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I think my heart skipped a bit when I saw this.. This looks so much like Rob and Kristen

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it's amazing!! see the dress? isn't the one she was wearing when Alice saw the vision about her as a vampire??

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viernes 8 de enero de 2010

Las fotos de Rob y Kristen son verdaderas ( Actualizado)

Gaby nos mando 2 fotos mas
talves haya mas.

y para las que preguntaban como se llama la hermana de SAM gaby me dice que se llama
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Gracias a Gabi del chat que nos mando esta informacion

Gabi nos comenta que las fotos que vimos de Rob y Kristen con todo el paquete britanico fueron robadas del Facebook de la Hermana de Sam ella las subio y de ahi aparecieron en todas las paginas incluyendo la nuestra , el album estaba como publico y ahora es privado

asi que las fotos no son photoshop como algunas pensaron esta es la confirmacion de que las fotos son verdaderas.
y esto responde a la pregunta que se decia que como era posible que ellos no se hayan dado cuenta??
claro habra muchas que todavia tengan sus dudas que si eran Rob y Kristen los de la foto
pero eso es de cada quien
Por Fabrob 8 de Enero del 2010

Hell. I'll leak it. Rob and Kris holding hands from behind. From Sam's sister's FB acct. 

 

 

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Safe Haven by Cara

r/k fic, PG 13

Safe Haven by Cara


It was after six. Kristen wasn't sure what time exactly. All she knew is she had put in a long day at the studio working on her new movie.

Now she was lying on her one and only piece of furniture on her balcony, a chaise lounge, and smoking a cigarette. Being cooped up all day in that studio, she hadn't been able to even step outside for a cigarette break. She'd been relegated to coffee breaks at the craft service table while crew, co-stars and the director sucked up every second of her time. There had been a span of five minutes where she'd tried to sneak a smoke, but had been caught and shown the no smoking sign five feet away.

Taking a long drag of her cigarette, she relished the feel of the evening air. It had been a horribly humid day, but the evening was nice.

Closing her eyes, she let her sense of hearing take over. Listening to the low din of traffic, people on the street below her and an occasional dog barking, she just enjoyed the city sounds. Then she targeted in on the sound of her TV in the living room. She'd turned it on as soon as she got home not liking to feel so alone. The sound was low, but she could still make out the words of the TV anchor man from the 6:30 news. She let the news of the day swirl around her for a moment and then tuned it out.

A few minutes passed as she kept her eyes closed and then she heard the lively music of the entertainment news show start. She grimaced and wished she hadn't left the remote on her coffee table. She hated those gossip shows with a passion especially since she and Rob had become the hot topic.

Deciding she'd just tune the thing out rather than leave the comfort of her chair and the evening air, she took another drag from her cigarette. However, the next thing she heard left her heart in her throat.

"Twilight star, Robert Pattinson, had a near collision with a taxi in New York City today..."

Kristen shot up from her chaise dropping her cigarette to the concrete floor in the process. She stared at the TV through the partially open glass door to her apartment. Images of Rob on the set of his new movie, Remember Me, flashed across the screen. They spewed information that Kristen knew was probably blown way out of proportion. That didn't make her worry any less, though.

Throwing open the door, she ran to where she'd left her cell phone on the coffee table next to the remote. While she hit the speed dial, she grabbed the remote and muted the TV.

As she listened to the phone ring, she tapped her foot anxiously. She watched the TV as they moved onto another story. What was going on over there, anyway? First a fan attack and now a near car accident? She had the overwhelming urge to raise some hell with the big wigs. Where was all the protection he was promised? If Summit wasn't thinking of Rob's safety, who was?

After what seemed like minutes, Kristen heard, "Hello," in that British accent she adored.

"Rob, are you okay?"

"Okay," he asked.

"The accident," she nearly screamed.

"Oh that."

"Rob!"

"I'm fine, Kris. It was nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. Everyone’s making a big deal out of it."

"Tell me what happened."

He let out a sigh and said, "I had just wrapped on a scene. The security guards were walking me to my trailer. A bunch of fans had been hanging around all day and when they got too close, the guards got a little freaked. They told them to back off and started guiding me into the street. The next second, there's this cab right in front of me."

"But you're okay?"

"I'm fine. It just sort of shook me."

"Do you need me there?"

"Love, I'll always need you."

Kristen smiled for the first time since hearing the news. "That's not what I mean, Rob."

"I know what you meant." He paused a moment as if considering his words and then said, "You have to work just like I do. And I'm fine. I'm in my hotel room where it's quiet and I plan to order a beer from room service and watch a movie. They have free HBO here."

Kristen smiled and finally sat down on her sofa. "I miss you," she said with a sigh.

"I miss you. So much."

"Are you sure you don't want me to come? I could be on a flight..."

"Kris, what I need is for you to stay put." This halted whatever it was she was going to say and she wasn't entirely sure how she was going to finish her sentence anyway. "I'll be back to you before you know it."

She was quiet for a moment as she thought this over. Pushing aside the urge to cry, she took a breath. "Rob?"

"Yes, Love?"

"Please call me next time."

"Next time?"

"If there is a next time and I hope to God there isn't."

"What next time?"

"If you're ever in any kind of almost accident again, call me. I hate hearing it from the annoying people on the entertainment news shows."

"All right, I promise."

"And Rob?"

"Yes?"

"Come home to me."

"Soon, Kris. Soon."

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Two weeks later Kristen was standing in line at the Los Angeles airport. Even though she was hours early just as they always recommend to customers, she was still anxious. This was supposed to be a surprise and the sooner she got past the security check point, the more secure she'd feel that Rob wouldn't know she was coming. Those moron photographers were lurking around every corner it seemed and one picture of her at the airport would be all it would take to ruin the surprise.

Just then a window opened and she hurried over with her one bag and went through the usual airport procedures.

"9:20 flight to New York City," the ticket agent asked her.

"Yes," Kristen replied handing over her passport.

"Your flight is on time today and you'll be leaving from United gate 16."

She sighed in relief at the news. The sooner she hit New York the sooner she'd be able to see and touch Rob. And the sooner she'd feel less like a basket case and more like herself. Rob just made her feel whole.

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It had been a short film day. The director had called it a day after making incredible progress in the morning. They had almost all of their mandatory shots for the day. Then when the equipment began to malfunction, he'd told everyone to go home.

They'd pick back up on Monday morning. "Early," he'd emphasized.

That was fine with Rob. He'd been on set at six that morning, so a little nap would do him some good.

It had been a remarkably good day for him. Since arriving in New York, he hadn't found such great success at really anything except maybe the progress of the movie. He'd been attacked by rabid fans, almost hit by a cab and more recently bizarre packages had been dropped off at his hotel. This last incident had prompted the production company, his manager and everyone else who had any involvement to in his welfare to raise holy hell.

There had been a meeting. One which Rob had walked out on. He hadn't cared what decision they came to. He never read the letters or opened the packages anyway. He only looked at the fan mail that came through his agent's office. Mail which had already been screened before he'd laid eyes on it. The rest of it he didn't touch with a ten foot pole and he supposed that was his paranoia coming through. Who knew what these people were capable of? They were leaving notes on his windshield for Christ's sake! Who did that to a stranger?

He threaded his fingers through his hair and leaned back against the wall of the elevator and listened to the ding as the car passed each floor. When he reached 10, the doors swooshed open and Rob stepped out. His body guard stepped out first and then led him down the hall and right to his door.

Rob turned to the guy and said, "Thanks, Jeff."

The burly guy said, "When you want to leave, let me know."

"I'm not leaving," Rob answered pulling his key card from the pocket of his jacket.

