Robcapades: Love In An Elevator
Title: Love In An Elevator
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: Robert Pattinson/?
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/humor/crack
Length: One-shot
Summary: Meh, just read it!
A/N: Before I wrote kpop fics, there was this! Sorry if there are mistakes, I literally haven't opened these files in over two years.
He stepped into the elevator and punched in the floor he was headed to. He always wondered why there were so many skyscrapers in New York. Why did the corporations feel the need to compete with each other in such a petty way?
“My building’s taller than yours,” he muttered snidely, then laughed as he realized how stupid he sounded. Feminists might say it’s just another way for men to assert their masculinity and power, he thought. Instead of using a yard-stick to measure their dicks, they’re competing with the heights of their buildings.
He paused for a moment. When did I become a feminist? This is very worrying…
His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the doors as he reached his destination. He walked out onto the 50th floor and headed to the office at the end of the hall: the big one with the huge, gold doors.
It was some time later that he resurfaced. He shuffled along wearily, glad to be alone. He really hated meetings. If he didn’t love acting so much, it really wouldn’t bother him to quit. All the business wheeling and dealing, the ass-kissing: it wasn’t his style. He sat there, nodded, spoke when he had to and made his escape as soon as it was possible.
“Thank God for agents,” he murmured as he stepped into the elevator. He selected the ground floor and watched as the doors closed. He stared at his reflection in the brass doors. He did not look good. He looked like a man on the verge. The verge of what, he wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
His reflection was interrupted as the doors opened and a girl stepped in. He glanced up at the floor counter. Twenty-five floors to go.
The girl smiled as she walked in and punched the ground floor. He gave a half-hearted smile and shifted to one side of the carriage.
The elevator seemed to be descending slowly. He didn’t remember it taking that long to get to the top. Or maybe you were too busy with your feminist rant to notice, a small voice teased.
He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped but tried to cover it with a cough when he saw the girl glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
Suddenly the elevator came to a grinding halt, the loud noise reverberating around the cab as darkness descended.
He heard the girl cry out as the elevator groaned again and automatically reached a hand out to her. She latched onto it and threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck. He froze, startled by her reaction, before forcing himself to relax enough to pat her on the back.
“It’s okay. I’m sure everything will be sorted out soon.” His voice was calm and soothing, relaying to her that he wasn’t at all concerned.
They stayed like that for a while, until she seemed to remember that she was hyperventilating on a stranger. She pulled back immediately, thankful that he couldn’t see her blush in the darkness.
“I’m so sorry,” she quickly apologized, her words rushed and hiccupy as she still sought to catch her breath. “It’s just that I’m claustrophobic and, I’m so ashamed to admit this, afraid of the dark.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m not too fond of small, enclosed spaces myself.”
Suddenly, the emergency lights came on, accompanied by a voice over the intercom. “We are experiencing electrical difficulties. I know that some of you are trapped in the elevators. Please, and I stress the urgency of this, do not try to exit the cab. Do not attempt to open the doors and do not, I repeat, do not open the emergency hatch on top. The electricity may come on at any second and any of these acts may cause bodily harm. We are working as quickly as possible to restore all function. Please be patient. Thank you.”
He sighed and slid down to the ground, his arms dangling from their perch on his knees. “It looks like we may be here a while.”
The girl seemed to freeze where she stood, her eyes widening in fear as she shook her head. “No, no, no, no, no…”
“Shh.” He reached up and took her hand, pulling her down beside him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, gave a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. What do you usually do when you get claustrophobic?”
“Get out!” she replied immediately.
He rolled his eyes. “Well, what do you do if you can’t get out?”
“Well…” she thought for a moment. “If I can get distracted then I’m usually okay.”
He nodded. “Well, that’s what you need then: a distraction. Should be simple enough.”
He glanced down at her, really looking at her for the first time. She was cute, in a homey kind of way. Curly, shoulder length, blond hair; a petite figure. He couldn’t see her face that well in the light but from the brief glance he’d cast at her when she’d entered, he remembered she had a nice smile.
“Let’s talk. What were you doing here today?”
She took a big gulp of air before answering. “I had an audition for a movie.”
“What movie is it? Do you think you got the part?”
“I don’t really know the specifics of it. They had me read a generic piece of material; I don’t think it’s actually from the movie script. They seemed to be pretty hush-hush about that. I guess they just wanted to see if I could bring across whatever they’re looking for. I think I did well. They seemed pleased with my performance.”
She pulled back slightly and looked up at him with a slight smile. “What are you doing here, Robert? Signing a multi-million dollar deal for your next big movie?”
He wasn’t surprised that she knew who he was but he was grateful that she hadn’t jumped him the minute she saw him in the elevator. She didn’t seem the type.
He shrugged noncommittally. “Something like that.”
