This Is The Time-Chapter 8
Title: This Is The Time-Chapter 8
User: bluangleyes75
Pairing: Rob and Kristen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kristen welcomes Rob home and shows him how much she missed him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own then, I don’t even know them, but a girl can dream. All mistakes are mine.
Previous Chapters:
(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)
Pacing and biting her nails on her left hand, she clenched her phone in her right hand, just in case he called or text. She was consumed with anxious energy. The thought of him coming home was making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else. When he’d called to let her know that he was out of the airport, safely in his car and headed home, she’d found it impossible to sit still.
He’d made sure that the three days he was gone were far from boring for her. He’d sent a parade of friends and family to the house in shifts to entertain and feed her and the baby. That, combined with his incessant text messages and frequent phone calls, had left her with very little time to miss him too much. But now, knowing that she’d get to see him and touch him, she realized just how much she truly missed him and needed him.
Hearing a call pull into the driveway, she tore through the house to the door that led to the garage and ripped it open. With shaky fingers, she felt against the wall for the garage door button. Finally finding and pushing it, she set the garage door rolling open on its tracks so he could get into the house. Fidgeting from foot to foot, she peeked out from the interior door, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. Hearing his voice as he spoke to his driver set her heart fluttering and she had to fight back the urge to run out to the driveway to meet him.
“Thanks, you too.” She heard him say, his voice coming closer as he approached the house. When he stepped inside, she hit the button to lower the door, bolted towards him, and launched herself at him. Laughing, he dropped his bag just in time to catch her and hoist her up against his body. Giggling, she used her heels as leverage to shimmy up his body until she could cinch her legs around him. Wrapping one arm around her back and one under her thighs, he dropped his head and buried his face in her cleavage, sighing. Snaking her arms around his neck, she pushed her fingers through his hair and cradled him tightly against herself, leaning to rest her cheek on top of his head.
“I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU,” she cried with happiness.
Mumbling into her breasts, he started to shake with laughter when he realized his words were getting lost against her body. Loosening her grip, she pulled away slightly and looped her arms around his neck more lightly. She pulled back and looked down at him as he looked up at her, his eyes shining and a huge smile plastered across his face.
“I love you too! Miss me?” He asked.
Squealing, she squirmed in his arms and bent her neck forward so she could kiss him. “Mmm, Hmm,” she mumbled against his mouth. “Miss me?”
“Nah, why on earth would I do that?” He spoke around their kiss, mockingly.
Digging her heels into his thighs harder, she laughed, drew his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently. She felt his thumb stroking the denim covering her thigh and moaned softly, pulling away from the kiss to nuzzle her face into the spot below his ear where it met his neck. Sighing with contentment, because she was back in his arms, she savored the feeling for a minute before easing up on her grip and wiggling around to let him know he could set her down.
Lessening his hold, he let her slide down his body, making sure she was steady on her feet before leaning to give her a quick kiss against her smiling lips and bending to retrieve his bag from the floor, giving her belly a quick peck as he stood back up. He waved his hand in front of him to signal the he’d follow her and gave her a wink. Turning, she sauntered back into the house and moved aside to let him pass, then shut the door. Making his way to the laundry room, he set his duffel bag on the counter before returning to the kitchen where Kristen stood leaning against the counter with her hands resting on her belly.
“You have fun while I was gone?” He asked with a smirk as he moved to her and gripped her hips as he bent to kiss her stomach.
“Yeah, I didn’t have time to be bored or upset,” she smiled and moved her hands to play with his hair.
“That was the plan, Love,” he chuckled and straightened.
“You’re sneaky, Mr. Pattinson,” she observed and winked as she brought her hands down his body and hooked her fingers in his belt loops to pull him closer.
“I keep expecting the doorbell to ring,” she admitted. “You had everybody and their brother showing up,” she laughed.
“Sorry, not today, Love. Today, you’re all mine!” He waggled his eyebrows at her and stepped closer until his body was pressed up against hers as close as it could go with the baby bump between them.
“What do you have planned?” She asked with desire in her voice.
“No plans, just you, however you’ll have me,” he nearly whispered against the top of her head.
“Oh? I can think of lots of ways I’d like to have you.” Her suddenly husky voice rumbled against his chest.
“Yeah,” he sounded almost giddy as he pulled back so she could lift her head and look him in the eye.
“Yep, let me count the ways.” She brought her hand up between them and starting extending her fingers one by one, tipping her face to the ceiling and furrowing her brow to indicate to him that she was thinking hard.
Chuckling, he watched her intently as she pulled her other hand up and started extending those fingers one by one as well, muttering to herself. When all ten of her fingers were straightened to show him that she had at least ten ways she could think of to spend time with him, she brought her gaze down to look at him again.
“Can you step back please? I’ve run out of fingers and you’re blocking my toes,” she spoke softly and batted her eyelashes at him.
A deep belly-laugh escaped him as he grabbed her hands and pressed himself against her again, diving in to kiss her deeply.
“You gonna tell me?” He asked, bringing his hands to cup her face so he could, drink her in.
Shaking her head, she giggled and tried to speak, but found it impossible with his lips moving against hers and their tongues tangling together. Snaking her hand between them, she pushed against him firmly until he gave her just enough space for her fingers to find the button of his jeans. Fumbling slightly, she popped the button free and quickly slid his zipper down before he could stop her. Retreating one step away from her, he captured her wrists in his hands and broke their heated kiss.
“What are you doing?” He asked breathlessly.
“You asked me to tell you, but I couldn’t, so I was gonna show you.” She blushed and stroked the sensitive skin on the insides of his wrists as best she could with him restraining her.
“Well, in that case…” He released hands, twined their fingers together and started for the stairs, gently pulling her behind him.
