Crash Into Me- Part 2
“Cut! Amazing scene, you guys! Let’s take a lunch break, people!,” Catherine shouts excitedly.
Kristen and Rob stood up and stretched.
“God, you’d think lying in a meadow for hours would be peaceful, or relaxing or something...” Rob leans down to mention to Kristen.
“I know, right?”
“My arse is fucking killing me.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter because Edward and Bella are finally honest with each other, you know? Like, there are no walls between them anymore. She knows who he is and she trusts him completely. I mean, the love she has for Edward is so intense and all-consuming. She wants to be with him, she’s just so sure of it. I don’t think I could be that certain about something. .. Uh, sorry, I’m just going on and on...”
“No, it’s quite alright, Bel-I mean, Kristen. Sorry, need to get out of character. Uh, I don’t know. It takes a moment, sometimes...” he trailed off embarrassingly, looking away.
“It’s fine. I get it. I mean you spend all this time...”
Her mouth gaped open at how the butterscotch contacts altered his naturally grayish-blue eyes. His hair was actually styled neatly. He was so Edward that it was sickening, it was all wrong. As she snapped out of Bella’s mindset, she wanted to see Rob, the wonderfully unkempt and unclean man that always smelled like cigarette smoke or stale beer or whatever alcohol had crossed his lips. “Uh, you spend all this time dissecting a character, getting to know her, or his thoughts, speech patterns, and all that. I guess it can be hard to break at times.”
Though, most of the time, for her it wasn’t.
“Well, Mike’s still here, so I’m gonna go eat with him and Nikki.”
“Kris, do you really want to?”
“Uh, he’s only going to be here for another few hours, and then he has to go back to L.A. I should be with him.”
“That wasn’t an answer, love.”
“Shut up, Pattinson, don’t fucking call me that,” she hisses through her teeth, so that only he could hear.
“What? I’m a Brit and I rather fancy you.”
“The things that come out of your mouth sometimes...” She shakes her head.
“No, the things that go in my mouth, like last night.” He raises his eyebrows with a devilish grin.
She gasps, then slaps him lightly on the arm. “Fuck you.”
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone, for now. Go, be with him,” he answers. “And yes, you did by the way, fuck me,” he whispers into her ear.
“Just go,” she smiles, her Bella-brown eyes immediately brighter.
***
Kristen takes her place next to Michael, Nikki seated across from them.
Michael kisses his girlfriend’s cheek. “How’s work so far today, babe?”
“Mmm, pretty good,” she replies in a low and worn-out voice. “Aside from the intense dialogue, we basically just had to stare into each other’s eyes adoringly.”
“Which doesn’t sound like it’s that difficult to do,” Nikki interjects. “You barely have to act. I mean, just look at him,” she adds, motioning toward Rob’s table.
Kristen turns around for a second and looks over at Rob, munching on a cheeseburger. “Yeah, I guess,” she shrugs.
“You guess? He’s gorgeous. You have to at least like him a little. I mean, you guys have amazing chemistry. The way you two look at each other...It gives me chills. I wish someone looked at me that way,” she sighs.
“Uh, it’s just acting, Nik.” Chill, Kris, she reminds herself, she doesn’t know anything.
“Right,” the elder girl teases with a wink. Kristen laughs nervously.
“All part of the job, right, Kris?” Mike asks. “I get it. I trust you, as long as that Pattinson guy doesn’t try anything funny while you guys are rehearsing together,” he chuckles.
Too late for that.
***
“Well, hon, it was fun, what little time we did get to spend together,” Michael said as he locked his arms around Kristen’s slender waist in a goodbye embrace.
“Yeah, you know how it is, long days on set, they can be exhausting.”
“You know, you run yourself into the ground, Kris. Shooting during the day, running lines all night. Just remember to relax a little, okay?”
He kissed her on the head and she watched him walk out the door. “Nikki’s gonna go with me to the airport, see me off. Sure you don’t want to come?”
