This Is The Time-Chapter 12
Title: This Is The Time-Chapter 12
User: bluangleyes75
Pairing: Rob and Kristen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just fluffy, cuddly, teasing Rob and Kristen spending time together…
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) (8) (9) (10) (11)
Not feeling like being anywhere but home, in pajamas and with her feet propped up, Kristen sat next to Rob at his wrap party and let her mind wander. She tried to keep her hands off her huge belly, but as she sat surrounded by Rob’s cast members and crew, she found herself absentmindedly running her fingers over the baby as she daydreamed about what was to come for her, Rob and their family.
As people came to their table, she engaged in polite conversation and showed her undying support for her husband, but she kept glancing at her phone to check the time.
“You uncomfortable, Love?” He purred in her ear, catching her off guard and drawing her back to reality.
Turning her head and tipping it slightly, she leaned to brush her lips against his, her hair making a curtain around them and shielding them from prying eyes. “No, Baby, I’m fine,” she assured him, wanting the night to be about him and not her.
“Are you being honest?” He smiled and searched her face for his answer.
“Mmm, hmm,” she hummed and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and melting against him as he wrapped his arms around her.
“We can leave whenever you want,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills across her skin.
“Whenever you want, Babe,” she kissed his neck and sat up, suddenly feeling self-conscious being so intimate in a room full of strangers.
“Let’s start making the rounds and go home,” he winked and stood, offering his hand to aide her.
“Kay,” she scooted to the edge of her chair and hoisted herself up as he tugged to bring her to her feet. Reaching behind her and digging her fists into the small of her back, she arched and stretched her muscles before rubbing her hands over her distended stomach. He moved beside her and brushed his hand around her belly quickly before grabbing her hand and leading her though the party to say their goodbyes. Ambling behind him, she fought the urge to grumble as they slowly made their way through the room, talking to nearly everyone present on their way out. The weight of the baby in front of her body kept her slightly off kilter and she leaned back slightly as she walked, to compensate. The pressure on her hips and pelvis made it hard for her not to waddle, but she didn’t give any sign of discomfort as she stood by her husband’s side.
Once through the crowd, she pushed against Rob as they waited for their security team to assemble and take them to their car. Sighing, she rocked her head against his upper arm and reached to massage her aching hip.
“We’re almost finished; John is making his way from the back. You want my jacket to cover the baby?” He asked and reached to massage her.
Pushing into his strong hand, she nodded against his arm and moaned as she felt him hit the spot that seemed to be causing the most pain. Withdrawing his hand, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped away from her so he could help her get it on. Laughing at how ridiculously big it looked on her, he shook his head and reached to zip it up, but stopped when he realized that although it was long, it still wasn’t loose enough to fit around her middle and loosely cover her.
“Just put your hands in the pockets and draw it around you, but bend forward while you walk,” he suggested, knowing she wanted to conceal the stage of her pregnancy as much as she possibly could.
Shoving her hands in the pockets, she wrapped it around her and leaned forward, trying to see what she looked like and smiled when she was satisfied. Getting into the party hadn’t been an issue, since no one knew about it, but once word got out that it was going on, the paparazzi had flocked to the entrances, hoping to get pictures and statements from her and Rob. She knew that coming out of the house with only four weeks left to go was risky, but she didn’t want him to miss the wrap party and his chance to say goodbye to the people he’d been working with for the past six months.
When she picked her head up, she saw a large group of really big men, being led by John, walking towards them and her nerves kicked into overdrive, realizing that it was time to face the scuzzballs waiting to tear her apart. The couple of times they’d left the house since the first time the press had found out about her pregnancy, she had been flanked by security and she knew the drill without anyone having to say anything. John stepped in front of her and Rob pushed against her from behind, hooking one hand over her shoulder and placing the other over her hip. She dug her hands into the pockets of the jacket deeper and cradled the underside of her belly with her hands, using the jacket, her bodyguard, and her husband to shield her. Dropping her gaze to her laceless keds, she felt two huge men move in on her right side and then two more move in on her left. Knowing that there were yet two more behind Rob and one waiting at the door of the SUV outside, calmed her slightly, but not completely. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and when she heard John yell out “Go” in front of her, she drew in another and started to move behind him. Shuffling, instead of taking actual steps, she felt Rob’s hands on her body tense as they stepped through the doors of the venue and the flashes started to assault her, but she kept her head down and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Tuning out the screaming and the intrusive questions, she recited the ABC’s to herself, only making it to the letter M before she felt John’s hand reach behind him and brush against her belly, signaling to her that he was getting ready to step aside so she could climb into the waiting car. Without flinching, she kept moving and went to step into the vehicle, Rob moving the hand on her shoulder down to her other hip and lifting her slightly so she could get in without struggling.
Smiling broadly, she bounced across the bench seat and leaned forward, waiting for Rob to join her and the door to close before sitting up and pushing herself against him. Getting situated as the car started to lurch forward inch by inch, he glanced down at her to see if she was okay and was pleasantly surprised to see her happy, smiling face and not a flurry of tears.
“You okay?” He asked, smiling back at her.
“Perfect,” she dropped her face to his chest and placed a quick kiss before turning her head to rest above his beating heart.
****
Waking in the morning, she knew it was later than she normally slept because the light in the room was much brighter. Untangling herself from her massive body pillow, she glanced at the clock briefly before reaching for the covers she’d kicked off and drawing them back over her. Rob, sensed her movements and patted the bed behind him to try and find her in the mass of blankets and pillows that had taken over their bed in order to make her more comfortable.
“Morning, Baby,” she reached her fingers out and stroked his wandering hand.
“Morning, Love,” he croaked with his sleepy voice and scooted back as far as he could until he was butted up against the pillow.
Laughing at the distance between them, she rocked back and forth to gain momentum so she could push herself up, extract the pillow from around her body and push it over the edge of the bed to the floor. Scooting closer to him, she pressed her face between his shoulder blades and peppered kisses as she bumped her belly against his back and finagled her feet and legs to tangle with his. Feeling the warmth of his body against hers, she sighed and started to drop back to sleep when the baby started rolling in her belly and giving some pretty impressive kicks.
Opening her eyes widely, she pushed into Rob a little further, hoping the pressure of his back against her stomach would calm the baby, but it only allowed him to feel the kicks more and he started to shake with laughter.
“What are you laughing at?” She chuckled, the feeling of his vibrations tickling her slightly.
“The baby is kicking my ass,” his rough voice sounded from where his face was pressed into his pillow as he pushed himself further back to meet her stomach where the baby was kicking the hardest.
“Oh my god,” she burst out laughing and brought her hand to try and push down on whatever baby limb was poking her in the side and rolling to her back.
“Why’d you move?” He twisted and turned to try and see where she went.