"Well, if you do," he held up his phone and waved it in the air.

"I will," Rob said promising he wouldn't try to leave the hotel alone.

The guy headed back down the hall to the elevator and Rob placed the card into the slot and turned the handle.

As soon as he entered his room, he knew something was off. One, he could hear the TV on and he hadn't even turned it on that morning. Two, there was a light on in the bathroom and he knew he hadn't left it on. Three, a very familiar scent filled the air that reminded him of...

"Hello," he called out.

Kristen stepped into the doorway of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and wearing a pair of loose-fitting gray sweats. "You're back early," she replied.

"What are you doing here?"

"Surprising you," she said with a smile. "Surprise."

Rob crossed the room to her and pulled her into his arms. For the moment, he didn't care why or how she was there. All that mattered is she was there.

After a few minutes of hugs, kisses and caresses later, Rob looked down at the woman he loved and said, "Want to fill me in?"

"We finished filming early and I wanted to come see you."

"You're here for the weekend?" She nodded her head with a smile. "You're all mine?"

"Always and forever," she whispered. "But," she added, "this weekend it's just us."

Rob gave her another kiss and when he pulled away from her, asked, “When did you get here?”

“About a half an hour ago. I was worried my timing would be off and I’d ruin the surprise. And that you’d run across pictures of me on my way here.”

“You know I don’t pay attention to that stuff.”

“I know, but I was worried just once you’d see something on the internet.”

“Kris, I haven’t had time to even check my voicemail.”

Kristen laid her head against his shoulder and said, “You must be exhausted.”

At that moment, Rob finally felt the exhaustion he truly felt and let out a yawn.

Kristen pulled away from him and said, “You’re tired. I bet you want a nap.”

“I don’t need one,” he replied with a smile. “I’d rather spend the day with you.”

She shook her head and then started to shove him toward the bed. “You’re tired. I can see it in your eyes. You need to sleep.”

“I don’t want to waste our time together.”

Kristen pushed him to sit on the bed and said, “It’s not wasting time as long as we’re together.”

“You’ll stay here with me? Take a nap with me?”

She then pushed him down onto his back and crawled onto the bed straddling his hips. Leaning over him, she said, “Where else would I be?”

Rob reached up and tucked his hand behind her head and pulled her down to kiss her. As much as Kristen wanted to launch immediately into some earth shattering, toe-curling lovemaking, it had been a month since they’d been together after all, she knew that wasn’t the first order of business. Rob needed some sleep. So, regretfully, she pulled away from his kiss.

“Sleep, Rob. Then you can do whatever you want.”

A mischievous light twinkled in Rob’s pale blue eyes and he said, “Anything? I can have anything I want?”

She grinned down at him and said, “Within reason.”

“No,” he protested, “You said anything.”

“We’ll see,” she replied and rolled away from him. “Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Rob quickly shucked his clothes starting with his shoes and ending with his worn, gray t-shirt. He leaned back against the pillows of the freshly made bed and looked at Kristen who sat there in her gray sweats. “Want to lose the towel and join me,” he asked.

Kristen realized she’d had her hair pulled up in a towel this whole time and hadn’t thought twice about it. “I completely forgot.”

“Well, I want to see this new do of yours.”

“Okay, ready?”

“Yep.”

She let the towel loose and the now shoulder length hair tumbled down around her face. Shaking her head, she loosened the dark locks and then ran her fingers through it. “Well?”

“I like it,” he said with a smile.

“I don’t. It’s not my hair. I like my hair.”

“It’s sexy.”

“You think so?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

She scooted over to him, but didn’t lie down with him. “At least it’s not forever.”

“Come here,” he said and held an arm out signaling for her to lie down with him. She smiled and then lay down with her head against his chest. “None of this is forever, Love. I’ll be back with you in LA soon. Your hair will grow back. All will work out.”

“Do you think we’ll ever stop getting strange mail?”

Rob chuckled and said, “Who knows.”

As they lay there together in the quiet, Kristen began running her hand along first his arms and then down his chest to his legs as if she were searching for something. Rob quirked a brow and said, “Looking for something?”

“Bruises. Are you sure you weren’t hurt?”

Rob sighed and said, “I’m fine. Scared the living shit out of me, but physically I’m fine.”

“What about those girls?”

Rob chuckled and said, “Are you kidding? Those body guard were on them too fast for them to do anything.”

“They were grabbing at you.”

“But they didn’t do anything.”

“Did security do anything besides usher you away to then almost get hit by a car?”

Rob could hear the sarcasm in her voice and he wanted to reassure her that he would be fine. Although, his paranoia was working into overdrive on a daily basis now since the succession of events of the past few weeks. All he wanted was for Kristen to feel at ease. “They were banned from the set.”

“Everyone without a little badge was banned, Rob. Didn’t they do ANYTHING?”

“What more can they do? It’s public property.”

“I don’t know, but I’d like to really give those girls something to think about,” and she lay her head against his chest right over his heart and squeezed him. “The last thing I want is a phone call that you’ve been hurt.”

Rob brushed his fingers through her hair and smoothed it away from her face. “I’m going to be fine. Two more weeks and then this will be over.”

Kristen was quiet a moment as if in thought. Rob was quiet too just savoring the feel of her in his arms. “Rob?”

“Yeah?”

“When you come back, will you be coming home?”

He knew what she was asking and he wanted to say yes. It was what he wanted, but things were complicated. How would they make it all work? Two people from two different countries falling in love.

He gave her the only answer he could give, “I don’t know.”

She tucked her head against his neck and kissed him. “I know it’s complicated.”

“I want to be with you officially, but…”

“I know, Rob. I understand.”

“You know I want nothing more than to be with you…”

She raised her head, looked into his eyes and said, “I know. It’s not easy you not having a home.”

“You have to understand, Kristen, London will always be my home. But I’m also home wherever I’m with you.”

“That’s enough.”

“No, it’s not. You deserve more.”

Kristen leaned into him and kissed him. When she pulled away, she said, “We’ll work it out.”

“I love you,” he said running his hand over her hair in such a loving and tender gesture, it made her want to cry.

Kristen replied with a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Rest. We have much to catch up on.”

As she snuggled up next to him again, he gave a grin and said, “Yes, we do. Not to mention you’re wearing way more clothes than you should be right about now.”

Kristen laughed and Rob relished the feel of it as it vibrated against his chest. “Sleep,” she said through a smile. “Conserve your energy. You’ll need it.”

Rob settled back against his pillow and wrapped his arms around her. This was his woman. Nothing would ever change that. He didn’t care what happened. Productions companies, crazed fans and agents be damned. They would make this work. Somehow. Because he loved her and in her arms, this was his safe haven.

Interview by Gauge

Disclaimer:This interview has never happened.I don't own robert pattinson or kristen stewart.This just came out from my imaginative mind at 2 am while doing some projects for work.I hope you guys will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it.


Subject: Vanity Fair Fall Issue 2010 Interview of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart in their home in Mullholland Hwy,Calabasas,California.
Photographed by :Peggy Sirota



Vanity Fair Fall Issue 2010

Taken from HERE


Robert Pattinson & Kristen Stewart....Seriously,Madly In Love.
*Exclusive Tell All Interview of the Couple,Who for about a year,struggled to keep their
lives somewhat private and how they've kept it together.*




Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart reveals the rollercoaster ride they've both experienced On and Off Camera.The rare intimate and funny moments they happily shared with us and the cereal that is Cinammon Toast Crunch..




- Kristen Stewart -
"Rob brings out the worse and the best in me,he just makes perfect sense to me.He's the only one in a long time who I can act silly with and not being able to care what other people might think and vice versa."