She nodded, leaning away from him slightly. “I feel better now. This is working.” She sent him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
He smiled back. “Glad I could help.”
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Oh, he’s so fuckin’ hot! If I wasn’t trying so hard not to faint, I’d totally jump him right now!
It was true that she was claustrophobic: she was hanging on by a thread. But her claustrophobia was only part of the reason she couldn’t breathe properly. The other reason was that she was trapped in an elevator with Robert Pattinson. Robert. Fucking. Pattinson. How did she get so lucky?
Ugh, why couldn’t he be naked? That’s all the distraction I need! Although I’m sure I’d be hyperventilating for a whole other reason then. I wonder what he looks like naked. He’s supposed to be hung, isn’t he? That’s the rumor anyway.
She decided then and there that she was going to make the best of the situation. It wasn’t every day that you found yourself trapped in an elevator with Edward Cullen himself. Who knew if she’d see him again after today? Who knew if they’d live after today. The elevator could collapse and kill them. It wasn’t common but it could happen. She nodded to herself.
He caught the movement and raised a questioning eyebrow, to which she responded with an innocent smile.
Now, now, we mustn’t make him think we’re disturbed or anything. That would not be helpful at all.
“You look tired, Rob,” she commented in what she hoped was a concerned voice.
He sighed and wiped a hand over his face. “Yeah, I was thinking that before you came in.”
“Would you like a massage?” she offered quickly. Where the hell did that come from, she instantly chastised herself. Do you want him to think you’re a nut? One of those crazy fans who just wants to have their way with him?
It’s not untrue, another voice pointed out.
Rob looked at her sharply, his body stiffening as he assessed his surroundings. She seemed harmless enough but he knew how quickly that could change. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that a woman launched herself at him outside the airport?
“Um…”
“Oh, my gosh, I’m so embarrassed!” She covered her face with her hands, her voice genuinely repentant. “I know how that must have sounded. I’m so sorry, it’s just that, you do seem tense and tired and well, I’ve been told I give really good massages and I’m starting to feel nervous again and the distraction really was working…”
As she rambled on, he felt himself relaxing again, a smile tilting the corner of his lips. She’s just trying to be nice, he thought. It’s the nerves getting to her.
“Sure. A massage sounds good.”
She looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”
He shrugged. “If it’ll help you take your mind off our situation, why not?” He turned his back to her and slouched so she would have easier access. “Personally, I think I’m getting the better end of the deal,” he joked.
Her hands were tentative when they first touched his shoulders but became more confident when he seemed to be relaxing beneath them. They talked as she worked and she could feel herself falling under his spell. It was enough that he was so physically attractive, the mere unconscious movements of his body sufficed to turn a woman on, but as she listened to him, the sweet music that was his voice and the intelligence behind it made her become aware of the stirrings in her body.
She was getting hot.
“Phew!” she dropped her hands for a second, exaggeratingly tugging at her clothes. “It’s so hot in here!”
“Yeah, it is.” He reached behind his neck and pulled at the collar of his shirt, which clung to the damp skin at his neck.
She cast a sidelong glance at him. “Rob…would you mind terribly if I just took my top off? It’s bad enough we’re stuck in here but it’s so uncomfortable too. I’ll stay behind you at all times, you won’t have to see a thing.”
Rob stared at her unblinkingly for a minute. Was she for real, he wondered. Yes, he was a celebrity but was she really okay with getting half-naked in front of a stranger? Or perhaps it was the nerves talking again.
It’s not like you’ll mind. That lecherous voice that he tried so hard to ignore reared its ugly head. A free show is a free show.
It had a point.
He shook his head and turned away. “No, you go ahead. If it helps you get comfortable.”
He heard rustlings behind him but didn’t turn around.
“Ahh. That’s so much better.”
Her hands were back on his shoulders, kneading the knotted flesh. Shortly after, she said, “You know, it might be more comfortable for you, and definitely easier for me, if you took your shirt off. Or at least undo the top buttons so I can get to your skin without the shirt in the way.”
She was surprised when he immediately obliged. Instead of unbuttoning the shirt, though, he ripped it off over his head, taking his undershirt with it.
Robert Pattinson was officially topless in front of her. She felt faint.
Get your act together, bitch, she mentally slapped herself.
He heard her take a deep breath, then felt her hands on his shoulders once again. It really did feel better this way, skin-on-skin. He sighed and closed his eyes. He’d really needed this.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when, a few minutes later, he felt the firm points of her bare breasts graze his back. “What the hell?”
He whipped around so suddenly that she tumbled onto her ass, hitting her head against the wall of the elevator when she landed on her back.
She immediately raised a hand to her head, her eyes smarting with tears. “I’m sorry, Rob. I should have warned you.”
His anger faded as soon as he saw she’d been hurt. “No, it’s…it’s okay.”
He started to reach a hand out to pull her up but then his eyes dropped to her exposed breasts and he drank them in like a drowning man.