Following, she reached with her free hand and gripped the back pocket of his jeans, tugging slightly as they advanced up the staircase.
“Kristen,” he growled and quickly grabbed the waist of his pants to hold them up.
Giggling she wrenched her other hand from his grasp and hooked his other pocket, repeating the same tug and setting him scrambling once again to keep his pants on.
“Kris,” he scolded as he stumbled up the stairs as quickly as he could with her hot on his tail, laughing hysterically.
At the top of the stairs, he stopped abruptly and she plowed into his back. Turning to face her, he imprisoned her wrists yet again and angled his body away from her so he could toe off his shoes without her interfering. Squirming in his hold, she tried as hard as she could to free herself and get to him, without success.
“Rob,” she whined and stopped fighting to give him her best pouty face, blinking her eyes innocently for added sympathy.
“What Love?” He cooed and moved both of her wrists to one hand. With his newly freed fingers, he reached forward and brushed them across the cleavage spilling over the top of her black lacy bra that was clearly visible over the low neckline of her V-neck t-shirt. Jerking her hands in response, he shook his head and gave her a quiet ‘tsk, tsk’, but refused to let her loose. Wiggling slightly, he moved so his pants would slide from where they were precariously perched on his hips. Stepping on the material as it pooled around his feet, he finagled his way out of them completely and kicked them away before using his free hand to peel of his socks and toss them away.
The sight of him, shedding his clothes, left Kristen standing stone still and drinking in the sight of him. Shuddering with excitement, she drew in a shaky breath and bit on the inside of her bottom lip. Free of his shoes, socks, and jeans, he stood at his full height in front of her, smiled, and reached to find the button on her jeans. When his fingers found the spot where the button should be, he realized there wasn’t one and traced his fingers upward until he found the elastic waistband. Smiling widely with the realization that she was actually wearing her new clothes, he leaned to kiss her forehead and released her wrists so he could use both of his hands to peel them over her belly and hips. Following them down her body, he crouched in front of her and worked the material over her thighs, past her knees, and over each ankle before tossing them away and standing again. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she pulled it down over her stomach in an effort to cover herself.
Watching her play with her lip between her teeth and tug on her shirt, he grinned and shook his head minimally as he pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it in haste. Reaching to grab her hand, he led her down the hall and into their bedroom.
Just inside the door, he snatched the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her belly. Pausing momentarily, he waited for her to raise her arms so he could complete his task and remove it completely. Standing before him in only her bra and panties, he could clearly see the blush that had spread across her neck and breasts. Taking deep breaths, her chest was rising and falling in a strong steady rhythm, alerting him to the fact that she was struggling to maintain her excitement. Placing a finger on her belly button, he started to step around her and traced his finger across her feverish skin as he moved to stand behind her. Dragging it from the small of her back to where her bra was fastened, he ceased all movement and bent to place open-mouthed kisses against her shoulder. Losing the ability to breathe, she moaned softly and lulled her head forward. Moving his other hand to the clasp of her bra, he undid it quickly, dragging his hands across her shoulder blades so he could slide his fingers under the straps and ease them down her arms. Kristen dropped her arms to allow the lacey material to fall at her feet and leaned back against his chest as he moved to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his all too capable fingers. Bringing her hands to cover his, she raked her nails softly across his skin before applying gentle pressure to make him stop his teasing, and then pulled his hands from her body so she could turn and face him.
“I thought I was supposed to show you,” her raspy voice sounded barely audible above their heavy breathing.
Giving her a sly smile, he leaned to whisper in her ear, “By all means Love…I’m all yours…”
“Mmm, right answer,” she smoothed her hands across his chest to his shoulders and leaned to drop a trail of kisses from his throat down to his abs. Lifting her head, she looked at him with a heated gaze and walked her fingers down his body to the waistband of his boxers. Drawing in a shaky breath, he watched her raptly. Working one finger between the material and his skin, she trailed it out towards his hip and back around until she felt his excitement jump against her stomach, his tip making contact with her finger. Inserting a single finger from her other hand, she pulled his boxers down and away from his body, freeing him just enough for her to run her fingers back to his hips and drag the piece of clothing off of him completely.
Fisting him in her hand, she lifted up onto her toes and swiped her tongue across his lips as she worked him between her fingers with a slow and steady rhythm. Needing to touch her, his hands once again found her breasts and massaged gently until he needed more and ran his hands down and around her body, dipping them into her panties from behind and cupping her ass tightly. Pushing the cotton and lace from her body, he ran his hand down the back of her leg and lifted it, pulling her against him, but her belly put just enough distance between them that he couldn’t find the connection he wanted. Groaning, he dropped her leg and started to walk her backwards towards their bed.
“No,” she whimpered and planted her feet in place.
He looked at her in question and waited for an explanation.
“Over here,” she moved her hands to his hips and walked backwards, leading him to the loveseat in their room. Turning him so he was in a position to sit, she drug her hands to his chest and pushed him gently, signaling to him where she wanted him.
Falling onto the couch, he scooted himself forward on the cushions, slumped to rest his head against the back and ran his hands through his hair. Stepping in front of him, she rested her hands on his shoulders for balance, straddled his legs, and sunk down to sit on his lap. Dropping his hands from his hair, he placed them on her thighs and massaged, prompting her to open wider for him as his fingers explored a path to her hips, lingering briefly where she desperately needed him to touch her the most. Her breath hitched and her heart thundered in her chest, as she bucked forward trying to bring his fingers to her core. Proceeding around her body, he cupped her ass and gripped firmly, pulling her closer to him until her center was pressed against his hardness. His eyes slid shut and he moaned as he stilled completely, taking a minute to relish the feeling of their connection that he’d missed while away. When she stirred, he dug his fingers into her flesh deeper and begged her to be still without asking out loud. Nodding, she waited, trying to control her erratic breathing and the fire flaming within.