“I can’t laugh this early in the morning, I haven’t peed yet. It could get ugly,” she giggled some more and struggled to roll to her opposite side, to make getting out of bed easier. Maneuvering inch by inch, she finally made it to the edge and was able to crawl from the mattress. He lay in bed, face half covered and watched her. He was amazed at the sheer size of her belly and the fact that she was still moving around. As she waddled to the bathroom he studied her closely, hiding his smile under the covers, not wanting her to think he was laughing at her.
While she was behind the bathroom door, he stretched and enjoyed the calm. Finally being finished filming, he was looking forward to spending the last month of the pregnancy doting on Kristen and preparing for the baby. She’d been overly patient and gentle since their near knock down drag out in the pool, almost too docile for his liking, but he’d take that over crazy-moody Kristen any day. Just as his eyes drifted shut again, the bathroom door flew open and she stepped into the frame with her toothbrush between her lips and her eyes wide and bright.
“Uh, wanna tah bou a baba nam?” She tried to ask him.
Squinting at her, he tried to figure out what she was trying to say, but could only laugh when he couldn’t for the life of him decipher her words. Smiling broadly, she turned back into the bathroom to spit and rinse. He watched her bend over and her short cotton, baby-doll nightgown ride up just enough for him to see the white cotton panties stretched across her ample bottom. Righting herself, she tugged the nightgown down and shuffled back into the bedroom.
“Sorry,” she offered as she made her way back to his side of the bed and lifted the covers, waiting for him to scoot back enough for her to sit on the edge before lying down and fitting herself against his chest. “I said,” she cuddled against him and waited for him to wrap his arm around the baby, “Do you want to talk about baby names?”
Shocked at her sudden willingness, he was glad she was facing away from him so she couldn’t see his face. Attempting to control the disbelief in his voice he answered, “Sure, do you have any ideas?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I looked at the book, but I want to know what you think,” she said, playing with his fingers against her belly.
“I don’t really know to be honest, it’s such a big deal…Ya know?” He admitted out loud.
“That’s why I wanted to wait. It stresses me out to think that whatever we decide will be stuck with this person for the rest of their lives,” she giggled, shocking him even more.
“Uh, yeah. And it’s not just the name, it’s the nicknames too. We have to consider those as well. I love my dad, but I could never name a child after him…” He said quietly.
“Richard isn’t a bad name, a little old school for me, but it’s not bad,” she pondered out loud.
“Yeah, but Dick is a common nickname for Richard and I refuse to do that to my son. It’d be cruel, Love,” he explained, flicking the tips of his fingers against hers, grazing her belly in the process.
“Ewww, yeah…No Richard then,” she nodded and fought to control a chuckle.
“Okay, what about girl names,” he inquired.
“Hmmm, I know what we can’t use for names more than I have ideas about what I like. Can we start there?” she twisted her neck to try and look at him over her shoulder.
“Yeah, we can do that! What can’t we use?” He stilled his hand and opened it wide around her stomach.
“The way I see it, we can’t use Nicole or Nicholas, Jackson, Marlowe, Taylor, Kellen, Thomas, Michael…” she started strong and trailed off as she clicked names off the tip of her tongue and he started to laugh. “What are you laughing at?” She asked.
“Maybe we should go with what you like, the list of no’s is probably going to be too long to go through,” he said.
“Okay, how about we go name for name. I give you one I like and you give me one you like,” she pressed against him and spread her fingers over his.
“Okay, for a girl, I like Lily,” he started.
“Ava,” she returned.
“Mya,” he took his turn.
“Ryan,” she answered.
“For a girl?” He questioned, losing his train of thought.
“Yeah,” she laughed. “I don’t know why, I just do. I also like Charlie.”
“Oh boy,” he laughed harder.
‘What?” She giggled at his response.
“What about boys,” he asked.
“I don’t know. Do you want to name him after you?” she twisted in his arms and struggled to turn so she could face him.
Waiting for her to roll from her left side, onto her back, and finally come to rest on her right side to face him, he thought about her question. When she was done fidgeting and found her niche against his body and her bright green eyes met his, he answered. “No, I don’t want the baby named after me.”
“Really? I thought that was some crazy dream all you guys had…to have a son running around with your name.” She furrowed her brow in thought and waited for him to answer.
“Yeah, maybe it was a possibility in the past, but talk about fucked up nicknames. Can you imagine people referring to him as Baby RPatz or RPatz Junior. Ugh, I couldn’t handle that, Love.” He cringed as he spoke, making her smile.
Brushing her finger down the side of his face, she zig-zagged it through the scruff that had appeared across his jawline overnight and spoke softly, “Okay, I just wanted to be sure. If you wanted to name him after you, I’d be okay with that.”
“I love you!” He cooed. “Would you want to name our daughter after you?” He asked wondering if she was hinting at something.
“Fuck no!” She pulled her head back a little and shook it furiously. “That’s just weird. Naming a son after his father to carry on a family name is normal. Naming a daughter after her mother is strange. I’m not real partial to my name anyway…Unless you wanted to name her Jaymes. That might be kinda cool,” she nodded and scrunched up her nose as she thought about it.
“What is it with you and boys’ names for girls?” He laughed.
“I don’t know…” she ducked her head and shrugged. “What about boys’ names?” She tried to change the subject.
“I don’t know, you’re not gonna tell me you want to name our son Mary or something are you?” He teased her and gripped her hip tighter so she wouldn’t try to wiggle away.
Busting into a fit of laughter, she shook her head and peeked up at him, “No, Babe, that shit doesn’t work.”
“Oh, thank God, I was starting worry,” he teased her some more and brought his hand to brush the hair away from her face. “Alex,” he stated, starting their name game again.
“Oh, uh…Xander,” she got her head back in the game and answered.
“Oliver,” he returned.
Trying not to cringe, she wiggled her nose and thought quickly, “Jonathan.”
“You don’t like Oliver?” He asked, calling her out on her obvious balk at his suggestion.
“I don’t know, it’s not my favorite, but we could talk about it,” she shrugged. “Zachary?”
“I like that,” he agreed. “Bryson.”
“That would be a good girl name too.” She laughed before adding another to the girls’ list, “So would Hayden.”
“You’re killing me woman,” he choked through a laugh and shook his head, his smile reaching his eyes and making her want to snuggle closer to him.
“Aaron, I like Aaron,” she tried to get back on track.
“I like that for a girl,” he stated and stopped, laughing at the sudden realization. “Erin…” He tried it on his tongue.
Shaking in his arms, she tickled her toes up his leg and buried her face against his bare chest before letting her laughter loose.
“What?” He joined her with his own guffaws and reached to playfully pinch her thigh. “If you want to name our daughter Ryan, why can’t I want to name her Erin.”
Squealing with laughter and writhing in his arms in an attempt to stop his pinches and tickles against her skin she wheezed, “Okay, Okay, but we just can’t put the two together.”
Gathering her in his arms and pulling her close, he abandoned his attack on her body in favor of attacking her mouth. “I love you,” he mumbled against her lips just before his tongue explored her minty-fresh mouth.