“Nah, I trust you’ll make it there,” she smiled. “You’re in good hands with her.”
She knew she might get a text from him, that damn Pattinson. Why did he have to walk into my life? Everything was fine and perfect and safe. He just had to show up and destroy my happy little existence. I was okay with Michael, wasn’t I?
Michael had been a warm, comforting breeze, easy and relaxing.
Rob was more like her own personal tornado, sweeping her up into a whirlwind of emotions she had never experienced. Definitely different, and way more complicated.
She wasn’t quite sure where this thing with him was heading, and that bothered her immensely. Where is this going? It shouldn’t be going anywhere, it’s nothing, right?
A beep from her phone shook her away from her thoughts.
A text:
ROB:
Wanna ‘run lines’ tonight? Hehe
She texted back:
Very funny. He’s gone, you can come here tonite.
Her phone beeped again. And again.
That’s what she said.
actually, that’s what u said
She responded:
SHUT UP! C u in a bit
***
He knocked on the door, then walked into her trailer.
She had changed out of her Bella costume for the day and relaxed in an old oversized concert t-shirt and tiny boxer shorts that revealed even more of her legs than the skirt had the night before. Her hair disheveled and makeup washed off, he could make out dark circles under her piercing green eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her but wasn’t sure if he should.
That bastard has been here. I smell Axe all over the damn place. Does he fucking bathe in it?
“Hey, you okay, Kris?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just tired. They’ve been working us to the bone day in, day out. All these fucking...intense scenes. It’s a little draining.” She hung her head and ran her hands through her hair.
He lifts her chin and traces her jawline, then lightly brushes his thumb under her eye. “You’ve done a bunch of stuff, played some strong characters before, right? Hell, you’ve been working longer than I have,” he chuckles.
“Well, yeah, but I never had to give this much of myself before. I really have to lay it all out there, just be raw and bare and...vulnerable. Even though I’m essentially myself, it’s more challenging than I thought. Not that I don’t relish it. It’s pretty amazing.”
“It is. I’d never imagine that I’d be playing a role like this. I mean, the perfect guy? Couldn’t be further from me.”
He pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, furiously digging his hands into his pockets. “Shit. Got a light?”
“Uh, yeah,” she scoffs. “Hold on, let me go get it.” She spins around on one foot, headed for her bedroom.
He can’t help but let his eyes linger on her cute little bum, what little curve she has juts out of her abnormally tiny pajama shorts. Whoa, he watches her sway slightly as she walks down the short hallway, a sliver of her perfectly petite roundness playfully tempting him.
She returns and hands him her lighter, the cigarette dangling from his mouth in awe.
“What?” Kristen asks, arching her eyebrow.
“Um, uh...I don’t know. Damn it, Kris!”
He lights the cigarette and inhales the smoke. For once, I’m fucking speechless.
“Can’t speak, huh? That’s a first. Usually, you do all the talking.”
“Yeah,” he answers, leaning a hand on the counter, “well, I, I don’t ...really want to talk anymore, Kris.”
He puts the cigarette out in the miniscule sink and nervously rakes his fingers through his hair. He hungrily grabs her face and tastes her lips. “Bed. Now,” the words rush out of his mouth in between lip locks.
They slink down the hallway, his hands sliding under her shirt and curling around the flesh of her torso. He slips off her shirt, carelessly tossing it behind them.
She finally crashes down onto the bed, her legs hanging off the edge as he runs hot wet kisses from her neck down to the waist of her shorts. His hands fiercely enter her shorts and pull them off. She grabs at his shirt and rips it over his head. Her tiny shape holds onto his shoulders and eases her fingers down his back, resting at his hips. He eagerly unzips his pants and lets them fall to the floor, her hold still on him. Her eyes grow larger as she watches the bulge underneath his boxers with awe and she nearly gets off on him stroking it as he fumbles to the floor in search of a condom. He licks his lips and his mouth finds her inner thigh, dangerously close to her aching heat-filled center. She gasps in pleasure, a small whimper escaping her lips. He carefully lowers her panties and she suddenly feels his long, slithery tongue working her over. Her back involuntarily arches under the pressure of his torture. “Oh, God,” she breathes. “I don’t think I can’t stand this.”
