#35 Fingers, prompt for productivity100
TITLE: Give and take
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kristen
PROMPT: #35 Fingers
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: He gives and she gives, and they both share what they take.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
Kristen sighed as she curled up on the corner of the sectional couch in Peter’s apartment, her face partially hidden by her zipped up hoodie. She wasn’t feeling all too well that night since she spent the day doing wardrobe fitting (why she had to fucking try on two dozen pairs of jeans, she’ll never know) but she had promised Peter she was going to go to dinner. So she did. And now she was lying in his apartment living room, hiding away from everybody else while they were playing poker.
Her hair was a mess, her clothes were rumpled and she was so tired. She wanted to leave, but it was too early and their car wasn’t due to come back at least after midnight. She’ll just have to endure staying quiet on Peter’s couch.
“Hey,” a familiar voice said and she found Rob sitting on the edge of the couch, rumpled gray shirt and hoodie on. He slipped his fingers through her still short hair, the hair tie holding it in place falling off. She smiled, snuggling her head back on the couch cushion. “You okay?”
“Just tired,” Kristen mumbled, sighing at Rob’s careful ministrations. “What are you doing here? Did you lose again?”
Rob scoffed. “I give up. I’ll never play poker with Peter again. He keeps taking my money.”
“Loser!” Peter called out from across the room and Rob flipped him the bird. “You snooze, you lose, Pattinson!”
“OH, SHUT UP!”
Kristen giggled and Rob quirked an eyebrow at her. “Your poker face needs a little bit more work baby,” she murmured, snorting when Rob wrinkled his nose at her. “It really does suck.”
“You’re not being very supportive,” he laughed, gently poking her on the side. Rob smoothed her messy hair away from her eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her temple. “I’m sorry I told the car to pick us up so late. I didn’t know you weren’t feeling so well…”
“That’s okay. I didn’t know I was so tired until after dinner anyway.”
“Maybe I should call Dean…”
She ran her hand up his arm to stop him. “Rob, no. Come on, let the guy have his night off. He’ll be here in a couple of hours. I’m fine chilling out on Peter’s couch.”
Rob rolled his eyes but pressed a kiss to her temple again anyway. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “All right, fine. Now move over,” he said, his body shifting as he lifted his feet up the couch to lie with her. “Go on.”
“Rob, nobody’s gonna be able to sit,” Kristen argued weakly despite the fact that Rob was practically lifting her with one arm. “Seriously.”
“They’re all playing,” he murmured, slipping his hand under her shoulder to pull her close. Kristen hitched a leg up over his thigh, half her body draped over him. “We can take a nap while we wait.”
“Are you just going to stay here? Don’t you want to go back and drink with them?”
He swiped the hair off her face again. “I’m perfectly fine here, thank you.”
Kristen sighed and gave up, resting her head against his shoulder. “Don’t blame me if you get sore.”
“I won’t,” Rob murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”
Kristen closed her eyes as she felt herself fading away to tiredness. She felt Rob’s lips press against her hair, his fingers gently stoking her arm while his breath gently brushed against her hair. “Sleep tight baby.”
***
Rob grumbled as he tore another page from his notebook, his long, spindly fingers ripping the paper into shreds. He’d been attempting to write a song from scratch, all without the use of his guitar and now he was beginning to think it was a horrible idea.
Of course it was a horrible idea. He wasn’t talented enough to write shit without music accompanying it.
He’d been sitting outside in the middle of the Stewart’s backyard for the past two hours in an attempt at writing a couple of new songs now that he was on an extended break of some sort. Kristen was busy cooking, or whatever it was that she enjoyed doing in the kitchen while her publicist prattled on and he had taken the opportunity to lounge around in the grass without anybody bothering him. He didn’t even think of getting his guitar because he thought he could just write the lyrics and lay down the music later, but so far, his plan was failing.
Rob jumped out of his skin when a small form collided on his back, small arms wrapping around his neck. He almost fell face forward when this someone tackled him from behind, small knees digging on his back as they rocked together. He turned his head to the side, only to be met by his giggly girlfriend.
“Hi babe,” Kristen murmured, kissing him quickly. “Whatcha doin’?”
“How many cups of coffee did you have?” Rob asked, smiling at her. Kristen shrugged, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.
