Steal:A Comic-Con Fanfic
This subject is probably overdone and super-old, but I just had to write something about it. The pics drive me crazy and have convinced me of their shippiness
Title thanks to Snow Patrol
It was written on their faces.
In between answering questions such as, “What’s it like to play a sexy vampire?,” they would steal glances and chatter under their breath, away from the prying ears of the microphones seated in front of them.
At first, their conversation consisted of small talk.
“So, haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, trying to sound casual.
“Haven’t seen you either,” he smirked. “Been busy much?”
“Um, actually I’ve been working on this little movie where I’m playing a stripper...”
Then it got awkward.
He could barely contain his guffawing at her statement. “You, a, a stripper?” he managed to eke out between laughs.
She attempted to remain serious but a smile played across her lips.“Yes, I could play a stripper. They tend to be emotionally tortured, you know. That’s where the good stuff is.”
“Riiiight.”
“Yes, that is right, you fucker,” she gritted through her teeth. “I can be an attractive woman.”
He stared straight at her, still grinning. Their eyes met dreamily.
“Yes I know.” He ducked his head down close to the tabletop and grabbed her thigh. She stifled a yelp and her face beamed. “I did play your sexy vampire lov-ah.”
She turned away and slapped him on the leg.
The mindless questions continued until an older woman made her way to the microphone standing in the audience.
“Hi, I’m from Twilight Moms,” she spoke with a smile plastered across her face. “I was just wondering, Rob, boxers or briefs?”
He looked down at the table in front of him and slyly took a sip from his cup of water.
The woman interjected, “Kristen, would you know?”
Kristen ran her hands through her hair, a nervous habit, then bit her lip. Her cheeks turned a pale pink and her eyes met the table. She was inclined toward Rob, reluctantly nudging herself fully onto her seat the moment her name was mentioned.
The woman quickly added, “Kidding, Kristen, kidding...”
“Yeah, right you were, bitch,” she muttered, loud enough that only Rob heard.
“Yeah, tell them, Ms. Stewart,” Rob mouthed to her.
She covered her hand over her mouth and whispered, “Shut up, this is hell for me. You seem to be handling it well, though, what with playing the sexiest vampire and all. I’m just the bitch who gets to kiss Edward Cullen.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed at the name.
Yet she couldn’t keep that goofy grin off her face.
Even as she was answering questions, she couldn’t avoiding thinking how the person to her left would react to her responses, Robert fucking Pattinson, British sex god as he jokingly called himself once. She knew better. He was charming, but often self-deprecating. Oh, he was good, he had to be- fuck, the way he looked at her. His deep gaze burned into her like a hot, painful branding iron. He had branded her memory with his penetrating not quite blue- sort of- grayish eyes.
Her smile only ceased in the rare moments that someone had given a serious answer. Mostly the questions and answers evoked screams or fits of laughter from the crowd.
“God, I’ve never seen this many people in one place. It’s fucking insane, Rob.”
“You should be scared. They’ll probably stalk you. A lot of them are crazy like that, I'd venture.”
“Nice. They’d probably stalk you first. You’re the hot one, er, one of the hot ones.”
He leaned toward and whispered over the roar of the throng,“Well, Kris, we’ll see about that.”
The feeling of his breath on her skin made her lose all focus. “Bathroom. Now.”
“Uh, Kris, you think people won’t notice if we leave together?”
“Then after this whole question thing, before we pose for a stupid photo-op?” she asked in a husky low voice, still leaning toward him, their knees nearly touching.
“We’ll see, Kristen.”
“There’s something good in it for you. Now will you follow?”
He angled his head to the right. “Huh? Ohhhhh.”
“Are you dense, Pattinson?”
“I guess I rather am. I’m a bloody idiot.”
His head bent down in uncontrollable fits of laughter. “Yes, I will follow, five minutes after you.”
“Okay, then. It’s settled.” She grinned, pleased at the control she had over this thing between them.
It was after all, only right. Rob would never let her cheat on Michael, unless of course, she initiated interaction. That was a different story. If she wanted anything, he couldn't refuse her nor deny his own attraction.
Once the panel discussion ended, Kristen slipped out into the hallway, eagerly awaiting one person in particular. She paced back and forth and raked her hands through her almost-jet black mane.
