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Dirty Discovery	By : rainyseason Category: Individual Celebrities > Robert Pattinson Views: 2649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The author is in no way, shape or form affiliated with the characters acknowledged in this story and does not know them. DD is purely a work of fiction. Author does not profit from story in any way. No harm is intended.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nada. Zip. No copyright infringement is intended, at any time, any place, and/or any point in this story. Again, I don't own anything. If I did, we'd live in a dirty, dirty world. That's why I don't... damn! Also, some names are dropped in here... obviously. But I don't want to get cut, so I'm just putting it out there before you read that I am most definitely not, in any way, associated with Summit, Comic Con, Rob, Kris, or any freaking celebrity mentioned in this fic. Hopefully you'll eventually see that I'm trying to stay unbiased, though harsh words are used by some fictional bitch rep (the exact establishment she's repping is not mentioned or implied). By no means is any establishment mentioned in this work of fiction like this in real life in terms of actions, reps, attitude, language, etc. I wouldn't know.

Warning Warning Warning!: Graphic and explicit sexual content.

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A/N: Thank you so much for sticking around! Unfortunately, I took a really long time to update this, but thanks for not giving me any shit for it. This chapter was difficult to write and I needed to get my head right. It’s a very emotional chapter for me and the characters as well, so hopefully you’ll feel a deeper connection with more tenderness and care. But c’mon. Reunion without tons of good lovin’? Impossible! Hope you enjoy it thoroughly. Remember, Dirty is all in KPOV. Chapter 2 is extremely long – just a warning. If it’s too much for one sitting, come back to it when you have time. We’re almost at the end. Let me know who you dirty birds are! ^_~

KPOV

He chased me to the bathroom for a quick shower before the front desk called to inform Rob that a – my – bag was to be delivered to the room. Thank you, assistants. We dressed quickly and shared a tender kiss by the door before we put up those walls again. I sighed inwardly as we walked to the elevator side by side, but no longer hand in hand.

“Which floor?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator, but didn’t attempt to reach for the buttons.

Yours or mine? Yours. I crossed my arms over my chest, mostly to keep my hands off of him. My hands itched in pain to be linked with his once more, my heart desperate for the closeness of his warm body against mine, just holding me. Damn it, Kris. Get it together.

“Mine.”

I bit my tongue and Rob bit back a smirk while he stared at me. Bastard. Beautiful, delicious, evil, tempting bastard. I cocked a brow before turning my eyes away.

“What, nothing from that dirty little mouth?” he whispered , though there was no one else present.

Ding!

Saved by the bell.

“Make my day evil and you’re sleeping alone tonight,” I mumbled as the doors slid open and I stepped out.

“Likewise,” was his quick reply.

“You don’t look pregnant to me,” I heard from the man who just stepped out of a door and looked me up and down.

“Eyes to yourself, Chris,” Rob responded with a friendly handshake and hug.

“Ooh, protective. Do it again,” Chris winked at me and patted my shoulder in a side hug.

“Don’t mind me,” I playfully rolled my eyes. “I’m not even here.”

“It’ll be quick and painless, I promise,” Chris replied, leading Rob and me into an office where the Comic Con reps, Summit reps, film producers, Taylor and Ashley, some people I’ve never seen before, and our agents and managers were already seated and sipping on coffee or munching on food.

Sure, like always. Rob and I glanced at each other with knowing looks.

Forty-five minutes of protocols, procedures, security, schedule and some other shit that I tuned out was beginning to wear me out. This was shit that could have been handled in… oh, ten minutes? Ugh, dramatic. I was swaying in my padded-but-uncomfortable chair tapping a pen against my lips when I faintly heard my name and Rob’s name.

Here we go.

Really, all I wanted was to sleep for a little bit more. Sex seems to make me really tired – content, but tired nonetheless - especially when I can be up in bed in Rob’s arms and not down here in this heard-it-all-before meeting about things that I didn’t even care to…

“Ms. Stewart? Kristen.” Who is this lady with the bitch voice?

“Hmm?” I turned my face toward the woman, but didn’t look at her.

I stole a glance at Rob. His jaw was clenched, his eyes didn’t meet mine, and well, Edward was in the room.

“Have you heard a word I’ve said?”

“About what?”

Chris, who sat across from me and next to Rob, chuckled and scratched his forehead.