“Mmm, Ah lub ew oo,” she tried to speak.
Snuggling against him as close as she could possibly get, she brought her hand to cup his face and smiled around their kiss. The air he was stealing from her and his gentle fingers exploring her sensitive skin under her nightgown made it hard for her to breathe or think. Pulling away from their kiss, she grinned at him mischievously.
“You want breakfast in bed, Baby?” she whispered, stroking the side of his face with the pad of her thumb.
“Only if you’re on the menu,” he croaked.
****
Standing under the hot spray of the shower, she turned to let the pressure of the water pulse against her lower back. Sighing with relief, she tipped her head back and allowed the stream to wash over her head. Feeling relaxed and completely satisfied after spending the morning in her husband’s arms, she delighted in the thought of having Rob home with her until after the baby was born as she rinsed the remaining suds from her body.
The door to the bathroom burst open and Rob barreled through, wheeling the chair from their upstairs office in front of him. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed a large bag perched in the seat of the chair and she immediately became curious. Raising an eyebrow, she watched him push the chair to the center of the room before stopping to dig through the bag.
“Um, Babe? Whatcha doin?” She called from behind the steamed glass.
“Surprise,” he sang out as he exited the bathroom.
“Babe?” She yelled out, which brought his face back through the door to look at her. “What are you doing?” She laughed as she ducked around the glass and looked at him to answer her.
“I’ll be right back. Just get out and dry off, but don’t get dressed,” he instructed as he stepped back into their room and pulled the door closed behind him.
Still puzzled, but more intrigued, she shut of the water and drug a towel into the shower with her. After wringing out her hair and wrapping it turban style, she reached for the bath sheet and was in the process of drying off when he slipped back in the bathroom and sauntered to the shower with a very skimpy pair of panties dangling off the tip of his pointer finger. When he reached his hand in and wiggled the panties in front of her face, she shook her head and laughed.
“No! Have you not been listening to me bitch about granny panties for weeks now” I can’t wear those all day…My ass is too damn big,” she giggled and wiggled to show him what she was talking about.
Groaning at her display, he scrubbed his face with his free hand and rolled his neck around in a circle. “You don’t have to wear them all day, just for a little bit.” He gave her his best puppy dog eyes and batted his lashes.
“How long?” She laughed and wrapped the towel around herself, folding the loose end into the material stretched across her chest and plucking the offered panties from his finger.
“Not long,” he waggled his eyebrows and gave her a sly smile. “”I’ll take them off myself when we’re finished!”
“You will?” She asked, raising her voice slightly and swallowing hard, trying to squash the excitement she felt flutter across her belly with the mere thought.
“Yep, and for the record…Your ass is perfect,” he told her just before he reached around to swat her bottom.
Laughing, she tried to step around him, but he blocked her exit and raised his hands to grasp the walls on either side of the shower entrance and lean into her slightly. “Can you close your eyes and let me help you to the bedroom. You showered too fast and I need a few minutes.”
“What in the hell are you up to?” She shook her head and bit her lip.
“I’ll show you in three minutes,” he shrugged, drew his own lip between his teeth, and squinted his eyes at her.
“Fine,” she breathed and squeezed her eyes shut, reaching a hand out for him to grasp and guide her with.
Instead of taking her hand, he reached and propped his hands on her hips, drawing her close until her belly bumped against his stomach. Bending her neck forward, she rested her forehead on his chest and shuffled forward as he shuffled backwards, around the chair in the middle of the floor, and into their bedroom. Turning her so her back was to the bathroom, he placed a chaste kiss on her head, stepped around her to go back into the en suite, and promptly closed the door. She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the barely-there scrap of material under her towel and adjusted it to try and find the best way to wear it. Immediately uncomfortable, she was ready to rip it off and toss it aside when the bathroom door opened and he stepped out, smiling widely.
Snapping her eyes to his, she let her eyes dart from one of his to the other as she tried to figure out what he was up too. The mischievous look on his face was too cute though and she giggled again, his excitement about whatever he was up to was contagious.
“I need my belly oil, Baby,” she reminded him and rubbed her hand over her towel covered body.
“Nope, not right now you don’t because I have this…” he brought his hand out from behind his back and showed her a large jar of Vaseline.
“What the?” Her eyes popped open and she scowled at him, not sure she wanted to play anymore.
Laughing at her reaction, he shook his head to tell her it probably wasn’t what she was thinking, but chuckled when she furrowed her brow in doubt. “It’s for your belly, Dirty Girl.”
Dumbfounded and speechless, she clenched the towel around her more tightly and turned her head to give him a look of disbelief.
“Kristen,” he spoke softly as he tiptoed across the floor towards her. “Let me…” he reached out and pulled at the top of the towel, prompting her to let him unwrap her. Dropping her arms reluctantly, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head, eyeing the jar in his hand and debating whether she should run or stay. Stepping between her legs, he nudged her gently, “Lie back on the bed and let me see your tummy, Love.”
Without breaking eye contact with him, she inched backwards onto the bed and turned to rest her back against the pillows. Seeing the twinkle in his eye and the silly smirk on his face made her feel slightly better, but she was still trying to figure out what the heck he was up to. Following her, he climbed higher up the mattress and waited for her to get situated, then placed the jar next to his knee so he could use both free hands to hook her behind the knees and pull her down a bit in order to angle her so that her belly was completely exposed. When she was positioned just right, he reached forward and placed one hand on her stomach to hold her in place while he finagled the lid off the Vaseline jar. Dipping his fingers into the jar, he scooped a dollop of the greasy goop up and brought it to her stomach.
Cupping her hands over her exposed breasts, she strained to see what he was doing and cringed when the cold substance came in contact with her skin. Hissing at the sensation, she flinched, but couldn’t move because of his hold on her. When she relaxed and sank back into the mattress, he opened both of his hands and started to slather the jelly across her belly. He spread it from her belly button down to her pubic bone, all the way up and around to just under her breasts, and reached in for another scoop.
“Rob, my skin won’t absorb all of that,” she whimpered, the greasiness of the Vaseline bothering her slightly, but the feeling of his hands sliding across her body driving her out of her mind.
“Shh, it’s not meant to, Love,” he assured her and brought a new handful of the goo to her stomach and started to massage hip to hip.
“Hmm,” she moaned and closed her eyes, tipping her head back and lifting her lower back slightly to push her belly against his capable fingers.
“Move your hands, Kris,” he whispered.
Peeking from behind her barely cracked lids, she slowly lifted her hands from her breasts and let them fall listlessly to either side of her body. When she was fully exposed to him, he extracted more Vaseline from the container and rubbed it between his hands before bringing them to her breasts and continuing his massage. As her eyelids fluttered shut again, she sighed and squirmed under his touch. Dragging his hands all the way around each of her overfilled breasts, up to her neck, across her shoulders and back down and under where they met her bump, he took extreme care to make sure that not a spec of skin was left uncoated before he stopped his ministrations and bent to brush his lips against hers. Opening her eyes, she gave him a lazy smile and lifted her arms to loop around his neck.
