Fic: Waiting; Robert/Kristen
Waiting
RPF. Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart. PG-13. 2,361 words.
Summary: “She’s not going to leave him, you know,” Nikki said.
Note: Written for afrodeesyack's prompt at twilight_rpf.
“There’s something I’d like to try,” he said softly. He cradled her cheek in one hand, his thumb softly grazing her cheekbone. His other hand moved down her back. He leans in, hesitates a breath away from her lips and then takes the plunge.
Her response is immediate, overpowering. Where he’s gentle, she’s brash and rough. Her lips moved over his urgently, her arms wrapped around him and for a second, he forgot caution, he forgot restraint. He needed her more, he needed her closer. He rubbed the silky smooth skin of her stomach and finally something snapped inside of him, brought him crashing back to reality. Or fictional reality.
He pulled away from her, trying to contain his breathing. There’s a look of utter mortification on her face.
“Oh…I…Oh,” she got out, evidently struggling with her shame.
“I’m stronger than I thought,” he said.
“Wish I could say the same.” She lowered her eyes. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He lifts her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t be. But we have to be careful.”
He swallowed, dropped his hand. Internally he braced himself for his next words. “I can never lose control with you. Ever.”
He’d lost count of how many times he had said this and yet each time was harder than the last, the words settling on his chest like a dead weight. Reality and fiction were blurring together in one strange, practically nonexistent line and the words didn’t become any less true the more they left his mouth. Robert couldn’t lose control with Kristen.
“Cut!”
He got up from the bed immediately. He didn’t want to look her in the eye, didn’t want her to see the emotions that were still much too close to the surface. If someone had told him a year ago that he’d be playing a one hundred eight year old virgin vampire, let alone being able to relate to him, he’d have laughed so hard he’d piss himself. And yet here he was. At least Edward, broody vampire that he is, had the advantage of Bella feeling the same way for him.
Robert walked away from the noise and bustle of the crew re-setting for the next shot, off to a quiet corner where he fished out his last cigarette and lit it up. He often wondered if the torture would ever end. Just when he thought he was moving on, that he had accepted that wouldn’t ever have her, he gets the call about the reshoots. And it would be fine if Catherine only wanted to shoot additional scenes. But no, she wanted to reshoot all of the pivotal and intimate Edward and Bella moments. Thankfully, this one, the bedroom scene was the last one. He’d gotten through the meadow scene just fine but having to spend hours upon hours kissing her, feeling those soft lips on his, were taking its toll.
Catherine had tried to make it easier for them (but unintentionally made it harder for him) by limiting the amount of people allowed on set for this scene. She explained that she wanted Robert and Kristen to really feel the intimacy, to feel like they were the only two people in the world and so there were barely a dozen people around, only the ones that absolutely had to be there.
Robert refused to look at her, to allow himself to even be the slightest bit aware of her. So of course she was able to sneak up on him.
“Can I bum a smoke?” She asked, leaning against the wall next to him.
“My last one.”
“Oh.”
He glanced at her, she was twirling her ring around and around her finger, her body radiated discomfort. But she was still here, standing next to him. He offered her the cigarette, holding it inches from her mouth.
“You don’t have to-”
“Take it,” he interrupted.
She looked at him for a long moment and then closed her lips around the cigarette. He dropped his hand, picked it up again and shoved it through his hair.
“Dinner tonight?”
“Don’t you have plans with Michael?”
She shrugged. “Would I be asking you if I did?”
“Chinese,” he stated, not giving her room to argue. Not that she would, it was her favorite.
-
They ended up with take out at his place. Kristen scoffed at his sparse furniture and the boxes carelessly shoved into various corners.
“Your interior decorating skills never fail to amaze me,” she said, flopping down on his couch.
He handed her a container of kung pao chicken. “I haven’t had time to really unpack.”
“Oh yes, it must be very difficult to take time out of your busy schedule of clubbing every night.”
“Every other night, actually. I do need my sleep,” he grinned. “How would you know anything about it?”
“Please. The pictures of you with your various girlfriends are all over the internet.”
“I didn’t know you kept up with that stuff. Jealous?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”
He stole a piece of her chicken and she retaliated by taking his eggroll. “You should come out with us sometime.”
She looked at him disbelievingly. “And do what? Watch you get wasted and have paparazzi follow us outside, trying to goad us to do or say something that will be their money shot?”
“Or you could let loose, have fun, and act like a teenager while you still have an excuse to!” He countered.
She seemed to deflate at that, putting down her half eaten food.