Two minutes passed, then three, then four.
What the hell am I doing? I should just go back. He probably won’t even follow me here.
As she continued her pacing, she felt a torso knock into her. A hand grazed the small of her back.
Of course he’d follow.
She stared up at him.
“Hi,” she smiled lightly.
“Hey, love,” he whispered into her ear, then mussed her hair and kissed the top of her head.
She could smell cigarettes on his breath, and maybe, a hint of whiskey? Really?
“Rob, are you drunk?”
“No, I just had a few before I came here, you know, to ease the tension. I knew this thing was going to be a fucking nightmare.”
God, even his curse words sounded amazing with that glorious accent.
“You were just as anxious as I was that whole time?”
“I hid it pretty well, huh?”
“I guess, in between the giggle fits and the sips of water, and the hand through the hair thing, several times.”
She felt guilt wash over her for even noticing his slightest movements. She had a boyfriend, Michael, she had to remind herself. Yet, here she was, clutching the chest of the “skinny wanker” she had met only months earlier.
“You ready, love? We don’t have much time.”
She pulled away from him, letting her fingertips remain in his grasp. Looking down at her feet, she replied, “Um, yeah. Do you have...stuff?”
“Oh, I always have stuff.” He raised his eyebrows seductively. “And if by stuff, you mean condoms, then yeah. I don’t leave home without ‘em.”
“What are you, the fucking Energizer Bunny? Do you hump every living female you come in contact with?”
“Ehh, just about,” he shrugged, “unless I work with them. Then I try to stay away.”
“And what am I?” she raised her eyebrows in turn.
“I said try, love. I’m not always successful. You are living proof of this.”
“Really? Is it because of this?”
She grabbed at his cock through his jeans. It stiffened under her touch. She reached up on the tiptoes of her Converses and nibbled at his neck.
He groaned, then hissed,“Kristen, you’ll leave a mark, love.”
“I. Don’t. Care,” she whispered into his ear, her hot breath nearly burning him.
Her tongue delicately drew across his ear.
“Uh, let’s go, Kris.”
“Go where?” she asked as she moved away from him, still grabbing his cock and slowly pumping it.
She suddenly released it and took his hand instead, realizing the effect she might have on him.
He watched her turn around, glancing back quickly to give him a come-hither gaze. She dragged him off to the men’s bathroom, which, thankfully, no one had currently occupied, save for themselves.
He stood facing her as she shoved him into a stall. She locked the door and deftly unzipped his pants, then discreetly, with one fluid motion, ripped his boxers down.
The stroking began again. She wanted to feel him, she needed to let herself feel him, directly, the most important part of him at this moment.
“Kristen. Stewart.” He drew out her name as if it were both a blessing and a curse on his lips.
He could feel her small, cold hands warming up against him, creating the friction he so desperately craved. Her fingertips continued up and down his member and he winced at the pleasure she evoked.
“God, Krist-“
Her tongue entered his mouth and their lips smacked in unison in a sloppy wet kiss.
“What are you doing to me, love?”
“I’m testing you,” she grinned playfully.
“You’re fucking torturing me, that’s what this is. I’m onto your tricks, Stewart.”
“Oh really?”
She kneeled back down, fully on her knees now.
He could sense her tongue lapping his dick excruciatingly, hissing in and out of her mouth and encircling the tip. She finally took him in her mouth and he nearly came.
He craned down to gaze at her through the ecstasy. “Kris, dear, do you really wanna taste it?”
“Sure, I’ll try anything once,” she shrugged casually. She brushed her hair back and continued to taste him. She knew he would come apart soon as she heard him breathing heavily, trying to hold back a moan at her touch. He released into her mouth. She pulled away and spit it out.
“I can’t swallow that shit. It’s all...sticky,” she grimaced.
“Sorry, that’s how I, I taste, Kris.”
She looked up at him, still kneeling. “It’s...okay. I enjoyed it, I just can’t swallow it.” She wiped her mouth and clandestinely licked her hand.
She rose to her feet, her fingers tracing up and down his chest. “You owe me, Mr. Pattinson,” her lusty green eyes piercing his.
“I suppose...I do.”
He zipped up hastily until she gripped at him again. “No, keep ‘em down. I like it.”
“Okay, you dirty little teenager.”