He briefly pauses long enough to utter, “Can you handle this?”
She feels his long smooth fingers go inside of her while she spreads her legs invitingly. The heat inside of her builds up further. His fingers continue to tempt her until she screams his name. “Just...” she sighs in frustration. “I’m close, I need it.”
“ ’Kay, love,” he tells her, drawing out the sounds of each letter achingly. He finally takes off his boxers and slides the condom along his dick, teasing her to look at it and giving her the most devious smirk.
Her hands grip his lean arms and he lifts her lower half up onto the bed by her hips. He holds her down as she spasms and her chest heaves up and down. She grabs his length and strokes it, attempting to guide its entry. He pries her fingers away one by one and rests her hands on the bed.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he questions playfully.
His breaths and moans increase heavily as he pushes his way inside of her. He thrusts harder, harder. She hears him whisper into the crook of her neck, barely audibly, “God, you’re so tight...and wet.” Once he completely saturates her, he feels her slickness release on him and lazily touches his lips to the spot behind her ear.
“Are you there yet?” she breathlessly lets out, her hands now around his neck.
Before she even finishes speaking, he groans pleasingly.
She tugs at his hair and their lips entwine sloppily. She rolls on top of him and viciously sucks at his collarbone, knowing it may leave a mark as she hears him gasp delightedly. She gets off on hearing that little sound from his sexy lips.
He rests his hands on the small of her back and rolls back on top, pulling out of her. He lays flat on his back beside her for a few seconds, struggling to regain his breath. She senses him protectively curl against her, his sweaty forehead leaning on her shoulder. She dreamily caresses the back of his neck, staring at the ceiling while he fades into sleep.
Kristen and Rob stood up and stretched.
“God, you’d think lying in a meadow for hours would be peaceful, or relaxing or something...” Rob leans down to mention to Kristen.
“I know, right?”
“My arse is fucking killing me.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter because Edward and Bella are finally honest with each other, you know? Like, there are no walls between them anymore. She knows who he is and she trusts him completely. I mean, the love she has for Edward is so intense and all-consuming. She wants to be with him, she’s just so sure of it. I don’t think I could be that certain about something. .. Uh, sorry, I’m just going on and on...”
“No, it’s quite alright, Bel-I mean, Kristen. Sorry, need to get out of character. Uh, I don’t know. It takes a moment, sometimes...” he trailed off embarrassingly, looking away.
“It’s fine. I get it. I mean you spend all this time...”
Her mouth gaped open at how the butterscotch contacts altered his naturally grayish-blue eyes. His hair was actually styled neatly. He was so Edward that it was sickening, it was all wrong. As she snapped out of Bella’s mindset, she wanted to see Rob, the wonderfully unkempt and unclean man that always smelled like cigarette smoke or stale beer or whatever alcohol had crossed his lips. “Uh, you spend all this time dissecting a character, getting to know her, or his thoughts, speech patterns, and all that. I guess it can be hard to break at times.”
Though, most of the time, for her it wasn’t.
“Well, Mike’s still here, so I’m gonna go eat with him and Nikki.”
“Kris, do you really want to?”
“Uh, he’s only going to be here for another few hours, and then he has to go back to L.A. I should be with him.”
“That wasn’t an answer, love.”
“Shut up, Pattinson, don’t fucking call me that,” she hisses through her teeth, so that only he could hear.
“What? I’m a Brit and I rather fancy you.”
“The things that come out of your mouth sometimes...” She shakes her head.
“No, the things that go in my mouth, like last night.” He raises his eyebrows with a devilish grin.