She saw desire flare in his eyes and immediately knew she would be the victor. There was a new confidence in her voice when she spoke. “Kiss me, Rob.”
“W…what?” His eyes flashed to hers uncomprehendingly.
She shifted her body until she was laying fully on her back, looking up at him, her own longing clear in her eyes. “Kiss me, Rob. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by a man. I want to feel your hands on my body.”
While he continued to stare at her dumbfounded, she lifted his unresisting hands and brought them to her breasts. A moan slipped through her lips as her eyes fluttered close.
That seemed to do the trick. His hands immediately curved to the shape of her breasts in his palm. He just held them at first, testing their weight. They were small and neat, with shell-pink aureoles that were as cute as her smile. He felt like he was taking advantage of her but she was so willing…
Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth. Her loud moan ricocheted off the walls of the elevator as she thread her fingers through the damp mop of his hair and pressed him closer.
“Oh Rob…”
Her moans spurred him on. He cupped her breast as he laved attention on it with his tongue, drawing as much of the small globe into his mouth as he could fit. Her hands were pulling at his hair, turning him on, one bare foot (When had she taken her shoes off?) was rubbing against his crotch.
He reached a hand down under her skirt and immediately felt the wet heat between her thighs. She was sopping. He stroked her through her panties, his movements becoming bolder as her hips started moving against his hand. Was it his imagination or could he smell her excitement? The smell was heady and he felt himself grow hard and heavy.
“Fuck me, Rob...” she begged.
He lifted his head to look at her face but her eyes were still closed, her small teeth biting down on her lower lip.
Still looking at her, he slipped one finger inside her panties and stroked her wet slit. She moaned even louder and that decided him.
He quickly reached down, unsnapped his jeans and released his straining erection. When he turned his gaze back to her, his hands lifting to push her skirt up, he was surprised to find her skirt already bunched at her waist and her panties off. When had she moved?
He froze for a minute, still a little hesitant and unsure. A lot of strange things had happened to him since he had come to the U.S. but this was by far the strangest. Before he could get too immersed in his memories, the feel of her mouth sliding down his shaft immediately brought him back to the present.
“Ahh!” he groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. “That feels so good.”
His hand threaded in her hair as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. However, he soon found himself wanting more. Tightening his hand in her hair, he brought her mouth up to his as he pushed her onto her back. This time, his movements were sure as he nudged her thighs apart and settled between them. Maintaining the kiss, he gripped her hip with one hand and gently eased his length into her tight warmth.
He couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through him as she enveloped him. The feeling of amazement that settled upon him made him realize just how deprived he really was.
He set a slow but steady pace, wanting to take his time and savor the sensations, not knowing when he would be feeling them again. She let him lead at first, appearing to be content with his sedate tempo, but soon enough, her legs were gripping him tightly to her, her heels pressing into his ass as she lifted her hips high and pushed hard against his thrusts. Finally, with a drawn-out sigh, she stopped moving.
He lifted his head, confusion evident in his eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“Fuck me, Rob,” she demanded
His eyes widened. “What?”
“I said fuck me.”
His confusion deepened. “But…weren’t we just…”
She shook her head. “That isn’t fucking, Rob. Fucking is wild, crazy, rough, fun.”
“I thought girls like it when guys are gentle and considerate?”
“They do but that’s not what I told you I wanted.”
He stared at her while he processed what she said.
With a grunt of impatience, she reversed their positions, pushing him onto his back and sinking down on him. The pace she set was fast and hard. He made an attempt to slow her, gently gripping her hips, but to no avail. If anything, she increased her speed. It was becoming increasingly painful for him because her walls were squeezing his shaft a little too tightly. He found himself wincing even as he approached orgasm.
“Oh, yeah! That feels so good!” she cried. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. She was lost in her own little world, he knew. He could’ve been anybody at that moment, it didn’t really matter.
She ground into him one last time before he felt her quiver around him. Her climax spurred his but even as he came, he groaned in pain, wincing as her muscles squeezed the life out of his dick. He didn’t recall ever having such a painful orgasm. This certainly was a day of firsts.
A few minutes later, when their breathing had returned to normal, he started to push himself to a sitting position, expecting her to climb off of him. Instead, she scrambled to her knees in front of him, her ass high in the air, and ordered imperiously, “Again!”
“What?!” he blurted in disbelief.
“That was great but I’m still hungry. Come on. You’re still hard. Fuck me!”
He got to his knees, reaching for his clothes, intending to dress and get the hell away from this nut-job.
“Please, Rob,” she whimpered, her little girl voice back in full force. “It may be a long time before I ever feel anything like this again.”
“Oh hell,” he muttered, wiping a hand over his face.
Come on, the licentious voice encouraged. She may be a kook but pussy is pussy. Since when do you look a gift-horse in the mouth?
