Drabble: Another Day
Drabble: Another Day
Author: bagsandshoesPairing: Robert Pattinson / Kristen Stewart
Rating, W. Count: PG, 386 words
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, Don’t own them.
Summary: She learned she doesn’t mind the formal part of their business.
Note: Written forset_break , the community that started my addiction.
She learned that she doesn’t mind the formal part of their business, the red carpets and the countless interviews, not when he waits for her in the car, his tie already half loosen, his hair thoroughly haggard.
He would give her a tired smile, clasp their hands together and spent the ride home in silence.
He would thank Joseph, the driver, before unlocking the front door, and releasing the quiet sigh that only she could hear.
He would trail a hand down her arm or her back as he passed her by the foyer towards their bedroom. She always gave him a few minutes to recollect, to get his equilibrium back, and it became a routine that he’d go to their bedroom while she sorts through the mail; mundane, normal actions that she held onto after being exposed for the better part of the day to the world.
She sometimes pretend that their jobs were just like any other, and that when she comes into their bedroom with two bottles of beers, and picked up his fallen jacket from the floor, they could be like any couples their age after a long day of work.
She handed him his beer, his hand curling around the bottle’s neck and her hand before kissing her knuckles as a wordless thank you.
The fallen jacket would find its way back to a hanger, the dress that her stylist had put on her would go to its respective laundry bag, and when she changed into one of Robert’s shirt, she could feel her personality slipping back onto her skin.
When she came out of the closet that night, he already drained his beer and sheepishly smiled at her when she caught him halfway through her bottle. She crossed the room and plucked the bottle out of his grasp, “That’s mine.”
“I thought we’d share,” he grinned and shyly held his arms out. She stepped into them, handing him back the bottle and she occupied her hands with untying his tie.
“I hate ties,” he muttered.
She laughed quietly, and the scene, the normalcy that she somehow found in the midst of their hectic life, made her trail her palms around his torso and hugged him to her body.
“Just another day darling,” and he kissed her on her forehead, finishing her bottle before drawing her whole body into his molding crevices.