#20 Charlie, prompt for productivity100
TITLE: Of whispered promises and opened hearts
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kristen
PROMPT: #20 Charlie
RATING: R
SUMMARY: This was new to them, being just Rob and Kristen
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
Uh, I really don't know what to do about this. No graphic smut because this is just too emotionally taxing for that. Enjoy though! :)
***
The bungalow was small, but just enough for the two of them. The wide glass windows in the downstairs living room had the curtains drawn, but the doors to the patio were wide open, the sounds of giggling and hushed whispers floating through the room.
Kristen giggled again when Rob nuzzled her neck, his stubble tickling her skin. He laughed when she tried pushing his face away, but only succeeding in pressing her hand on his forehead.
“Stop, stop,” she breathed, running her fingers down to his cheek. “Your stubble is scratchy.”
“Mmm, you’ll get used to it,” Rob mumbled before pulling away. He smiled, pressing one last kiss to her cheek. “Fine. I’ll stop. Where were we?”
She shrugged, picking up the wine bottle they’ve been drinking from for the past half hour. They were still in their clothes from the awards show and it was late, but Rob was going to leave the next day and they wanted to spend more time together.
“I don’t remember,” she scrunched up her nose, tipping the bottle and taking a huge mouthful of wine. “Ugh. We’re drinking wine from a bottle. So tacky.”
Rob laughed, taking the bottle from her. “You weren’t complaining back in Italy.”
“I guess not,” Kristen harrumphed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “What question were we in?”
“Don’t know,” he replied, taking a long sip from the bottle. “Why are we still playing this game?”
“’Sposed to be fun,” she mumbled, waiting for Rob to hand over the bottle to her. They sat in relative silence as they drank together, passing the bottle to one another and nearly finishing it. “Rob?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna miss you when you’re in New York.”
Rob smiled sadly at her, running his hand against her legs draped over his lap. Kristen smiled back, drinking more from the bottle.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll miss you just as much,” he said, cocking his head to look at her. “I’ll try to fly out if I get a weekend off.”
Kristen frowned. “That’s not fair. You shouldn’t be the only…”
Rob pressed his hand over her lips, smiling at her. “Maybe you can come visit me next time. But let me do this. Between filming and the lessons you have to do with Joan, you won’t have that much time to fly to New York.”
“But…”
“Kristen.”
She sighed in defeat and he pulls her to sit fully on his lap, her legs crossed behind his back. She traces his lips with her thumb, her palm gently cupping his scruffy jaw. “I promise I’ll visit you next time you go filming. I don’t care where it is-I’ll fly to Timbuktu if I have to.”
Rob laughs, his fingers drawing her close and he kisses her chastely, her declaration of following him wherever he was warming his heart. Kristen smiles back when his lips meet hers, her fingers now moving to his messy hair.
“I’m pretty serious about that Rob.”
“I know,” he whispers just as quietly, his lips now tracing soft lines against her neck, down to her collarbone while his fingers gripped her sides gently. “I know you’re serious about it. I would do the same thing for you, you know.”
It wasn’t like it was a grand gesture of love or anything. They were actors. They travel for a living and they earned quite a lot from it. But the mere fact that they were both willing to sacrifice any free time they have between them to be with each other was a testament to how much they wanted this. How much they wanted them.
Kristen bites her lip briefly and she pulls him close, tugging his hair and her mouth crashes against him painfully, like she just wants to kiss the life out of him. She’s a really emotional girl and she hides it well under the pretense of the spotlight, but she doesn’t bother covering up when it concerns Rob. He knows when she’s bullshitting him anyway. So she cries. She’s kissing him so much, their teeth clack together and their tongues tangle like someone was tying licorice into knots and it’s wet and messy and it’s like they don’t know where he starts and she ends.
Rob pulls away first and presses quick kisses to her lips in succession, his palms cupping her cheeks and his thumbs wiping away the teary streaks.
“Please don’t cry.”
She shakes her head and she simply attaches her lips to that spot behind his ear, soft, gentle kisses running down his jaw line. He resists the urge to moan so he wraps one arm tightly around her and pushes himself off with the other, clumsily pulling both of them up from their spot on the floor. He was hard and it was difficult but Rob quickly brings them to the bedroom and he gently sets her on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he hovered above her.
His fingers tugs on the laces of her Chucks, awkwardly pulling her shoes off in the most gentle care he could possibly muster (she did have a sprained ankle and God knows it’s a pain trying to pull off hi-tops quickly) before dragging his hand up her legs pushing her dress up to her hips. Kristen pulls him up again for a kiss and his fingers fumble with the zip on the side of her dress, the flimsy black and red material loosening from her body.