She gasps, then slaps him lightly on the arm. “Fuck you.”
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone, for now. Go, be with him,” he answers. “And yes, you did by the way, fuck me,” he whispers into her ear.
“Just go,” she smiles, her Bella-brown eyes immediately brighter.
***
Kristen takes her place next to Michael, Nikki seated across from them.
Michael kisses his girlfriend’s cheek. “How’s work so far today, babe?”
“Mmm, pretty good,” she replies in a low and worn-out voice. “Aside from the intense dialogue, we basically just had to stare into each other’s eyes adoringly.”
“Which doesn’t sound like it’s that difficult to do,” Nikki interjects. “You barely have to act. I mean, just look at him,” she adds, motioning toward Rob’s table.
Kristen turns around for a second and looks over at Rob, munching on a cheeseburger. “Yeah, I guess,” she shrugs.
“You guess? He’s gorgeous. You have to at least like him a little. I mean, you guys have amazing chemistry. The way you two look at each other...It gives me chills. I wish someone looked at me that way,” she sighs.
“Uh, it’s just acting, Nik.” Chill, Kris, she reminds herself, she doesn’t know anything.
“Right,” the elder girl teases with a wink. Kristen laughs nervously.
“All part of the job, right, Kris?” Mike asks. “I get it. I trust you, as long as that Pattinson guy doesn’t try anything funny while you guys are rehearsing together,” he chuckles.
Too late for that.
***
“Well, hon, it was fun, what little time we did get to spend together,” Michael said as he locked his arms around Kristen’s slender waist in a goodbye embrace.
“Yeah, you know how it is, long days on set, they can be exhausting.”
“You know, you run yourself into the ground, Kris. Shooting during the day, running lines all night. Just remember to relax a little, okay?”
He kissed her on the head and she watched him walk out the door. “Nikki’s gonna go with me to the airport, see me off. Sure you don’t want to come?”
“Nah, I trust you’ll make it there,” she smiled. “You’re in good hands with her.”
She knew she might get a text from him, that damn Pattinson. Why did he have to walk into my life? Everything was fine and perfect and safe. He just had to show up and destroy my happy little existence. I was okay with Michael, wasn’t I?
Michael had been a warm, comforting breeze, easy and relaxing.
Rob was more like her own personal tornado, sweeping her up into a whirlwind of emotions she had never experienced. Definitely different, and way more complicated.
She wasn’t quite sure where this thing with him was heading, and that bothered her immensely. Where is this going? It shouldn’t be going anywhere, it’s nothing, right?
A beep from her phone shook her away from her thoughts.
A text:
ROB:
Wanna ‘run lines’ tonight? Hehe
She texted back:
Very funny. He’s gone, you can come here tonite.
Her phone beeped again. And again.
That’s what she said.
actually, that’s what u said
She responded:
SHUT UP! C u in a bit
***
He knocked on the door, then walked into her trailer.
She had changed out of her Bella costume for the day and relaxed in an old oversized concert t-shirt and tiny boxer shorts that revealed even more of her legs than the skirt had the night before. Her hair disheveled and makeup washed off, he could make out dark circles under her piercing green eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her but wasn’t sure if he should.
That bastard has been here. I smell Axe all over the damn place. Does he fucking bathe in it?
“Hey, you okay, Kris?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just tired. They’ve been working us to the bone day in, day out. All these fucking...intense scenes. It’s a little draining.” She hung her head and ran her hands through her hair.
He lifts her chin and traces her jawline, then lightly brushes his thumb under her eye. “You’ve done a bunch of stuff, played some strong characters before, right? Hell, you’ve been working longer than I have,” he chuckles.
“Well, yeah, but I never had to give this much of myself before. I really have to lay it all out there, just be raw and bare and...vulnerable. Even though I’m essentially myself, it’s more challenging than I thought. Not that I don’t relish it. It’s pretty amazing.”