Again, it had a point.
Looking down at her, seeing her firm little butt raised high, her bald pussy glistening beneath, he knew he couldn’t walk away from that…not with his manhood intact.
Positioning himself behind her, he grasped her hips and thrust. She screamed and the sound grated on his nerves but he continued moving.
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Edward, fuck meeee!”
Edward, he mouthed to himself. The girl really was off her rocker. She had totally lost hold of reality.
“Faster! Harder!” she demanded.
He tried his best to keep up but he just wasn’t used to such aggressive sex. He could get kinky as much as the next guy but this was too much. Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer that he would survive the encounter with his life…and his penis.
He was so distracted that he thought he heard her wrong when she spoke again. “What?”
“Bite me!”
“What the hell?”
She reached a hand back and grabbed his where it held her hip and brought it to her lips, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto her heavily. She yelled, “Bite me!”, then sank her teeth into the captured hand.
Rob screamed in agony. “Fuck! Bitch, what is wrong with you?” His other hand automatically grabbed her hair, trying to pull her off his hand.
“Oh, yes, Edward. That feels so good. Hurt me, please!”
He soon realized that she enjoyed the pain. He wasn’t usually turned on by abusing women but considering how much his hand still hurt, he was in just the right mood to give it to her. Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled hard, bringing her up off her hands and to her knees, his hips thrusting hard, not caring if it hurt or not. She obviously got off on pain so he was only too happy to oblige.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes.” She continued to hold his hand, though she was no longer biting it. “Bite me, please, Edward,” she whimpered brokenly.
Robert sank his teeth into her shoulder and immediately felt her spasm around him for a second time. When he felt himself coming, he was more than a little surprised. The situation was, without a doubt, ridiculous, but if he was honest with himself, he’d admit that it was the most unexpected and original thing to happen to him in a long time and, despite himself, he was enjoying it.
As the shudders subsided, she sank to the floor in a damp, quivering heap. Rob grabbed his clothes and immediately began putting them on, not wanting to give her the chance to attack or coerce him again.
Ten minutes later they were both dressed, standing apart from each other against the wall of the elevator. He didn’t know what to say to her and she was busy filing away the experience for later masturbatory use.
Suddenly, the emergency lights switched off and the regular lights came back on as the elevator began moving again. Purse already in hand, she punched the button for the next floor, waiting until the elevator stopped and the doors opened before she turned to Rob.
“It hardly sums up the gratitude I feel but thank you, Robert. I’ll never forget it...or you” Gone was the nymphomaniac: in her place was the sweet, homely girl that he had first met. Rob shook his head at the quick change, unable to respond.
Flashing a smile, she stepped out of the elevator and he watched the doors quietly slide close behind her.
As the doors opened again on the ground floor and Rob walked out of the lobby into the fresh, sunny day, he found himself smiling. A laugh bubbled up in his throat. It really had been a crazy day. He didn’t know if anyone would believe him if he told them what had happened. Despite being bitten and practically assaulted, he felt light and re-energized. It may have been an unorthodox sexual encounter but it had worked at relaxing him far better than any massage ever would.
Three days later….
Rob walked into the lobby of the building, turning towards the elevator bank, a discernible spring in his step. His good mood of the past three days was a nice change and he thoroughly enjoyed it. As he entered the elevator, he thought about what had happened there to bring about the change in his demeanor. He chuckled to himself, grateful for the experience but glad that it would never be repeated. He glanced down at his bandaged hand, a reminder of ‘the incident’ as he mentally referred to it, where her teeth had pierced his skin.
“Thank God I’ll never see her again,” her murmured. “I don’t think I’d survive a second encounter.”
He exited the elevator on the 50th floor, just like before. This time, his agent was waiting for him.
“Robert,” Fred greeted, a cherry smile on his chubby face. Good ol’ dependable Fred. He was his substitute father whenever he was away from home. “Everyone’s waiting for you. The director, producer, and the female lead has finally been decided,” he said as they approached the huge gold doors.
It almost felt like déjà vu.
“Who is she?” Robert asked as they stopped outside the door.
“It’s a surprise,” Fred said gleefully. “I think you’ll be happy with the choice, though.”
Fred pushed open the door and they walked into a luxurious conference room. There were a bunch of people milling about, most of whom he didn’t recognize. Fred put his hand on his arm and steered him toward the other end of the room where there was a group of people crowded around some papers on a desk.
Fred cleared his throat, clapping his hands. “Robert…”
The people looked up, one by one. He recognized the director and the producer.
“…may I introduce…”
The last pair of eyes to meet his belonged to a face he had thought, hoped, he would never see again.
“…your co-star, Em…”
The shell-pink lips curved in a smile, wicked laughter evident in her eyes as her teeth came down on her bottom lip.
Robert stopped breathing. Eyes wide and incapable of coherent thought, only one word passed through his mind.