As his grip loosened, she started to move again at a painstakingly slow pace, giving him the opportunity to stop her if he needed to, but he didn’t resist. Drawing her heels up against her body, she adjusted so she could place her bent knees on the couch on either side of his legs and rise up. When her belly pressed against his abdomen, he wrapped his arms around her lower back and slid forward more to allow the space they needed to accommodate her bump. Widening her eyes, she gripped his shoulders tighter and tried not to panic, the shift leaving her feeling off balance.
“I’ve got you, Love,” he muttered.
“Kay,” she breathed and buried her face against his shoulder as he adjusted.
When he was comfortable and her belly had enough room, she rose up on her knees and reached between them so she could wrap her fingers around him once more. Hissing, he drew his lip between his teeth and looked at her through heavily hooded eyes. Giving him a wicked smile, she shifted to make sure he was lined up with her entrance and sunk onto him. Taking him inside of her languidly, she was torturing him in the sweetest way she knew how, fighting the urge to take him in all at once. Extracting her hand from between them where they were now joined, she skimmed it up his body and swiveled her hips, longing to feel their connection more deeply. Gripping her body tightly, he pushed into her and froze. Hanging her head, she nudged her knees apart, to take him in deeper yet. When he was completely sheathed inside of her, a moan escaped his throat.
“Fuck, Kris…” He tried to formulate words, but failed.
Collapsing, she pressed her forehead against his shoulder and arched her back enough to lift her belly away from him as she started to rock her hips. Leaving himself to her mercy, he let her find the rhythm she needed as his hand rested lightly on her hip and the other gripped her thigh, urging her to continue her gyrations. Lifting her head, she gripped his shoulders for better control and increased her movements, the coil in her belly building so quickly that she nearly lost her ability to move all together. Taking over, Rob used his grip on her as leverage and started to move for her, lifting her up then dropping her down to meet the motions of his body beneath hers. Grinding herself against him, she strained to bring him in as deep as possible, inching her knees apart even wider. Feeling him hit the place deep inside her, only he could reach, she cried out before sucking in a deep breath.
“Baby…more…please,” she begged and tried to move with him, but couldn’t make her body function in conjunction with her foggy brain.
Thrusting with force, he curled one arm around and up her back, hooking it over her shoulder and used it to draw her down onto him harder. Guiding her movements with his hand clamped over her hip, he felt her start to tense and increased his movements. Rolling her head back, she tried to hold on and savor the fire consuming her. Biting her lip, she clawed at him and cried out as the coil inside her snapped and she slammed her thighs against the outside of his legs in an attempt to hold onto the feeling as long as possible. Grinding down on him, she rode the waves of pleasure crashing through her, letting out muffled cries before giving into the overwhelming sensations surging through every limb of her body and calling out his name. Shuddering, she dug her fingers into his biceps and raked them down his arms. Hearing her call out his name and feeling her pulsing around him, he couldn’t deny himself any longer. Driving himself up and into her as hard as he could, two more times, he groaned and pulled her against him forcefully. Clenching and digging his fingers into her flesh, he growled her name with his release.
Holding each other tightly, their ragged breaths fanned across one another’s overheated and slick skin. As their all-consuming feelings of euphoria faded away, their breathing calmed, and Kristen slumped against Rob, releasing the biting grip of her fingers on his arms. Quaking against his chest, she nuzzled into him and he skimmed his hands across her skin as he enveloped her in his arms, in an effort to curtail her tremors.
Shimmying, she attempted to bring her knees closer together against the outside of his thighs, but her muscles protested and she cried out quietly, abandoning movement all together in favor of resting against him listlessly.
“Love?” He whispered, tilting his head to bring his lips against her ear.
“My legs,” she whined.
“Here,” he offered, moving his hands under her thighs and lifting her as he wiggled to sit up more and further back on the couch. Rising, she felt him slide out of her and whimpered at the loss, but instantly felt relief when the pressure on her overtaxed legs lessened. Scooting under her and moving to fit his back against the corner of the couch, he repositioned them, helped her to climb over him and settled her sideways across his lap. Stretching her legs out in front of her, she angled her body slightly towards him and burrowed against his chest. Shivering, she tucked her hands under her chin and sought the warmth of his body to calm her.
“You okay?” He asked, reaching to drag the fleece throw from the back of the couch and shake it open so he could wrap it around her. Extracting one of her hands, she drew her feet towards them and reached to tuck the blanket around her toes. Slinking back against his chest, she nestled between him and the blanket and sighed as her heavy lids drifted shut.
“I’m perfect,” she purred. “You?”
“Better. I missed you,” he whispered and caressed her back under the cover of the blanket.
“I missed you too, Baby,” she murmured and spread her hand open against his chest, opening and closing her fingers, stroking her fingertips across his skin. “Hold me please,” She pleaded.
“I am,” he chuckled, anchoring his hand against her thigh and pulling her closer. He swept his thumb in soothing circles over her leg, illustrating his love through his touch.
“Forever,” she begged.
“Awe, needy Kristen,” he teased and rocked her slightly.
“I always need you,” she admitted, dropping her lips against his collarbone to place an open-mouthed kiss and flick the tip of her tongue across his salty skin.
Lying against him, she concentrated on his heartbeat under her ear and his steady, even breathing. Fighting to keep her eyes open and herself in the moment, she felt his hand travel up her thigh and onto her belly where he continued the same sweeping circular pattern with his fingers that he’d been making against her leg. She felt his hand open wider and the pressure on her baby bump increase. The gentle pressure and repetitive pattern of his touch mollified her until she couldn’t stay awake any longer. Swaddled in his arms, enchanted with his touch, and hypnotized by his scent, she drifted into unconsciousness.