- Robert Pattinson -
Kris was the only person I didn't want to see her get hurt or get upset."I had to reassure her that everything was bloody great and she didn't need to worry about me,it was her that I was mostly worried about.If I have a chance to live my all life all over again,I would still choose to be around her,not because I have to,but because I Want To.I will never regret anything in my life that's she's a part of."..




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As I head out to the valley to meet the Non conventional celebrity couple,it suddenly occured to me how at the tender age of 20(Kristen Stewart) and 24(Robert Pattinson),both have managed to avoid all kinds of paparazzi attention,but it wasn't that easy for them.




The drive to Calabasas,where the 2 have been living together for the past year,is a 45 min drive from Los Angeles on good days.




The house was amazing,palm trees everywhere and the smell of the ocean was so distinct.The surfboards that were hung side by side by the gate made it more unique.I pulled up to their driveway,and I was met by Robert's agent and lead me to the patio where Kristen,in a Calvin KLein white tank top and Betsey Johnson solid baby houndstooth show jumper and Chuck Taylors,was finishing up the photoshoot with Peggy Sirota(the same photographer,her and Robert had during the Twilight promotion),Robert in a gray Gucci roundneck shirt,Cheap Monday dark denims and Doc Marten boots was sitting in a lounge chair,smoking his marlboros,greeted me with a big hug.Kristen walks up to him to take a puff off of his smokes and gave me this playful nod,acknowledging my pressence.When I saw how giddy they were towards each other,Robert sneaks a pucker on her lips and gazing into each other's eyes while Kristen goes back to the shoot,I couldn't tell that these two have suffered the cruelty of the media and the rest of the hollywood circus.They just exude that certain glow to one another.




It's 15 to 10 am and I laid out my tape recorder,notepad and pen all set to hear what this adorable couple have to say finally,after 2years of speculations regarding their relationship.




-As I waited for Kristen's last layout photo for the magazine,Robert sits in front of me in their black and white pinstripe loveseat and started talking about the house that they both found on the internet awhile back.-




"Hey,so what do you think of our place?"..He gives me this huge grin that would brighten any room."It's the closest thing to paradise for us.Kris picked out most of the furniture and some of the artworks".. he added,sounding excited about the exquisite and yet fun taste of his lady love.He is talking about the vintage loveseat he's sittin on that Kristen found in Mexico City while they did the promotions for New Moon, the second installment of Stephenie Meyer's wildly huge success of the Twilight Saga Novels.That movie brought them to another level of popularity.It made about $300million worldwide.




-Robert lights up another cigarette and then I started with my first question."How has it been for the two of you these past couple of years?You have been scrutinized so many times that it came to a point where, you had to throw in some harsh words.How bad was it?" As i ended the last sentence,he shrugs and had this big sigh then looks at kristen with outmost adoration.-





"Uhhmm...hmmmm...ahh..well...it..it was bad because from the very start I had to protect her from all the crap.".. he was choked up,before continuing..I didn't give a bloody rats ass if It was just me,but it came to a point where she was hurting so bad,I mean emotionally trying so hard not to show it and it crushed me."..takes a hit of his cigarette and for a second there, Mr.Robert Pattinson aka the hottest vampire out there,showed some heartfelt emotions,sadness overpowered in his eyes.




He has been very open about the fact that,he has always looked out for Kristen's best interests since day one.What would make her happy,to shield her from all the insanity and not ever taking advantage of their on screen chemistry.They both had to look out for each other and made it a point to keep it low key.The talented british actor, who as Kristen has said so many times,"is Incapable of Lying", now has to,because of the woman he had fallen in love with.




Nobody has known until this very moment,that he had to take a step way back further from her because she was wih Michael Angarano that time,also an actor,Kristen has known since she was 14yrs old,and was her boyfriend for about 2 and a half years, until the news broke that they parted ways and till now still maintains a solid "bestfriends" relationship."It was pretty painful for Kris mostly,her and Michael already decided to end it long before,I pursued her.I think what makes us strong together was the fact that I waited silently and patiently and respected what they had.And she was very much aware of it."..he continued,in a very gentlemanly manner".





-Robert Pattinson-
"I think what makes us strong together was the fact that I waited silently and patiently and respected what they had."





"I wasn't acting like a wanker or anything for that matter."..Rob,throws some british slang there.."There was this moment when,we did the European promotion for Twilight,that strucked me straight through my heart."..he recalls.."She looked at me in a way that was different from the others,with tears in her eyes she said,"Rob?..Thank you for being my support system,and I'm sorry for what we have to endure". he recites the exact words that came out of her. "I was bloody devastated because I wasn't aware that she was feeling exactly the same about me,as I am with her.Kris was the only person I didn't want to see get hurt or get upset."I had to reassure her that everything was bloody great and she doesn't need to worry about me,it's her that I was mostly worried about.If I have the chance to live my life all over again,I would still choose to be around her,not because I have to,but because I Want To.I will never regret anything in my life that's she's a part of.".. he continues,pouring his heart out for the first time and starts playing with his hair,a habit both he and kris always tend to do during interviews and sometimes will do it exactly the same time as the other.





I had to pinpoint that to shy away from the last few words he uttered.."It is a tad bit scary how we mimic each other's habits.I finally realized it when we saw our past interviews.We both looked at each other and started laughing".We are quite an unusual couple aren't we?"..he adds and starts to laugh,remembering those times and then turns around to check if Kristen was done.The crew starts packing up and Peggy runs up to Robert and gives him a kiss on the cheeks and said their goodbyes.Kristen started to walk towards us,working her way in the loveseat she picked herself.Robert puts his arms around his lady love who he describes as "She just makes me a better person each day I'm with her.





-Kristen Stewart-
"He does make fun of me when I'm in the kitchen because I feed him cereal almost everyday,I apologize for not being able to cook a decent meal Mr.Pattinson."





"She is the stronger one in the relationship and don't underestimate her because she makes the best cinnamon toast crunch with milk for breakfast!" he jokingly adds,laughing and gives kristen a kiss on the lips,while she playfully punches him in the shoulder."He does make fun of me when I'm in the kitchen because I feed him cereal almost everyday,I apologize for not being able to cook a decent meal Mr.Pattinson." she adds with a quick wit and laughs with him,while sharing intimate gazes in between..I was witnessing the funny banters they were exchanging and it was a breath of fresh air looking at them and how they adored each other so much.They share jokes that nobody could understand.I felt out of place somehow.hahaha.




Kristen takes a sip of diet coke when I asked her about their relationship and all the drama that was involved before getting to this somewhat peaceful moment they've been enjoying the past year.




-"Did you have any regrets before both of you finally met halfway through this craziness and decided to finally speak about the relationship?" I asked..-




Robert took her hand,showing support and comfort for her,before she could start answering the question and she gives him this smile only a woman can give to a guy that is In Love..




"I never did have any,uhhmm..hhmmm..Regrets at all"..she begins with deep thoughts inside her,and starts playing with her hair... "In the beginning,we've already built this friendship and he was the only one who made sense to me before,during and after Twilight.We sort of created this bubble that was only for Us.And it kept on evolving,unaware of everything that was surrounding us that time.We didn't plan anything it sort of just...happened." she adds,all smiles.."We would always have conversations about fame,popularity and the media,because I wasn't really into it,it wasn't my favorite part of the job and he understood me.He was and still is my support system."..she gives away this part of her that nobody on tv can see and he sits right beside her,paying attention to every single word she was saying.."He has been a great friend,and was overly protective of me and taking care of me in so many ways."..she continues and Rob shares some of his thoughts too.."She makes me feel the same way,we connect in so many levels that sometimes we finish each other's sentences it's scary"..Rob leaves a smile and a loving gesture by fixing his girlfriend's hair..