“Don’t know. Maybe four. Or more,” she muttered and Rob laughed. “I needed it.”
“I’m sure you did, baby,” he replied, his hand reaching up to pat her head. He went back to staring at his notebook and he felt her shift behind him, nuzzling her face on the crook of his neck.
“You’re writing again,” she whispered, tenderly kissing his jaw. “Nice.”
“I’m attempting to write,” Rob corrected, reaching up to cup her head backwards. “Not that I’m actually going anywhere with this.”
Kristen sighed and rolled her eyes, finally disentangling her arms from his neck. She flopped down on the grass beside him, grabbing the notebook from his lap.
“Hey!”
She flipped through the pages, her lips pursing as she read through them. Rob stared at her apprehensively and she turned to him, reaching out to press her palm against his cheek.
“You’re trying to get ahead of things and these are just perfect,” she said, her fingers scratching against his scruff. “Stop worrying about that. Just keep on writing and then you make the music later. It’s not like everything you write is set in stone, is it?”
Rob laughed, his hands wrapping around her waist to turn her towards him. “Write a song with me?”
Kristen wrinkled her nose. “No,” she muttered, crawling over and running her fingers through his shortened hair. “Stop trying to make me write a song. I suck at it.”
“Can I write you a song?”
“It’s not like I can stop you, can I?” Rob smirked and Kristen started rubbing her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss. She continued running her fingers through his hair before gently pulling him down for a kiss. “Tell you what, I’ll keep you company until you figure it out. It’s a nice day out anyway.”
He smiled as Kristen slipped out of his grasp, comfortably parking her head on his thigh as she lay down on the grass before him. Kristen reached up and Rob leaned down, smiling even wider when Kristen kissed him. “I hope you get enough inspiration today.”
***
Kristen was not a fan of freezing cold weather. She liked sunshine and warmth and wearing shorts while walking on the street. So yeah, she liked the sun.
Her boyfriend, however, had different thoughts. Rob enjoyed the cold-he was used to it. To be fair, he was born in this city of constant freezing madness so the cold wasn’t so much of a bother to him.
Kristen sneezed. Rob looked at her in concern as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him while they walked the streets of London. It was February, and it was sort of freezing, and Kristen felt like someone was always putting on hazardous amounts of blush on her face. Rob thinks it’s cute, she thinks she’d like to hide in a fire pit or something.
She probably looked like a waddling penguin at that moment-she had so many layers on. She had a sweater under a flannel shirt, a hoodie on top of it before finally finishing with her leather jacket. And her boots. She didn’t think her feet would survive if she left them in the mercy of her Chucks. Rob, on the other hand seemed so at ease-in his flannel shirt and his hoodie (to be fair, it was a thick one). And his new pair of trainers.
“I didn’t realize it was that cold,” Rob murmured, his hands rubbing against her leather jacket in attempts at keeping her warm. “We could always just head back…”
“Are you kidding me?” Kristen exclaimed, her nose slightly pink from the cold. “Just… gimme a couple minutes, I’ll get used to it. And no, it’s really not that cold, I’m just being a weakling.”
Rob smirked, tugging on her hand. “Come on, let’s get moving. Maybe it’ll warm you up.”
Kristen smiles as she reaches out to grab Rob’s hand, her fingers locking with his. His hand closes in on her small one, wrapping it tightly in warmth and she sighs, the feeling of being safe not being lost on her. London’s sky was starting to roll in hues of gray and blue, the light slowly disappearing for another day. Rob swings their hands together as they walk, that wide infectious grin still on his face.
“Your face is going to split in two if you keep doing that,” she murmurs, the grin on her face equally as pronounced. Rob rolls his eyes at her, his fingers tightening against her own. “You’re so cute.”
“Mm-hmm,” he pulls their intertwined hands up to his lips, slightly chapped skin meeting soft ones as he kissed their intertwined fingers one by one. “Remember that wish you made on an interview before?”
She looks at him confusedly. “Wish? What wish?”
“Alright, maybe it wasn’t a wish,” he shrugs and they continue walking on the side street, people dodging and ignoring them as they passed by. “Maybe more like a thought. Or you were just answering the interviewer’s question.”
“Spit it out Rob.”