“Oh, I get it. He won’t let you, huh?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her natural defensive stance he knew. “He doesn’t let me do anything. I can do whatever I choose to do. I just don’t choose to make a public spectacle of myself.”
She picked up her jacket and stood up.
“Come on, Kris, don’t go,” he said, grabbing onto her arm.
“It’s getting late.”
“It’s barely nine.”
“We have to be on set early tomorrow, I’m tired.”
He was about to protest more but his phone started ringing.
“There’s the phone call. I’m guessing you’re not tired and you have more partying to do so I’ll just leave you to it.”
“Actually,” he held up the cell phone so that she could read the screen. “You might be interested in what she has to say.”
Kristen reluctantly sat back down.
“Hi Nikki,” he said into the phone. “Kristen is here, I’m going to put you on speaker.”
He pressed the button for the speaker and held the phone between them.
“Hey guys!” Nikki said. “This is perfect. Now I don’t have to make two phone calls.”
“What’s up?” Kristen asked.
“You guys want to have dinner tomorrow night?”
“Um,” Kristen glanced at him. “Michael and I have plans.”
Robert resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course they do.
“Oh, it’s not like a special date or anything?”
“No. Just dinner after work.”
“Cool. Then maybe Rob and I could crash? Make it a double date?”
“You know, Nikki,” he spoke up. “If you want to ask me out on a date, you can just ask directly. No need to go through these measures.”
Nikki giggled. “You wish, Pattinson.”
Kristen glared at him.
“So we’ll work out the details tomorrow, okay?” Nikki said. “What are you guys doing? Are you still on set?”
“We’re at my place,” Robert said. Kristen punched his arm.
“What?” He mouthed.
“Oh really?” Nikki’s voice perked up significantly.
“We’re just having dinner,” Kristen said. “I was just about to leave.”
“Sorry I interrupted you. Stu, call me later. Bye!”
The dial tone sounded before either of them could react. Robert turned off the phone.
“I guess we have a date tomorrow,” he said.
“No. You have a date with Nikki,” she muttered, irritation flashing across her face. “I’m sure you won’t let me get in the way of your flirting.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You sound jealous.”
“You’re delusional, Pattinson,” she stood up again and picked up her purse.
“Why are you so angry then?”
“I’m not angry. I just want to go home.”
“Take the food with you,” he gestured at the containers. “You didn’t even finish your eggroll. I know you’ll get hungry later.”
“You don’t know anything,” she snapped.
Robert was tired and his patience was wearing thin. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
She crossed her arms again, towering over him as he still sat on the couch. “Nothing.”
“Then why are you acting like such a moody bitch? You’ve been like this all fucking day. Is it that time of the month?”
“You,” she said in a low voice, “are an asshole.”
He didn’t try to stop her again as she stomped out the door, slamming it behind her. Robert groaned and lay back on the couch. He would get innumerable headaches trying to figure Kristen Stewart out.
-
She had been avoiding him all day.
In front of the cameras she was Bella Swan, completely in love with Edward Cullen. In between takes Kristen acted as if Robert didn’t exist.
He waited in her trailer. She didn’t look surprised to see him there. And not all that angry either, which encouraged him.
He stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets. “About last night, you’re right. I am an arsehole. Sorry.”
She didn’t say anything, her face remained blank. It figures that nothing he could do or say would ever please her. He walked past her to the door.
“Nikki’s coming back later to pick us up. Michael will meet us at the restaurant,” she said just as he opened the door. “And I am a bitch. But you already knew that.”
She half smiled at him and just like that things were okay between them again.
-
Filming had run over a little and they were thirty minutes late arriving at the restaurant. Michael looked irritated and Robert had to look away when Kristen kissed him soothingly.
Dinner was a tense affair. Michael didn’t seem to be in a talkative mood, Robert had no desire to engage him in idle chit chat, and Kristen looked like she would rather be anywhere else in the world than sitting in between the two of them.
Only Nikki seemed oblivious and happily talked about the fans she met on set, the love book they made for her and other things Robert couldn’t be bothered to listen to. He was just grateful that someone was talking and smiled widely at her from time to time, encouraging her to continue. He couldn’t be sure but he thought he saw Kristen frowning in his peripheral vision whenever he seemingly expressed an interest in what Nikki was saying. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
The very peak of awkwardness happened when, without thinking, he reached over to take the corn and carrots from Kristen’s plate (she hated carrots). Michael was also trying to do the very same thing and the two of them engaged in a stare down, neither of them willing to back down in their claim of Kristen’s carrots.
