Fic: Trap; Robert/Kristen
Trap
RPF. Kristen Stewart, Nikki Reed; Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart, mention of Ashley/Jackson. PG. 693 words.
Summary: Nikki and Kristen engage in some good ol' girl talk. Well, Nikki engages Kristen.
Note: Just a silly little piece that I came up with. It was interfering with my writing other stuff so I had to get it down.
Kristen Stewart had a headache.
It was MTV’s fault. The billion interviews she had to give them yesterday in the biting cold wind. She sighed dramatically, covering her eyes with her arm. She did not sign up for this.
The door of her trailer opened, bringing a gust of wind with it.
She groaned. “Go away!”
“Hello to you too, cranky.”
Kristen peeked out from under her arm to see Nikki standing over her.
“You’ll never guess what!” She bounced excitedly for a moment and then shoved Kristen’s legs aside so that she could sit down on the couch.
“Nikki, I have a headache. I really just want to sleep.”
“Ashley and Jackson are doing it,” she said in a rush.
Kristen looked at her fully now. “So? We all knew that they wanted in each other’s pants badly. Now please, let me get some sleep!”
“No! I mean they really are doing it. I caught them in Ashley’s trailer just now,” Nikki all but squealed.
“About fucking time,” she muttered. “Wait, you saw them having sex?”
“They were about to,” She giggled. “I totally called this. They’ve been dancing around each other since we got here.”
Kristen sighed and sat up completely. Nikki was in gossip mode, there was no getting rid of her now. “Nikki, everyone here with eyes called it.”
“So…” She pursed her lips in contemplation, acting as if Kristen hadn’t spoken. “Ashley and Jackson are paired up. And you’re taken, Kellan is taken,” she pouted at this. “I guess that leaves me and Rob.”
Kristen stared at her blankly. “Leaves you and Rob what?”
“Do you think he’s good in bed?”
Her eyes widened. “Nikki!”
“What?” She laughed. “Katie said he was.”
Kristen’s stomach lurched. Her head pounded. She felt like she going to be sick, head in the toilet sick.
“Are you alright, Kris? You look green.” Nikki’s voice sounded far more amused than it should have been, considering the circumstances.
“Rob and Katie…” She trailed off.
“No! Relax I’m just messing with you.”
Kristen glared at her.
“They didn’t sleep together that I know of. And I know everything that goes down around here.”
"You're taken," she said and ran a hand through her hair and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table.
Nikki acted as if she hadn't heard her but slapped her hand away. “Not when you have a headache. It makes it worse, believe me.”
Kristen glared at her again.
“Touchy subject, huh?” She smirked. “Well, I guess Rob is taken after all. Oh well, not my type anyways. He’s kind of moody, don’t you think?”
“It’s his character. He gets more serious when he’s trying to get into Edward’s mind set,” Kristen saw the smug look on Nikki’s face and promptly shut up. This whole thing had been a trap and she had walked right into it.
“You’re so annoying,” she sighed. “He is not taken by the way. Do whatever you want. Like I fucking care. Though your boyfriend might.”
Nikki smiled brilliantly and played with her blonde hair, piling it on top of her head. “I think he likes you.”
"Your boyfriend?"
Nikki rolled her eyes. "Rob!"
"He does not."
She shrugged. “Mike’s great and all but I think you two should have some kind of freebie rule because that ass is just begging to be tapped.”
Kristen threw a pillow at her. “God, you’re making my headache worse,” she flopped down onto her back again, putting her legs on Nikki’s lap.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Come in!” Nikki called.
Kristen groaned. “No don’t!”
“Jesus, what do I have to do to get some sleep?” She mumbled
The door opened and speak of the devil, it was Robert. Nikki smirked down at Kristen.
“Oh, hi,” He said. “I was going to see if you wanted to run lines, Kristen. But if you’re busy…”
“No no, she’s not busy,” Nikki said quickly. “I was just leaving. You two go ahead and…run lines.”
She stood up and squeezed past Rob out the door, turning back to wink at Kristen who had sat up in interest, headache seemingly forgotten.