Fuck!
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: Robert Pattinson/?
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/humor/crack
Length: One-shot
Summary: Meh, just read it!
A/N: Before I wrote kpop fics, there was this! Sorry if there are mistakes, I literally haven't opened these files in over two years.
He stepped into the elevator and punched in the floor he was headed to. He always wondered why there were so many skyscrapers in New York. Why did the corporations feel the need to compete with each other in such a petty way?
“My building’s taller than yours,” he muttered snidely, then laughed as he realized how stupid he sounded. Feminists might say it’s just another way for men to assert their masculinity and power, he thought. Instead of using a yard-stick to measure their dicks, they’re competing with the heights of their buildings.
He paused for a moment. When did I become a feminist? This is very worrying…
His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the doors as he reached his destination. He walked out onto the 50th floor and headed to the office at the end of the hall: the big one with the huge, gold doors.
It was some time later that he resurfaced. He shuffled along wearily, glad to be alone. He really hated meetings. If he didn’t love acting so much, it really wouldn’t bother him to quit. All the business wheeling and dealing, the ass-kissing: it wasn’t his style. He sat there, nodded, spoke when he had to and made his escape as soon as it was possible.
“Thank God for agents,” he murmured as he stepped into the elevator. He selected the ground floor and watched as the doors closed. He stared at his reflection in the brass doors. He did not look good. He looked like a man on the verge. The verge of what, he wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
His reflection was interrupted as the doors opened and a girl stepped in. He glanced up at the floor counter. Twenty-five floors to go.
The girl smiled as she walked in and punched the ground floor. He gave a half-hearted smile and shifted to one side of the carriage.
The elevator seemed to be descending slowly. He didn’t remember it taking that long to get to the top. Or maybe you were too busy with your feminist rant to notice, a small voice teased.
He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped but tried to cover it with a cough when he saw the girl glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
Suddenly the elevator came to a grinding halt, the loud noise reverberating around the cab as darkness descended.
He heard the girl cry out as the elevator groaned again and automatically reached a hand out to her. She latched onto it and threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck. He froze, startled by her reaction, before forcing himself to relax enough to pat her on the back.
“It’s okay. I’m sure everything will be sorted out soon.” His voice was calm and soothing, relaying to her that he wasn’t at all concerned.
They stayed like that for a while, until she seemed to remember that she was hyperventilating on a stranger. She pulled back immediately, thankful that he couldn’t see her blush in the darkness.
“I’m so sorry,” she quickly apologized, her words rushed and hiccupy as she still sought to catch her breath. “It’s just that I’m claustrophobic and, I’m so ashamed to admit this, afraid of the dark.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m not too fond of small, enclosed spaces myself.”
Suddenly, the emergency lights came on, accompanied by a voice over the intercom. “We are experiencing electrical difficulties. I know that some of you are trapped in the elevators. Please, and I stress the urgency of this, do not try to exit the cab. Do not attempt to open the doors and do not, I repeat, do not open the emergency hatch on top. The electricity may come on at any second and any of these acts may cause bodily harm. We are working as quickly as possible to restore all function. Please be patient. Thank you.”
He sighed and slid down to the ground, his arms dangling from their perch on his knees. “It looks like we may be here a while.”
The girl seemed to freeze where she stood, her eyes widening in fear as she shook her head. “No, no, no, no, no…”
“Shh.” He reached up and took her hand, pulling her down beside him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, gave a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. What do you usually do when you get claustrophobic?”
“Get out!” she replied immediately.
He rolled his eyes. “Well, what do you do if you can’t get out?”
“Well…” she thought for a moment. “If I can get distracted then I’m usually okay.”
He nodded. “Well, that’s what you need then: a distraction. Should be simple enough.”
He glanced down at her, really looking at her for the first time. She was cute, in a homey kind of way. Curly, shoulder length, blond hair; a petite figure. He couldn’t see her face that well in the light but from the brief glance he’d cast at her when she’d entered, he remembered she had a nice smile.
“Let’s talk. What were you doing here today?”
She took a big gulp of air before answering. “I had an audition for a movie.”
“What movie is it? Do you think you got the part?”
“I don’t really know the specifics of it. They had me read a generic piece of material; I don’t think it’s actually from the movie script. They seemed to be pretty hush-hush about that. I guess they just wanted to see if I could bring across whatever they’re looking for. I think I did well. They seemed pleased with my performance.”
She pulled back slightly and looked up at him with a slight smile. “What are you doing here, Robert? Signing a multi-million dollar deal for your next big movie?”
He wasn’t surprised that she knew who he was but he was grateful that she hadn’t jumped him the minute she saw him in the elevator. She didn’t seem the type.
He shrugged noncommittally. “Something like that.”
She nodded, leaning away from him slightly. “I feel better now. This is working.” She sent him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
He smiled back. “Glad I could help.”