Rob smiled, leaning down to peck her on the lips briefly. “So impatient. Remember when you were asked what you would do if nobody could see you?” Her eyebrows go up and he smirks, their steps faltering as they slowed down. “Well you’re doing it now. You’re taking a walk.”
And it seemed like they were. It wasn’t that nobody could see them, because God knows they were two walking, talking, breathing people, but they were indeed in the middle of a busy street where nobody seemed to give a fuck who they were. Or why they were walking side by side together. Kristen grins so wide that she turns and wraps her free hand around his neck, Rob’s head automatically leaning down to meet her. She kisses him-soft and sweet and non-disgusting to any passers-by-and she looks up, her happiness flowing contagiously through her.
“We are taking a walk,” Kristen murmurs, her smile probably even wider than Rob’s. He shrugs his shoulders but he grins anyway, tugging on her hand as they kept walking and Kristen sighs in contentment. She’s forgotten about the cold (possibly because of Rob always pulling her close, his body warmth far more appealing than anything) and she was enjoying herself-new sights, new places, new people she bumps with. “It feels so nice.”
Rob hums, pressing his lips against her hooded head. He’s always one for quiet displays of affection, always wanting to touch her. “I’m glad you like it.”
A group of teenage girls passes by and Kristen stiffens slightly, only relaxing when they ignored them, going on their merry way. Rob chuckles and he pulls her towards a relatively people-free ledge, jumping up to sit on it.
“Come here,” he opens his legs slightly and Kristen stands between them, his warm hands immediately meeting her hips. She smiles up at him and he smiles back, their noses rubbing together playfully. “Oh, Kristen. Look, I’m not going to lie and tell you these people don’t recognize us, because I reckon some of them do, but they’re really not much of a bother since… I don’t know. I guess the whole lot of them are shy.”
Kristen giggles, wrapping her arms around his middle. “I know. I get it.”
Rob nodded, tilting her chin up for a kiss. “I was thinking of things we could do while we were here, something we couldn’t do when we go back to Los Angeles,” he pauses, brushing stray little hairs from her eyes. “I thought I would bring you someplace, like the London Eye or something, but I remember you saying once that you wanted to take a walk, maybe go relax a bit. I know this is far less amazing than a din-”
“Shut up,” she murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. “We can always go to the London Eye in the future. It’s always going to be there. We can go for dinner, or dates, or whatever-there’s always going to be a restaurant we can go to. But this, I’m happy to just take a walk because I can’t ever do this while I’m living in this crazy moment, but you’ve made it possible. And I’m so fucking happy you did.”
“You happy?”
“Very.”
He leans down, one hand cupping her cheek as he presses his lips against hers, the lingering remnants of her strawberry lip balm brushing against his tongue. She kisses him back-softly, shyly, like she was worried someone would see but she opens her eyes and he’s still smiling.
“I’m just happy I spent the day walking with you.”
***
Rob groaned when he opened his eyes, bright light and early morning sun streaming through the wide glass windows. He flung his hand out, patting aimlessly on the other side of the bed, frowning when he was met with empty cotton sheets. He sighed, pulling his head up to look at Kristen’s side of the bed before flopping back down on his pillow.
At least he had the day off. No wardrobe, no filming, no walking around in the sweltering heat.
Maybe he should just go back to sleep.
Rob shifted, the plain white cotton sheet tangling against his legs. He was still fully clothed in his usual cotton v-neck and boxer briefs, having no strength whatsoever to even dress himself last night. Kristen took pity on him when he all but crawled to the front door, helping him to the shower and washing his hair off of sand and hair product, making his head feel relatively lighter. She dressed him up and he really wanted to kiss her, but all he could manage was a quick kiss and his energy was rapidly depleted once his head hit the pillow.
He was about to snuggle back into his pillow when the bedroom door slowly opened and Kristen poked her head in, smiling when she found him awake. She padded her way towards him-barefoot in that flimsy white tank top and fleece striped pajamas he was sure he’d never seen before and crawled her way up the bed beside him.
“Morning,” Kristen murmured, kissing him lightly. “I wasn’t sure you were up yet.”
“Mmm, morning,” Rob replied, sighing when she pulled away. “You didn’t have to be so careful. I sleep like the dead anyway.”
“Whatever,” she nuzzled her way through his neck before practically draping herself over his chest. “I didn’t want to risk waking you up.”