“Nut, uh, Love…” he whispered and shook his head. “We have to do something else first. Can you get up?
Nodding, she dropped her elbows to the bed and tried to lift herself. Chuckling at her obvious state of bliss and lack of coordination because of it, he capped the jar of Vaseline and crawled off the bed, fighting not to touch anything with his greasy hands. Once free of the covers and sheets, he offered her a hand and helped her to sit up and then to stand. Turning towards the bathroom, he linked their fingers together and led the way.
When she stepped into the bathroom again she gasped as she looked around. There was a huge plastic tarp laid out beneath the sheet-covered chair and the counter was covered with an array of plaster strips cut in various sizes and a large bowl full of water. As tears sprung to her eyes, she fought to swallow the ball of emotions invading her chest and find the right words, but she was to overcome with love.
Watching her in the mirror, he became concerned when he saw her eyes glistening and turned to address her, moving to unhook their fingers so he could squeeze her hand. “I thought you wanted to do this. If you don’t, we don’t have too. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he stumbled over his words as he scrambled to stop her from crying.
“No, Baby!” she cried. “I want to, it’s just that we only talked about it that one time and I wasn’t totally sure. I love that you remembered and that we’re gonna make a cast of my belly. I figured you’d have my mom come over and do it,” she rushed to explain to him, shuffling closer and rising up on her toes to brush her nose against his. “I Love You.”
“I love you too! Your Mom? Really? What fun would it be if I didn’t get to do it?” He asked and squinted his eyes, trying to figure out why he wouldn’t be the one to smooth strips of plaster over her body.
“It’s just an artsy thing and I thought…” she trailed off, realizing that her explanation wasn’t going to help anything. “Let’s just do this…Now I’m excited.” She lowered herself to the flats of her feet and padded to the sink to wash her hands.
He helped her get into a comfortable position in the office chair and washed his own hands before dumping the bowl of water, refilling it with warm water and dipping his first strip of plaster into the bowl. Wringing it gently, he unrolled it and turned to her with a look of deep concentration.
“Ugh,” he stammered and looked at her for help.
“Just start up here and work your way down,” she shrugged and pointed to her chest.
Moving to lay the strip across the top of her cleavage, he placed it with feather-light fingers and smoothing it out. Sighing at his gentle touch and the warmth of the strip across her skin, she let her eyes flutter closed briefly before she snapped them open wide and stared at him.
“Wait! I need nipple covers,” she announced and sat bolt upright.
“Nipple covers?” He asked and burst out into a fit of laughter.
“Look!” She practically screeched and pointed to her nipples. “They’re gonna stick out, Babe,” she laughed with him, “I don’t want to have my nipples permanently cast.”
“Put them away then,” he teased.
“Yeah, like that’s gonna happen with you touching me like this! Smartass,” she laughed. “How well does that work for you?” She reached out to graze her finger down the fly of his jeans a couple of times until she could see his excitement starting to show through the material. Too shocked to move, he stood and watched her tease him. When she was satisfied she had him worked up just enough to prove her point, she pulled away and leaned back in the chair. “Put it away, Rob!” She gave a firm nod and a wink.
Throwing his head back, he gave a deep laugh and shook his head. Point taken, he made his way to the vanity and flicked it open with one finger, bending to study the contents briefly before emerging with a box of gauze pads. Handing her the box, he waited for her to take out what she needed and watched her intently as she held the square pads over her nipples. When she was satisfied with his solution, he turned to dip another strip of plaster fabric into the water, squeeze out the excess, unroll it, and smooth it over her breasts and the gauze pads to hold them in place. Kristen released her hold on the pads as he rolled the fabric-like material over them and then shooed his hands away so she could smooth it across her body better without feeling the excitement that came along with his touch. Tucking her chin to her chest she studied their work and smiled when she saw that her nipples weren’t poking out where they weren’t welcome. Seeing her smile, he turned back to the vanity and retrieved another strip.
They worked quietly, giggling every once in a while when the water got too cold or one of the strips wouldn’t cooperate, but before she knew it, she was covered in bands of plaster strips from her neck to her pubic bone and thoroughly worked into a frenzy from Rob’s teasing touches. When he turned to wash his hands, she scooted slightly lower in the chair and lifted her foot in front of her so she could run her toes up the inside of his leg, nudging him gently where she knew he’d feel it the most. Watching her in the mirror, he gave her a cheeky grin and jumped when her small toes grazed between his legs and applied the most amazing pressure.
“Kristen,” he scolded.
“What?” She looked innocently at him through the reflective glass, fluttering her eyelashes for good measure as she dropped her foot.
Drying his hands on a towel and tossing it aside quickly, he turned and stalked towards her as she readjusted in the chair.
“Sit still or the cast won’t dry properly,” he instructed her as he moved between her legs and bent to grasp the arms of the chair, leaning over her. Tipping her neck back so she could look up at him, she felt her heart start to palpitate as he bent slightly and brought his knee between her legs, brushing against the skimpy panties he’d asked her to put on. Inhaling a sharp breath, she raised her eyebrows and squirmed in the chair, bringing her hands to grip his shoulders. Dipping his head to hers, she waited for him to bring his lips to hers, but he went lower and brushed his nose against the hollow of her neck, causing her to swallow hard and wiggle her body against his knee.
“Kristen, you have to sit still or it won’t work, Love,” he growled against her throat before opening his mouth against her neck and swiping small circles across her skin with his tip of his tongue.
“Fuck, Rob!” She cried and tried to close her neck to him.
“I will, Love, but we have to wait until the cast dries,” he spoke, the vibrations of his words against her body driving her insane and causing her to buck against him harder.
Lifting his head, he kissed one corner of her mouth, brushed his lips across hers to the other side of her mouth where he placed another kiss and finished by dropping one last kiss on her nose. Winking at her, he stood and backed away in one quick movement, leaving her panting and groaning in her seat. Without paying much attention to her state of arousal, he turned to the sink and started to clean up his mess as if she weren’t behind him, worked up into a complete frenzy.
“Baby,” she cooed behind him drawing his attention to her in the mirror once again. When she was sure he was looking at her, she darted her tongue out and seductively swiped it across her pouty bottom lip as she winked at him. “Paybacks are a bitch and when I can move again…” she started to say, but before she could finish he cut her off.
“Oh, I’m counting on it Momma,” he told her. “Now, sit still. The faster that shit dries, the better off we’ll both be!”
With hooded eyes, she swallowed hard, nodded and brought her legs together tightly; fighting the urge to squirm until the plaster hardened and he set her free. Dropping her head, she started to blow on the damp plaster inconspicuously while she debated whether or not the hair dryer might help speed the drying process.