“How’d you know it was there,” she panted and Rob pushed the entire dress higher, helping her pull it off over her head. He shrugged as he flung the dress away and she’s left in her underwear, making her all the more appealing. “You’re still dressed.”
He toes his shoes off followed by his socks and his pants, the vibrant blue jacket he’d been wearing earlier was long gone the moment they entered the house. Kristen opens his shirt with perfectly practiced fingers and they’re both back on the bed and almost naked, kissing and panting and pressing so close to each other.
“It’s only going to be a couple of weeks,” Rob murmurs quietly and he grinds against her, his eyes closing as he savors the feel of her body underneath him. “I’ll always think about you and I’ll miss you so much but I know it’s going to be so good when we see each other after that.”
Kristen moans and her nails digs on the back of his shoulder when he sucks and licks that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, her body turning limp and useless in his capable hands. Rob works on the clasp of her strapless bra and makes his way down, wet kisses and soft breaths until he pulled her underwear off, leaving her bare and open for him.
“I need you,” she whimpers and he pulls his boxer briefs off and he’s just as open as she is, his warm body pressed against hers. “Please Rob.”
Kristen thinks he’ll fuck the life out of her-strong and fast and hard but he completely surprises he when he takes his time worshipping her, kissing and tugging and stroking. She feels like she’s on fire and everything was about to explode and she wants to do the same thing to him but he stops her, trapping her wrists above her head in a tight hold.
“I’m here to show you that this will never go away,” he says, pressing down on her. “I’m always going to be here.”
Rob’s a bit emotional at the moment and Kristen knows that because she says he always wears his heart on his sleeve, but right now he’s the strong one. Because he believes so much in them that doubt never really had a chance to take place in his heart. He wasn’t saying Kristen was having doubts about them-he’s saying she just needs to be reassured because she was scared of losing what they had. She didn’t need to tell him that, sometimes he just knew, with the way she’s been acting.
Kristen almost cries out when he pushes into her and he has to bury his forehead on the pillow she was laying on because he needs to regroup and he doesn’t want to cry while he’s thrusting into her. It wasn’t like they were going to be away for a long period of time but this was relatively new to both of them and they don’t know what they’re doing and the idea of being away from each other generally sucks. And he’s going to really, really miss her.
“I love you, Rob,” she warbles when he moves against her, their bodies rhythmically rocking against each other perfectly. Like they’ve been doing it for a long time (but they haven’t.) Kristen whimpers when Rob gets in deep and he grunts, feeling like they should just glue their bodies together because they just fit perfectly that way.
“I love you too, Kristen,” he murmurs back and she kisses him while he’s thrusting into her, his head cloudy and murky from everything except for this girl. Kristen moves perfectly under him and Rob felt like he was going to just explode from everything he was feeling. She has the same thoughts in her head, but they both don’t know that, not when they’re both fuzzy and incoherent.
It was sex, but it was soft and gentle and sweet even if those things didn’t generally describe what sex was about for people their age. Rob wanted it like this and so did Kristen-even if she didn’t have to say it-and they were both panting and gasping for air in silent screams when they exploded right on top of the other.
After a couple of hours and the two of them felt like they were going to continually turn into jelly, Rob pulled Kristen against his chest, sweaty naked bodies pressed against each other.
“I didn’t say I love you because you were leaving, okay?” Kristen whispered shyly, pressing a kiss on his chest. “I just had to tell you. It’s not a reminder-it was just… yeah. I just had to say it.”
“I didn’t say I love you back because I was having sex with you,” Rob answered back, a teasing grin on his face. “It’s just the way it is.”
“Okay,” her lower lip gets caught by her teeth before looking up at him. “I’m sorry for the crying and…”
He pulls her lip away from her teeth, smiling at her. “It’s okay. We’re both new at this. We’ll figure it out.”
She sighs but lets him hold her, the after-effects of their activities slowly wearing off. Kristen looked up at Rob who was somewhere on the edge of passing out and being awake, his hand rubbing his eyes.
“I’m sorry about that best kiss thing,” she said and Rob snorts, pressing a kiss on her hair.
“Yeah, I know. That was mean.”
“I wasn’t trying to be-never mind. We’ll do it next year. Or something.”
He laughs and she huffs, turning away from him. He spoons her and she pushes back against him, their bodies cradled together as they prepared for sleep.