He laughed softly as Kristen looked up at him. “I’m so sorry about last night. I didn’t think I was that tired. I am not cut out to run around with llamas.”
“No, you’re definitely not.” Kristen sat up, pulling her legs together and sitting back on his propped knees. “So what do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know…” he curiously eyed the pajamas she was wearing, plucking at the soft fabric with his finger. “I didn’t know you had pajamas like these.”
“Shut up. Dad came over early in the morning, I had to get dressed,” his eyebrows went up and she snorted. “In something more appropriate than just my panties.”
Rob smiled as Kristen changed her position, curling up and resting her head on his chest. She ran her fingers through his still shortened hair, grinning goofily at him.
“You’re so warm,” she gurgles sleepily, inhaling the scent of Rob and what remained of the fresh soapy smell from last night. Rob burrows his fingers through her hair, his other hand running soothing circles along the bare skin on her hip. “Stop that. I might fall asleep.”
“We can always stay in bed.”
“Mmm, that sounds nice. We can be lazy today,” Kristen looks up and her breath leaves her in a gasp. Rob’s looking at her so intensely, his blue eyes staring at her so much she feels her heart stop and swell to amazing proportions. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he nods, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, pulling her up. “C’mere.”
Her breath hitches as he pulls her up to his eye level, his forehead resting against hers. She runs her fingers through the sides of his hair, her thumb stroking the soft skin on his temple.
“I love you,” Rob whispers and he cups his other hand around the back of her head, and Kristen burrows her face in between him and his pillow, her lips pressing kisses to where she could reach. He tightens his grip around her, pressing soft kisses on her ear. “Thank you for last night.”
It’s an intimate hug, like they were sharing one body and one soul, with them pressed together so closely. Rob gets in one of these moods once in a while, when he gets so emotionally intense it usually leaves Kristen raw and vulnerable for him, and they always find themselves wanting more.
“You know I’ll do anything for you,” she murmurs quietly, her eyes opening as she runs her fingers through his hair. “I really, really love you. So fucking much.”
His hug tightens and she relaxes in his arms, his lips pressing one last kiss on her skin. “Yeah, I love you so fucking much too.”
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kristen
PROMPT: #35 Fingers
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: He gives and she gives, and they both share what they take.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
Kristen sighed as she curled up on the corner of the sectional couch in Peter’s apartment, her face partially hidden by her zipped up hoodie. She wasn’t feeling all too well that night since she spent the day doing wardrobe fitting (why she had to fucking try on two dozen pairs of jeans, she’ll never know) but she had promised Peter she was going to go to dinner. So she did. And now she was lying in his apartment living room, hiding away from everybody else while they were playing poker.
Her hair was a mess, her clothes were rumpled and she was so tired. She wanted to leave, but it was too early and their car wasn’t due to come back at least after midnight. She’ll just have to endure staying quiet on Peter’s couch.
“Hey,” a familiar voice said and she found Rob sitting on the edge of the couch, rumpled gray shirt and hoodie on. He slipped his fingers through her still short hair, the hair tie holding it in place falling off. She smiled, snuggling her head back on the couch cushion. “You okay?”
“Just tired,” Kristen mumbled, sighing at Rob’s careful ministrations. “What are you doing here? Did you lose again?”
Rob scoffed. “I give up. I’ll never play poker with Peter again. He keeps taking my money.”
“Loser!” Peter called out from across the room and Rob flipped him the bird. “You snooze, you lose, Pattinson!”
“OH, SHUT UP!”
Kristen giggled and Rob quirked an eyebrow at her. “Your poker face needs a little bit more work baby,” she murmured, snorting when Rob wrinkled his nose at her. “It really does suck.”
“You’re not being very supportive,” he laughed, gently poking her on the side. Rob smoothed her messy hair away from her eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her temple. “I’m sorry I told the car to pick us up so late. I didn’t know you weren’t feeling so well…”
“That’s okay. I didn’t know I was so tired until after dinner anyway.”
“Maybe I should call Dean…”
She ran her hand up his arm to stop him. “Rob, no. Come on, let the guy have his night off. He’ll be here in a couple of hours. I’m fine chilling out on Peter’s couch.”