User: bluangleyes75
Pairing: Rob and Kristen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just fluffy, cuddly, teasing Rob and Kristen spending time together…
Disclaimer: I don’t own then, I don’t even know them, but a girl can dream. All mistakes are mine.
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Not feeling like being anywhere but home, in pajamas and with her feet propped up, Kristen sat next to Rob at his wrap party and let her mind wander. She tried to keep her hands off her huge belly, but as she sat surrounded by Rob’s cast members and crew, she found herself absentmindedly running her fingers over the baby as she daydreamed about what was to come for her, Rob and their family.
As people came to their table, she engaged in polite conversation and showed her undying support for her husband, but she kept glancing at her phone to check the time.
“You uncomfortable, Love?” He purred in her ear, catching her off guard and drawing her back to reality.
Turning her head and tipping it slightly, she leaned to brush her lips against his, her hair making a curtain around them and shielding them from prying eyes. “No, Baby, I’m fine,” she assured him, wanting the night to be about him and not her.
“Are you being honest?” He smiled and searched her face for his answer.
“Mmm, hmm,” she hummed and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and melting against him as he wrapped his arms around her.
“We can leave whenever you want,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills across her skin.
“Whenever you want, Babe,” she kissed his neck and sat up, suddenly feeling self-conscious being so intimate in a room full of strangers.
“Let’s start making the rounds and go home,” he winked and stood, offering his hand to aide her.
“Kay,” she scooted to the edge of her chair and hoisted herself up as he tugged to bring her to her feet. Reaching behind her and digging her fists into the small of her back, she arched and stretched her muscles before rubbing her hands over her distended stomach. He moved beside her and brushed his hand around her belly quickly before grabbing her hand and leading her though the party to say their goodbyes. Ambling behind him, she fought the urge to grumble as they slowly made their way through the room, talking to nearly everyone present on their way out. The weight of the baby in front of her body kept her slightly off kilter and she leaned back slightly as she walked, to compensate. The pressure on her hips and pelvis made it hard for her not to waddle, but she didn’t give any sign of discomfort as she stood by her husband’s side.
Once through the crowd, she pushed against Rob as they waited for their security team to assemble and take them to their car. Sighing, she rocked her head against his upper arm and reached to massage her aching hip.
“We’re almost finished; John is making his way from the back. You want my jacket to cover the baby?” He asked and reached to massage her.
Pushing into his strong hand, she nodded against his arm and moaned as she felt him hit the spot that seemed to be causing the most pain. Withdrawing his hand, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped away from her so he could help her get it on. Laughing at how ridiculously big it looked on her, he shook his head and reached to zip it up, but stopped when he realized that although it was long, it still wasn’t loose enough to fit around her middle and loosely cover her.
“Just put your hands in the pockets and draw it around you, but bend forward while you walk,” he suggested, knowing she wanted to conceal the stage of her pregnancy as much as she possibly could.
Shoving her hands in the pockets, she wrapped it around her and leaned forward, trying to see what she looked like and smiled when she was satisfied. Getting into the party hadn’t been an issue, since no one knew about it, but once word got out that it was going on, the paparazzi had flocked to the entrances, hoping to get pictures and statements from her and Rob. She knew that coming out of the house with only four weeks left to go was risky, but she didn’t want him to miss the wrap party and his chance to say goodbye to the people he’d been working with for the past six months.
When she picked her head up, she saw a large group of really big men, being led by John, walking towards them and her nerves kicked into overdrive, realizing that it was time to face the scuzzballs waiting to tear her apart. The couple of times they’d left the house since the first time the press had found out about her pregnancy, she had been flanked by security and she knew the drill without anyone having to say anything. John stepped in front of her and Rob pushed against her from behind, hooking one hand over her shoulder and placing the other over her hip. She dug her hands into the pockets of the jacket deeper and cradled the underside of her belly with her hands, using the jacket, her bodyguard, and her husband to shield her. Dropping her gaze to her laceless keds, she felt two huge men move in on her right side and then two more move in on her left. Knowing that there were yet two more behind Rob and one waiting at the door of the SUV outside, calmed her slightly, but not completely. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and when she heard John yell out “Go” in front of her, she drew in another and started to move behind him. Shuffling, instead of taking actual steps, she felt Rob’s hands on her body tense as they stepped through the doors of the venue and the flashes started to assault her, but she kept her head down and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Tuning out the screaming and the intrusive questions, she recited the ABC’s to herself, only making it to the letter M before she felt John’s hand reach behind him and brush against her belly, signaling to her that he was getting ready to step aside so she could climb into the waiting car. Without flinching, she kept moving and went to step into the vehicle, Rob moving the hand on her shoulder down to her other hip and lifting her slightly so she could get in without struggling.
Smiling broadly, she bounced across the bench seat and leaned forward, waiting for Rob to join her and the door to close before sitting up and pushing herself against him. Getting situated as the car started to lurch forward inch by inch, he glanced down at her to see if she was okay and was pleasantly surprised to see her happy, smiling face and not a flurry of tears.
“You okay?” He asked, smiling back at her.
“Perfect,” she dropped her face to his chest and placed a quick kiss before turning her head to rest above his beating heart.
****
Waking in the morning, she knew it was later than she normally slept because the light in the room was much brighter. Untangling herself from her massive body pillow, she glanced at the clock briefly before reaching for the covers she’d kicked off and drawing them back over her. Rob, sensed her movements and patted the bed behind him to try and find her in the mass of blankets and pillows that had taken over their bed in order to make her more comfortable.
“Morning, Baby,” she reached her fingers out and stroked his wandering hand.
“Morning, Love,” he croaked with his sleepy voice and scooted back as far as he could until he was butted up against the pillow.
Laughing at the distance between them, she rocked back and forth to gain momentum so she could push herself up, extract the pillow from around her body and push it over the edge of the bed to the floor. Scooting closer to him, she pressed her face between his shoulder blades and peppered kisses as she bumped her belly against his back and finagled her feet and legs to tangle with his. Feeling the warmth of his body against hers, she sighed and started to drop back to sleep when the baby started rolling in her belly and giving some pretty impressive kicks.
Opening her eyes widely, she pushed into Rob a little further, hoping the pressure of his back against her stomach would calm the baby, but it only allowed him to feel the kicks more and he started to shake with laughter.
“What are you laughing at?” She chuckled, the feeling of his vibrations tickling her slightly.
“The baby is kicking my ass,” his rough voice sounded from where his face was pressed into his pillow as he pushed himself further back to meet her stomach where the baby was kicking the hardest.
“Oh my god,” she burst out laughing and brought her hand to try and push down on whatever baby limb was poking her in the side and rolling to her back.
“Why’d you move?” He twisted and turned to try and see where she went.