Even Nikki couldn’t ignore the thick cord of tension that wrapped around the table and finally, Kristen diplomatically split her corn and carrots in half and put a spoonful on each of their plates. She also took Robert’s cauliflower (he hated it) off of his plate and put it onto her own which caused Michael to leave the table. Kristen cursed and followed him.
“What the hell was that?” Nikki asked as soon as they left.
He was honestly baffled. “I dunno.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to take her food.”
“I wasn’t thinking,” he shrugged. “I do it all the time. What’s the big deal?”
Nikki looked at him pityingly. “It’s the boyfriend’s job to eat the food she doesn’t like.”
“She took my food too,” he argued.
“Exactly,” she nodded.
“Exactly what?”
“What they’re fighting about.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Here they come. Be nice,” she said, smiling brightly as Kristen and Michael walked hand in hand back to the table.
“I am nice,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for Nikki to hear. “He’s the bloody prick.”
She kicked his shin. Hard.
“Ow! Fuck!”
Kristen looked between the two of them as she took her seat again. “What’s up with you guys?”
“Nothing!” Nikki chirped and turned her attention to Michael, engaging him in a conversation which Robert tuned out while he picked at his food that he no longer had an appetite for.
He tried very hard to not look at Kristen for the rest of the meal. Or to notice that she didn’t eat the cauliflower that she took from him.
-
Dinner ended, though Robert felt like it never would. They said their goodbyes at the parking lot and Robert watched her walk away. He couldn’t help but notice that Michael held onto her arm. It was like she was a little kid or a possession of his.
“She’s not going leave him, you know,” Nikki said. “Not anytime soon, anyways.”
Robert nodded, though every part of his body, and perhaps that little organ in the left side of his chest, wanted to protest her words. His brain knew it was true.
She was different when she was with Michael. She wasn’t exactly the Kristen he knew and he didn’t know if this was a bad thing or a good thing. He supposed it depended on who the real Kristen was and who got to see her, him or Michael. The logical answer was Michael. He’d known her longer, been dating her for just about as long. But part of Robert wasn’t so sure. He found himself hoping that the movie would be successful enough to grant him more time with her to figure it out.
“But you’re willing to wait for her,” Nikki stated.
Robert didn’t say anything, which she took as answer enough.
“Wanna get drunk in the meantime?”
Michael didn’t park very far. Robert could see him opening the car door for her and Kristen giving him a quick kiss before she got in.
“Absolutely fucking pissed,” he agreed.
RPF. Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart. PG-13. 2,361 words.
Summary: “She’s not going to leave him, you know,” Nikki said.
Note: Written for afrodeesyack's prompt at twilight_rpf.
“There’s something I’d like to try,” he said softly. He cradled her cheek in one hand, his thumb softly grazing her cheekbone. His other hand moved down her back. He leans in, hesitates a breath away from her lips and then takes the plunge.
Her response is immediate, overpowering. Where he’s gentle, she’s brash and rough. Her lips moved over his urgently, her arms wrapped around him and for a second, he forgot caution, he forgot restraint. He needed her more, he needed her closer. He rubbed the silky smooth skin of her stomach and finally something snapped inside of him, brought him crashing back to reality. Or fictional reality.
He pulled away from her, trying to contain his breathing. There’s a look of utter mortification on her face.
“Oh…I…Oh,” she got out, evidently struggling with her shame.
“I’m stronger than I thought,” he said.
“Wish I could say the same.” She lowered her eyes. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He lifts her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t be. But we have to be careful.”
He swallowed, dropped his hand. Internally he braced himself for his next words. “I can never lose control with you. Ever.”
He’d lost count of how many times he had said this and yet each time was harder than the last, the words settling on his chest like a dead weight. Reality and fiction were blurring together in one strange, practically nonexistent line and the words didn’t become any less true the more they left his mouth. Robert couldn’t lose control with Kristen.
“Cut!”
He got up from the bed immediately. He didn’t want to look her in the eye, didn’t want her to see the emotions that were still much too close to the surface. If someone had told him a year ago that he’d be playing a one hundred eight year old virgin vampire, let alone being able to relate to him, he’d have laughed so hard he’d piss himself. And yet here he was. At least Edward, broody vampire that he is, had the advantage of Bella feeling the same way for him.
Robert walked away from the noise and bustle of the crew re-setting for the next shot, off to a quiet corner where he fished out his last cigarette and lit it up. He often wondered if the torture would ever end. Just when he thought he was moving on, that he had accepted that wouldn’t ever have her, he gets the call about the reshoots. And it would be fine if Catherine only wanted to shoot additional scenes. But no, she wanted to reshoot all of the pivotal and intimate Edward and Bella moments. Thankfully, this one, the bedroom scene was the last one. He’d gotten through the meadow scene just fine but having to spend hours upon hours kissing her, feeling those soft lips on his, were taking its toll.