“Don’t fucking remind me of the whole teen thing.”
His lips caught hers and he coiled one hand around her neck lightly as the other hand reached past her underwear, fingering her clit gently.
She sighed in relief as she felt his soft fingers work her over. The sensation was like nothing she ever experienced. Sure, her boyfriend had turned her on, but he didn’t touch her like that.
Rob knew how to touch, because he was practiced or just because he wanted her so long. He wished she could reach her climax, like he had done for her, just moments before.
His long fingers trailed up under her shirt, dancing across her torso, moving her bra aside and pausing at her breasts. He looked into her eyes and pressed his body flush against hers, against the wall of the stall. His thumbs circled the tips of her nipples for what seemed like minutes, but could have been seconds. Then he caressed both of her breasts, achingly. His hands went back down to her slender hips and he rested one in between her legs, under her clothes. He worked one hand back up her stomach, leaving a slick substance across it, her wetness. She had barely noticed that he made her come under the heat of his touch.
Then he bit at her neck. “Rob! Holy fuck. It’s already sore there from-“
He knew she was about to say his name so he planted one finger on her open mouth, then kissed her softly but still intensely.
“I. Don’t. Care,” he raised his eyebrows, echoing her earlier sentiment. He flashed that crooked grin that he had perfected earlier in the year.
His teeth chewed at the crook of her neck and his tongue trailed up to the spot behind her ear. “I want to leave a mark,” he moaned into her ear.
She wanted to slap him on the arm, hard. But she couldn’t, she was still buried in her own pleasure.
“You...bastard,” fell from her lips instead.
“You fucking love it, Kris.”
She could feel his devilish smile at her neck.
He freed his hands from underneath her clothes and zipped his pants back up.
“That was...fun,” she murmured, still on a high from his touch. She messed with her hair a bit and adjusted her clothes.
“It was fucking amazing. But we need to do this right next time.”
“’Kay.”
He unlocked the door and exited the stall. The bathroom door swung as he left.
She waited a couple minutes, then escaped her confinements. As she pursed her lips, she could still taste him on her, or was it a mixture of her and him? She savored the momentary melding of their bodies and licked her lips. She slinked down the hallway, not quite ready to face the fans but still going along with it anyway.
Title thanks to Snow Patrol
It was written on their faces.
In between answering questions such as, “What’s it like to play a sexy vampire?,” they would steal glances and chatter under their breath, away from the prying ears of the microphones seated in front of them.
At first, their conversation consisted of small talk.
“So, haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, trying to sound casual.
“Haven’t seen you either,” he smirked. “Been busy much?”
“Um, actually I’ve been working on this little movie where I’m playing a stripper...”
Then it got awkward.
He could barely contain his guffawing at her statement. “You, a, a stripper?” he managed to eke out between laughs.
She attempted to remain serious but a smile played across her lips.“Yes, I could play a stripper. They tend to be emotionally tortured, you know. That’s where the good stuff is.”
“Riiiight.”
“Yes, that is right, you fucker,” she gritted through her teeth. “I can be an attractive woman.”
He stared straight at her, still grinning. Their eyes met dreamily.
“Yes I know.” He ducked his head down close to the tabletop and grabbed her thigh. She stifled a yelp and her face beamed. “I did play your sexy vampire lov-ah.”
She turned away and slapped him on the leg.
The mindless questions continued until an older woman made her way to the microphone standing in the audience.
“Hi, I’m from Twilight Moms,” she spoke with a smile plastered across her face. “I was just wondering, Rob, boxers or briefs?”
He looked down at the table in front of him and slyly took a sip from his cup of water.
The woman interjected, “Kristen, would you know?”
Kristen ran her hands through her hair, a nervous habit, then bit her lip. Her cheeks turned a pale pink and her eyes met the table. She was inclined toward Rob, reluctantly nudging herself fully onto her seat the moment her name was mentioned.
The woman quickly added, “Kidding, Kristen, kidding...”
“Yeah, right you were, bitch,” she muttered, loud enough that only Rob heard.
“Yeah, tell them, Ms. Stewart,” Rob mouthed to her.
She covered her hand over her mouth and whispered, “Shut up, this is hell for me. You seem to be handling it well, though, what with playing the sexiest vampire and all. I’m just the bitch who gets to kiss Edward Cullen.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed at the name.