“I can’t laugh this early in the morning, I haven’t peed yet. It could get ugly,” she giggled some more and struggled to roll to her opposite side, to make getting out of bed easier. Maneuvering inch by inch, she finally made it to the edge and was able to crawl from the mattress. He lay in bed, face half covered and watched her. He was amazed at the sheer size of her belly and the fact that she was still moving around. As she waddled to the bathroom he studied her closely, hiding his smile under the covers, not wanting her to think he was laughing at her.
While she was behind the bathroom door, he stretched and enjoyed the calm. Finally being finished filming, he was looking forward to spending the last month of the pregnancy doting on Kristen and preparing for the baby. She’d been overly patient and gentle since their near knock down drag out in the pool, almost too docile for his liking, but he’d take that over crazy-moody Kristen any day. Just as his eyes drifted shut again, the bathroom door flew open and she stepped into the frame with her toothbrush between her lips and her eyes wide and bright.
“Uh, wanna tah bou a baba nam?” She tried to ask him.
Squinting at her, he tried to figure out what she was trying to say, but could only laugh when he couldn’t for the life of him decipher her words. Smiling broadly, she turned back into the bathroom to spit and rinse. He watched her bend over and her short cotton, baby-doll nightgown ride up just enough for him to see the white cotton panties stretched across her ample bottom. Righting herself, she tugged the nightgown down and shuffled back into the bedroom.
“Sorry,” she offered as she made her way back to his side of the bed and lifted the covers, waiting for him to scoot back enough for her to sit on the edge before lying down and fitting herself against his chest. “I said,” she cuddled against him and waited for him to wrap his arm around the baby, “Do you want to talk about baby names?”
Shocked at her sudden willingness, he was glad she was facing away from him so she couldn’t see his face. Attempting to control the disbelief in his voice he answered, “Sure, do you have any ideas?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I looked at the book, but I want to know what you think,” she said, playing with his fingers against her belly.
“I don’t really know to be honest, it’s such a big deal…Ya know?” He admitted out loud.
“That’s why I wanted to wait. It stresses me out to think that whatever we decide will be stuck with this person for the rest of their lives,” she giggled, shocking him even more.
“Uh, yeah. And it’s not just the name, it’s the nicknames too. We have to consider those as well. I love my dad, but I could never name a child after him…” He said quietly.
“Richard isn’t a bad name, a little old school for me, but it’s not bad,” she pondered out loud.
“Yeah, but Dick is a common nickname for Richard and I refuse to do that to my son. It’d be cruel, Love,” he explained, flicking the tips of his fingers against hers, grazing her belly in the process.
“Ewww, yeah…No Richard then,” she nodded and fought to control a chuckle.
“Okay, what about girl names,” he inquired.
“Hmmm, I know what we can’t use for names more than I have ideas about what I like. Can we start there?” she twisted her neck to try and look at him over her shoulder.
“Yeah, we can do that! What can’t we use?” He stilled his hand and opened it wide around her stomach.
“The way I see it, we can’t use Nicole or Nicholas, Jackson, Marlowe, Taylor, Kellen, Thomas, Michael…” she started strong and trailed off as she clicked names off the tip of her tongue and he started to laugh. “What are you laughing at?” She asked.
“Maybe we should go with what you like, the list of no’s is probably going to be too long to go through,” he said.
“Okay, how about we go name for name. I give you one I like and you give me one you like,” she pressed against him and spread her fingers over his.
“Okay, for a girl, I like Lily,” he started.
“Ava,” she returned.
“Mya,” he took his turn.
“Ryan,” she answered.
“For a girl?” He questioned, losing his train of thought.
“Yeah,” she laughed. “I don’t know why, I just do. I also like Charlie.”
“Oh boy,” he laughed harder.
‘What?” She giggled at his response.
“What about boys,” he asked.
“I don’t know. Do you want to name him after you?” she twisted in his arms and struggled to turn so she could face him.
Waiting for her to roll from her left side, onto her back, and finally come to rest on her right side to face him, he thought about her question. When she was done fidgeting and found her niche against his body and her bright green eyes met his, he answered. “No, I don’t want the baby named after me.”
“Really? I thought that was some crazy dream all you guys had…to have a son running around with your name.” She furrowed her brow in thought and waited for him to answer.
“Yeah, maybe it was a possibility in the past, but talk about fucked up nicknames. Can you imagine people referring to him as Baby RPatz or RPatz Junior. Ugh, I couldn’t handle that, Love.” He cringed as he spoke, making her smile.
Brushing her finger down the side of his face, she zig-zagged it through the scruff that had appeared across his jawline overnight and spoke softly, “Okay, I just wanted to be sure. If you wanted to name him after you, I’d be okay with that.”
“I love you!” He cooed. “Would you want to name our daughter after you?” He asked wondering if she was hinting at something.
“Fuck no!” She pulled her head back a little and shook it furiously. “That’s just weird. Naming a son after his father to carry on a family name is normal. Naming a daughter after her mother is strange. I’m not real partial to my name anyway…Unless you wanted to name her Jaymes. That might be kinda cool,” she nodded and scrunched up her nose as she thought about it.
“What is it with you and boys’ names for girls?” He laughed.
“I don’t know…” she ducked her head and shrugged. “What about boys’ names?” She tried to change the subject.
“I don’t know, you’re not gonna tell me you want to name our son Mary or something are you?” He teased her and gripped her hip tighter so she wouldn’t try to wiggle away.
Busting into a fit of laughter, she shook her head and peeked up at him, “No, Babe, that shit doesn’t work.”
“Oh, thank God, I was starting worry,” he teased her some more and brought his hand to brush the hair away from her face. “Alex,” he stated, starting their name game again.
“Oh, uh…Xander,” she got her head back in the game and answered.
“Oliver,” he returned.
Trying not to cringe, she wiggled her nose and thought quickly, “Jonathan.”
“You don’t like Oliver?” He asked, calling her out on her obvious balk at his suggestion.
“I don’t know, it’s not my favorite, but we could talk about it,” she shrugged. “Zachary?”
“I like that,” he agreed. “Bryson.”
“That would be a good girl name too.” She laughed before adding another to the girls’ list, “So would Hayden.”
“You’re killing me woman,” he choked through a laugh and shook his head, his smile reaching his eyes and making her want to snuggle closer to him.
“Aaron, I like Aaron,” she tried to get back on track.
“I like that for a girl,” he stated and stopped, laughing at the sudden realization. “Erin…” He tried it on his tongue.
Shaking in his arms, she tickled her toes up his leg and buried her face against his bare chest before letting her laughter loose.
“What?” He joined her with his own guffaws and reached to playfully pinch her thigh. “If you want to name our daughter Ryan, why can’t I want to name her Erin.”
Squealing with laughter and writhing in his arms in an attempt to stop his pinches and tickles against her skin she wheezed, “Okay, Okay, but we just can’t put the two together.”
Gathering her in his arms and pulling her close, he abandoned his attack on her body in favor of attacking her mouth. “I love you,” he mumbled against her lips just before his tongue explored her minty-fresh mouth.