-Robert Pattinson-
"She makes me feel the same way,we connect in so many levels that sometimes we finish each other's sentences it's scary."




"I didn't need to emphasize that to everybody because we both knew it was just ours to keep and not for the rest of the world to get a field day on,and using our Chemistry just to sell the movie.We cared so much about it that we had to pull ourselves together each time the same questions come up."..Kristen strongly admits.




-Gauge Keyleigh Richards-

The second part of my Vanity Fair RobSten interview.Again this is just a fanfiction.Nothing is true.



-Robert Pattinson-
"I don't care if you have to feed me cinnamon toast crunch for the rest of my life as long as I get to share it with you.".. Rob,ends it with the most sincere intentions he just professed to his talented girlfriend..


-Kristen Stewart-
"When we headout to do some grocery shopping,walking the dogs around the neighborhood,just normal couple stuff ya know?..It's pretty awesome and totally unexpected for the both of us,it feels great"..she shares the domestic bliss they've been enjoying





She drags a smoke from Robert's marlboro lights and continues..




"Michael and I we're bestfriends before we got together and for people to actually criticize us about that whole situation didn't even know what was really going on.We parted ways in good terms it was a mutual thing and not a one way street.And we both felt that we were not in any way obligated to announce every single thing that was happening to our lives.We were together for a long period of time because we wanted to have this thing called "privacy"."Well, anyways" ..she adds.." We're both happy for each other now and I'm glad that we're able to deal with it and still have this respect for one another.".. she finally looked relieved,and leaned back closer to Robert.."See how strong she is?She would always tell me,Take it or Leave it".. he sneaks a comment and adds,"Oh yeah I took it", and bursts into the signature Robert laugh,while she whispers something to him and fixes his shirt..





Kristen starts to talk more about him and how she reveals why they almost didn't make it and why they're both seriously INLOVE with each other..




"Rob knew that we had to stick it out to be able to survive it.We were both struggling and had to sacrifice and we almost gave up,because it was getting harder..Uhmm..oh..hmmm...it did put a strain in our relationship for a lil bit."..she says it all straight forward..The friendship that bonded US,it helped so much for us to realize that inspite of everything and everybody was saying,that we will always have..hmmm.."..she had to stop then continued with finding just the right word.."US"..she finally says it without batting an eyelash.."He tells you I'm the stronger one but,He kept it stable for us,he's the stronger one." she adds,bites her lower lip and looks at him..oh i don't know for how many times now.That look was so endearing and sweet.That moment made me a big fan of theirs.Wow I'm self confessing in my own article.





-Kristen Stewart-
"Rob knew that we had to stick it out to be able to survive it."





"I think if it wasn't for his patience and being able to keep up with me,oh yeah and the Love ofcourse." her,trying to be a smartass.."We wouldn't be here doing this interview,talking about our life together,you know?"..Kristen assures me,and doing some hand motions showing how beautiful their home is..."Love,we were in this together from the beginning"..Robert adds while he gazes a sweet look that's only meant for his girlfriend..."If it wasnt for Kris' tolerance,because I can be a little grumpy sometimes,throwing a tad bit of a tantrum I may say, she..uh..hmmm...She's just wonderful and lovely and gorgeous,etcetera etcetera."..Robert continues,sharing how he is definitely smitten and a fully committed guy when it comes to his girlfriend,Kristen Stewart..Sorry ladies..






-Robert Pattinson-.."I was terrified at first thinkin Oh god please don't let her paint the house pink!"Luckily we do agree on a lot of things."..Rob adds, laughing while his girlfriend pinches his cheeks..






"We wouldn't be in Calabasas,living together in this awesome house,picking out the right furniture,like the bed and mattress,the couch,which colors would go well together.I mean things like that so we won't have to throw a fit at each other."..Kristen starts describing on sharing the responsibilities around the house.."I was terrified at first thinkin Oh god please don't let her paint the house pink!"Luckily we do agree on a lot of things."..Rob adds, laughing while his girlfriend pinches his cheeks..."When we headout to do some grocery shopping,walking the dogs around the neighborhood,just normal couple stuff ya know?..It's pretty awesome and totally unexpected for the both of us,it feels great"..she shares the domestic bliss they've been enjoying.."And you my love,wouldnt be making scrumptious cinnamon toast crunch for me, think about that."..Rob playfully repeats the joke about her cooking again.."I'm kidding Kris.I don't care if you have to feed me cinnamon toast crunch for the rest of my life as long as I get to share it with you.".. Rob,ends it with the most sincere intentions he just professed to his talented girlfriend.. "Rob brings out the worse and the best in me,he just makes perfect sense to me.He's the only one in a long time who I can act silly with and not being able to care what other people might think and vice versa.".And a big plus that he fell inlove with my cat too, and we compliment each other." she gets all giddy and had that permanent smile on her face..Kristen Stewart just revealed a softer side of her after talking about the man who would follow her to the end of the world.





"But it wasn't easy for us because we always had to keep a straight face and acted like we didn't care at all."..Rob adds.."We would always make up different hand gestures or signals or some stupid made up words so that people won't know,or notice.It was always a wreck though,and I would always tell her,"Kris just laugh it out when you get nervous ok?"..I was doing the same exact things anyways.I had to start laughing for no reason at all and people would give me that weird look."..Rob shares their secret when they do red carpet events and interviews and him and Kristen started laughing.."But It was all worth it."..His serious side came back,Kristen's stunning green eyes met his gorgeous baby blue ones.."Yes,definitely it was all worth it"..The lovely girlfriend agrees..






-"Do you guys think that everything's all mellowed out now and hardly enough people cared about what happened?-





The couple got quiet,looked at each other and started laughing.."What do you think?"..Robert looks at me waiting for my answer.."I think you guys handled everything very well."I added my 2 cents then Kristen started to answer the question.."Because it got old and you know how people find me boring anyways.Plus after this interview they will all shut up and move on to find some juicy hollywood scandal or something,because we have finally talked about it!"..Kristen answered with the outmost sincerity.."And Rob hasn't been out around LA because he chose not to,not because of me,let me make that clear as well." she adds very quickly."We are the most boring couple you have ever met,trust me.Nobody gets our jokes,sometimes Kris doesn't even get mine,isn't that right love?" Robert replies and makes fun of the both of them and Kristen agrees,I mean when Rob tells jokes.I hardly think they were boring but indeed Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart does share a bond that not a lot of people will get.The kind that makes their heart skip a beat without being too cheesy or touchy feely around each other.





-Robert Pattinson-
"We are the most boring couple you have ever met,trust me.Nobody gets our jokes,sometimes Kris doesn't even get mine,isn't that right love?"





-Kristen's turning 21 in the next few months and you guys are starting to film the final installment which is Breaking Dawn next spring.What are you plans?You guys going to work something around it,because I heard that Warner Bros.is also eyeing the two of you to do a remake of a classic film Splendor in the Grass?That's another pretty intense movie as well.-




"We're heading out to London for the Holidays,you know visiting my mum and dad,because they miss her more than they miss their own son."..Robert replies and started laughing again... "And uhhmm..hhmm I'm taking her to Egypt for Valentines,it's sort of Happy Valentines Day/Happy early 21st birthday plus I loved that story about the plastic pyramid toys she thought were real artifacts her Mum and Dad gave her.I thought that was the most sweetest moment in Kris's childhood"..Rob adds and Kristen,biting her lip,hugs her boyfriend tightly.."He is a sweet sweet english lad".. she adds and acts all giddy..Another rare Kristen Stewart moment.