Rob rolled his eyes but pressed a kiss to her temple again anyway. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “All right, fine. Now move over,” he said, his body shifting as he lifted his feet up the couch to lie with her. “Go on.”
“Rob, nobody’s gonna be able to sit,” Kristen argued weakly despite the fact that Rob was practically lifting her with one arm. “Seriously.”
“They’re all playing,” he murmured, slipping his hand under her shoulder to pull her close. Kristen hitched a leg up over his thigh, half her body draped over him. “We can take a nap while we wait.”
“Are you just going to stay here? Don’t you want to go back and drink with them?”
He swiped the hair off her face again. “I’m perfectly fine here, thank you.”
Kristen sighed and gave up, resting her head against his shoulder. “Don’t blame me if you get sore.”
“I won’t,” Rob murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”
Kristen closed her eyes as she felt herself fading away to tiredness. She felt Rob’s lips press against her hair, his fingers gently stoking her arm while his breath gently brushed against her hair. “Sleep tight baby.”
***
Rob grumbled as he tore another page from his notebook, his long, spindly fingers ripping the paper into shreds. He’d been attempting to write a song from scratch, all without the use of his guitar and now he was beginning to think it was a horrible idea.
Of course it was a horrible idea. He wasn’t talented enough to write shit without music accompanying it.
He’d been sitting outside in the middle of the Stewart’s backyard for the past two hours in an attempt at writing a couple of new songs now that he was on an extended break of some sort. Kristen was busy cooking, or whatever it was that she enjoyed doing in the kitchen while her publicist prattled on and he had taken the opportunity to lounge around in the grass without anybody bothering him. He didn’t even think of getting his guitar because he thought he could just write the lyrics and lay down the music later, but so far, his plan was failing.
Rob jumped out of his skin when a small form collided on his back, small arms wrapping around his neck. He almost fell face forward when this someone tackled him from behind, small knees digging on his back as they rocked together. He turned his head to the side, only to be met by his giggly girlfriend.
“Hi babe,” Kristen murmured, kissing him quickly. “Whatcha doin’?”
“How many cups of coffee did you have?” Rob asked, smiling at her. Kristen shrugged, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.
“Don’t know. Maybe four. Or more,” she muttered and Rob laughed. “I needed it.”
“I’m sure you did, baby,” he replied, his hand reaching up to pat her head. He went back to staring at his notebook and he felt her shift behind him, nuzzling her face on the crook of his neck.
“You’re writing again,” she whispered, tenderly kissing his jaw. “Nice.”
“I’m attempting to write,” Rob corrected, reaching up to cup her head backwards. “Not that I’m actually going anywhere with this.”
Kristen sighed and rolled her eyes, finally disentangling her arms from his neck. She flopped down on the grass beside him, grabbing the notebook from his lap.
“Hey!”
She flipped through the pages, her lips pursing as she read through them. Rob stared at her apprehensively and she turned to him, reaching out to press her palm against his cheek.
“You’re trying to get ahead of things and these are just perfect,” she said, her fingers scratching against his scruff. “Stop worrying about that. Just keep on writing and then you make the music later. It’s not like everything you write is set in stone, is it?”
Rob laughed, his hands wrapping around her waist to turn her towards him. “Write a song with me?”
Kristen wrinkled her nose. “No,” she muttered, crawling over and running her fingers through his shortened hair. “Stop trying to make me write a song. I suck at it.”
“Can I write you a song?”
“It’s not like I can stop you, can I?” Rob smirked and Kristen started rubbing her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss. She continued running her fingers through his hair before gently pulling him down for a kiss. “Tell you what, I’ll keep you company until you figure it out. It’s a nice day out anyway.”
He smiled as Kristen slipped out of his grasp, comfortably parking her head on his thigh as she lay down on the grass before him. Kristen reached up and Rob leaned down, smiling even wider when Kristen kissed him. “I hope you get enough inspiration today.”
***
Kristen was not a fan of freezing cold weather. She liked sunshine and warmth and wearing shorts while walking on the street. So yeah, she liked the sun.
Her boyfriend, however, had different thoughts. Rob enjoyed the cold-he was used to it. To be fair, he was born in this city of constant freezing madness so the cold wasn’t so much of a bother to him.