RPF. Kristen Stewart, Nikki Reed; Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart, mention of Ashley/Jackson. PG. 693 words.
Summary: Nikki and Kristen engage in some good ol' girl talk. Well, Nikki engages Kristen.
Note: Just a silly little piece that I came up with. It was interfering with my writing other stuff so I had to get it down.
Kristen Stewart had a headache.
It was MTV’s fault. The billion interviews she had to give them yesterday in the biting cold wind. She sighed dramatically, covering her eyes with her arm. She did not sign up for this.
The door of her trailer opened, bringing a gust of wind with it.
She groaned. “Go away!”
“Hello to you too, cranky.”
Kristen peeked out from under her arm to see Nikki standing over her.
“You’ll never guess what!” She bounced excitedly for a moment and then shoved Kristen’s legs aside so that she could sit down on the couch.
“Nikki, I have a headache. I really just want to sleep.”
“Ashley and Jackson are doing it,” she said in a rush.
Kristen looked at her fully now. “So? We all knew that they wanted in each other’s pants badly. Now please, let me get some sleep!”
“No! I mean they really are doing it. I caught them in Ashley’s trailer just now,” Nikki all but squealed.
“About fucking time,” she muttered. “Wait, you saw them having sex?”
“They were about to,” She giggled. “I totally called this. They’ve been dancing around each other since we got here.”
Kristen sighed and sat up completely. Nikki was in gossip mode, there was no getting rid of her now. “Nikki, everyone here with eyes called it.”
“So…” She pursed her lips in contemplation, acting as if Kristen hadn’t spoken. “Ashley and Jackson are paired up. And you’re taken, Kellan is taken,” she pouted at this. “I guess that leaves me and Rob.”
Kristen stared at her blankly. “Leaves you and Rob what?”
“Do you think he’s good in bed?”
Her eyes widened. “Nikki!”
“What?” She laughed. “Katie said he was.”
Kristen’s stomach lurched. Her head pounded. She felt like she going to be sick, head in the toilet sick.
“Are you alright, Kris? You look green.” Nikki’s voice sounded far more amused than it should have been, considering the circumstances.
“Rob and Katie…” She trailed off.
“No! Relax I’m just messing with you.”
Kristen glared at her.
“They didn’t sleep together that I know of. And I know everything that goes down around here.”
"You're taken," she said and ran a hand through her hair and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table.
Nikki acted as if she hadn't heard her but slapped her hand away. “Not when you have a headache. It makes it worse, believe me.”
Kristen glared at her again.
“Touchy subject, huh?” She smirked. “Well, I guess Rob is taken after all. Oh well, not my type anyways. He’s kind of moody, don’t you think?”
“It’s his character. He gets more serious when he’s trying to get into Edward’s mind set,” Kristen saw the smug look on Nikki’s face and promptly shut up. This whole thing had been a trap and she had walked right into it.
“You’re so annoying,” she sighed. “He is not taken by the way. Do whatever you want. Like I fucking care. Though your boyfriend might.”
Nikki smiled brilliantly and played with her blonde hair, piling it on top of her head. “I think he likes you.”
"Your boyfriend?"
Nikki rolled her eyes. "Rob!"
"He does not."
She shrugged. “Mike’s great and all but I think you two should have some kind of freebie rule because that ass is just begging to be tapped.”
Kristen threw a pillow at her. “God, you’re making my headache worse,” she flopped down onto her back again, putting her legs on Nikki’s lap.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Come in!” Nikki called.
Kristen groaned. “No don’t!”
“Jesus, what do I have to do to get some sleep?” She mumbled
The door opened and speak of the devil, it was Robert. Nikki smirked down at Kristen.
“Oh, hi,” He said. “I was going to see if you wanted to run lines, Kristen. But if you’re busy…”
“No no, she’s not busy,” Nikki said quickly. “I was just leaving. You two go ahead and…run lines.”
She stood up and squeezed past Rob out the door, turning back to wink at Kristen who had sat up in interest, headache seemingly forgotten.