"We haven't heard anything about the Warner Bros. deal yet,but hopefully we do get it because we had a movie night with some friends who came over the house,saw "Splendor in The Grass" and was totally blown away by it,Rob fell in love with it too.And Elia Kazan who directed it in 1961 also did East of Eden which happens to be one of my favorite books of all time"..Kristen adds with excitement and sparkles in her eyes, as she kept her fingers crossed.."I wouldn't do it with anybody but her anyways so yeah uuhhmm.. we are hoping to get it.".Rob adds.."Breaking Dawn will be very crucial because of the birth scene.We can't wait what's in store for us this time around,but we're both pretty stoked about returning to the set and seeing our Twilight family again"..Kris, shares some details about the movie.."We are pretty excited but also sad because it's the last time we will all get to hangout in between takes."..Rob gets all sentimental and Kris makes a face to cheer him up..



We finished the interview and the three of us took a cigarette break before I headout back to Los Angeles.I'ts 12:30 in the afternoon and Kris calls In and Out for delivery.A typical day for the couple is pigging out on fastfood,and read scripts together,"well" Kristen adds that,"He is very anal when it comes to that,he tends to dissect my lines way more than his." She laughs out loud,teasing her boyfriend..The couple tends to gravitate towards their pool area with their guitars in hand while the pets roam around by the patio,in the 2 story 3 bedroom house in Mullholland Hwy,Calabasas California,Robert Pattinson calls Paradise,he shares with girlfriend,Kristen Stewart.



I said my thank you's and goodbyes to my favorite "Pseudo Hollywood Couple" as they want to be called,Kristen immediately jumps on Robert's back and gives her a piggy back ride.I could hear the laughter and the giddyness they both shared as Rob walked towards the sliding door that Kristen happily opens for him.Waiting for their hamburgers,I can see them snuggled with their beloved pets in one of Kris's choice of couch and will watch Splendor in the Grass or perhaps their past interviews and make fun of each other.



You won't see them walking hand in hand along Beverly Hills or some hotspot somewhere in Los Angeles like other actors/actresses frequent, just to be seen and have their photos plastered all over the internet and tv shows.You won't see Robert Pattinson in Chateau Marmont grabbing drinks anytime soon or Kristen Stewart at Kabuki getting japanese food.The Couple does live privately in their own paradise somewhere in the Valley.



I couldn't help but truly admire these 2 young very talented actor and actress.They did manage to keep their heads up and feet grounded,inspite of the dark moments they've encountered and in the long run did meet each other half way.They still have their own hand gestures,laughs,secrets,and signals to this day and the bubble that they've shared and the bond, "The Friendship", that was and Still is the reason why Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart are Seriously..Madly..IN LOVE with Each Other.





-Gauge Keyleigh Richards-

Ache

Ache
by eysies

Title: Ache
Author: eysies
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The ache in her heart was breaking and pushing deeper, yet again.
Disclaimer: don't own them. purefiction.
Warnings: only my second fic. bad grammar intact. :)

Megan fucking Fox?

Relax love. So Russell Brand?

Fuck you.

Love you too.

Her lips twisted into a smile. It was insane really, that both of them had taken up following tabloid magazines. It was their only way of catching a glimpse of each other during this torturous separation. Though it sure made it harder to stop yearning for him, seeing his worship worthy face plastered all over newsstands.

Damn. She missed him. So fucking much.

She sent a quick message back, then stuck her cell in her back pocket and sunk herself into the duvet covers of her king sized bed.

She was exhausted. After working on her vocals with Joan and Dakota, she requested to head off a bit earlier to catch up on some sleep. Joan had dropped her off at the hotel they were both staying at for a few days, and now here she was.

Her crazy bitch of a schedule and her thoughts of longing to be somewhere else have been able to provide her with about 3 hours of sleep each night. Only if she was lucky. So here was her chance finally to try to chase away the shadows she carried under her eyes.

But now that she was in bed, alone, and in utter silence, she felt it coming again. Just like it came every single night, every single morning. It just wouldn’t leave her alone.
The ache in her heart was breaking and pushing deeper, yet again.

They were almost halfway there. In just over a month, they’d finally see each other again. She knew that day would come and that she had to focus on her role now.

She remembered to lock her agony and desires away from everyone, even from him. She couldn’t let him feel the need to bear what she felt. He didn’t deserve it. So she had been trying her hardest to keep a light mood through her texts and late night calls.

But even after hearing his voice every evening, the haunting ache would dig its way out.

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t deal with all the press much longer.

Paps always found their freaking way on her heels. They threw questions and remarks at her. Remarks that hurt. Remarks that made her miss him more. And she was fucking pissed and tired of them.

But the only thing feeding her real pain was the fact that she needed him so damn much, every minute of every day.

She needed his touch, his breath, his smile, his smell... she just needed him.

She blinked back some moisture and felt it roll down off her cheeks. She shifted to lie on her left side, dragging the corner of the duvet cover along with her so that it rested over her slim figure. Fuck, Kristen. Pull yourself together girl. You’re stronger than this. Not that she ever could listen to her own commands. Her emotions just took over every time she thought of him.

Just then she felt her back pocket vibrate. She reached her right arm back to slip her phone out.

Rob Calling.

Fuck. He always knew when to call.

She quickly sniffed and rubbed her nose before she clicked answer.

“Kris?”

“Rob,” she sighed out. It felt so good saying his name.

“What are you doing now love?”

“I’m in my bed. Wish you were here.” She pulled up the covers higher, bending her knees to engulf some of the fabric, in a way to imagine hugging him.

“Babe you okay? You sound a little chocked up.”

He knew her so friggen well it was scary. She swallowed hard.

“No, I’m fine. I’m... I’m just tired.” It was half the truth.

She brought a finger to her eye to wipe another sneaky little tear running off.

”Kristen...”

“I miss you,” she interrupted.

“I miss you too.” And she knew he did, she could hear it in his voice.

She heard a knock on the door.

Fucking housecleaning. She could swear she told them it wasn’t necessary today.

More knocking on the door. Why now?

“Ugh. Hold on. House cleaning’s at the door. Stay on.”

“Not going anywhere love.”

She reluctantly shuffled the covers off of her to the side and climbed out of the oversized bed. She knew she looked like hell right now, with her infamous mess of hair clearly intact, except shorter and a million shades darker. She quickly ran the edge of her index finger under her eyes to wipe off the wetness still there.

She kept the phone to her ear, just to hear him breathing; to keep him near her.

She reached the door. Not bothering to look through the eye hole to make sure it wasn’t some insane fan, she unlocked it.

As she opened it, she squinted her eyes from the light from the hallway which was inhumanely bright compared to her dark curtain draped room. Then she looked up, wondering why the maid hadn’t said the usual “Good afternoon Ms. Stewart.”

It took her a minute to register the taller broad stature standing before her. She took in the short tousled hair, the all too familiar eyes, nose and lips. She noticed the plaid on the body she had admired way too much up close and from afar. She saw the phone held in his hand, up next to his ear and watched as the corners of his lips turned to form her favourite half smile half smirk.

It was him. He was right there, in front of her. Rob.

Her phone slipped out of her hand as she flung herself onto him, holding him as close to her as possible.

“Kris,” he whispered out in the sweetest voice as he embraced her back.

He wrapped his arms around the curve of her waist and rested his chin on the back of her shoulder.

She grabbed folds of his shirts at his back in an attempt to grasp him even closer.

She buried her face into his chest while smearing her overflowing tears all over his t-shirt layer. She didn’t know why her tears were still running, now heavier than ever, or why she was crying at all.

