decide her fingers were on his chest, playing over his pecs and between them, threading through the fine hair there. Her mouth was on his nipple and his cock liked this a lot for some reason. While her tongue played with him, her fingers were running over his shoulders and biceps now, up and down, still slowly and her breathing was becoming... erratic. The warmth of her lips disappeared and opening his eyes, he found her sliding closer to him, on her knees, sitting back on her feet, legs parted, her hip against his side, her other hand between her thighs. "Oh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck that's...." He swallowed with difficulty.
Taking her all in, he was suddenly so hard it was painful. She still had on her little panties, her long hair falling down over one tit, but not the other and she was – devouring him – there was no other word - with her sex eyes as she stroked between her own legs. From his face to his chest and down to his cock, down his legs, her gaze swept over him and back again.
"You're so fucking beautiful..."
It was a whisper, faint but he heard her, and suddenly he didn't feel like the geek he knew he was anymore. Her eyes said different and he would believe her, but only her, because she was the only one that mattered. He hadn't laid a finger on her, yet she was beside herself with desire. He reached for her, but she shook her head again. "Please. Let me touch you."
"Not yet."
Groaning in frustration, he plead with his eyes but she shook her head, reaching out to stroke softly, lovingly, over his stomach. Her fingers followed slowly along the trail of hair leading to his crotch, sliding under his painfully erect cock all the way down to stroke around the base of it. He could barely lie still at this point, her hand so close but not touching, fingers moving along his hipbone and back down to the sensitive skin between his dick and his thigh. "Kris please."
"Shhhh."
He knew very well how much he enjoyed hearing her beg, and if it would move this along, he would be more than happy to beg like a little bitch if that was what she wanted. "Seriously. Please. For the love of God suck or fuck something. I'm dying. I'm begging you."
A small smile flitted across her face, then she went back to focusing on stroking down the inside of his thighs. "I'm having such a good time."
"Torturing me? This is payback, am I correct? For earlier? Oh Jesus, that feels good."
"Does it? Good. No, baby, this isn't payback. I've never had the chance to... just... appreciate you. You're so handsome, almost pretty, but there's such... manliness about you. Especially when your hair is wild like this and you've got some scruff on your face, and your eyes. God, your eyes are amazing. Those lashes..."
He was very uncomfortable with this talk. "I'm not - "
"Shhhhh. This is how I see you. How I know you."
She bent to lick up the inside of his thigh and he was sure he would start crying soon. All he could think about was fucking her, sliding his cock into that sweet little slit and - .
"You have very nice legs. Those long thighs..." She shivered.
Suddenly her tongue was on his balls, and she was sucking one gently into her hot mouth, then the other, licking them and he was sure he would die. "Fuuuuuck...."
She released them, too soon, and licked up the crease between his leg and his cock, stopping to suck hard on his hipbone, leaving a mark.
"And you know the best part of you?" She smiled down at him. "No. Not your dick."
He managed to raise an eyebrow at her as she tapped his forehead. "And here." She moved her hand over his heart. "This is what got me. But now I'm taking a little time to – appreciate your exterior."
She ran her palm up his length and he gasped.
"I'm so wet for you."
It was a whisper. His cock jumped in anticipation. "Show me."
Raising up on her knees she slid her panties down her thighs. The fabric that had been nestled up against his favorite place was soaked and he couldn't help but moan at the sight. He started to reach for her and she backed away. He looked up in confusion.
"Not yet."
She sat back and slid off the wet material, then crawled up next to his head, bending down to kiss him. Sweet, soft, then harder, demanding, pushing her tongue against his, biting his lower lip and then she was gone. He opened his eyes and looked up and she was hovering over him, one knee on each side of his head and his entire viewing area was filled with yes, yes, sleek thighs and her beautiful sex. "Yesssssss...."
She lowered herself, too slowly, until her soft lips were just in reach of his tongue, and oh, he let her have it. Soft little licks around the outside until she was begging, and he wanted to taste her badly so he didn't prolong it, licking gently along her slit, circling her clit, pushing into the inside lips along both sides of the vulva, working that as she gasped and moaned, finally shoving his tongue up inside her as he stroked his dick.
"You're – fuuuck – cheating," she moaned.
Damned right he was. He didn't answer, just grabbed up around her thighs and pulled her down on his face, shoving his tongue in as far it would go and
fucking her with it, listening as she lost it. He pulled it out and sucked on her clit, savoring her taste, the way she was so wet and he had to fuck her. Now. Immediately.
He reached up and grabbed her around her the waist, trying to be gentle as he moved her off to the side, knowing he wasn't succeeding. "Sorry. Sorry." She fell to his left, not looking mad at all and he was on top of her in a second, kissing her, finally feeling his cock pressed against her soft flesh, her hipbone grinding into the side of it, tongue furiously tangling with hers. The feeling of her bare tits pushing against his chest was divine, her skin warm and body soft under his. The electric feeling of her bare skin against his never ended, he always felt it, every time they fucked. His hands brushed through her hair and he used a knee to move her leg out, then the other side and settled between them, so close to his goal now he was almost shaking. He removed his tongue from her mouth momentarily, whispering to her urgently, warning her. "You make me fucking insane. I won't be able to..."