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Twisting against the confining sheets, she struggled the free one of her feet. Pitching forward, she clutched her hand around her abdomen and fought to sit up. Gasping for air, she ripped the covers off and threw her feet over the edge of the bed, fighting to get free.
“Kristen? What’s wrong?” Rob sounded frantic behind her as he sat straight up in bed and reached out to cup his hand over her shoulder.
“I…I…I don’t know,” she breathed heavily as she rubbed her stomach and glanced around the room, quickly taking in her surroundings.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he massaged her shoulder and moved behind her to kiss between her shoulder blades.
“O…oka…okay,” she stuttered and slumped forward as her adrenaline rush subsided. “I have to pee.”
He let go of her and watched her as she slid from their bed and tiptoed across the room to the bathroom. When she was safely inside and the door was closed, he got up and straightened their covers before adjusting their pillows and climbing back onto his side of the bed. Propping himself up on the headboard, he scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbed his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair several times while he waited for her to re-emerge. Yawning widely caused his eyes to water so he closed them tightly and threw his head back against the pillows.
Hearing the bathroom door opening, he rolled his head to the side and watched her walk to their bed, still cradling her belly in her arms. Turning back the covers, she crawled back in and pushed herself to his side of the bed, so she could cuddle up against him. Scooting down into the bed, she rolled to face his body, dropped her head on his stomach and kicked her outside leg over his, making her way as far onto her belly as she physically could. Tossing her arm over his hips, she tucked her hand under his side and burrowed into him.
“You okay?” He asked and brought his hand to stroke her hair, moving stray strands away from her face.
Nodding, she yawned and pushed against him more. “I think I had a bad dream,” she confessed and turned her head to kiss his body.
“About what?” He pushed her to talk to him.
“I had a dream that someone stole the baby. There were all these flashes because the paparazzi wouldn’t leave us alone and I couldn’t see. The baby was in the stroller and when the flashes stopped, she was gone,” she explained flatly.
“Love, we’ll never let anything happen to the baby. She’ll have her own HBG if she needs one,” he assured her, raking his fingers through her hair.
“Yeah, I know. I’m fine. I just…” she didn’t finish her sentence before she asked him a question. “How’d we get to bed? I thought we were on the loveseat.” She lifted her head and perched her chin on his stomach so she could look up at him.
“I brought you over here. You crashed,” he smiled at her and traced his finger across her forehead and down the slope of her nose.
“You wore me out,” she smiled lazily and turned to lay her cheek against his stomach again.
Seeking her hand tucked under his side, he found it and extracted it, bringing it to rest on his chest. When she didn’t fight him or even move it, he started to play with her fingers. Lifting each one individually, he encircled the tip and then dropped it back against his body, before moving on to the next.
“Babe,” she croaked into the silence of the room.
“Yeah, Love,” he answered and continued his striations.
“We need to decide how we’re gonna handle getting the news out about the baby,” she said quietly.
“Are you ready for that?” He asked, dropping her last finger back against his body and moving to stroke the back of her hand.
“No, but Ruth and I talked about it when she was here and she made some valid points,” she sighed.
“Like?” He asked and trailed his fingers to her wrist where he resumed his gentle touches.
Turning her arm over, so he could tickle the inside of her wrist, where she liked his touch the most, she continued quietly. “It’s just that, if I go out now and someone sees me.” She stopped and breathed out through her slightly parted lips, his touch relaxing her.
“Yeah?” He prompted.
“Um, if someone sees me now, it wouldn’t be speculation. I’m showing so much, that it’d be obvious,” she nodded minutely. “I just don’t know what I want to do, but I can’t live in hiding for the rest of my life…I mean I would be okay with it, kinda, but it’s not really practical…ya know?”
“Yeah,” he tried not to inject his thoughts into the conversation, wanting desperately to know what she was thinking. Tracing his fingers further up her arm, he made a zigzag pattern against her skin with feather-light touches.
“I guess we need to sit down and come up with a statement. I don’t want to release anything officially, but if we go out and someone takes pictures, I want to be prepared,” she spoke quietly. “I wish we didn’t have to worry about it. I would rather just ignore all the bullshit, and maybe we can, but I want to make sure we’re ready for anything.”
“Don’t worry about it, okay?” He whispered, “We can call Ruth and work through it all. No one is going to expect you to do a whole magazine spread giving all the details.”
“Expect it? No. Want it? That’s a whole other thing,” she sighed in frustration.
“Well, what they want and what they’ll get are going to be two totally different things,” he assured her.
“Yeah…okay,” she relaxed against him, feeling more at ease after talking to him about it.
Tracing her fingers along the planes of his chest, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut and pushed into him closer. Trailing his fingers down her arm, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. Brushing his lips across her knuckles, he smiled and wiggled slightly to let her know he needed to move. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and leg from where they were resting across his body and rolled away from him slightly, giving him room to maneuver. Quickly, he rearranged the pillows then scooted down in the bed, coming to rest on his side, facing her. Lifting the covers from himself, he offered her the spot right against his body. Lying back down, she turned and butted herself against his chest and snaked an outstretched arm under her pillow. They sciss
ored their legs together and he reached his arm over her so he could cradle her belly. Melting against him, she sighed and brought her hand to cover his against their baby bump.
“Want me to show you another way I’d like to have you?” She asked quietly, playing with his fingers.
“No,” he chuckled, “let me show you.”
“How you gonna do that?” She inquired lazily and yawned.
“Just like this, Love. Go to sleep,” he whispered against the top of her head.
“I love you, Babe,” she said with a smile playing on her lips, barely getting the words out before she drifted back to sleep.