Kristen sneezed. Rob looked at her in concern as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him while they walked the streets of London. It was February, and it was sort of freezing, and Kristen felt like someone was always putting on hazardous amounts of blush on her face. Rob thinks it’s cute, she thinks she’d like to hide in a fire pit or something.
She probably looked like a waddling penguin at that moment-she had so many layers on. She had a sweater under a flannel shirt, a hoodie on top of it before finally finishing with her leather jacket. And her boots. She didn’t think her feet would survive if she left them in the mercy of her Chucks. Rob, on the other hand seemed so at ease-in his flannel shirt and his hoodie (to be fair, it was a thick one). And his new pair of trainers.
“I didn’t realize it was that cold,” Rob murmured, his hands rubbing against her leather jacket in attempts at keeping her warm. “We could always just head back…”
“Are you kidding me?” Kristen exclaimed, her nose slightly pink from the cold. “Just… gimme a couple minutes, I’ll get used to it. And no, it’s really not that cold, I’m just being a weakling.”
Rob smirked, tugging on her hand. “Come on, let’s get moving. Maybe it’ll warm you up.”
Kristen smiles as she reaches out to grab Rob’s hand, her fingers locking with his. His hand closes in on her small one, wrapping it tightly in warmth and she sighs, the feeling of being safe not being lost on her. London’s sky was starting to roll in hues of gray and blue, the light slowly disappearing for another day. Rob swings their hands together as they walk, that wide infectious grin still on his face.
“Your face is going to split in two if you keep doing that,” she murmurs, the grin on her face equally as pronounced. Rob rolls his eyes at her, his fingers tightening against her own. “You’re so cute.”
“Mm-hmm,” he pulls their intertwined hands up to his lips, slightly chapped skin meeting soft ones as he kissed their intertwined fingers one by one. “Remember that wish you made on an interview before?”
She looks at him confusedly. “Wish? What wish?”
“Alright, maybe it wasn’t a wish,” he shrugs and they continue walking on the side street, people dodging and ignoring them as they passed by. “Maybe more like a thought. Or you were just answering the interviewer’s question.”
“Spit it out Rob.”
Rob smiled, leaning down to peck her on the lips briefly. “So impatient. Remember when you were asked what you would do if nobody could see you?” Her eyebrows go up and he smirks, their steps faltering as they slowed down. “Well you’re doing it now. You’re taking a walk.”
And it seemed like they were. It wasn’t that nobody could see them, because God knows they were two walking, talking, breathing people, but they were indeed in the middle of a busy street where nobody seemed to give a fuck who they were. Or why they were walking side by side together. Kristen grins so wide that she turns and wraps her free hand around his neck, Rob’s head automatically leaning down to meet her. She kisses him-soft and sweet and non-disgusting to any passers-by-and she looks up, her happiness flowing contagiously through her.
“We are taking a walk,” Kristen murmurs, her smile probably even wider than Rob’s. He shrugs his shoulders but he grins anyway, tugging on her hand as they kept walking and Kristen sighs in contentment. She’s forgotten about the cold (possibly because of Rob always pulling her close, his body warmth far more appealing than anything) and she was enjoying herself-new sights, new places, new people she bumps with. “It feels so nice.”
Rob hums, pressing his lips against her hooded head. He’s always one for quiet displays of affection, always wanting to touch her. “I’m glad you like it.”
A group of teenage girls passes by and Kristen stiffens slightly, only relaxing when they ignored them, going on their merry way. Rob chuckles and he pulls her towards a relatively people-free ledge, jumping up to sit on it.
“Come here,” he opens his legs slightly and Kristen stands between them, his warm hands immediately meeting her hips. She smiles up at him and he smiles back, their noses rubbing together playfully. “Oh, Kristen. Look, I’m not going to lie and tell you these people don’t recognize us, because I reckon some of them do, but they’re really not much of a bother since… I don’t know. I guess the whole lot of them are shy.”
Kristen giggles, wrapping her arms around his middle. “I know. I get it.”
Rob nodded, tilting her chin up for a kiss. “I was thinking of things we could do while we were here, something we couldn’t do when we go back to Los Angeles,” he pauses, brushing stray little hairs from her eyes. “I thought I would bring you someplace, like the London Eye or something, but I remember you saying once that you wanted to take a walk, maybe go relax a bit. I know this is far less amazing than a din-”
“Shut up,” she murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. “We can always go to the London Eye in the future. It’s always going to be there. We can go for dinner, or dates, or whatever-there’s always going to be a restaurant we can go to. But this, I’m happy to just take a walk because I can’t ever do this while I’m living in this crazy moment, but you’ve made it possible. And I’m so fucking happy you did.”