“We’ll do it later. When we wake up.”
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kristen
PROMPT: #20 Charlie
RATING: R
SUMMARY: This was new to them, being just Rob and Kristen
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
Uh, I really don't know what to do about this. No graphic smut because this is just too emotionally taxing for that. Enjoy though! :)
***
The bungalow was small, but just enough for the two of them. The wide glass windows in the downstairs living room had the curtains drawn, but the doors to the patio were wide open, the sounds of giggling and hushed whispers floating through the room.
Kristen giggled again when Rob nuzzled her neck, his stubble tickling her skin. He laughed when she tried pushing his face away, but only succeeding in pressing her hand on his forehead.
“Stop, stop,” she breathed, running her fingers down to his cheek. “Your stubble is scratchy.”
“Mmm, you’ll get used to it,” Rob mumbled before pulling away. He smiled, pressing one last kiss to her cheek. “Fine. I’ll stop. Where were we?”
She shrugged, picking up the wine bottle they’ve been drinking from for the past half hour. They were still in their clothes from the awards show and it was late, but Rob was going to leave the next day and they wanted to spend more time together.
“I don’t remember,” she scrunched up her nose, tipping the bottle and taking a huge mouthful of wine. “Ugh. We’re drinking wine from a bottle. So tacky.”
Rob laughed, taking the bottle from her. “You weren’t complaining back in Italy.”
“I guess not,” Kristen harrumphed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “What question were we in?”
“Don’t know,” he replied, taking a long sip from the bottle. “Why are we still playing this game?”
“’Sposed to be fun,” she mumbled, waiting for Rob to hand over the bottle to her. They sat in relative silence as they drank together, passing the bottle to one another and nearly finishing it. “Rob?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna miss you when you’re in New York.”
Rob smiled sadly at her, running his hand against her legs draped over his lap. Kristen smiled back, drinking more from the bottle.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll miss you just as much,” he said, cocking his head to look at her. “I’ll try to fly out if I get a weekend off.”
Kristen frowned. “That’s not fair. You shouldn’t be the only…”
Rob pressed his hand over her lips, smiling at her. “Maybe you can come visit me next time. But let me do this. Between filming and the lessons you have to do with Joan, you won’t have that much time to fly to New York.”
“But…”
“Kristen.”
She sighed in defeat and he pulls her to sit fully on his lap, her legs crossed behind his back. She traces his lips with her thumb, her palm gently cupping his scruffy jaw. “I promise I’ll visit you next time you go filming. I don’t care where it is-I’ll fly to Timbuktu if I have to.”
Rob laughs, his fingers drawing her close and he kisses her chastely, her declaration of following him wherever he was warming his heart. Kristen smiles back when his lips meet hers, her fingers now moving to his messy hair.
“I’m pretty serious about that Rob.”
“I know,” he whispers just as quietly, his lips now tracing soft lines against her neck, down to her collarbone while his fingers gripped her sides gently. “I know you’re serious about it. I would do the same thing for you, you know.”
It wasn’t like it was a grand gesture of love or anything. They were actors. They travel for a living and they earned quite a lot from it. But the mere fact that they were both willing to sacrifice any free time they have between them to be with each other was a testament to how much they wanted this. How much they wanted them.
Kristen bites her lip briefly and she pulls him close, tugging his hair and her mouth crashes against him painfully, like she just wants to kiss the life out of him. She’s a really emotional girl and she hides it well under the pretense of the spotlight, but she doesn’t bother covering up when it concerns Rob. He knows when she’s bullshitting him anyway. So she cries. She’s kissing him so much, their teeth clack together and their tongues tangle like someone was tying licorice into knots and it’s wet and messy and it’s like they don’t know where he starts and she ends.
Rob pulls away first and presses quick kisses to her lips in succession, his palms cupping her cheeks and his thumbs wiping away the teary streaks.
“Please don’t cry.”
She shakes her head and she simply attaches her lips to that spot behind his ear, soft, gentle kisses running down his jaw line. He resists the urge to moan so he wraps one arm tightly around her and pushes himself off with the other, clumsily pulling both of them up from their spot on the floor. He was hard and it was difficult but Rob quickly brings them to the bedroom and he gently sets her on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he hovered above her.
His fingers tugs on the laces of her Chucks, awkwardly pulling her shoes off in the most gentle care he could possibly muster (she did have a sprained ankle and God knows it’s a pain trying to pull off hi-tops quickly) before dragging his hand up her legs pushing her dress up to her hips. Kristen pulls him up again for a kiss and his fingers fumble with the zip on the side of her dress, the flimsy black and red material loosening from her body.
