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Title: Such Certain Ambiguity
Rating: Mild R for language
Pairing: R/K...duh
Summary: Late night visits. Set back in the good ol' days of filming twilight.
Disclaimer: I don't own them...sad day.
As the steady rain beat down upon the roof of Rob's apartment, he lay sprawled out on the couch--his limbs hanging off the sides totally limp with exhaustion. His exhaustion did not come from physical exertion, but rather from the complicated mess that was his thoughts. He missed her. Fuck, it had only been a matter of hours from when he had seen her on set. But it was Friday night, their night. The night when they could forget about the struggles of filming, and simply be together. While the rest of the cast would go out and party, they prefered to stay in and 'run lines' or 'get extra rehearsal time in.' Everyone had always mocked their closeness, laughing at their idea of a fun and recognizing the growing bond between them. Although they sensed that very bond, they never could truly understand just how deep their connection was. Never before had Rob felt so helplessly in love. She managed to take his heart for her own and lord knew he would never get it back. He wouldn't ever want that though. Even if he did it would be a mere fraction of the original--beating just enough to keep him alive, but never escalating to the level his chest pounded each time she entered a room.
Tonight Kristen would be spending their night with her boyfriend. He couldn't even manage to call him that without feeling the vile rise in his throat. He knew she was scared of leaving behind what was safe to her, so he waited. He would wait as long as it took until he could finally call her his own. Even if a decade passed with their love still consisting of hidden text messages and late night hotel room visits, he could make do. She was worth that much. He wouldn't dare to ask for more, for she had already given him everything he needed to breathe. Just her being Kristen was more than what he deserved. They gave every bit of themselves to each other, but yet she always had the upper-hand on him. She would take more and more of him, always asking and him always supplying. And though confessions of love fell softly from her lips, she did not have the strength to scream it to the world. Rob would excuse this, hoping that one day they could walk hand in hand for everyone to see. She was the most thunderous storm in his sky, but the light that unfailingly followed never ceased to calm the tragedy of their situation.
Now Rob lay stuck in the same position on the sofa--a cigarette held loosely between his lips, letting the nicotine fill his lungs and take over his thoughts. The couch felt empty without her next to him, her body snuggled against his own and her head placed perfectly on his chest.
Just as he began to let the rain lull him to sleep, he heard a pounding at the door. It was a little before midnight as he dragged himself slowly away from the couch, cursing as he tripped over an empty Heneiken bottle. 'Fuck, chill out...I'm coming.' He swung open the door, surprised to see the very person he had hoped for. She was drenched by the rain--her favorite t-shirt of his clung to her skin and her jeans stuck tightly to her legs.
"Kris...what are you doing here?' She paused, shaking her head and running her hand nervously through her wet hair. 'I...I missed you. I needed to see you.' Leaning against the door frame, he scoffed, 'Yeah, well apparently not as much as your...Michael.' She hung her head, not standing to see the sadness that was so present in his eyes. He continued, 'Just leave...please. I can't stand to see what I'm losing.' Taking a deep breath, Kristen looked up searching his pain-filled eyes. 'You're not losing me, Rob. I'm here, dammit! Every second I spent with him tonight, I thought of your stupid fucking british ass. Because I admit it okay...I love you, I fucking love you so much I can't even think straight right now. I...' Before she could finish her rambling, Rob cut her off--silencing her with his lips. Tugging on her damp shirt, he pulled her inside, pushing her against the door. His lips search hers, parting them with his tongue as he explores her mouth. Kissing his way down her neck, her head falls back with a thud, as a moan escapes her lips. Her hands clench at his messy hair, pulling him as close as possible. Grabbing the back of her thighs, he lifts her up--her limbs clinging around his body. Never stopping his sweet invasion of her mouth, he carries her to his bedroom. Setting her down carefully, he moves standing between her parted legs. Their lips break apart, as a sigh escapes her mouth. They stay like this for a while--their foreheads pushed together, Rob inhaling her shaky breaths...his eyes closed tightly, savoring the feel of her all around him. 'You know...its only 11:56...which is technically still our date night. Which means I'm not as much of a screw up as I feel.' Leaning away from her, he takes a look at her tear-stained face before stroking them away with his thumbs. 'You're here now, aren't you?'
She nods, her eyes green pools of emotion. 'I'm here.'
AN: I'm planning on continuing this, but I'm kind of unsure right now. This will be my first multi-chapter fic, so we'll see how it goes.