She couldn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense that she was in his arms right now. It wasn’t possible.

But he was there. There with her. And that was all that mattered. Nothing could tear him apart from her.
At least not for now.

There was so much she wanted to say. So much she wanted to ask. But her thoughts were too much in a jumble to even make sense.

“I love you Rob,” she managed with her frail voice beat with emotion.

“I love you too.” He pulled his head back to place a kiss on the top of hers.

“You have no idea how fucking much.”

And that was all she needed to hear.

Crime and Punishment by qjmom

r/k, fic, adult

Crime and Punishment
by qjmom

This is the second of my submissions in the series that JenWordSong and I have started up based on the pics that OCD_Indeed finds for us.

This is the picture that I was assigned; http:

It was the London premier of Twilight on Dec. 3, 2008...yeah we all know what was going on, even back then!! BWHAHAHAHA!!!

This is all just in fun boys and girls. There is absolutely no harm intended to anyone! I don't know Rob or Kristen...and as much as I want to, I don't know Kellan!!

"Bloody hell!"

I stared out the window of the hired car as we inched down the streets of my home town. I never thought I would see people queuing up to see me. This was almost as bad as the LA premier. All the diehard Twilight fans who had probably slept on the streets...just to see me? That is fucking unreal!

My knee was bouncing in a nervous gesture. I would try to stop it, but the alternative was my usual nervous habit of dragging my hands through my mop of hair. I can't wait until I can cut this shit. What real actor has in their contract that they can't cut their hair? The problem with that option was that I had been warned by the little woman who did it tonight that she would, and I quote, "twist my man parts until the Pattinson name has no chance of being carried on."

I cupped myself just easing the phantom pain that even thinking about that caused...

So, every time my hand went to my hair, I had to consciously make an effort to keep myself from dragging it through. I valued said "man parts" too much to even chance a strand being out of place when I hit that red carpet.

The red carpet...the red carpet...Kristen in a nice little dress...that sassy look on her face, the one that I picture her having as she teases me with her body...

Unfortunately, I hadn't seen her since she'd arrived in London. I wanted to...fuck did I want to! But we hadn't exactly been forthcoming with everyone about our relationship, and we had to keep up appearances. Hell, I was even staying with me mum and dad instead of the same hotel with the rest of the cast just to keep myself from blowing everything all to hell with my inability to stay away from her.

It had been weeks since we had been together and my hand was getting callused with all the wanking I was doing lately. Fuck, I had gone at it three times today alone. I knew that I could shag any of the Twi-whores chasing us around, but I didn't want that...I wanted HER.

The LA Premier was the last time we'd been able to sneak away. It had been crazy and keeping my hands off Kristen on the red carpet had been nearly impossible. That bloody one shoulder dress had me wanting to lick across her collarbone. And then she had on those high heels that made her legs look longer than fuck and all I could think about was her wrapping them around me. Christ, I'm glad at least the stylist was smart enough not to put me in those ball hugging tight pants tonight. I'm sure that the entire legion of women who scour the internet for pics loved that! They probably spent hours zooming in on my crotch to see if I was hanging right or left.

The car slowed, and the door was yanked open, allowing the bright lights of the theatre and the noise of the crowd to flood in and ruin my dark mood. And to make things worse, Kristen was already there looking beyond sexy. I tried to stifle a groan as I took her all in.

There, with flashbulbs going off all around her, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Normally, she tried to come off as older than her 18 years, with dresses that looked like my mum should be wearing them, rather than Kristen fucking Stewart, but tonight, she looked like she was ready for me to unwrap her. She looked fucking unbelievable in that black short...bloody hell, if she bends over I am going to be able to see not only her perfect ass, but the lovely little pussy of hers. Snap out of it Patty!

I stepped out of the car, and already all the fucking media were right on me. Glancing over at Kris, I sent her a small smile and she returned it in kind. Yeah baby...give me a few hours, and you won't be just smiling. You'll have a fucking big ass grin plastered across those pretty little lips.

The flashbulbs were going off, half blinding me. Then the questions started...

"Rob, are you and Kristen together?"

"Rob, did you take Kristen home to meet your mum?"

"Rob, when was the last time you and Kristen were together?"

Christ almighty! Why don't they just ask , "Rob, does Kristen give good head?" The answer to that, by the way, would be...Hell yes. The best that I've ever had.

Like I would ever answer any of those vulture's questions...fuckers. It's because of them that we have to pretend that we are simply costars. The last thing a new relationship needs is to have a camera shoved in your face every time you hold hands or God forbid, kiss. I have enough trouble with women, I don't need these wankers fucking things up for me right out of the gate.

It took a few minutes of plastering that phony smile on my face before I made it to Kristen. God, she was looking so incredible in that dress. I felt my cock start to harden and had to try and control myself. I could just see the headline now...Pattinson HARD up for Stewart. Once again I was thankful for a looser pant and a longer jacket to hide my obvious excitement at the thoughts I was having about her.

I shifted to try and hide my growing erection. Kristen slid an arm around my waist and looked up at me with those fucking incredible green eyes, and I knew that there was no way that I was going to stop my dick from trying to find its own way out of my pants tonight. Damn thing had a mind of its own. .

"Rob, Kristen! Over here..."

"You two look so great together!"

All I could think about was what I wanted to do to her...

The lights are out when we stumble through the door of her hotel room. I had to use all of my will power to get through the after party and not lay a single fucking hand on her. There were several members of the press who had been invited to the party, and Catherine and the Summit suits were making sure that Kris and I were never alone together, and even when we were with others from the cast, we never touched.

There was one point during the little shindig that I was able to find Kris in the dark hallway. Looking around, I didn't see anyone, so I took the opportunity to blanket her body with mine, pressing her further into the shadows to make sure we weren't seen.

Her body fit perfectly against mine. My hand glided up her exposed thigh.

"Fuck, Kris. I've wanted to touch you all night," I whispered in her ear, nipping the lobe before moving to kiss along her exposed collarbone. Damn, she tastes good!

"We can't do this here," she protested, but her body was arching into mine and when I snaked my tongue out and ran it along that beautiful exposed skin...she fucking moaned.

"I just need to check one thing." I slid my hand up her creamy thigh and under the little bubble of fabric of her dress. My fingers danced lightly up to find the tiny piece of material I was looking for.. "Damn, I was hoping you weren't wearing any panties..."

I turned and walked away from her, but not before noticing the small squeak she let out. My cock swelled to the point that I actually thought I was going to have to hit the loo and toss one off before heading back out into the crowd.

But...lucky me, I ran into a skanky Twi-whore who was drunk and daring enough to drape herself over me. Just her touch deflated my hard on faster than a naked Kellan (which thanks to his brilliant idea to streak almost daily during filming, was forever etched in my mind.). Thanks, love. Who knew one skank could cure a massive erection in seconds?

Untangling the drunk fromme took a little finagling, but eventually I was able to pawn her off on some script guy who had been using Twilight as his personal ticket to pussyland. He was more than happy to take her off my hands. And she was drunk enough that in the morning she would probably tell her friends that she got felt up by Robert Pattinson. If only I got as much pussy as they gave mecredit for...

The memory of Kristen's body pressed against mine earlier is now in the forefront of my mind as the door slides shut with a small click behind us.

"Rob," she whispers my name and it is the fucking sexist thing that I have ever heard. As if on command, my dick responds, causing my pants to tighten to a painful level.