Yet she couldn’t keep that goofy grin off her face.
Even as she was answering questions, she couldn’t avoiding thinking how the person to her left would react to her responses, Robert fucking Pattinson, British sex god as he jokingly called himself once. She knew better. He was charming, but often self-deprecating. Oh, he was good, he had to be- fuck, the way he looked at her. His deep gaze burned into her like a hot, painful branding iron. He had branded her memory with his penetrating not quite blue- sort of- grayish eyes.
Her smile only ceased in the rare moments that someone had given a serious answer. Mostly the questions and answers evoked screams or fits of laughter from the crowd.
“God, I’ve never seen this many people in one place. It’s fucking insane, Rob.”
“You should be scared. They’ll probably stalk you. A lot of them are crazy like that, I'd venture.”
“Nice. They’d probably stalk you first. You’re the hot one, er, one of the hot ones.”
He leaned toward and whispered over the roar of the throng,“Well, Kris, we’ll see about that.”
The feeling of his breath on her skin made her lose all focus. “Bathroom. Now.”
“Uh, Kris, you think people won’t notice if we leave together?”
“Then after this whole question thing, before we pose for a stupid photo-op?” she asked in a husky low voice, still leaning toward him, their knees nearly touching.
“We’ll see, Kristen.”
“There’s something good in it for you. Now will you follow?”
He angled his head to the right. “Huh? Ohhhhh.”
“Are you dense, Pattinson?”
“I guess I rather am. I’m a bloody idiot.”
His head bent down in uncontrollable fits of laughter. “Yes, I will follow, five minutes after you.”
“Okay, then. It’s settled.” She grinned, pleased at the control she had over this thing between them.
It was after all, only right. Rob would never let her cheat on Michael, unless of course, she initiated interaction. That was a different story. If she wanted anything, he couldn't refuse her nor deny his own attraction.
Once the panel discussion ended, Kristen slipped out into the hallway, eagerly awaiting one person in particular. She paced back and forth and raked her hands through her almost-jet black mane.
Two minutes passed, then three, then four.
What the hell am I doing? I should just go back. He probably won’t even follow me here.
As she continued her pacing, she felt a torso knock into her. A hand grazed the small of her back.
Of course he’d follow.
She stared up at him.
“Hi,” she smiled lightly.
“Hey, love,” he whispered into her ear, then mussed her hair and kissed the top of her head.
She could smell cigarettes on his breath, and maybe, a hint of whiskey? Really?
“Rob, are you drunk?”
“No, I just had a few before I came here, you know, to ease the tension. I knew this thing was going to be a fucking nightmare.”
God, even his curse words sounded amazing with that glorious accent.
“You were just as anxious as I was that whole time?”
“I hid it pretty well, huh?”
“I guess, in between the giggle fits and the sips of water, and the hand through the hair thing, several times.”
She felt guilt wash over her for even noticing his slightest movements. She had a boyfriend, Michael, she had to remind herself. Yet, here she was, clutching the chest of the “skinny wanker” she had met only months earlier.
“You ready, love? We don’t have much time.”
She pulled away from him, letting her fingertips remain in his grasp. Looking down at her feet, she replied, “Um, yeah. Do you have...stuff?”
“Oh, I always have stuff.” He raised his eyebrows seductively. “And if by stuff, you mean condoms, then yeah. I don’t leave home without ‘em.”
“What are you, the fucking Energizer Bunny? Do you hump every living female you come in contact with?”
“Ehh, just about,” he shrugged, “unless I work with them. Then I try to stay away.”
“And what am I?” she raised her eyebrows in turn.
“I said try, love. I’m not always successful. You are living proof of this.”
“Really? Is it because of this?”
She grabbed at his cock through his jeans. It stiffened under her touch. She reached up on the tiptoes of her Converses and nibbled at his neck.
He groaned, then hissed,“Kristen, you’ll leave a mark, love.”
“I. Don’t. Care,” she whispered into his ear, her hot breath nearly burning him.
Her tongue delicately drew across his ear.
“Uh, let’s go, Kris.”
“Go where?” she asked as she moved away from him, still grabbing his cock and slowly pumping it.
She suddenly released it and took his hand instead, realizing the effect she might have on him.
