Pretty girl

[whaddyasay]

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Title: Pretty girl
Author: whaddyasay
Pairing: Robert/Kristen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
Notes: For girlnamediandra who made the pretty, pretty video for this story. And no, it's not a drabble anymore. ;)

“Hello, beautiful.”

Rob crawled over the ridiculously enormous bed towards his girlfriend, a wide spread grin plastered on his face. She looked up at him curiously from her reading and blinks once. Twice. Three times.

“Beautiful, huh,” she repeats, smiling when he kissed her softly, her eyes sparkling delightedly every time they touch. “I look like I come from the land of bedheads from hell.”

He laughed and kissed her again before sitting up, propping his head up against the headboard. He stared at Kristen for a moment, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear.

“I guess you should be happy I always think you’re beautiful. Bedhead or no bedhead.”

And she really was beautiful. Sure, her eyes were slightly glassy from all the reading she’d been doing the whole afternoon but they were still bright and pretty and green. Her hair was pulled up into some sort of messy ponytail thing he couldn’t understand and she probably took a nap earlier because of the knots in her hair, but he thinks she’s still perfect. Everything about her was just perfect.

So maybe he was a little bit biased. Not that he particularly cared about that bit of information, but yeah, he was biased. And maybe a little bit smitten. And in love.

She raised her eyebrows at him, breaking him out of his trance.

“Compliments can only get you up to a certain point Rob,” she mumbled, grinning at him and patting his cheek lightly. “But thanks for trying anyway.”

Rob looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t believe me?”

Of course she doesn’t believe him. She’s got something close to an automated compliment rejection program implanted in her brain. She never took to compliments well and he hated it because he liked telling her these things.

Like how she was beautiful, and smart, and funny…

Kristen rolled her eyes. “Mmm,” she placed the script she was reading on the bedside table, shifting so he could face him. “The pretty comes and goes, baby.”

His hands slipped underneath the thin cotton of the tank top she was wearing as he pulled her close, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. Kristen’s fingers tangled with the hair on the back of his head, gripping him lightly while Rob continued kissing her.

“Of course not. You’re always pretty,” he mumbled in between butterfly kisses. Rob pulled away from her for a bit, smiling when he found Kristen worrying her lip between her teeth. “And you’re the best girl ever. My amazingly, beautiful girlfriend.”

Kristen snorted and her eyes widened in surprise when Rob leaned over, his lips parted open for a kiss. She opened up to him and she sighed contentedly, sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip before he pulled back, both of them gasping for air.

“When are you going to believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful?” Rob asked, his forefinger now tracing her swollen lips. Kristen shrugged, playfully biting on his finger. “OW!”

“I don’t know, depends on the situation.”

He rolled his eyes. “Always so self-deprecating.”

“HA!” She exclaimed, poking him on the shoulder. “Look who’s talking, Mr. I-think-I-am-an-idiot-most-of-the-time. And I’m not self-deprecating. Plus, you don’t need to lay on the compliments Rob, I don’t need it.”

“But what if I just want to say it?”

Because he always wants to say it. He’s not afraid to admit it, but he does worship the ground she walks on. He’s totally in love with her. He doesn’t even know how to explain it.

She wrinkled her nose, tugging lightly on his hair. “Um… Well, I’m just saying, you don’t have to.”

Rob huffed and he pouted comically, his forearms flexing as he hovered above her, a manic glint in his eyes. Kristen barely had time to process what was happening when Rob skimmed one of his hands over her ribs, his fingers tickling her mercilessly on all sides.

“Rob…” Kristen squealed, squirming and flailing and flapping about. “Rob… HA HA… OH MY GOD… HA HA… fuck… Rob… shit… HA HA… fuck… stop Rob… stop, stop… shit, give up… give HA HA… stop! Stop!”

He stopped his attack on her, brushing his nose against the side of her face before kissing her cheek. She swatted at him playfully, half-heartedly pushing him away.

“I hate you,” she whined, clawing at his shirt. “You’re mean.”

Rob laughed at her, his hand brushing away the messy clumps of hair covering her eyes.

“Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you know,” he said knowingly as he brushed his lips all over, pressing tiny kisses on random parts of her skin. “Even if you never let me tell you you’re pretty and you hate me.”

Kristen rolled her eyes, clucking her tongue. “That was sappy. And I don’t hate you. But you have to stop doing that tickling thing.”

“I know. But I do love you, yeah?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Would it be less sweet if I just said ‘Right back ‘atcha, babe?’”

Rob chuckled and he rolled over to his side, keeping his fingers tangled with Kristen’s hair. She sighed as she curled up beside him and he just watched her in that comfortable little bubble they’re always in, her body so close to him that he feels like everything’s alive. They’re alive.

She’s staring right back at him and her eyes make him feel like he’s going under, making him all warm and fuzzy and happy all over. He was on the edge of sleep and his eyes were struggling to keep awake when Kristen turned her head and pulled him close, their faces inches away from each other.

“Rob?” She whispered, poking him lightly. He opened one eye sleepily, leaning against Kristen’s palm.

“Mmmm?”

Kristen pressed her lips against his and Rob hummed happily, their foreheads knocking against each other. She grinned, pecking him again and again. “Love you right back, baby.”