Even as he spoke he raised up on his forearms, lifting his ass to grab his cock trying to find the slit and her hand was on him guiding, and ooooohhh she was so wet and his head slid in and he shoved the rest of his cock in, making her cry out and he grunted, her extreme slick scorching friction feeling so good he couldn't shut up. "Godyou'rekillingme I want to fuck you So. Hard -"
Her mouth was on his and her fingers were digging into his ass keeping him locked in deep, but he kept straining to go further anyway, wanting to disappear inside her, knowing if he moved in her he'd lose the shred of control he was clinging to like a lifeline. She swiftly lifted her knees and tightened on him, pulling an almost yell out of him as he sank deeper into her vice grip, gasping. Without any thought his cock was pulling out and plunging back into her and he shifted his weight to run one hand through the crook in her knee, then the other, bringing them down close to her sides, grazing her own hair as he effectively pretzeled her.
Her head was rolling back and forth, sexy mewling noises he'd never heard coming from her in a continuous rhythm as he drove his cock home - strong, steady strokes into her over and over again, trying to go deeper with every thrust and it was so fucking hot inside her little body it was if his shaft was on fire with pleasure. His thrusts were becoming erratic but he could. Not. Stop. Her hands flailed then grabbed tightly onto his biceps, pushing, but he didn't notice until she dug her fingernails into the skin of his chest and pushed hard against him. "Shit! Am I hurting you?!" Groaning with effort, he forced his hips to stop as she pushed harder against him.
"Fuck no," she gasped out. "That was - incredible! Get off!"
He rolled off to the side, onto his back, completely confused."What? I was – we were - so close -"
She grinned wickedly. "I know – Sucks doesn't it? How often - do you do that to me?"
"You're evil." Gaining his breath again, he rolled to his side leaning on one elbow. "What now?" He didn't care what she wanted to do, he just wanted back inside of her. Immediately.
"I've been thinking about a way...that I could see - you." She blushed a bit, but held her eyes steady with his.
"Ummm, clarify that, please?" His dick was throbbing, and didn't understand this game. He closed his eyes and tried hard not to launch himself at her, gritting his teeth until the urge waned to bearable. "You want to record us fucking?"
"Eww, God, no!!"
He turned to look at her, grinning as her face changed from disgusted to thoughtful.
"That does sound kind of..... really fucking hot, but no. Imagine if that ever got out, holy shit, all the Robsten sites would be on some kind of ecstatic victory warpath, wouldn't they?" She laughed. "Bless their hearts for believing in us." She narrowed her eyes. "Except for the crazy bitches."
"Kristen?" He was literally feeling weak from not being able to fuck her. Maybe all his blood had pooled in his dick, he wasn't sure, but the inaction was killing him. "Please?"
"Awww, my poor baby." She leaned over and gave his cock a long lick up the shaft, stopping to scrape her teeth gently around the ultra-sensitive head.
"Jesus. More."
She obliged, wrapping her lips around him and going down perfectly, bringing a long groan out of him. "Fuuuuuuuuck, you're so good at that... How are you so good at that...."
She kept sucking his dick until he couldn't hold still anymore, pushing up into her lips, trying to trap her head on him with his hands, but she moved too quickly and he came up with his hands empty, dick free of her mouth. She smirked tauntingly at him. "You're trying my patience.."
Not answering, she moved to the side of the high bed, sitting on the very edge and leaning back onto her hands, then pulled her knees up. "Come here baby."
He rolled off the bed and positioned himself in front of her as she spread her legs for him, her eyes on his rigid cock, biting her lip. He wanted to bite that lip, too. "Like this?" He spread his feet apart to match her height as she grabbed him and guided his tip to her wetness again.
"Yes. Slow."
He pushed in, both of them watching as he sank slowly into her until she could take no more. "You've been thinking about this?" he whispered, watching as she nodded slowly, listening as she drew in a shaky breath, her eyes never leaving the spot where they were joined together. He pulled out, making no quick moves and smoothly slid back into her, setting a slow rhythm she seemed to like as she continuously moaned. He had to admit, the added visual was doing quite a lot for him too, but then again maybe it was just the fact that she she was getting off on watching him fuck her. Her gaze traveled up his body, to his face, then down again, to his cock disappearing into her.
"Faster please."
It was a whisper. He complied and she looked up at him with a smile that quickly melted into open-mouthed moans of pleasure. He grabbed each of her knees and pushed them further apart, both groaning as his thrusts pierced deeper now. Her head fell back, eyes closed as he fucked her and watched the emotions playing on her face. She was perfect. There was no other word that described her during sex. She lost herself in it, with him, and it was so fucking hot he never wanted to stop. Every time she showed him a different side of herself, bold, sweet, sexy, imaginative, tender, and raunchy was coming along nicely as well. He could feel it building now, his hips moving erratically again and she knew, opening her eyes to look up at him. Lowering herself onto her back, she reached up and he threaded his fingers through hers and let her pull him down on top of her, their joined hands on either side of her head as he balanced on his elbows. His hipbones were grinding into her inside thighs now as he thrust harder into her, positioned perfectly on the very edge of the bed, and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. Quickening the pace, he buried his face in her hair as she sucked hard on his collarbone, and he felt her tensing, inhaling sharply as she came under him, calling his name and groaning in ecstasy. He stopped, deep inside her to prolong it as long as he could for her, then had to pull out because there was no waiting now, he was coming, hard, with four more deep thrusts into her, nerve endings overloaded, spreading through his body as he shook from the intensity. He fell on her, releasing her hands and she was immediately stroking his hair, his back and shoulders, murmuring in his ear how good it was.
"I love you. God, so much, you don't understand..."
He kissed her softly, tenderly, trying to show her he did understand. Moving off of her, he pulled down the covers and smiled as she crawled sleepily into them, then covered her up, settling in next to her and holding her hand as her head rested against his arm. Sleep came quickly.