"Fuck, Kris. Watching you in that dress all night...waiting for you to bend over so I might get a look at that pretty little ass of yours..." I grab her hand in mine and pull her closer to me, placing it on my swollen groin. "This is what you just saying my fucking name does to me. Imagine how much pain I've been in watching you with Kellan and Jackson all night. I hate that they can touch you and I can't."

"You touched me, baby," she purrs as she begins to move her hand over my straining erection, causing me to actually groan. The feel of the rough fabric over my cock is like nothing else. And the fact that she is the one causing it makes it all the better.

"Rob, touch me." Her breathless whisper almost makes me blow my load right then. I can't deny her anything...

My fingers don't hesitate to slip up her legs to that spot that I had been thinking about all night. I know that she is wearing panties, and all I can think about is, what kind of panties? Are they little white cotton ones, or a black g-string. Maybe ones with little pink flowers...

OR NOTHING!

"Kris?"

"Hmmmm..." There is a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"I'm pretty sure that I felt panties covering this," I gently cup her warm sex with my hand, letting a finger move over her lips. All I can think about is, what if she had bent over in front of someone. No one is allowed to see this perfect little pussy but me.

"Ummmm...something happened to them?" A coy little smile is playing on her lips.

I quickly wipe that smile off her face as I rub my thumb over her clit and watch as her eye lids lower and her lips pull into a small "o."

"That's very naughty, Kris. I mean a good girl should always know where her panties are..." I let the words hang in the air as I pull my hand from under her dress and step back from her. The look on her face is absolutely the most adorable bloody thing that I have ever seen. First, she is upset with me that I have stopped my ministrations, then quickly my words sink in and a naughty smile slides into place.

"I have been naughty, Rob. I'm sorry. I promise from now on, I will always know where my panties are."

"Too late, Kristen. I'm going to have to punish you, or you will never learn," I whisper, my voice is deep and I see her shiver. She actually shivered!

Her eyes darken to a deep emerald, almost black. Oh hell yes, she's into this. Before I can even think to do anything else, she makes a move toward the bed. On instinct, I reach out and grab her around the waist with one arm. My other hand is already working my belt. I have got to have her...NOW.

"Ah ah ah...there are lessons to be learned here, Kristen. You aren't getting off that easily." I reel her in to me, her back pulled tight against my chest. "And I mean that in every sense of the word," I whisper in her ear. Another fucking shiver.

She lets out a small squeak, but I feel her body relax into mine, giving herself over to me. Her round ass presses against my hardened shaft and for a second I almost lose it and give in to her. Then I remember that she needs to be taught a lesson.

My lips linger on her exposed collarbone, and I wonder if she chose this dress to remind me of LA. Little tease. I have to taste her right now, allowing my tongue to snake out and draw one long lick over the bare skin at the small indentation where her shoulder and neck meet. Kristen's head lolls to the side giving me full access to all that glorious skin.

"Fuck, Rob," she breathes out. My hands move slowly up to cup her breasts through her dress, my thumb rubbing over her already hard nipples. Suddenly she is grinding her ass against my painfully erect cock. Jesus Christ! I have got to get inside her.

I can see where the back of the dress ties, and it looks like it is holding the whole damn thing up. Just one little tug, and I'm pretty sure all that black material will be in a pool at her feet. My lips travel over the soft skin of her shoulder blade to where the fabric is loosely knotted. Using my teeth, I gently pull at one end of the knot.

"Rob? What the hell are-" Her words are cut off as I roughly pinch her hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She doesn't need to know what I'm doing. Naughty girls don't get to know...

Finally, the fabric parts, and as I predicted, when I remove my hands from her perfect tits, the dress slides down her body to rest at her feet. She is completely bare to me know, and it is the most beautiful fucking thing...ever.

Stepping over the pile at her feet, she moves to the bed. Before she can get too far, I reach for her again, keeping in her place. My other hand is furiously undoing my pants and I actually let out a long breathe of relief when they glide over my hips, springing my hardened cock.

"Bend over, Kristen," I command as I lightly push her to the bed. "Bad girls need to be reminded about their misdeeds, and losing your panties is a definite no-no." I shake my head and almost come as Kristen leans over the bed and pokes her ass out towards me. I'm done.

I lightly slap her creamy cheek. The moan that vibrates through her body nearly throws me over the edge, but then I see the pale pink blossom where I smacked her ass, and I can't control myself any longer. Foreplay will have to wait until next time.

I grab my cock in my hand and use one leg to push hers further apart in order to accommodate me. She is wriggling her ass against me, wanting it as much as I do. There is nothing sexier than Kristen ready and wanting me. I don't know how long I can last as I guide my cock into the velvety warmth of her pussy. My hands hold her hips and I pull her back against me as she moans my name.

Leaning down, I let my tongue slip out to taste her again...

CLICK...CLICK...CLICK

What the fuck?

I looked around and realized that I was still on the red carpet. Shit!

Shaking my head to rid it of those fucktastic fantasies I was having, I realized that I had a hard on that could cut glass. I shifted slightly to try and release some pressure, earning a small giggle from Kristen.

Fortunately, one of the organizers appeared at that moment and ushered us into the theatre. I'm sure that my face couldn't have been any more red and my walk any more stiff.

Once in the theatre, I looked around to see who else from the cast had arrived already, relieved to see Kellan and Ashley making their way to where Kristen and I were standing, just inside the doors. Seconds before they reached us, Kristen leaned over to me and whispered, "Rob, are you being a naughty boy? Am I going to have to punish you later?"

At her words, shudder rippled through my body and I had to make a quick excuse to head to the loo before I ruined the expensive silk pants I was wearing. Next time I'm telling the stylist that I want a jacket that hangs to my knees. Hell, maybe I'll start a new fucking fashion trend? But at least I won't embarrass myself in front of the damn paparazzi again!

Blues, Stripes and Crosses

r/k fic, PG-13

Blues, Stripes and Crosses

by Carly

Title: Blues, Stripes and Crosses
Pairing: Rob/Kris (RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Unexpected visit from Uncle Stork. Takes place after filming of Breaking Dawn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Not even the computer I’m writing this on. All you’d get out of me is a weird DVD collection.

She was staring hard at the picture and was mulling over the different ways of how to best break the news to him. But deep down she knew there was no good way. She needed to say it out loud – yes, she did think about writing a letter for a moment, let him process and then wait for his reaction. She had no idea what to expect and she had no idea what reaction she wanted. Basically she knew nothing except that she needed to tell him.

She has been plucking up the courage for the last six weeks when she finally had to face the truth and take the test. Since that nerve wrecking afternoon she had it confirmed by a doctor and had her first ultrasound too. And as she listened to the heartbeat she wanted to have him there so much it scared her.

She was nowhere near ready to share the news but she suspected she never will be. And he had a right to know. She needed him to know.

That’s why she was currently in front of his apartment talking herself into stepping out of the car while the night that caused her current predicament flashed in front of her eyes. In Dolby Surround and in Technicolor.

It was the wrap up party for the last movie and the general mood was happy though somewhat nostalgic. There were a lot of funny-slash-embarrassing stories and a lot of hugs. And suddenly she was standing in front of him and it seemed as though in that very moment they both realized that the reason for keeping seeing each other was gone.

This epiphany resulted in a heated make-out session in her car that was taken to the next level on her couch in a steamy and passionate encounter. The next stop was her bed when they made torturously sweet and slow love for who knows how long.

After laying sweaty and spent for another immeasurable amount of time to regain feeling in their limbs they moved to bathroom where they celebrated a regular fuck-fest. One moment she was showering the next she was pressed against the tiles with him filling her so perfectly she almost couldn’t believe it. They were both drying their hair and she was deciding whether or not to apply some lotion when suddenly she was sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around his waist. Not that she complained. She very much enjoyed it. Several times over.