“Mmm, Ah lub ew oo,” she tried to speak.
Snuggling against him as close as she could possibly get, she brought her hand to cup his face and smiled around their kiss. The air he was stealing from her and his gentle fingers exploring her sensitive skin under her nightgown made it hard for her to breathe or think. Pulling away from their kiss, she grinned at him mischievously.
“You want breakfast in bed, Baby?” she whispered, stroking the side of his face with the pad of her thumb.
“Only if you’re on the menu,” he croaked.
****
Standing under the hot spray of the shower, she turned to let the pressure of the water pulse against her lower back. Sighing with relief, she tipped her head back and allowed the stream to wash over her head. Feeling relaxed and completely satisfied after spending the morning in her husband’s arms, she delighted in the thought of having Rob home with her until after the baby was born as she rinsed the remaining suds from her body.
The door to the bathroom burst open and Rob barreled through, wheeling the chair from their upstairs office in front of him. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed a large bag perched in the seat of the chair and she immediately became curious. Raising an eyebrow, she watched him push the chair to the center of the room before stopping to dig through the bag.
“Um, Babe? Whatcha doin?” She called from behind the steamed glass.
“Surprise,” he sang out as he exited the bathroom.
“Babe?” She yelled out, which brought his face back through the door to look at her. “What are you doing?” She laughed as she ducked around the glass and looked at him to answer her.
“I’ll be right back. Just get out and dry off, but don’t get dressed,” he instructed as he stepped back into their room and pulled the door closed behind him.
Still puzzled, but more intrigued, she shut of the water and drug a towel into the shower with her. After wringing out her hair and wrapping it turban style, she reached for the bath sheet and was in the process of drying off when he slipped back in the bathroom and sauntered to the shower with a very skimpy pair of panties dangling off the tip of his pointer finger. When he reached his hand in and wiggled the panties in front of her face, she shook her head and laughed.
“No! Have you not been listening to me bitch about granny panties for weeks now” I can’t wear those all day…My ass is too damn big,” she giggled and wiggled to show him what she was talking about.
Groaning at her display, he scrubbed his face with his free hand and rolled his neck around in a circle. “You don’t have to wear them all day, just for a little bit.” He gave her his best puppy dog eyes and batted his lashes.
“How long?” She laughed and wrapped the towel around herself, folding the loose end into the material stretched across her chest and plucking the offered panties from his finger.
“Not long,” he waggled his eyebrows and gave her a sly smile. “”I’ll take them off myself when we’re finished!”
“You will?” She asked, raising her voice slightly and swallowing hard, trying to squash the excitement she felt flutter across her belly with the mere thought.
“Yep, and for the record…Your ass is perfect,” he told her just before he reached around to swat her bottom.
Laughing, she tried to step around him, but he blocked her exit and raised his hands to grasp the walls on either side of the shower entrance and lean into her slightly. “Can you close your eyes and let me help you to the bedroom. You showered too fast and I need a few minutes.”
“What in the hell are you up to?” She shook her head and bit her lip.
“I’ll show you in three minutes,” he shrugged, drew his own lip between his teeth, and squinted his eyes at her.
“Fine,” she breathed and squeezed her eyes shut, reaching a hand out for him to grasp and guide her with.
Instead of taking her hand, he reached and propped his hands on her hips, drawing her close until her belly bumped against his stomach. Bending her neck forward, she rested her forehead on his chest and shuffled forward as he shuffled backwards, around the chair in the middle of the floor, and into their bedroom. Turning her so her back was to the bathroom, he placed a chaste kiss on her head, stepped around her to go back into the en suite, and promptly closed the door. She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the barely-there scrap of material under her towel and adjusted it to try and find the best way to wear it. Immediately uncomfortable, she was ready to rip it off and toss it aside when the bathroom door opened and he stepped out, smiling widely.
Snapping her eyes to his, she let her eyes dart from one of his to the other as she tried to figure out what he was up too. The mischievous look on his face was too cute though and she giggled again, his excitement about whatever he was up to was contagious.
“I need my belly oil, Baby,” she reminded him and rubbed her hand over her towel covered body.
“Nope, not right now you don’t because I have this…” he brought his hand out from behind his back and showed her a large jar of Vaseline.
“What the?” Her eyes popped open and she scowled at him, not sure she wanted to play anymore.
Laughing at her reaction, he shook his head to tell her it probably wasn’t what she was thinking, but chuckled when she furrowed her brow in doubt. “It’s for your belly, Dirty Girl.”
Dumbfounded and speechless, she clenched the towel around her more tightly and turned her head to give him a look of disbelief.
“Kristen,” he spoke softly as he tiptoed across the floor towards her. “Let me…” he reached out and pulled at the top of the towel, prompting her to let him unwrap her. Dropping her arms reluctantly, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head, eyeing the jar in his hand and debating whether she should run or stay. Stepping between her legs, he nudged her gently, “Lie back on the bed and let me see your tummy, Love.”
Without breaking eye contact with him, she inched backwards onto the bed and turned to rest her back against the pillows. Seeing the twinkle in his eye and the silly smirk on his face made her feel slightly better, but she was still trying to figure out what the heck he was up to. Following her, he climbed higher up the mattress and waited for her to get situated, then placed the jar next to his knee so he could use both free hands to hook her behind the knees and pull her down a bit in order to angle her so that her belly was completely exposed. When she was positioned just right, he reached forward and placed one hand on her stomach to hold her in place while he finagled the lid off the Vaseline jar. Dipping his fingers into the jar, he scooped a dollop of the greasy goop up and brought it to her stomach.
Cupping her hands over her exposed breasts, she strained to see what he was doing and cringed when the cold substance came in contact with her skin. Hissing at the sensation, she flinched, but couldn’t move because of his hold on her. When she relaxed and sank back into the mattress, he opened both of his hands and started to slather the jelly across her belly. He spread it from her belly button down to her pubic bone, all the way up and around to just under her breasts, and reached in for another scoop.
“Rob, my skin won’t absorb all of that,” she whimpered, the greasiness of the Vaseline bothering her slightly, but the feeling of his hands sliding across her body driving her out of her mind.
“Shh, it’s not meant to, Love,” he assured her and brought a new handful of the goo to her stomach and started to massage hip to hip.
“Hmm,” she moaned and closed her eyes, tipping her head back and lifting her lower back slightly to push her belly against his capable fingers.
“Move your hands, Kris,” he whispered.
Peeking from behind her barely cracked lids, she slowly lifted her hands from her breasts and let them fall listlessly to either side of her body. When she was fully exposed to him, he extracted more Vaseline from the container and rubbed it between his hands before bringing them to her breasts and continuing his massage. As her eyelids fluttered shut again, she sighed and squirmed under his touch. Dragging his hands all the way around each of her overfilled breasts, up to her neck, across her shoulders and back down and under where they met her bump, he took extreme care to make sure that not a spec of skin was left uncoated before he stopped his ministrations and bent to brush his lips against hers. Opening her eyes, she gave him a lazy smile and lifted her arms to loop around his neck.
