Dinner

I didn't turn around when I heard Robert come into my hotel room. I didn't even feel the need to ask him how he had gotten in, or why he was here. I was sure that Michael had already rubbed the shit in for me.

He came and sat on my bed quietly, wordlessly. He sat next to me, and tipped my head up into his lap, where he ran his hands through my hair silently.

'I saw Michael downstairs.' He whispered after what seemed ages. I nodded; sighing as I thought over what was coming, and rested my head on his left thigh.

'Oh yeah?' I asked him. 'And what did he say exactly? I could imagine that it was all shit, but go ahead and make my day.' I insisted; a little coldly.

Rob sighed too in response to that. 'Well he certainly laid it on thick,' he admitted; before quickly going silent again. 'But I didn't listen to him.' He added smartly. I smiled against his leg, before taking his free hand-not in my hair-and kissing it softly.

'Good, he certainly isn't worth it.' I replied back; kissing each long, perfect finger that belonged to him softly. His hand gently shuddered beneath my lips in response. 'You like that?' I asked him delighted; changing the subject.

I was surprised however when he pulled his hand away from me. 'Stop that,' he warned me; trying to sound harsh. I was confused to his mood change, but I didn't want to look up at him yet.

'Stop what?' I asked him innocently.

'Distracting me.' He replied with another heavy sigh. I almost smiled as he said that, but not quite. I didn't understand why he didn't want to be distracted for.

'Do you not want to be distracted then?' I asked him confused. He usually liked it when I was affectionate. No actually; he always loved it when I was affectionate, and he certainly never stopped me before; especially when it came to distracting him.

'No, not tonight.' He replied quietly, almost under his breath. Instantly; I froze from underneath his hands.

I finally propped myself up properly, and looked to see his face. He was watching me closely; his expression soft, and gentle; almost emotionless. I knew that expression all too well. He was wallowing over something or other.

'Why are you upset?' I asked him; confused. He pulled his hand out from my hair, and looked away from me; keeping his gaze down.

'Tell me the truth Kristen; are you and Michael back together?' He asked me; and as if he had to fucking ask!

I jumped to my knees, and watched him wallowing, in disbelief. 'Of course we're not Rob! How could you even ask that?' I asked him; sounding every bit as pissed as I felt.

Slowly; his gaze came back to mine. 'I have every reason to need to ask, Kristen.' He reminded me in his cool voice.

'How did you work that one out?' I asked him, shocked. Did he actually believe that after the last few days we'd had together; I would just dump Rob for a cheating, fucking scum like Michael.

'I know you still love him, Kristen-'

'Rob, this is you on alcohol. How could you think that I'd actually do that to you?' I asked him; completely shocked.

He watched me expressionless, as he replied to me. 'Out of me and him Kris, who is it likely that you would choose-'

My lips stopped him from making an even bigger, fucking idiot of him. He groaned instantly, and allowed me to push him back onto the bed; climbing on top of him eagerly. I tasted him properly this time; loving the taste of the mixture of alcohol, cigarettes, and mint that belonged to his delicious mouth.

After I was breathless, I pulled my mouth away from him, and watched him with the same lust-filled eyes that matched his own. 'Who the fuck do you think, Rob?' I asked him under my ragged breath; knowing that he could hear me.

He growled at me-yeah, fucking growled at me-and threw me off of him, before climbing on top of me in a second, connecting his urgent, hot lips to my soft ones. I groaned, and kicked my heels off at the same time that my legs climbed around his hips. He pressed deeper to me, so that we were as close as could be at that moment; with our clothes on.

'God…I have to stop.' He moaned; trying to disconnect our lips. He had no chance. I growled back at him.

'Who says you do?' I forced his head up with force, and sucked hard on the pulse point at his throat. He moaned, and panted in response to that; as I began to make my mark on his skin. He might not have been able to bite me, but I wasn't going to hold back for the fucking press.

As far as I was concerned, they could all fuck off. His skin was so soft, so tender underneath my hands, and lips, and teeth; that I wanted to mark him. I wanted to show the world that he was mine, and nobody else's; and that most definitely including that tart Lauren.