After that they fell asleep holding onto another. She was the first one to wake up and seeing his slightly parted lips and the long shadows his eyelashes cast over his flawless cheekbones she basically molested him into awakeness. Not that he protested much. More like not one bit.

After the post-coital bliss subsided and the cold hard reality reared its ugly head they both clumsily searched for some clothes and stuttered their way through excuses of too much alcohol and nostalgia while they both knew only too well that they were sober and scared.

She hasn’t seen him since. And that was three months ago.

She finally persuaded her body to function. Out of the car. Through the door. Up the stairs. In front of his apartment she took in a deep breath. Then another three and then she knocked. She waited one heartbeat. Two, three, four, five …eleven … seventeen…and then he opened the door and her heart stopped altogether.

“Kris?” his voice and expression beyond surprised. “What are you doing here?”

What she wanted to do was throw her arms around him and cry. What she did was clearing her throat and motioning behind him.

“Can I go inside?” she didn’t recognize her own voice and the confusion on his face just kept on growing.

“Of course.” He stepped away to let her in. She went straight to the small living room and sat on the sofa afraid her feet would give away under her if she remained standing for one more second. He didn’t say a word just sat down on the armchair across from her and waited.

“Do you remember the wrap-up party?” he winced as though she slapped him. OK, bad opening.

“I’m pregnant.” Were the next words coming out of her mouth. She had a vague memory of preparing a speech before coming. And this wasn’t it. And he just sat there staring at her without as much as blinking saying nothing. The silence was unbearable but she needed him to say something first.

And after what felt like hours he finally did.

“Are you sure?” Seriously?!!!?

“That it’s yours?”

“That you are pregnant.” Oh.

She grabbed her purse and poured out its content on the table.

“I have the blues, the stripes and the crosses.” She tossed several of the about twenty tests his way.” I have blood results.” She tossed the envelope his way too. He was yet to move. “Oh, and I have a photo too.” She handed him the ultrasound picture.

That’s when he finally moved. He took the picture and she could see that his hand was shaking. And then he sat back and just starred at it.

Why wasn’t he saying anything? He had something to say about everything so why the hell did he have to decide to shut up now? She was fighting the urge to start to bait her nails only barely. Another urge she had was to start screaming. Or smack him over the head with something. The lamp on her right seemed like a good choice.

And then he finally reacted.

He stood up took the two steps necessary to reach her and then he dropped to his knees. It was her turn to be shocked. But he wasn’t finished. He wrapped his arms around her waist kissed her stomach and then laid his head on it.

Her hand tangled in his hair on its own accord and the tears finally spilled.

“I’m keeping the baby.” She whispered even though it was too late to do anything about it anyway. But she needed to say it out loud. She needed him to hear it.

“Good.”

And that was it. That was all he said about it.

As though by some silent agreement she didn’t remember making he more or less moved to her apartment during the next week intent to placate her every craving and whim. He searched for strawberry ice-cream at three in the morning. Drove to the other side of the town for her favorite crackers. Rubbed her feet or back when she complained of pain or swollen ankles. Hold her when she was in a weepy mood. Patiently let her scream at him for every stupid little thing when she was in a bitchy faze. Sang her to sleep when she felt too exhausted to even rest.

Simply put he was being his usual perfect self. And he denied it every time she mentioned it to anyone.

He accompanied her to every check up and his reaction when he heard the heartbeat of their baby for the first time still made her feel a little guilty about not taking him with her the very first time around.

“Do you want to know the sex of the baby?” the doctor asked as she run with the ultrasound thingy over her stomach again.

“As long as you don’t tell us it's half vampire…”

“Yes, we do.” She interrupted him trying to find a way to smack him but the doctor just smirked.

“You are having a girl.”

She was looking at him at the doctor's announcement and his smile almost blinded her. She didn’t really care either way but at his reaction a picture of a small girl with wild blonde locks, her eyes and his smile flashed in front of her mind eye and suddenly she was grinning too.

“Would it be incredibly tacky if we called her Isabella?” he asked as they came back and she set about preparing them a dinner.

She turned around the knife in her hand aimed at him threateningly.

“Over your dead body.” And he just stood there with his trademark grin plastered on that beautiful face of his.

They talked about the name over dinner but didn’t really have any usable suggestions so they left it at that for the time being.

The first time the baby moved she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.

“Rob!!!” he burst in in panic after her scream.

“What is it?!”

“She moved.” She said as she grabbed his hand and put it on her belly.

“Kris.” He whispered in amazement as he felt the soft flutter under his hand. He looked up at her with tear filled eyes.

“I know.” She whispered back. Her eyes were moist too.

After that he started to occasionally sing to her belly too. The first time he did she dissolved into tears and he panicked. It took her half an hour to convince him that it was just the hormones that he did nothing wrong and that she didn’t mind.

As she was nearing the end of her second trimester she became increasingly horny. Everything he did made her want to jump him so bad she had to hold onto something to not actually do it. So she started to avoid him as much as possible. Which was rather difficult since they were living together.

Fortunately he blamed it on the hormones and didn’t seem to mind. Which was the only positive thing about it because her plan was backfiring horribly. She missed him terribly and she was having the dirtiest dreams ever. She was going crazy and she was sure she was gonna snap any day.

When she finally did it was with a bang.

It was scorching hot outside so she was dressed, or undressed, accordingly and she was preparing an ice cream when she heard the door open and moments later he entered the kitchen.

When he spotted her he gave an appreciative whistle and murmured.

“And I was thinking it was hot outside.” The desire in his eyes was the last straw. She crossed the kitchen in matter of seconds grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the bedroom.

And there several months of pent up need and desire were set free. They made love in every way imaginable and in some she was sure were their own invention. He kissed every piece of her skin several times over and she only gladly returned the favor. She couldn’t walk properly the next day but she couldn’t be happier.

It was as though the last piece fell into place and now the picture was perfect.

She was surprised of how much both of them were holding back before that night. Words, caresses, offers, needs, wants.

After yet another beautifully spent afternoon he said that they were both stupid for waiting for so long for it to be like this. She couldn’t agree more.

When her water broke she was out with his sisters. Lizzie ushered them into her car while Victoria called him and told him to meet them in the hospital.

He burst in in whirlwind of messy hair panicked eyes and sweaty hands but the moment she saw him she calmed down. And as he took her hand in his he calmed down too.

They can do it. They will do it. Together.

She couldn’t really remember much from the labor afterwards. Just the pain, his voice, his hands and the first cry of their daughter. She got a glimpse at the screaming bundle before they took her away to clean them both up.

She was back in her room exhausted but anxious to see her daughter just like the man sitting on the bed beside her. And then the door opened and the nurse bestowed a little pink bundle into her arms.

She was so beautiful. Their baby girl.

His one arm was still around her and he reached the other one to gently stroke their daughter’s cheek. Then he dropped a kiss on her forehead and whispered the words she knew were so many times on the tip of his tongue before.

“I love you. I love you both so much.”

She looked up and their lips met in a gentle kiss.

“I love you too.”

They gazed into each others eyes for few more seconds before looking back at their daughter. How she loved those words.

Their daughter.

There was a knock and Lizzie stuck her head in.

“Ready for some visitors?”

“Come in, auntie.” She scowled at her but stepped in just like the rest of their families. Everyone took their turn at admiring the baby while both of them just smiled proudly. It was her father who asked the question.

“So what are you going to call her?”

All eyes turned to them and they realized that they still didn’t know.

But it wouldn’t have been him if he didn’t have some answer.

“Well, we are not naming her Isabella, that’s for sure.”

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