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Oh, he’s so fuckin’ hot! If I wasn’t trying so hard not to faint, I’d totally jump him right now!
It was true that she was claustrophobic: she was hanging on by a thread. But her claustrophobia was only part of the reason she couldn’t breathe properly. The other reason was that she was trapped in an elevator with Robert Pattinson. Robert. Fucking. Pattinson. How did she get so lucky?
Ugh, why couldn’t he be naked? That’s all the distraction I need! Although I’m sure I’d be hyperventilating for a whole other reason then. I wonder what he looks like naked. He’s supposed to be hung, isn’t he? That’s the rumor anyway.
She decided then and there that she was going to make the best of the situation. It wasn’t every day that you found yourself trapped in an elevator with Edward Cullen himself. Who knew if she’d see him again after today? Who knew if they’d live after today. The elevator could collapse and kill them. It wasn’t common but it could happen. She nodded to herself.
He caught the movement and raised a questioning eyebrow, to which she responded with an innocent smile.
Now, now, we mustn’t make him think we’re disturbed or anything. That would not be helpful at all.
“You look tired, Rob,” she commented in what she hoped was a concerned voice.
He sighed and wiped a hand over his face. “Yeah, I was thinking that before you came in.”
“Would you like a massage?” she offered quickly. Where the hell did that come from, she instantly chastised herself. Do you want him to think you’re a nut? One of those crazy fans who just wants to have their way with him?
It’s not untrue, another voice pointed out.
Rob looked at her sharply, his body stiffening as he assessed his surroundings. She seemed harmless enough but he knew how quickly that could change. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that a woman launched herself at him outside the airport?
“Um…”
“Oh, my gosh, I’m so embarrassed!” She covered her face with her hands, her voice genuinely repentant. “I know how that must have sounded. I’m so sorry, it’s just that, you do seem tense and tired and well, I’ve been told I give really good massages and I’m starting to feel nervous again and the distraction really was working…”
As she rambled on, he felt himself relaxing again, a smile tilting the corner of his lips. She’s just trying to be nice, he thought. It’s the nerves getting to her.
“Sure. A massage sounds good.”
She looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”
He shrugged. “If it’ll help you take your mind off our situation, why not?” He turned his back to her and slouched so she would have easier access. “Personally, I think I’m getting the better end of the deal,” he joked.
Her hands were tentative when they first touched his shoulders but became more confident when he seemed to be relaxing beneath them. They talked as she worked and she could feel herself falling under his spell. It was enough that he was so physically attractive, the mere unconscious movements of his body sufficed to turn a woman on, but as she listened to him, the sweet music that was his voice and the intelligence behind it made her become aware of the stirrings in her body.
She was getting hot.
“Phew!” she dropped her hands for a second, exaggeratingly tugging at her clothes. “It’s so hot in here!”
“Yeah, it is.” He reached behind his neck and pulled at the collar of his shirt, which clung to the damp skin at his neck.
She cast a sidelong glance at him. “Rob…would you mind terribly if I just took my top off? It’s bad enough we’re stuck in here but it’s so uncomfortable too. I’ll stay behind you at all times, you won’t have to see a thing.”
Rob stared at her unblinkingly for a minute. Was she for real, he wondered. Yes, he was a celebrity but was she really okay with getting half-naked in front of a stranger? Or perhaps it was the nerves talking again.
It’s not like you’ll mind. That lecherous voice that he tried so hard to ignore reared its ugly head. A free show is a free show.
It had a point.
He shook his head and turned away. “No, you go ahead. If it helps you get comfortable.”
He heard rustlings behind him but didn’t turn around.
“Ahh. That’s so much better.”
Her hands were back on his shoulders, kneading the knotted flesh. Shortly after, she said, “You know, it might be more comfortable for you, and definitely easier for me, if you took your shirt off. Or at least undo the top buttons so I can get to your skin without the shirt in the way.”
She was surprised when he immediately obliged. Instead of unbuttoning the shirt, though, he ripped it off over his head, taking his undershirt with it.
Robert Pattinson was officially topless in front of her. She felt faint.
Get your act together, bitch, she mentally slapped herself.
He heard her take a deep breath, then felt her hands on his shoulders once again. It really did feel better this way, skin-on-skin. He sighed and closed his eyes. He’d really needed this.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when, a few minutes later, he felt the firm points of her bare breasts graze his back. “What the hell?”
He whipped around so suddenly that she tumbled onto her ass, hitting her head against the wall of the elevator when she landed on her back.
She immediately raised a hand to her head, her eyes smarting with tears. “I’m sorry, Rob. I should have warned you.”
His anger faded as soon as he saw she’d been hurt. “No, it’s…it’s okay.”
He started to reach a hand out to pull her up but then his eyes dropped to her exposed breasts and he drank them in like a drowning man.
