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Title: This Is Your Wake-Up Call
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: RPF, Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart
Kristen crawled out of bed without a stitch on, stumbling across the dark hotel room. The plush carpet felt good under her tingling toes, which had evidently been trapped under under his much larger and heavier legs for the majority of the night.
Entering the bathroom, she slapped at the wall for the light as she yawned and wished there was a coffee maker beside the shower. Now that would be sweet. She'd have to ask hotel management about it.
Opening one eye warily, she managed to make it into the shower, twisting the knobs. She shrieked as the water ran ice cold for a few seconds before quickly warming to a much more pleasureable heat. For a few minutes, Kristen just stood there, letting the steam clear her senses, and the water run hot over her aching back and thighs.
As her brain awoke and her thoughts became more that little noises and grunts, she managed to regain enough sense to reach for her shampoo bottle, only to find it wasn't on the corner shelf where she'd left it.
There was a chuckle behind her, and she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the grinning mass of man behind her.
God, she'd been horrified to realize despite the drinking and the pot and the late nights, he was a morning person.
And what's more -- that he enjoyed them.
Robert leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to her mouth, chaste and loving. He nuzzled her temple briefly with his nose as his hands flipped the cap on her shampoo and squirted a generous helping into his palm. Gently, he worked both his hands into hair, rubbing the tips of his fingers into the pressure points at certain places on her skull. With a delighted hum, she fell against him, suddenly feeling the urge to stretch, purr, and curl into him as she fell back into a nice dreamless sleep.
Robert's hands, those lovely, talented hands, began making their way down, rubbing the soap into her neck and shoulders.
He turned her around and began to wash her back, letting his fingers dance along her spine, pressing each individual vertebrae with the pads of his thumb. Kristen's knees finally gave out, and she fell back against Rob's chest, half asleep already.
"Put the magic wand away, hot shot. Too damn early," she muttered, even as she turned her head to kiss his nipple and pressed her backside against his cock.
"No such thing, darling. And you love my wand. Though I'd say it was more a staff--"
"Bullshit. I saw Harry Potter."
"I don't think I like what you're implying."
She nipped at his chest, and he hissed, the action effectively derailing his next thought. His hands came around to her front, palming her breasts as his slippery digits rolled her nipples. Rob walked her forwards, towards the wall, one of his arms hooking across her chest as the other crawled down her hip towards her sex, cupping it lightly, his fingertips dipping in and out of her folds with the speed of a humming bird.
Kristen groaned reaching her hands out to brace against the tile as he cock rubbed against her lower back. He pushed her forward a bit, and her back smoothed into an arch, a graceful curve. With a single smooth stroke, he pushed inside her, keeping his thrusts shallow and slow.
With a start, instantly followed by a deep moan, she realized this wasn't a simple morning fuck, the most pleasurable of wake up calls. This was Robert, making love to her, sensual and erotic and she let all sorts of sounds and nonsensical words fall from her mouth as sparks of pure electricity tingled between her thighs.
It was long, and sweet and the most pure and clean moment of her life, the warm water cascading over her body and Robert playing it like one of his musical instruments. The orgasm, when it finally hit, was sudden and drawn out, a pulse that shot from her womb to the tips of her fingers and each of her toes. She sobbed his name over and over, pressing her forehead against the cooled tile as he pressed kisses all over her back, and then he was coming too, a half dozen quick jerks and a groan that made her want to do it all over again.
When she came down, she turned in his arms and smiled, content and so utterly in love.
Not that she'd tell him that.
"Good morning."
"Best morning."
Not yet, anyways.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: RPF, Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart
Kristen crawled out of bed without a stitch on, stumbling across the dark hotel room. The plush carpet felt good under her tingling toes, which had evidently been trapped under under his much larger and heavier legs for the majority of the night.
Entering the bathroom, she slapped at the wall for the light as she yawned and wished there was a coffee maker beside the shower. Now that would be sweet. She'd have to ask hotel management about it.
Opening one eye warily, she managed to make it into the shower, twisting the knobs. She shrieked as the water ran ice cold for a few seconds before quickly warming to a much more pleasureable heat. For a few minutes, Kristen just stood there, letting the steam clear her senses, and the water run hot over her aching back and thighs.
As her brain awoke and her thoughts became more that little noises and grunts, she managed to regain enough sense to reach for her shampoo bottle, only to find it wasn't on the corner shelf where she'd left it.
There was a chuckle behind her, and she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the grinning mass of man behind her.
God, she'd been horrified to realize despite the drinking and the pot and the late nights, he was a morning person.
And what's more -- that he enjoyed them.
Robert leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to her mouth, chaste and loving. He nuzzled her temple briefly with his nose as his hands flipped the cap on her shampoo and squirted a generous helping into his palm. Gently, he worked both his hands into hair, rubbing the tips of his fingers into the pressure points at certain places on her skull. With a delighted hum, she fell against him, suddenly feeling the urge to stretch, purr, and curl into him as she fell back into a nice dreamless sleep.
Robert's hands, those lovely, talented hands, began making their way down, rubbing the soap into her neck and shoulders.
He turned her around and began to wash her back, letting his fingers dance along her spine, pressing each individual vertebrae with the pads of his thumb. Kristen's knees finally gave out, and she fell back against Rob's chest, half asleep already.
"Put the magic wand away, hot shot. Too damn early," she muttered, even as she turned her head to kiss his nipple and pressed her backside against his cock.
"No such thing, darling. And you love my wand. Though I'd say it was more a staff--"
"Bullshit. I saw Harry Potter."
"I don't think I like what you're implying."
She nipped at his chest, and he hissed, the action effectively derailing his next thought. His hands came around to her front, palming her breasts as his slippery digits rolled her nipples. Rob walked her forwards, towards the wall, one of his arms hooking across her chest as the other crawled down her hip towards her sex, cupping it lightly, his fingertips dipping in and out of her folds with the speed of a humming bird.
Kristen groaned reaching her hands out to brace against the tile as he cock rubbed against her lower back. He pushed her forward a bit, and her back smoothed into an arch, a graceful curve. With a single smooth stroke, he pushed inside her, keeping his thrusts shallow and slow.
With a start, instantly followed by a deep moan, she realized this wasn't a simple morning fuck, the most pleasurable of wake up calls. This was Robert, making love to her, sensual and erotic and she let all sorts of sounds and nonsensical words fall from her mouth as sparks of pure electricity tingled between her thighs.
It was long, and sweet and the most pure and clean moment of her life, the warm water cascading over her body and Robert playing it like one of his musical instruments. The orgasm, when it finally hit, was sudden and drawn out, a pulse that shot from her womb to the tips of her fingers and each of her toes. She sobbed his name over and over, pressing her forehead against the cooled tile as he pressed kisses all over her back, and then he was coming too, a half dozen quick jerks and a groan that made her want to do it all over again.
When she came down, she turned in his arms and smiled, content and so utterly in love.
Not that she'd tell him that.
"Good morning."
"Best morning."
Not yet, anyways.