Sunday Morning - Part 2/?
There she lay, on her stomach, in a simple tank top and jeans. Her feet were dangling off the edge of her bed. The ratty old toes of her Converse scraped along the floor.
Poor dear, her head didn’t even reach the pillow.
I crouched down beside the bed to gaze at her serene face. I could make out dark circles underneath her eyes in the faint shadows of her room.
I wasn’t sure whether I should wake her or not. It was probably one of the few nights this week that she could catch a bit of sleep. Her brows furrowed and she frowned. She rubbed her nose and sighed. My fingers combed through her shortened jet black locks. I’d admired her gusto for throwing herself into her work so wholly. Her intense work ethic always astounded me and made me love her even more. She was accustomed to changing her appearance to fit into someone else’s skin; her hair was just a part of that package. However, through all the attention our little movie had garnered, her hair had become a kind of safety net. Whenever she seemed unsure of just the right way to respond to a particular question, I’d watch her thin frame fidget. The restlessness would fly out of her fingers until she needed something, anything to hold onto, so she combed through her long auburn strands desperately. Now she could no longer hide behind her hair, her vulnerability became clearer to the world. She didn’t care about displaying weakness while in character, but she still didn’t know how to be Kristen Stewart, Hollywood ingénue.
“Kris...,” I whispered.
“Don’t go, Rob. No, don’t leave me,” she murmured as her eyes lazily opened.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. It was just a dream, hon.”
“What the hell? I must be dreaming still. You’re not really here, you’re...in New York shooting.”
“Uh, no I’m not.”
Her palm landed harshly in the middle of my chest.
“Now, now let’s not resort to physical violence, love.”
“I’m just...”
“What, surprised? That’s the effect I was going for.”
“Yeah, more like ecstatic, Rob,” she answered as she twisted forward and eased herself upright.
“Long day, hon?”
I sat on the left side of her bed.
“Fuck yeah. It’s the first time I’ve slept in a few days.”
“I can see that. You have a mark right here,” I replied, delicately thumbing her cheek where the bedsheets had indented her skin.
Her eyes followed the course of my finger, filling my whole body with tension. A tiny hand grasped my palm. She ogled my disheveled form as if she were seeing it for the first time.
“Don’t look at me like that. Go back to sleep.”
“Well, what if I don’t want to?”
She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow.
“Kristen. You’re such a petulant child.”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen you in months. You’re in my bed, and you want me to sleep? How the hell can I do that?”
“You really need some rest.”
“But I bet you could use some...relief. I know it’s been hard without me.” She grazed my inner thigh, inching dangerously close to where I had ached. I wanted her right now more than anything, but I could see how exhausted she was. She was stretching herself too thin, pushing herself so hard she was nearly broken.
“I think-“
Before I could finish my sentiment, she pushed me flat onto my back and pressed her pointer finger to my lips.
“Don’t think. Do.”
She drew her finger away and kissed my lips roughly, catching the bottom lip between her teeth.
“Oooh, so you’re just as feisty as always, or is it the new hair?”
“Shut up.” She pulled away so that her face hovered over mine. My breath hitched as my eyes trailed across her face, from her intoxicating eyes to her slender nose down to her luscious nude lips. “I’d figured my boyfriend would want to do more than talk to me if he’s sneaking into my room late at night,” she breathed into my mouth.
“Kristen. I just need you. I’m just glad to be in your presence.”
“Don’t say that. You can’t say things like that and then leave me.”
“I’m not leaving. I told you I’m not going anywhere. I’m here right now.”
“So let’s start living now.”
“Okay, but let me do all the work, dear. You need your rest.”
A smile played across her lips. “I like the sound of that.”
Poor dear, her head didn’t even reach the pillow.
I crouched down beside the bed to gaze at her serene face. I could make out dark circles underneath her eyes in the faint shadows of her room.
I wasn’t sure whether I should wake her or not. It was probably one of the few nights this week that she could catch a bit of sleep. Her brows furrowed and she frowned. She rubbed her nose and sighed. My fingers combed through her shortened jet black locks. I’d admired her gusto for throwing herself into her work so wholly. Her intense work ethic always astounded me and made me love her even more. She was accustomed to changing her appearance to fit into someone else’s skin; her hair was just a part of that package. However, through all the attention our little movie had garnered, her hair had become a kind of safety net. Whenever she seemed unsure of just the right way to respond to a particular question, I’d watch her thin frame fidget. The restlessness would fly out of her fingers until she needed something, anything to hold onto, so she combed through her long auburn strands desperately. Now she could no longer hide behind her hair, her vulnerability became clearer to the world. She didn’t care about displaying weakness while in character, but she still didn’t know how to be Kristen Stewart, Hollywood ingénue.
“Kris...,” I whispered.
“Don’t go, Rob. No, don’t leave me,” she murmured as her eyes lazily opened.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. It was just a dream, hon.”
“What the hell? I must be dreaming still. You’re not really here, you’re...in New York shooting.”
“Uh, no I’m not.”
Her palm landed harshly in the middle of my chest.
“Now, now let’s not resort to physical violence, love.”
“I’m just...”
“What, surprised? That’s the effect I was going for.”
“Yeah, more like ecstatic, Rob,” she answered as she twisted forward and eased herself upright.
“Long day, hon?”
I sat on the left side of her bed.
“Fuck yeah. It’s the first time I’ve slept in a few days.”
“I can see that. You have a mark right here,” I replied, delicately thumbing her cheek where the bedsheets had indented her skin.
Her eyes followed the course of my finger, filling my whole body with tension. A tiny hand grasped my palm. She ogled my disheveled form as if she were seeing it for the first time.
“Don’t look at me like that. Go back to sleep.”
“Well, what if I don’t want to?”
She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow.
“Kristen. You’re such a petulant child.”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen you in months. You’re in my bed, and you want me to sleep? How the hell can I do that?”
“You really need some rest.”
“But I bet you could use some...relief. I know it’s been hard without me.” She grazed my inner thigh, inching dangerously close to where I had ached. I wanted her right now more than anything, but I could see how exhausted she was. She was stretching herself too thin, pushing herself so hard she was nearly broken.
“I think-“
Before I could finish my sentiment, she pushed me flat onto my back and pressed her pointer finger to my lips.
“Don’t think. Do.”
She drew her finger away and kissed my lips roughly, catching the bottom lip between her teeth.
“Oooh, so you’re just as feisty as always, or is it the new hair?”
“Shut up.” She pulled away so that her face hovered over mine. My breath hitched as my eyes trailed across her face, from her intoxicating eyes to her slender nose down to her luscious nude lips. “I’d figured my boyfriend would want to do more than talk to me if he’s sneaking into my room late at night,” she breathed into my mouth.
“Kristen. I just need you. I’m just glad to be in your presence.”
“Don’t say that. You can’t say things like that and then leave me.”
“I’m not leaving. I told you I’m not going anywhere. I’m here right now.”
“So let’s start living now.”
“Okay, but let me do all the work, dear. You need your rest.”
A smile played across her lips. “I like the sound of that.”