She saw desire flare in his eyes and immediately knew she would be the victor. There was a new confidence in her voice when she spoke. “Kiss me, Rob.”
“W…what?” His eyes flashed to hers uncomprehendingly.
She shifted her body until she was laying fully on her back, looking up at him, her own longing clear in her eyes. “Kiss me, Rob. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by a man. I want to feel your hands on my body.”
While he continued to stare at her dumbfounded, she lifted his unresisting hands and brought them to her breasts. A moan slipped through her lips as her eyes fluttered close.
That seemed to do the trick. His hands immediately curved to the shape of her breasts in his palm. He just held them at first, testing their weight. They were small and neat, with shell-pink aureoles that were as cute as her smile. He felt like he was taking advantage of her but she was so willing…
Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth. Her loud moan ricocheted off the walls of the elevator as she thread her fingers through the damp mop of his hair and pressed him closer.
“Oh Rob…”
Her moans spurred him on. He cupped her breast as he laved attention on it with his tongue, drawing as much of the small globe into his mouth as he could fit. Her hands were pulling at his hair, turning him on, one bare foot (When had she taken her shoes off?) was rubbing against his crotch.
He reached a hand down under her skirt and immediately felt the wet heat between her thighs. She was sopping. He stroked her through her panties, his movements becoming bolder as her hips started moving against his hand. Was it his imagination or could he smell her excitement? The smell was heady and he felt himself grow hard and heavy.
“Fuck me, Rob...” she begged.
He lifted his head to look at her face but her eyes were still closed, her small teeth biting down on her lower lip.
Still looking at her, he slipped one finger inside her panties and stroked her wet slit. She moaned even louder and that decided him.
He quickly reached down, unsnapped his jeans and released his straining erection. When he turned his gaze back to her, his hands lifting to push her skirt up, he was surprised to find her skirt already bunched at her waist and her panties off. When had she moved?
He froze for a minute, still a little hesitant and unsure. A lot of strange things had happened to him since he had come to the U.S. but this was by far the strangest. Before he could get too immersed in his memories, the feel of her mouth sliding down his shaft immediately brought him back to the present.
“Ahh!” he groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. “That feels so good.”
His hand threaded in her hair as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. However, he soon found himself wanting more. Tightening his hand in her hair, he brought her mouth up to his as he pushed her onto her back. This time, his movements were sure as he nudged her thighs apart and settled between them. Maintaining the kiss, he gripped her hip with one hand and gently eased his length into her tight warmth.
He couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through him as she enveloped him. The feeling of amazement that settled upon him made him realize just how deprived he really was.
He set a slow but steady pace, wanting to take his time and savor the sensations, not knowing when he would be feeling them again. She let him lead at first, appearing to be content with his sedate tempo, but soon enough, her legs were gripping him tightly to her, her heels pressing into his ass as she lifted her hips high and pushed hard against his thrusts. Finally, with a drawn-out sigh, she stopped moving.
He lifted his head, confusion evident in his eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“Fuck me, Rob,” she demanded
His eyes widened. “What?”
“I said fuck me.”
His confusion deepened. “But…weren’t we just…”
She shook her head. “That isn’t fucking, Rob. Fucking is wild, crazy, rough, fun.”
“I thought girls like it when guys are gentle and considerate?”
“They do but that’s not what I told you I wanted.”
He stared at her while he processed what she said.
With a grunt of impatience, she reversed their positions, pushing him onto his back and sinking down on him. The pace she set was fast and hard. He made an attempt to slow her, gently gripping her hips, but to no avail. If anything, she increased her speed. It was becoming increasingly painful for him because her walls were squeezing his shaft a little too tightly. He found himself wincing even as he approached orgasm.
“Oh, yeah! That feels so good!” she cried. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. She was lost in her own little world, he knew. He could’ve been anybody at that moment, it didn’t really matter.
She ground into him one last time before he felt her quiver around him. Her climax spurred his but even as he came, he groaned in pain, wincing as her muscles squeezed the life out of his dick. He didn’t recall ever having such a painful orgasm. This certainly was a day of firsts.
A few minutes later, when their breathing had returned to normal, he started to push himself to a sitting position, expecting her to climb off of him. Instead, she scrambled to her knees in front of him, her ass high in the air, and ordered imperiously, “Again!”
“What?!” he blurted in disbelief.
“That was great but I’m still hungry. Come on. You’re still hard. Fuck me!”
He got to his knees, reaching for his clothes, intending to dress and get the hell away from this nut-job.
“Please, Rob,” she whimpered, her little girl voice back in full force. “It may be a long time before I ever feel anything like this again.”
“Oh hell,” he muttered, wiping a hand over his face.
Come on, the licentious voice encouraged. She may be a kook but pussy is pussy. Since when do you look a gift-horse in the mouth?
Again, it had a point.