Catherine had tried to make it easier for them (but unintentionally made it harder for him) by limiting the amount of people allowed on set for this scene. She explained that she wanted Robert and Kristen to really feel the intimacy, to feel like they were the only two people in the world and so there were barely a dozen people around, only the ones that absolutely had to be there.
Robert refused to look at her, to allow himself to even be the slightest bit aware of her. So of course she was able to sneak up on him.
“Can I bum a smoke?” She asked, leaning against the wall next to him.
“My last one.”
“Oh.”
He glanced at her, she was twirling her ring around and around her finger, her body radiated discomfort. But she was still here, standing next to him. He offered her the cigarette, holding it inches from her mouth.
“You don’t have to-”
“Take it,” he interrupted.
She looked at him for a long moment and then closed her lips around the cigarette. He dropped his hand, picked it up again and shoved it through his hair.
“Dinner tonight?”
“Don’t you have plans with Michael?”
She shrugged. “Would I be asking you if I did?”
“Chinese,” he stated, not giving her room to argue. Not that she would, it was her favorite.
-
They ended up with take out at his place. Kristen scoffed at his sparse furniture and the boxes carelessly shoved into various corners.
“Your interior decorating skills never fail to amaze me,” she said, flopping down on his couch.
He handed her a container of kung pao chicken. “I haven’t had time to really unpack.”
“Oh yes, it must be very difficult to take time out of your busy schedule of clubbing every night.”
“Every other night, actually. I do need my sleep,” he grinned. “How would you know anything about it?”
“Please. The pictures of you with your various girlfriends are all over the internet.”
“I didn’t know you kept up with that stuff. Jealous?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”
He stole a piece of her chicken and she retaliated by taking his eggroll. “You should come out with us sometime.”
She looked at him disbelievingly. “And do what? Watch you get wasted and have paparazzi follow us outside, trying to goad us to do or say something that will be their money shot?”
“Or you could let loose, have fun, and act like a teenager while you still have an excuse to!” He countered.
She seemed to deflate at that, putting down her half eaten food.
“Oh, I get it. He won’t let you, huh?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her natural defensive stance he knew. “He doesn’t let me do anything. I can do whatever I choose to do. I just don’t choose to make a public spectacle of myself.”
She picked up her jacket and stood up.
“Come on, Kris, don’t go,” he said, grabbing onto her arm.
“It’s getting late.”
“It’s barely nine.”
“We have to be on set early tomorrow, I’m tired.”
He was about to protest more but his phone started ringing.
“There’s the phone call. I’m guessing you’re not tired and you have more partying to do so I’ll just leave you to it.”
“Actually,” he held up the cell phone so that she could read the screen. “You might be interested in what she has to say.”
Kristen reluctantly sat back down.
“Hi Nikki,” he said into the phone. “Kristen is here, I’m going to put you on speaker.”
He pressed the button for the speaker and held the phone between them.
“Hey guys!” Nikki said. “This is perfect. Now I don’t have to make two phone calls.”
“What’s up?” Kristen asked.
“You guys want to have dinner tomorrow night?”
“Um,” Kristen glanced at him. “Michael and I have plans.”
Robert resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course they do.
“Oh, it’s not like a special date or anything?”
“No. Just dinner after work.”
“Cool. Then maybe Rob and I could crash? Make it a double date?”
“You know, Nikki,” he spoke up. “If you want to ask me out on a date, you can just ask directly. No need to go through these measures.”
Nikki giggled. “You wish, Pattinson.”
Kristen glared at him.
“So we’ll work out the details tomorrow, okay?” Nikki said. “What are you guys doing? Are you still on set?”
“We’re at my place,” Robert said. Kristen punched his arm.
“What?” He mouthed.
“Oh really?” Nikki’s voice perked up significantly.
“We’re just having dinner,” Kristen said. “I was just about to leave.”
“Sorry I interrupted you. Stu, call me later. Bye!”
The dial tone sounded before either of them could react. Robert turned off the phone.
“I guess we have a date tomorrow,” he said.
“No. You have a date with Nikki,” she muttered, irritation flashing across her face. “I’m sure you won’t let me get in the way of your flirting.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You sound jealous.”
“You’re delusional, Pattinson,” she stood up again and picked up her purse.
“Why are you so angry then?”
“I’m not angry. I just want to go home.”
“Take the food with you,” he gestured at the containers. “You didn’t even finish your eggroll. I know you’ll get hungry later.”