He watched her turn around, glancing back quickly to give him a come-hither gaze. She dragged him off to the men’s bathroom, which, thankfully, no one had currently occupied, save for themselves.
He stood facing her as she shoved him into a stall. She locked the door and deftly unzipped his pants, then discreetly, with one fluid motion, ripped his boxers down.
The stroking began again. She wanted to feel him, she needed to let herself feel him, directly, the most important part of him at this moment.
“Kristen. Stewart.” He drew out her name as if it were both a blessing and a curse on his lips.
He could feel her small, cold hands warming up against him, creating the friction he so desperately craved. Her fingertips continued up and down his member and he winced at the pleasure she evoked.
“God, Krist-“
Her tongue entered his mouth and their lips smacked in unison in a sloppy wet kiss.
“What are you doing to me, love?”
“I’m testing you,” she grinned playfully.
“You’re fucking torturing me, that’s what this is. I’m onto your tricks, Stewart.”
“Oh really?”
She kneeled back down, fully on her knees now.
He could sense her tongue lapping his dick excruciatingly, hissing in and out of her mouth and encircling the tip. She finally took him in her mouth and he nearly came.
He craned down to gaze at her through the ecstasy. “Kris, dear, do you really wanna taste it?”
“Sure, I’ll try anything once,” she shrugged casually. She brushed her hair back and continued to taste him. She knew he would come apart soon as she heard him breathing heavily, trying to hold back a moan at her touch. He released into her mouth. She pulled away and spit it out.
“I can’t swallow that shit. It’s all...sticky,” she grimaced.
“Sorry, that’s how I, I taste, Kris.”
She looked up at him, still kneeling. “It’s...okay. I enjoyed it, I just can’t swallow it.” She wiped her mouth and clandestinely licked her hand.
She rose to her feet, her fingers tracing up and down his chest. “You owe me, Mr. Pattinson,” her lusty green eyes piercing his.
“I suppose...I do.”
He zipped up hastily until she gripped at him again. “No, keep ‘em down. I like it.”
“Okay, you dirty little teenager.”
“Don’t fucking remind me of the whole teen thing.”
His lips caught hers and he coiled one hand around her neck lightly as the other hand reached past her underwear, fingering her clit gently.
She sighed in relief as she felt his soft fingers work her over. The sensation was like nothing she ever experienced. Sure, her boyfriend had turned her on, but he didn’t touch her like that.
Rob knew how to touch, because he was practiced or just because he wanted her so long. He wished she could reach her climax, like he had done for her, just moments before.
His long fingers trailed up under her shirt, dancing across her torso, moving her bra aside and pausing at her breasts. He looked into her eyes and pressed his body flush against hers, against the wall of the stall. His thumbs circled the tips of her nipples for what seemed like minutes, but could have been seconds. Then he caressed both of her breasts, achingly. His hands went back down to her slender hips and he rested one in between her legs, under her clothes. He worked one hand back up her stomach, leaving a slick substance across it, her wetness. She had barely noticed that he made her come under the heat of his touch.
Then he bit at her neck. “Rob! Holy fuck. It’s already sore there from-“
He knew she was about to say his name so he planted one finger on her open mouth, then kissed her softly but still intensely.
“I. Don’t. Care,” he raised his eyebrows, echoing her earlier sentiment. He flashed that crooked grin that he had perfected earlier in the year.
His teeth chewed at the crook of her neck and his tongue trailed up to the spot behind her ear. “I want to leave a mark,” he moaned into her ear.
She wanted to slap him on the arm, hard. But she couldn’t, she was still buried in her own pleasure.
“You...bastard,” fell from her lips instead.
“You fucking love it, Kris.”
She could feel his devilish smile at her neck.
He freed his hands from underneath her clothes and zipped his pants back up.
“That was...fun,” she murmured, still on a high from his touch. She messed with her hair a bit and adjusted her clothes.
“It was fucking amazing. But we need to do this right next time.”
“’Kay.”
He unlocked the door and exited the stall. The bathroom door swung as he left.
She waited a couple minutes, then escaped her confinements. As she pursed her lips, she could still taste him on her, or was it a mixture of her and him? She savored the momentary melding of their bodies and licked her lips. She slinked down the hallway, not quite ready to face the fans but still going along with it anyway.