Looking down at her, seeing her firm little butt raised high, her bald pussy glistening beneath, he knew he couldn’t walk away from that…not with his manhood intact.
Positioning himself behind her, he grasped her hips and thrust. She screamed and the sound grated on his nerves but he continued moving.
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Edward, fuck meeee!”
Edward, he mouthed to himself. The girl really was off her rocker. She had totally lost hold of reality.
“Faster! Harder!” she demanded.
He tried his best to keep up but he just wasn’t used to such aggressive sex. He could get kinky as much as the next guy but this was too much. Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer that he would survive the encounter with his life…and his penis.
He was so distracted that he thought he heard her wrong when she spoke again. “What?”
“Bite me!”
“What the hell?”
She reached a hand back and grabbed his where it held her hip and brought it to her lips, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto her heavily. She yelled, “Bite me!”, then sank her teeth into the captured hand.
Rob screamed in agony. “Fuck! Bitch, what is wrong with you?” His other hand automatically grabbed her hair, trying to pull her off his hand.
“Oh, yes, Edward. That feels so good. Hurt me, please!”
He soon realized that she enjoyed the pain. He wasn’t usually turned on by abusing women but considering how much his hand still hurt, he was in just the right mood to give it to her. Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled hard, bringing her up off her hands and to her knees, his hips thrusting hard, not caring if it hurt or not. She obviously got off on pain so he was only too happy to oblige.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes.” She continued to hold his hand, though she was no longer biting it. “Bite me, please, Edward,” she whimpered brokenly.
Robert sank his teeth into her shoulder and immediately felt her spasm around him for a second time. When he felt himself coming, he was more than a little surprised. The situation was, without a doubt, ridiculous, but if he was honest with himself, he’d admit that it was the most unexpected and original thing to happen to him in a long time and, despite himself, he was enjoying it.
As the shudders subsided, she sank to the floor in a damp, quivering heap. Rob grabbed his clothes and immediately began putting them on, not wanting to give her the chance to attack or coerce him again.
Ten minutes later they were both dressed, standing apart from each other against the wall of the elevator. He didn’t know what to say to her and she was busy filing away the experience for later masturbatory use.
Suddenly, the emergency lights switched off and the regular lights came back on as the elevator began moving again. Purse already in hand, she punched the button for the next floor, waiting until the elevator stopped and the doors opened before she turned to Rob.
“It hardly sums up the gratitude I feel but thank you, Robert. I’ll never forget it...or you” Gone was the nymphomaniac: in her place was the sweet, homely girl that he had first met. Rob shook his head at the quick change, unable to respond.
Flashing a smile, she stepped out of the elevator and he watched the doors quietly slide close behind her.
As the doors opened again on the ground floor and Rob walked out of the lobby into the fresh, sunny day, he found himself smiling. A laugh bubbled up in his throat. It really had been a crazy day. He didn’t know if anyone would believe him if he told them what had happened. Despite being bitten and practically assaulted, he felt light and re-energized. It may have been an unorthodox sexual encounter but it had worked at relaxing him far better than any massage ever would.
Three days later….
Rob walked into the lobby of the building, turning towards the elevator bank, a discernible spring in his step. His good mood of the past three days was a nice change and he thoroughly enjoyed it. As he entered the elevator, he thought about what had happened there to bring about the change in his demeanor. He chuckled to himself, grateful for the experience but glad that it would never be repeated. He glanced down at his bandaged hand, a reminder of ‘the incident’ as he mentally referred to it, where her teeth had pierced his skin.
“Thank God I’ll never see her again,” her murmured. “I don’t think I’d survive a second encounter.”
He exited the elevator on the 50th floor, just like before. This time, his agent was waiting for him.
“Robert,” Fred greeted, a cherry smile on his chubby face. Good ol’ dependable Fred. He was his substitute father whenever he was away from home. “Everyone’s waiting for you. The director, producer, and the female lead has finally been decided,” he said as they approached the huge gold doors.
It almost felt like déjà vu.
“Who is she?” Robert asked as they stopped outside the door.
“It’s a surprise,” Fred said gleefully. “I think you’ll be happy with the choice, though.”
Fred pushed open the door and they walked into a luxurious conference room. There were a bunch of people milling about, most of whom he didn’t recognize. Fred put his hand on his arm and steered him toward the other end of the room where there was a group of people crowded around some papers on a desk.
Fred cleared his throat, clapping his hands. “Robert…”
The people looked up, one by one. He recognized the director and the producer.
“…may I introduce…”
The last pair of eyes to meet his belonged to a face he had thought, hoped, he would never see again.
“…your co-star, Em…”
The shell-pink lips curved in a smile, wicked laughter evident in her eyes as her teeth came down on her bottom lip.
Robert stopped breathing. Eyes wide and incapable of coherent thought, only one word passed through his mind.
Fuck!