I wanted them to know that no-one could have him, because he belonged to me and nobody else. I felt jealous about anyone who went near.

Finally, he broke away from me, after I had let my small, but noticeable mark, and fell next to me on my bed. I laughed as I ran my hand over the small bite mark.

'I can't wait to take you again.' He whispered huskily.

I ran my hands down his chest, and got a small, but sexy, little purr of delight in response to him. I did it again; grinning as I got the same noise from him. God, I hoped no other Girl got that reaction from him.

'Take me then.' I tried; swinging my right, naked leg over to meet one of his. He shook his head; though he still shuddered in delight.

'Although that is the most tempting idea that I've ever heard, love…I want to take this as slow as possible. If we do go further again, I want it to be special.' He vowed; kissing my cheek, and taking me in his strong arms. 'And definitely not in response to your fucker of an Ex.' He added; making me smile.

'Agreed,' I smiled, before reaching his lips with mine again.

***

Rob was already gone in the morning when I woke up, but I wasn't worried; he was no Michael. I could trust him with anything. I got myself up, and got showered and dressed quickly. I put on a pretty, blue dress, with pretty, circle patterns on it, in black.

I put on a pair of blue, matching, flat shoes and left my hotel room to meet Rob downstairs, like how we agreed. However, there was one person I saw first on my way downstairs. And that was Kellan, coming out of his hotel room.

He grinned at me as soon as he saw me. 'Alright, Kristen?' He asked me; catching me up easily. 'So…where's Rob today then?' He asked me nosily. I rolled my eyes at him in response.

'He's downstairs,' I replied in the best casual tone possible. 'Believe it or not; but we don't actually spend every moment together.' I added sarcastically. I tried to keep my tone as light as possible, even though it was too hard. I missed him already.

'Could have fooled me,' he replied-sensing my sadness instantly-with his cheeky grin.

'Ha-ha; funny,' I grumbled back sarcastically.

His booming laughed echoed in my ears, and I thrilled on the sound. It was like listening to your big Brother's laugh.

'Here's lover-boy.' He said to me in that loud, snickering-style voice of his. I watched as he quickly turned left, and followed the hallway through, and as I didn't look where I was going, I bumped into someone in front of me.

'Oops, sorry,' I apologized, before looking up to see who it was exactly that I had bumped into. I grinned up at Rob sheepishly as I fell into his firm chest.

He smiled down at me in response, before his hands came to rest gently on the sides of my face and cheeks.

'Good morning, beautiful.' He whispered; before meeting my face gently and slowly with his. His lips gently brushed on top of mine, but the kiss was enough to remind me that he was mine, and I was his. It felt almost like a warning kiss, before we had to do an interview.

He pulled back quickly then; after a very long moment.

'Good morning, gorgeous.' I replied back in a whisper before giggling. His hands stayed on my blushing cheek. 'You won't believe the news that I've brought.' He grinned at me.

'Good, I hope.'

'I think so.' He admitted.

'Oh?' Now I was curious. I watched him for a long moment after I had spoken, asked. 'Michael's gone.' He admitted; watching me closely too. What did he expect; fucking tears? The only tears that I would be crying were tears of happy ones.

'Thank Christ for that.' I huffed in response. 'Mind you, I shouldn't speak too soon; he'll probably be back in a week.' I added with a snicker.

'So…you're happy?' He asked; sounding every bit as unsure as I had a feeling that he was feeling. I nodded.

'Of course I am; I would never go back to Mike.' I told him honestly. 'I only want you-'

He interrupted me with his lips; stopping me say anything more. This time; the kiss was urgent, thanks to his perfect lips moving just in time with mine.

Once we were both breathless though; he forced himself to pull away from me with a groan. I smiled; glad to see that I wasn't the only one suffering from the space between us.

'I can't wait until tonight.' He told me in that damn, sexy husky voice of his.

'Why tonight?' I asked; gulping the minor lump that had got stuck in my throat.

'Because I'm cooking you dinner,' he paused, and I sensed, and hoped that there was more to come. 'And tonight; I'm giving in…to all of your demands.' As soon as I gasped; his lips came to attack mine again.

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