“You don’t know anything,” she snapped.
Robert was tired and his patience was wearing thin. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
She crossed her arms again, towering over him as he still sat on the couch. “Nothing.”
“Then why are you acting like such a moody bitch? You’ve been like this all fucking day. Is it that time of the month?”
“You,” she said in a low voice, “are an asshole.”
He didn’t try to stop her again as she stomped out the door, slamming it behind her. Robert groaned and lay back on the couch. He would get innumerable headaches trying to figure Kristen Stewart out.
-
She had been avoiding him all day.
In front of the cameras she was Bella Swan, completely in love with Edward Cullen. In between takes Kristen acted as if Robert didn’t exist.
He waited in her trailer. She didn’t look surprised to see him there. And not all that angry either, which encouraged him.
He stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets. “About last night, you’re right. I am an arsehole. Sorry.”
She didn’t say anything, her face remained blank. It figures that nothing he could do or say would ever please her. He walked past her to the door.
“Nikki’s coming back later to pick us up. Michael will meet us at the restaurant,” she said just as he opened the door. “And I am a bitch. But you already knew that.”
She half smiled at him and just like that things were okay between them again.
-
Filming had run over a little and they were thirty minutes late arriving at the restaurant. Michael looked irritated and Robert had to look away when Kristen kissed him soothingly.
Dinner was a tense affair. Michael didn’t seem to be in a talkative mood, Robert had no desire to engage him in idle chit chat, and Kristen looked like she would rather be anywhere else in the world than sitting in between the two of them.
Only Nikki seemed oblivious and happily talked about the fans she met on set, the love book they made for her and other things Robert couldn’t be bothered to listen to. He was just grateful that someone was talking and smiled widely at her from time to time, encouraging her to continue. He couldn’t be sure but he thought he saw Kristen frowning in his peripheral vision whenever he seemingly expressed an interest in what Nikki was saying. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
The very peak of awkwardness happened when, without thinking, he reached over to take the corn and carrots from Kristen’s plate (she hated carrots). Michael was also trying to do the very same thing and the two of them engaged in a stare down, neither of them willing to back down in their claim of Kristen’s carrots.
Even Nikki couldn’t ignore the thick cord of tension that wrapped around the table and finally, Kristen diplomatically split her corn and carrots in half and put a spoonful on each of their plates. She also took Robert’s cauliflower (he hated it) off of his plate and put it onto her own which caused Michael to leave the table. Kristen cursed and followed him.
“What the hell was that?” Nikki asked as soon as they left.
He was honestly baffled. “I dunno.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to take her food.”
“I wasn’t thinking,” he shrugged. “I do it all the time. What’s the big deal?”
Nikki looked at him pityingly. “It’s the boyfriend’s job to eat the food she doesn’t like.”
“She took my food too,” he argued.
“Exactly,” she nodded.
“Exactly what?”
“What they’re fighting about.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Here they come. Be nice,” she said, smiling brightly as Kristen and Michael walked hand in hand back to the table.
“I am nice,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for Nikki to hear. “He’s the bloody prick.”
She kicked his shin. Hard.
“Ow! Fuck!”
Kristen looked between the two of them as she took her seat again. “What’s up with you guys?”
“Nothing!” Nikki chirped and turned her attention to Michael, engaging him in a conversation which Robert tuned out while he picked at his food that he no longer had an appetite for.
He tried very hard to not look at Kristen for the rest of the meal. Or to notice that she didn’t eat the cauliflower that she took from him.
-
Dinner ended, though Robert felt like it never would. They said their goodbyes at the parking lot and Robert watched her walk away. He couldn’t help but notice that Michael held onto her arm. It was like she was a little kid or a possession of his.
“She’s not going leave him, you know,” Nikki said. “Not anytime soon, anyways.”
Robert nodded, though every part of his body, and perhaps that little organ in the left side of his chest, wanted to protest her words. His brain knew it was true.
She was different when she was with Michael. She wasn’t exactly the Kristen he knew and he didn’t know if this was a bad thing or a good thing. He supposed it depended on who the real Kristen was and who got to see her, him or Michael. The logical answer was Michael. He’d known her longer, been dating her for just about as long. But part of Robert wasn’t so sure. He found himself hoping that the movie would be successful enough to grant him more time with her to figure it out.
“But you’re willing to wait for her,” Nikki stated.
Robert didn’t say anything, which she took as answer enough.
“Wanna get drunk in the meantime?”
Michael didn’t park very far. Robert could see him opening the car door for her and Kristen giving him a quick kiss before she got in.
“Absolutely fucking pissed,” he agreed.