User: bluangleyes75
Pairing: Rob and Kristen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kristen welcomes Rob home and shows him how much she missed him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own then, I don’t even know them, but a girl can dream. All mistakes are mine.
Previous Chapters:
(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)
Pacing and biting her nails on her left hand, she clenched her phone in her right hand, just in case he called or text. She was consumed with anxious energy. The thought of him coming home was making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else. When he’d called to let her know that he was out of the airport, safely in his car and headed home, she’d found it impossible to sit still.
He’d made sure that the three days he was gone were far from boring for her. He’d sent a parade of friends and family to the house in shifts to entertain and feed her and the baby. That, combined with his incessant text messages and frequent phone calls, had left her with very little time to miss him too much. But now, knowing that she’d get to see him and touch him, she realized just how much she truly missed him and needed him.
Hearing a call pull into the driveway, she tore through the house to the door that led to the garage and ripped it open. With shaky fingers, she felt against the wall for the garage door button. Finally finding and pushing it, she set the garage door rolling open on its tracks so he could get into the house. Fidgeting from foot to foot, she peeked out from the interior door, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. Hearing his voice as he spoke to his driver set her heart fluttering and she had to fight back the urge to run out to the driveway to meet him.
“Thanks, you too.” She heard him say, his voice coming closer as he approached the house. When he stepped inside, she hit the button to lower the door, bolted towards him, and launched herself at him. Laughing, he dropped his bag just in time to catch her and hoist her up against his body. Giggling, she used her heels as leverage to shimmy up his body until she could cinch her legs around him. Wrapping one arm around her back and one under her thighs, he dropped his head and buried his face in her cleavage, sighing. Snaking her arms around his neck, she pushed her fingers through his hair and cradled him tightly against herself, leaning to rest her cheek on top of his head.
“I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU,” she cried with happiness.
Mumbling into her breasts, he started to shake with laughter when he realized his words were getting lost against her body. Loosening her grip, she pulled away slightly and looped her arms around his neck more lightly. She pulled back and looked down at him as he looked up at her, his eyes shining and a huge smile plastered across his face.
“I love you too! Miss me?” He asked.
Squealing, she squirmed in his arms and bent her neck forward so she could kiss him. “Mmm, Hmm,” she mumbled against his mouth. “Miss me?”
“Nah, why on earth would I do that?” He spoke around their kiss, mockingly.
Digging her heels into his thighs harder, she laughed, drew his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently. She felt his thumb stroking the denim covering her thigh and moaned softly, pulling away from the kiss to nuzzle her face into the spot below his ear where it met his neck. Sighing with contentment, because she was back in his arms, she savored the feeling for a minute before easing up on her grip and wiggling around to let him know he could set her down.
Lessening his hold, he let her slide down his body, making sure she was steady on her feet before leaning to give her a quick kiss against her smiling lips and bending to retrieve his bag from the floor, giving her belly a quick peck as he stood back up. He waved his hand in front of him to signal the he’d follow her and gave her a wink. Turning, she sauntered back into the house and moved aside to let him pass, then shut the door. Making his way to the laundry room, he set his duffel bag on the counter before returning to the kitchen where Kristen stood leaning against the counter with her hands resting on her belly.
“You have fun while I was gone?” He asked with a smirk as he moved to her and gripped her hips as he bent to kiss her stomach.
“Yeah, I didn’t have time to be bored or upset,” she smiled and moved her hands to play with his hair.
“That was the plan, Love,” he chuckled and straightened.
“You’re sneaky, Mr. Pattinson,” she observed and winked as she brought her hands down his body and hooked her fingers in his belt loops to pull him closer.
“I keep expecting the doorbell to ring,” she admitted. “You had everybody and their brother showing up,” she laughed.
“Sorry, not today, Love. Today, you’re all mine!” He waggled his eyebrows at her and stepped closer until his body was pressed up against hers as close as it could go with the baby bump between them.
“What do you have planned?” She asked with desire in her voice.
“No plans, just you, however you’ll have me,” he nearly whispered against the top of her head.
“Oh? I can think of lots of ways I’d like to have you.” Her suddenly husky voice rumbled against his chest.
“Yeah,” he sounded almost giddy as he pulled back so she could lift her head and look him in the eye.
“Yep, let me count the ways.” She brought her hand up between them and starting extending her fingers one by one, tipping her face to the ceiling and furrowing her brow to indicate to him that she was thinking hard.
Chuckling, he watched her intently as she pulled her other hand up and started extending those fingers one by one as well, muttering to herself. When all ten of her fingers were straightened to show him that she had at least ten ways she could think of to spend time with him, she brought her gaze down to look at him again.
“Can you step back please? I’ve run out of fingers and you’re blocking my toes,” she spoke softly and batted her eyelashes at him.
A deep belly-laugh escaped him as he grabbed her hands and pressed himself against her again, diving in to kiss her deeply.
“You gonna tell me?” He asked, bringing his hands to cup her face so he could, drink her in.
Shaking her head, she giggled and tried to speak, but found it impossible with his lips moving against hers and their tongues tangling together. Snaking her hand between them, she pushed against him firmly until he gave her just enough space for her fingers to find the button of his jeans. Fumbling slightly, she popped the button free and quickly slid his zipper down before he could stop her. Retreating one step away from her, he captured her wrists in his hands and broke their heated kiss.
“What are you doing?” He asked breathlessly.
“You asked me to tell you, but I couldn’t, so I was gonna show you.” She blushed and stroked the sensitive skin on the insides of his wrists as best she could with him restraining her.
“Well, in that case…” He released hands, twined their fingers together and started for the stairs, gently pulling her behind him.