“Nut, uh, Love…” he whispered and shook his head. “We have to do something else first. Can you get up?
Nodding, she dropped her elbows to the bed and tried to lift herself. Chuckling at her obvious state of bliss and lack of coordination because of it, he capped the jar of Vaseline and crawled off the bed, fighting not to touch anything with his greasy hands. Once free of the covers and sheets, he offered her a hand and helped her to sit up and then to stand. Turning towards the bathroom, he linked their fingers together and led the way.
When she stepped into the bathroom again she gasped as she looked around. There was a huge plastic tarp laid out beneath the sheet-covered chair and the counter was covered with an array of plaster strips cut in various sizes and a large bowl full of water. As tears sprung to her eyes, she fought to swallow the ball of emotions invading her chest and find the right words, but she was to overcome with love.
Watching her in the mirror, he became concerned when he saw her eyes glistening and turned to address her, moving to unhook their fingers so he could squeeze her hand. “I thought you wanted to do this. If you don’t, we don’t have too. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he stumbled over his words as he scrambled to stop her from crying.
“No, Baby!” she cried. “I want to, it’s just that we only talked about it that one time and I wasn’t totally sure. I love that you remembered and that we’re gonna make a cast of my belly. I figured you’d have my mom come over and do it,” she rushed to explain to him, shuffling closer and rising up on her toes to brush her nose against his. “I Love You.”
“I love you too! Your Mom? Really? What fun would it be if I didn’t get to do it?” He asked and squinted his eyes, trying to figure out why he wouldn’t be the one to smooth strips of plaster over her body.
“It’s just an artsy thing and I thought…” she trailed off, realizing that her explanation wasn’t going to help anything. “Let’s just do this…Now I’m excited.” She lowered herself to the flats of her feet and padded to the sink to wash her hands.
He helped her get into a comfortable position in the office chair and washed his own hands before dumping the bowl of water, refilling it with warm water and dipping his first strip of plaster into the bowl. Wringing it gently, he unrolled it and turned to her with a look of deep concentration.
“Ugh,” he stammered and looked at her for help.
“Just start up here and work your way down,” she shrugged and pointed to her chest.
Moving to lay the strip across the top of her cleavage, he placed it with feather-light fingers and smoothing it out. Sighing at his gentle touch and the warmth of the strip across her skin, she let her eyes flutter closed briefly before she snapped them open wide and stared at him.
“Wait! I need nipple covers,” she announced and sat bolt upright.
“Nipple covers?” He asked and burst out into a fit of laughter.
“Look!” She practically screeched and pointed to her nipples. “They’re gonna stick out, Babe,” she laughed with him, “I don’t want to have my nipples permanently cast.”
“Put them away then,” he teased.
“Yeah, like that’s gonna happen with you touching me like this! Smartass,” she laughed. “How well does that work for you?” She reached out to graze her finger down the fly of his jeans a couple of times until she could see his excitement starting to show through the material. Too shocked to move, he stood and watched her tease him. When she was satisfied she had him worked up just enough to prove her point, she pulled away and leaned back in the chair. “Put it away, Rob!” She gave a firm nod and a wink.
Throwing his head back, he gave a deep laugh and shook his head. Point taken, he made his way to the vanity and flicked it open with one finger, bending to study the contents briefly before emerging with a box of gauze pads. Handing her the box, he waited for her to take out what she needed and watched her intently as she held the square pads over her nipples. When she was satisfied with his solution, he turned to dip another strip of plaster fabric into the water, squeeze out the excess, unroll it, and smooth it over her breasts and the gauze pads to hold them in place. Kristen released her hold on the pads as he rolled the fabric-like material over them and then shooed his hands away so she could smooth it across her body better without feeling the excitement that came along with his touch. Tucking her chin to her chest she studied their work and smiled when she saw that her nipples weren’t poking out where they weren’t welcome. Seeing her smile, he turned back to the vanity and retrieved another strip.
They worked quietly, giggling every once in a while when the water got too cold or one of the strips wouldn’t cooperate, but before she knew it, she was covered in bands of plaster strips from her neck to her pubic bone and thoroughly worked into a frenzy from Rob’s teasing touches. When he turned to wash his hands, she scooted slightly lower in the chair and lifted her foot in front of her so she could run her toes up the inside of his leg, nudging him gently where she knew he’d feel it the most. Watching her in the mirror, he gave her a cheeky grin and jumped when her small toes grazed between his legs and applied the most amazing pressure.
“Kristen,” he scolded.
“What?” She looked innocently at him through the reflective glass, fluttering her eyelashes for good measure as she dropped her foot.
Drying his hands on a towel and tossing it aside quickly, he turned and stalked towards her as she readjusted in the chair.
“Sit still or the cast won’t dry properly,” he instructed her as he moved between her legs and bent to grasp the arms of the chair, leaning over her. Tipping her neck back so she could look up at him, she felt her heart start to palpitate as he bent slightly and brought his knee between her legs, brushing against the skimpy panties he’d asked her to put on. Inhaling a sharp breath, she raised her eyebrows and squirmed in the chair, bringing her hands to grip his shoulders. Dipping his head to hers, she waited for him to bring his lips to hers, but he went lower and brushed his nose against the hollow of her neck, causing her to swallow hard and wiggle her body against his knee.
“Kristen, you have to sit still or it won’t work, Love,” he growled against her throat before opening his mouth against her neck and swiping small circles across her skin with his tip of his tongue.
“Fuck, Rob!” She cried and tried to close her neck to him.
“I will, Love, but we have to wait until the cast dries,” he spoke, the vibrations of his words against her body driving her insane and causing her to buck against him harder.
Lifting his head, he kissed one corner of her mouth, brushed his lips across hers to the other side of her mouth where he placed another kiss and finished by dropping one last kiss on her nose. Winking at her, he stood and backed away in one quick movement, leaving her panting and groaning in her seat. Without paying much attention to her state of arousal, he turned to the sink and started to clean up his mess as if she weren’t behind him, worked up into a complete frenzy.
“Baby,” she cooed behind him drawing his attention to her in the mirror once again. When she was sure he was looking at her, she darted her tongue out and seductively swiped it across her pouty bottom lip as she winked at him. “Paybacks are a bitch and when I can move again…” she started to say, but before she could finish he cut her off.
“Oh, I’m counting on it Momma,” he told her. “Now, sit still. The faster that shit dries, the better off we’ll both be!”
With hooded eyes, she swallowed hard, nodded and brought her legs together tightly; fighting the urge to squirm until the plaster hardened and he set her free. Dropping her head, she started to blow on the damp plaster inconspicuously while she debated whether or not the hair dryer might help speed the drying process.