“It is. I’d never imagine that I’d be playing a role like this. I mean, the perfect guy? Couldn’t be further from me.”
He pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, furiously digging his hands into his pockets. “Shit. Got a light?”
“Uh, yeah,” she scoffs. “Hold on, let me go get it.” She spins around on one foot, headed for her bedroom.
He can’t help but let his eyes linger on her cute little bum, what little curve she has juts out of her abnormally tiny pajama shorts. Whoa, he watches her sway slightly as she walks down the short hallway, a sliver of her perfectly petite roundness playfully tempting him.
She returns and hands him her lighter, the cigarette dangling from his mouth in awe.
“What?” Kristen asks, arching her eyebrow.
“Um, uh...I don’t know. Damn it, Kris!”
He lights the cigarette and inhales the smoke. For once, I’m fucking speechless.
“Can’t speak, huh? That’s a first. Usually, you do all the talking.”
“Yeah,” he answers, leaning a hand on the counter, “well, I, I don’t ...really want to talk anymore, Kris.”
He puts the cigarette out in the miniscule sink and nervously rakes his fingers through his hair. He hungrily grabs her face and tastes her lips. “Bed. Now,” the words rush out of his mouth in between lip locks.
They slink down the hallway, his hands sliding under her shirt and curling around the flesh of her torso. He slips off her shirt, carelessly tossing it behind them.
She finally crashes down onto the bed, her legs hanging off the edge as he runs hot wet kisses from her neck down to the waist of her shorts. His hands fiercely enter her shorts and pull them off. She grabs at his shirt and rips it over his head. Her tiny shape holds onto his shoulders and eases her fingers down his back, resting at his hips. He eagerly unzips his pants and lets them fall to the floor, her hold still on him. Her eyes grow larger as she watches the bulge underneath his boxers with awe and she nearly gets off on him stroking it as he fumbles to the floor in search of a condom. He licks his lips and his mouth finds her inner thigh, dangerously close to her aching heat-filled center. She gasps in pleasure, a small whimper escaping her lips. He carefully lowers her panties and she suddenly feels his long, slithery tongue working her over. Her back involuntarily arches under the pressure of his torture. “Oh, God,” she breathes. “I don’t think I can’t stand this.”
He briefly pauses long enough to utter, “Can you handle this?”
She feels his long smooth fingers go inside of her while she spreads her legs invitingly. The heat inside of her builds up further. His fingers continue to tempt her until she screams his name. “Just...” she sighs in frustration. “I’m close, I need it.”
“ ’Kay, love,” he tells her, drawing out the sounds of each letter achingly. He finally takes off his boxers and slides the condom along his dick, teasing her to look at it and giving her the most devious smirk.
Her hands grip his lean arms and he lifts her lower half up onto the bed by her hips. He holds her down as she spasms and her chest heaves up and down. She grabs his length and strokes it, attempting to guide its entry. He pries her fingers away one by one and rests her hands on the bed.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he questions playfully.
His breaths and moans increase heavily as he pushes his way inside of her. He thrusts harder, harder. She hears him whisper into the crook of her neck, barely audibly, “God, you’re so tight...and wet.” Once he completely saturates her, he feels her slickness release on him and lazily touches his lips to the spot behind her ear.
“Are you there yet?” she breathlessly lets out, her hands now around his neck.
Before she even finishes speaking, he groans pleasingly.
She tugs at his hair and their lips entwine sloppily. She rolls on top of him and viciously sucks at his collarbone, knowing it may leave a mark as she hears him gasp delightedly. She gets off on hearing that little sound from his sexy lips.
He rests his hands on the small of her back and rolls back on top, pulling out of her. He lays flat on his back beside her for a few seconds, struggling to regain his breath. She senses him protectively curl against her, his sweaty forehead leaning on her shoulder. She dreamily caresses the back of his neck, staring at the ceiling while he fades into sleep.