“How’d you know it was there,” she panted and Rob pushed the entire dress higher, helping her pull it off over her head. He shrugged as he flung the dress away and she’s left in her underwear, making her all the more appealing. “You’re still dressed.”
He toes his shoes off followed by his socks and his pants, the vibrant blue jacket he’d been wearing earlier was long gone the moment they entered the house. Kristen opens his shirt with perfectly practiced fingers and they’re both back on the bed and almost naked, kissing and panting and pressing so close to each other.
“It’s only going to be a couple of weeks,” Rob murmurs quietly and he grinds against her, his eyes closing as he savors the feel of her body underneath him. “I’ll always think about you and I’ll miss you so much but I know it’s going to be so good when we see each other after that.”
Kristen moans and her nails digs on the back of his shoulder when he sucks and licks that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, her body turning limp and useless in his capable hands. Rob works on the clasp of her strapless bra and makes his way down, wet kisses and soft breaths until he pulled her underwear off, leaving her bare and open for him.
“I need you,” she whimpers and he pulls his boxer briefs off and he’s just as open as she is, his warm body pressed against hers. “Please Rob.”
Kristen thinks he’ll fuck the life out of her-strong and fast and hard but he completely surprises he when he takes his time worshipping her, kissing and tugging and stroking. She feels like she’s on fire and everything was about to explode and she wants to do the same thing to him but he stops her, trapping her wrists above her head in a tight hold.
“I’m here to show you that this will never go away,” he says, pressing down on her. “I’m always going to be here.”
Rob’s a bit emotional at the moment and Kristen knows that because she says he always wears his heart on his sleeve, but right now he’s the strong one. Because he believes so much in them that doubt never really had a chance to take place in his heart. He wasn’t saying Kristen was having doubts about them-he’s saying she just needs to be reassured because she was scared of losing what they had. She didn’t need to tell him that, sometimes he just knew, with the way she’s been acting.
Kristen almost cries out when he pushes into her and he has to bury his forehead on the pillow she was laying on because he needs to regroup and he doesn’t want to cry while he’s thrusting into her. It wasn’t like they were going to be away for a long period of time but this was relatively new to both of them and they don’t know what they’re doing and the idea of being away from each other generally sucks. And he’s going to really, really miss her.
“I love you, Rob,” she warbles when he moves against her, their bodies rhythmically rocking against each other perfectly. Like they’ve been doing it for a long time (but they haven’t.) Kristen whimpers when Rob gets in deep and he grunts, feeling like they should just glue their bodies together because they just fit perfectly that way.
“I love you too, Kristen,” he murmurs back and she kisses him while he’s thrusting into her, his head cloudy and murky from everything except for this girl. Kristen moves perfectly under him and Rob felt like he was going to just explode from everything he was feeling. She has the same thoughts in her head, but they both don’t know that, not when they’re both fuzzy and incoherent.
It was sex, but it was soft and gentle and sweet even if those things didn’t generally describe what sex was about for people their age. Rob wanted it like this and so did Kristen-even if she didn’t have to say it-and they were both panting and gasping for air in silent screams when they exploded right on top of the other.
After a couple of hours and the two of them felt like they were going to continually turn into jelly, Rob pulled Kristen against his chest, sweaty naked bodies pressed against each other.
“I didn’t say I love you because you were leaving, okay?” Kristen whispered shyly, pressing a kiss on his chest. “I just had to tell you. It’s not a reminder-it was just… yeah. I just had to say it.”
“I didn’t say I love you back because I was having sex with you,” Rob answered back, a teasing grin on his face. “It’s just the way it is.”
“Okay,” her lower lip gets caught by her teeth before looking up at him. “I’m sorry for the crying and…”
He pulls her lip away from her teeth, smiling at her. “It’s okay. We’re both new at this. We’ll figure it out.”
She sighs but lets him hold her, the after-effects of their activities slowly wearing off. Kristen looked up at Rob who was somewhere on the edge of passing out and being awake, his hand rubbing his eyes.
“I’m sorry about that best kiss thing,” she said and Rob snorts, pressing a kiss on her hair.
“Yeah, I know. That was mean.”
“I wasn’t trying to be-never mind. We’ll do it next year. Or something.”
He laughs and she huffs, turning away from him. He spoons her and she pushes back against him, their bodies cradled together as they prepared for sleep.
“We’ll do it later. When we wake up.”