“You happy?”
“Very.”
He leans down, one hand cupping her cheek as he presses his lips against hers, the lingering remnants of her strawberry lip balm brushing against his tongue. She kisses him back-softly, shyly, like she was worried someone would see but she opens her eyes and he’s still smiling.
“I’m just happy I spent the day walking with you.”
***
Rob groaned when he opened his eyes, bright light and early morning sun streaming through the wide glass windows. He flung his hand out, patting aimlessly on the other side of the bed, frowning when he was met with empty cotton sheets. He sighed, pulling his head up to look at Kristen’s side of the bed before flopping back down on his pillow.
At least he had the day off. No wardrobe, no filming, no walking around in the sweltering heat.
Maybe he should just go back to sleep.
Rob shifted, the plain white cotton sheet tangling against his legs. He was still fully clothed in his usual cotton v-neck and boxer briefs, having no strength whatsoever to even dress himself last night. Kristen took pity on him when he all but crawled to the front door, helping him to the shower and washing his hair off of sand and hair product, making his head feel relatively lighter. She dressed him up and he really wanted to kiss her, but all he could manage was a quick kiss and his energy was rapidly depleted once his head hit the pillow.
He was about to snuggle back into his pillow when the bedroom door slowly opened and Kristen poked her head in, smiling when she found him awake. She padded her way towards him-barefoot in that flimsy white tank top and fleece striped pajamas he was sure he’d never seen before and crawled her way up the bed beside him.
“Morning,” Kristen murmured, kissing him lightly. “I wasn’t sure you were up yet.”
“Mmm, morning,” Rob replied, sighing when she pulled away. “You didn’t have to be so careful. I sleep like the dead anyway.”
“Whatever,” she nuzzled her way through his neck before practically draping herself over his chest. “I didn’t want to risk waking you up.”
He laughed softly as Kristen looked up at him. “I’m so sorry about last night. I didn’t think I was that tired. I am not cut out to run around with llamas.”
“No, you’re definitely not.” Kristen sat up, pulling her legs together and sitting back on his propped knees. “So what do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know…” he curiously eyed the pajamas she was wearing, plucking at the soft fabric with his finger. “I didn’t know you had pajamas like these.”
“Shut up. Dad came over early in the morning, I had to get dressed,” his eyebrows went up and she snorted. “In something more appropriate than just my panties.”
Rob smiled as Kristen changed her position, curling up and resting her head on his chest. She ran her fingers through his still shortened hair, grinning goofily at him.
“You’re so warm,” she gurgles sleepily, inhaling the scent of Rob and what remained of the fresh soapy smell from last night. Rob burrows his fingers through her hair, his other hand running soothing circles along the bare skin on her hip. “Stop that. I might fall asleep.”
“We can always stay in bed.”
“Mmm, that sounds nice. We can be lazy today,” Kristen looks up and her breath leaves her in a gasp. Rob’s looking at her so intensely, his blue eyes staring at her so much she feels her heart stop and swell to amazing proportions. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he nods, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, pulling her up. “C’mere.”
Her breath hitches as he pulls her up to his eye level, his forehead resting against hers. She runs her fingers through the sides of his hair, her thumb stroking the soft skin on his temple.
“I love you,” Rob whispers and he cups his other hand around the back of her head, and Kristen burrows her face in between him and his pillow, her lips pressing kisses to where she could reach. He tightens his grip around her, pressing soft kisses on her ear. “Thank you for last night.”
It’s an intimate hug, like they were sharing one body and one soul, with them pressed together so closely. Rob gets in one of these moods once in a while, when he gets so emotionally intense it usually leaves Kristen raw and vulnerable for him, and they always find themselves wanting more.
“You know I’ll do anything for you,” she murmurs quietly, her eyes opening as she runs her fingers through his hair. “I really, really love you. So fucking much.”
His hug tightens and she relaxes in his arms, his lips pressing one last kiss on her skin. “Yeah, I love you so fucking much too.”