Following, she reached with her free hand and gripped the back pocket of his jeans, tugging slightly as they advanced up the staircase.
“Kristen,” he growled and quickly grabbed the waist of his pants to hold them up.
Giggling she wrenched her other hand from his grasp and hooked his other pocket, repeating the same tug and setting him scrambling once again to keep his pants on.
“Kris,” he scolded as he stumbled up the stairs as quickly as he could with her hot on his tail, laughing hysterically.
At the top of the stairs, he stopped abruptly and she plowed into his back. Turning to face her, he imprisoned her wrists yet again and angled his body away from her so he could toe off his shoes without her interfering. Squirming in his hold, she tried as hard as she could to free herself and get to him, without success.
“Rob,” she whined and stopped fighting to give him her best pouty face, blinking her eyes innocently for added sympathy.
“What Love?” He cooed and moved both of her wrists to one hand. With his newly freed fingers, he reached forward and brushed them across the cleavage spilling over the top of her black lacy bra that was clearly visible over the low neckline of her V-neck t-shirt. Jerking her hands in response, he shook his head and gave her a quiet ‘tsk, tsk’, but refused to let her loose. Wiggling slightly, he moved so his pants would slide from where they were precariously perched on his hips. Stepping on the material as it pooled around his feet, he finagled his way out of them completely and kicked them away before using his free hand to peel of his socks and toss them away.
The sight of him, shedding his clothes, left Kristen standing stone still and drinking in the sight of him. Shuddering with excitement, she drew in a shaky breath and bit on the inside of her bottom lip. Free of his shoes, socks, and jeans, he stood at his full height in front of her, smiled, and reached to find the button on her jeans. When his fingers found the spot where the button should be, he realized there wasn’t one and traced his fingers upward until he found the elastic waistband. Smiling widely with the realization that she was actually wearing her new clothes, he leaned to kiss her forehead and released her wrists so he could use both of his hands to peel them over her belly and hips. Following them down her body, he crouched in front of her and worked the material over her thighs, past her knees, and over each ankle before tossing them away and standing again. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she pulled it down over her stomach in an effort to cover herself.
Watching her play with her lip between her teeth and tug on her shirt, he grinned and shook his head minimally as he pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it in haste. Reaching to grab her hand, he led her down the hall and into their bedroom.
Just inside the door, he snatched the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her belly. Pausing momentarily, he waited for her to raise her arms so he could complete his task and remove it completely. Standing before him in only her bra and panties, he could clearly see the blush that had spread across her neck and breasts. Taking deep breaths, her chest was rising and falling in a strong steady rhythm, alerting him to the fact that she was struggling to maintain her excitement. Placing a finger on her belly button, he started to step around her and traced his finger across her feverish skin as he moved to stand behind her. Dragging it from the small of her back to where her bra was fastened, he ceased all movement and bent to place open-mouthed kisses against her shoulder. Losing the ability to breathe, she moaned softly and lulled her head forward. Moving his other hand to the clasp of her bra, he undid it quickly, dragging his hands across her shoulder blades so he could slide his fingers under the straps and ease them down her arms. Kristen dropped her arms to allow the lacey material to fall at her feet and leaned back against his chest as he moved to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his all too capable fingers. Bringing her hands to cover his, she raked her nails softly across his skin before applying gentle pressure to make him stop his teasing, and then pulled his hands from her body so she could turn and face him.
“I thought I was supposed to show you,” her raspy voice sounded barely audible above their heavy breathing.
Giving her a sly smile, he leaned to whisper in her ear, “By all means Love…I’m all yours…”
“Mmm, right answer,” she smoothed her hands across his chest to his shoulders and leaned to drop a trail of kisses from his throat down to his abs. Lifting her head, she looked at him with a heated gaze and walked her fingers down his body to the waistband of his boxers. Drawing in a shaky breath, he watched her raptly. Working one finger between the material and his skin, she trailed it out towards his hip and back around until she felt his excitement jump against her stomach, his tip making contact with her finger. Inserting a single finger from her other hand, she pulled his boxers down and away from his body, freeing him just enough for her to run her fingers back to his hips and drag the piece of clothing off of him completely.
Fisting him in her hand, she lifted up onto her toes and swiped her tongue across his lips as she worked him between her fingers with a slow and steady rhythm. Needing to touch her, his hands once again found her breasts and massaged gently until he needed more and ran his hands down and around her body, dipping them into her panties from behind and cupping her ass tightly. Pushing the cotton and lace from her body, he ran his hand down the back of her leg and lifted it, pulling her against him, but her belly put just enough distance between them that he couldn’t find the connection he wanted. Groaning, he dropped her leg and started to walk her backwards towards their bed.
“No,” she whimpered and planted her feet in place.
He looked at her in question and waited for an explanation.
“Over here,” she moved her hands to his hips and walked backwards, leading him to the loveseat in their room. Turning him so he was in a position to sit, she drug her hands to his chest and pushed him gently, signaling to him where she wanted him.
Falling onto the couch, he scooted himself forward on the cushions, slumped to rest his head against the back and ran his hands through his hair. Stepping in front of him, she rested her hands on his shoulders for balance, straddled his legs, and sunk down to sit on his lap. Dropping his hands from his hair, he placed them on her thighs and massaged, prompting her to open wider for him as his fingers explored a path to her hips, lingering briefly where she desperately needed him to touch her the most. Her breath hitched and her heart thundered in her chest, as she bucked forward trying to bring his fingers to her core. Proceeding around her body, he cupped her ass and gripped firmly, pulling her closer to him until her center was pressed against his hardness. His eyes slid shut and he moaned as he stilled completely, taking a minute to relish the feeling of their connection that he’d missed while away. When she stirred, he dug his fingers into her flesh deeper and begged her to be still without asking out loud. Nodding, she waited, trying to control her erratic breathing and the fire flaming within.
As his grip loosened, she started to move again at a painstakingly slow pace, giving him the opportunity to stop her if he needed to, but he didn’t resist. Drawing her heels up against her body, she adjusted so she could place her bent knees on the couch on either side of his legs and rise up. When her belly pressed against his abdomen, he wrapped his arms around her lower back and slid forward more to allow the space they needed to accommodate her bump. Widening her eyes, she gripped his shoulders tighter and tried not to panic, the shift leaving her feeling off balance.
“I’ve got you, Love,” he muttered.
“Kay,” she breathed and buried her face against his shoulder as he adjusted.
When he was comfortable and her belly had enough room, she rose up on her knees and reached between them so she could wrap her fingers around him once more. Hissing, he drew his lip between his teeth and looked at her through heavily hooded eyes. Giving him a wicked smile, she shifted to make sure he was lined up with her entrance and sunk onto him. Taking him inside of her languidly, she was torturing him in the sweetest way she knew how, fighting the urge to take him in all at once. Extracting her hand from between them where they were now joined, she skimmed it up his body and swiveled her hips, longing to feel their connection more deeply. Gripping her body tightly, he pushed into her and froze. Hanging her head, she nudged her knees apart, to take him in deeper yet. When he was completely sheathed inside of her, a moan escaped his throat.
“Fuck, Kris…” He tried to formulate words, but failed.
Collapsing, she pressed her forehead against his shoulder and arched her back enough to lift her belly away from him as she started to rock her hips. Leaving himself to her mercy, he let her find the rhythm she needed as his hand rested lightly on her hip and the other gripped her thigh, urging her to continue her gyrations. Lifting her head, she gripped his shoulders for better control and increased her movements, the coil in her belly building so quickly that she nearly lost her ability to move all together. Taking over, Rob used his grip on her as leverage and started to move for her, lifting her up then dropping her down to meet the motions of his body beneath hers. Grinding herself against him, she strained to bring him in as deep as possible, inching her knees apart even wider. Feeling him hit the place deep inside her, only he could reach, she cried out before sucking in a deep breath.
“Baby…more…please,” she begged and tried to move with him, but couldn’t make her body function in conjunction with her foggy brain.
Thrusting with force, he curled one arm around and up her back, hooking it over her shoulder and used it to draw her down onto him harder. Guiding her movements with his hand clamped over her hip, he felt her start to tense and increased his movements. Rolling her head back, she tried to hold on and savor the fire consuming her. Biting her lip, she clawed at him and cried out as the coil inside her snapped and she slammed her thighs against the outside of his legs in an attempt to hold onto the feeling as long as possible. Grinding down on him, she rode the waves of pleasure crashing through her, letting out muffled cries before giving into the overwhelming sensations surging through every limb of her body and calling out his name. Shuddering, she dug her fingers into his biceps and raked them down his arms. Hearing her call out his name and feeling her pulsing around him, he couldn’t deny himself any longer. Driving himself up and into her as hard as he could, two more times, he groaned and pulled her against him forcefully. Clenching and digging his fingers into her flesh, he growled her name with his release.
Holding each other tightly, their ragged breaths fanned across one another’s overheated and slick skin. As their all-consuming feelings of euphoria faded away, their breathing calmed, and Kristen slumped against Rob, releasing the biting grip of her fingers on his arms. Quaking against his chest, she nuzzled into him and he skimmed his hands across her skin as he enveloped her in his arms, in an effort to curtail her tremors.
Shimmying, she attempted to bring her knees closer together against the outside of his thighs, but her muscles protested and she cried out quietly, abandoning movement all together in favor of resting against him listlessly.
“Love?” He whispered, tilting his head to bring his lips against her ear.
“My legs,” she whined.
“Here,” he offered, moving his hands under her thighs and lifting her as he wiggled to sit up more and further back on the couch. Rising, she felt him slide out of her and whimpered at the loss, but instantly felt relief when the pressure on her overtaxed legs lessened. Scooting under her and moving to fit his back against the corner of the couch, he repositioned them, helped her to climb over him and settled her sideways across his lap. Stretching her legs out in front of her, she angled her body slightly towards him and burrowed against his chest. Shivering, she tucked her hands under her chin and sought the warmth of his body to calm her.
“You okay?” He asked, reaching to drag the fleece throw from the back of the couch and shake it open so he could wrap it around her. Extracting one of her hands, she drew her feet towards them and reached to tuck the blanket around her toes. Slinking back against his chest, she nestled between him and the blanket and sighed as her heavy lids drifted shut.
“I’m perfect,” she purred. “You?”
“Better. I missed you,” he whispered and caressed her back under the cover of the blanket.
“I missed you too, Baby,” she murmured and spread her hand open against his chest, opening and closing her fingers, stroking her fingertips across his skin. “Hold me please,” She pleaded.
“I am,” he chuckled, anchoring his hand against her thigh and pulling her closer. He swept his thumb in soothing circles over her leg, illustrating his love through his touch.
“Forever,” she begged.
“Awe, needy Kristen,” he teased and rocked her slightly.
“I always need you,” she admitted, dropping her lips against his collarbone to place an open-mouthed kiss and flick the tip of her tongue across his salty skin.
Lying against him, she concentrated on his heartbeat under her ear and his steady, even breathing. Fighting to keep her eyes open and herself in the moment, she felt his hand travel up her thigh and onto her belly where he continued the same sweeping circular pattern with his fingers that he’d been making against her leg. She felt his hand open wider and the pressure on her baby bump increase. The gentle pressure and repetitive pattern of his touch mollified her until she couldn’t stay awake any longer. Swaddled in his arms, enchanted with his touch, and hypnotized by his scent, she drifted into unconsciousness.
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Twisting against the confining sheets, she struggled the free one of her feet. Pitching forward, she clutched her hand around her abdomen and fought to sit up. Gasping for air, she ripped the covers off and threw her feet over the edge of the bed, fighting to get free.
“Kristen? What’s wrong?” Rob sounded frantic behind her as he sat straight up in bed and reached out to cup his hand over her shoulder.
“I…I…I don’t know,” she breathed heavily as she rubbed her stomach and glanced around the room, quickly taking in her surroundings.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he massaged her shoulder and moved behind her to kiss between her shoulder blades.
“O…oka…okay,” she stuttered and slumped forward as her adrenaline rush subsided. “I have to pee.”
He let go of her and watched her as she slid from their bed and tiptoed across the room to the bathroom. When she was safely inside and the door was closed, he got up and straightened their covers before adjusting their pillows and climbing back onto his side of the bed. Propping himself up on the headboard, he scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbed his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair several times while he waited for her to re-emerge. Yawning widely caused his eyes to water so he closed them tightly and threw his head back against the pillows.
Hearing the bathroom door opening, he rolled his head to the side and watched her walk to their bed, still cradling her belly in her arms. Turning back the covers, she crawled back in and pushed herself to his side of the bed, so she could cuddle up against him. Scooting down into the bed, she rolled to face his body, dropped her head on his stomach and kicked her outside leg over his, making her way as far onto her belly as she physically could. Tossing her arm over his hips, she tucked her hand under his side and burrowed into him.
“You okay?” He asked and brought his hand to stroke her hair, moving stray strands away from her face.
Nodding, she yawned and pushed against him more. “I think I had a bad dream,” she confessed and turned her head to kiss his body.
“About what?” He pushed her to talk to him.
“I had a dream that someone stole the baby. There were all these flashes because the paparazzi wouldn’t leave us alone and I couldn’t see. The baby was in the stroller and when the flashes stopped, she was gone,” she explained flatly.
“Love, we’ll never let anything happen to the baby. She’ll have her own HBG if she needs one,” he assured her, raking his fingers through her hair.
“Yeah, I know. I’m fine. I just…” she didn’t finish her sentence before she asked him a question. “How’d we get to bed? I thought we were on the loveseat.” She lifted her head and perched her chin on his stomach so she could look up at him.
“I brought you over here. You crashed,” he smiled at her and traced his finger across her forehead and down the slope of her nose.
“You wore me out,” she smiled lazily and turned to lay her cheek against his stomach again.
Seeking her hand tucked under his side, he found it and extracted it, bringing it to rest on his chest. When she didn’t fight him or even move it, he started to play with her fingers. Lifting each one individually, he encircled the tip and then dropped it back against his body, before moving on to the next.
“Babe,” she croaked into the silence of the room.
“Yeah, Love,” he answered and continued his striations.
“We need to decide how we’re gonna handle getting the news out about the baby,” she said quietly.
“Are you ready for that?” He asked, dropping her last finger back against his body and moving to stroke the back of her hand.
“No, but Ruth and I talked about it when she was here and she made some valid points,” she sighed.
“Like?” He asked and trailed his fingers to her wrist where he resumed his gentle touches.
Turning her arm over, so he could tickle the inside of her wrist, where she liked his touch the most, she continued quietly. “It’s just that, if I go out now and someone sees me.” She stopped and breathed out through her slightly parted lips, his touch relaxing her.
“Yeah?” He prompted.
“Um, if someone sees me now, it wouldn’t be speculation. I’m showing so much, that it’d be obvious,” she nodded minutely. “I just don’t know what I want to do, but I can’t live in hiding for the rest of my life…I mean I would be okay with it, kinda, but it’s not really practical…ya know?”
“Yeah,” he tried not to inject his thoughts into the conversation, wanting desperately to know what she was thinking. Tracing his fingers further up her arm, he made a zigzag pattern against her skin with feather-light touches.
“I guess we need to sit down and come up with a statement. I don’t want to release anything officially, but if we go out and someone takes pictures, I want to be prepared,” she spoke quietly. “I wish we didn’t have to worry about it. I would rather just ignore all the bullshit, and maybe we can, but I want to make sure we’re ready for anything.”
“Don’t worry about it, okay?” He whispered, “We can call Ruth and work through it all. No one is going to expect you to do a whole magazine spread giving all the details.”
“Expect it? No. Want it? That’s a whole other thing,” she sighed in frustration.
“Well, what they want and what they’ll get are going to be two totally different things,” he assured her.
“Yeah…okay,” she relaxed against him, feeling more at ease after talking to him about it.
Tracing her fingers along the planes of his chest, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut and pushed into him closer. Trailing his fingers down her arm, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. Brushing his lips across her knuckles, he smiled and wiggled slightly to let her know he needed to move. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and leg from where they were resting across his body and rolled away from him slightly, giving him room to maneuver. Quickly, he rearranged the pillows then scooted down in the bed, coming to rest on his side, facing her. Lifting the covers from himself, he offered her the spot right against his body. Lying back down, she turned and butted herself against his chest and snaked an outstretched arm under her pillow. They sciss
ored their legs together and he reached his arm over her so he could cradle her belly. Melting against him, she sighed and brought her hand to cover his against their baby bump.
“Want me to show you another way I’d like to have you?” She asked quietly, playing with his fingers.
“No,” he chuckled, “let me show you.”
“How you gonna do that?” She inquired lazily and yawned.
“Just like this, Love. Go to sleep,” he whispered against the top of her head.
“I love you, Babe,” she said with a smile playing on her lips, barely getting the words out before she drifted back to sleep.