She threw me a dirty look, then sighed. “We request that personal matters not be addressed during any segment of the conferences. Should reporters go against our wishes, I will personally step in and handle the issue. We are all here to promote the film; not romance, not sex lives, the lack of professionalism or the fact that the young hormonal cast lacks the judgment to distinguish business from pleasure off-screen.”

What?

I stared at her in disbelief, Rob’s bit his lip to keep from blowing up, and Taylor, who sat beside me, let out a low whistle. Ashley’s mouth mirrored my own, gaping like a fish that had just been caught on the hook.

“What are you implying?” I gave the hooker the evil eye.

So much for smooth sailing.

“No one is going around asking for attention, Ms. Marshall,” Rob stepped in. His jaw was mad and his eyes were on the verge of blowing fire out of them, yet his voice was deadly calm and he kept professional.

“Feigning ignorance does not sweep away the facts. Whether you request it or not, your every action is being dissected. Therefore, Mr. Pattinson and Ms. Stewart will not be seated together for the duration of this conference and will continue to maintain their distance. This is for promotional purposes – for the film. We simply ask that the cast refrain from any display of affection or body language that could be further misconstrued by general audience, fans, or reporters,” the woman replied. “Completely unnecessary.”

“You are out of line, miss.” my British knight stepped in front of the fire-breathing dragon for me. “In what ways do you suggest we act? What is appropriate?”

“Rob,” Chris started.

Rob held out his hand to halt Chris, but stared the lady and her man partners down. “No, I would like to know what displays you all deem appropriate. Please, enlighten me.”

Whoa. Uh, go, baby? Yeah, go, baby!

“Because apparently, what I’m hearing is that we should walk out there and act like trained circus animals or good little school-children-robots,” Rob continued. “They’ll still be thinking that we’re all twisting sheets with each other, so what is the purpose of this?”

“There’s no need for dramatics, Mr. Pattinson. It seems that some of you already do a great job of informing the general public of your bedding arrangements.”

Is she even allowed to speak in this manner? How unprofessional and disrespectful.

Rob’s eyes widen and he shot me a look: This lady is mad!

I know, baby, my eyes told him.

“That was unnecessary and completely untrue, Debra,” Chris spoke up, his head shaking in disappointment.

Ah, the she-devil has a name.

“They’re young kids. We cannot let musing among the reporters dictate how they speak and act, for fear of a little gossip. And you are running off on a tangent.”

“All the same, Rob and Kris have a printed script of answers for possible questions,” she slapped down a file in front of me and then Rob.

“Why don’t we?” Taylor asked, nodding his head toward Ashley.

The she-devil ignored him and continued to stare at me.

“If we have scripted answers, then what’s the point of us being here anyway?” I poked the file and sat back in my chair with my arms crossed across my chest.

“Ms. Stewart, even with scripts, your ability to answer in a full, complete sentence is still in question.”

The fuck?

“Debra--” Chris started, but was cut off.

“Excuse me,” Rob raised his voice to a roar. “I will not sit here and have you disrespect Kristen and the rest of the cast this way. I highly suggest that you change your tactics and be professional about this.”

“Look,” I growled. “Just because being in front of people makes me nervous, it doesn’t give you the right to throw bullshit scripted answers in my face. Why don’t you just go ahead and read these answers to everyone? That way, they won’t have to ask questions and I won’t have –”

“Ms. Stewart, get used to it. You’re an actress in Hollywood. You’re going to be in front of people constantly, so I suggest that you get used to the idea. Until then, you will answer according to the script.”

Rob stood up and I followed suit. I rolled my seat back and made my way over to Rob’s side as Ashley, and Taylor stood up.

“Are we done here?” he looked at Chris.

“Yes, you are all excused. Meet me upstairs in ten,” Chris nodded apologetically.

“Thank you,” Rob answered Chris, then turned to she-devil-Debra. “I want to talk with your supervisor or whoever the fuck forgot to put a leash on you today.”

And he walked out with us in tow.

“What a bitch,” Ashley commented as she hugged me.

Without a word, Rob slipped his hand in mine and tugged me away from Ashley and toward the elevators.

Taylor and Ashley looked at us, then at each other, clearly uncomfortable. Ash slumped against the wall and watched us leave.

The doors slid open and he urged me with his hand to enter before him.

I bit my lip out of nervous habit. I had no idea what to say to him to ease the situation.. He took a deep breath but didn’t exhale. I tugged my hand away from his and stepped in front of him with gentle hands on his chest. He looked at me and kissed my forehead, finally breathing again, his body slightly relaxed. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head against his chest. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around me and bent down to kiss my hair.

The elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open. An elderly couple smiled and stepped aside to allow us to exit before they entered. As we walked to his room, Rob slung his arm around my shoulder and I hooked my thumb in the back belt-loop of his jeans. I’m not quite sure what he needed right now, but I knew that words weren’t it. He’d talk when he was ready.

Rob hung some ‘much-sleep-is-needed-come-back-later’ sign outside of the door. Hmm, I can work with that. We settled into his room without speaking to each other. I curled up under the blankets and closed my eyes, waiting for him and his warmth. Soon, he slid in with his arm under my head; I curled into him and listened to his breathing and his angry heartbeat.

“You know, that shirt is really becoming on you,” I looked him in the eyes as I tugged on his button-down. “But then again, if I was on you, I’d be coming too.”

He threw his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, laugh, that’s what the guy down at the bar said to me,” I poked him.

His brows furrowed and his jaw clenched.

“Just kidding,” I laughed and snuggled closer to him.

“Very funny, Kristen,” he let out a breath and stared at the ceiling.

“Did you like my pick-up line?” I smiled and rested my chin on his chest.

“Only if you use it on me.”

“What?” I feigned shock and disbelief. “I was planning to use it to get some guy I saw today. He was cute. If you liked it, then I’m sure he would too.”

“Oh, really? And who is this guy?”

“Just someone,” I shrugged. “You might have heard of him. Maybe not.”

“Mmhmm,” he ran his fingers through my hair. “And his name?”

I smiled and bit my lip.

“Tell me. I won’t get jealous,” he looked at me with convincing eyes.

“Mmm, you probably won’t know him anyway,” I stated nonchalantly, drawing random lines and shapes on his stomach. My eyes darted to his lips before they returned to his emerald eyes.

“Exactly, so tell me who the lucky winner is. After all, the bloody bloke is going to be picked up by the cheesiest pick-up line ever.”

“Promise you won’t be jealous?”

He nodded.

“Say you promise.”

“I promise,” he smiled lazily.

“Cullen. Edward Cullen,” I said proudly.

“You’re right. I don’t know the guy.”

“Mm, you might. He’s very… handsome,” I smiled, then played into seriousness. “He’s very quiet, but I suppose he can be very talkative to me. Though he is very protective. But I think he likes me.”

“Oh, really? How do you know?” he rubbed my back.

“Well…” I draped my leg over his, my knee slightly rubbing up higher on his thigh, brushing up against my favorite talent of his. “He wants to eat me, but he’s very nice. I saw him earlier today, actually.”

“Where did you see him today? You should have introduced us,” he played along and I loved it.

“At the meeting. You were busy, I think. I haven’t seen him in a while, so I’ve missed him,” I frowned.

“I see. I had heard that you two were close. I didn’t know it was this close. Would he be mad if he knew what we did this morning?” he bent down to my ear and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Does he know what a bad girl you are?”

Ung, fuck! Fuck! I wanted his British tongue on me, anywhere!

“Well, did you think it was good? Because it was practice for what we’re going to do tonight.”

He cocked a brow as I brushed my knee up against him again. “And what exactly do you have planned?”

I moved from his side to lie on top of him and slid my body up against his. I slowly licked his lips before shifting down his body so that my hips were in line with his.

“Well,” I shifted my hips back and forth against his, not yet grinding, feeling the hardening bulge against me. “I don’t think he’s seen naughty yet, so…” I lifted my hips up and slid my hand between our bodies to undo the button and zipper on my pants, making sure he felt every motion of my hand. “I thought he might like it. What do you think?”

I rubbed my palm against his cock through his now-uncomfortable jeans, earning me a sexy, low moan.

“What do you think, Rob?” I rubbed him a little harder.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m doing to him tonight, but do you think he’ll like it?”

I slid down under the covers and grazed my teeth over his cock.

“He’ll fucking love it,” he mumbled all together.

I kicked my pants off and made quick work of his jeans. The wetness between my legs was already seeping through my thin panties, so I discreetly pulled them off and snuck it to him without peeking from the covers.

His low growl of approval quite possibly the sexiest fucking sound that ever came out of his mouth.

“Baby, I want to see you,” he whined as I tugged his jeans down his hips.

“Not yet. Just feel,” I replied in a breathy sigh.

His cock was speaking to me and I wanted nothing more than to have a friendly conversation with it. Fuuuuhhhhuck me.

Rob pulled his shirt off as I began to kiss his stomach. Making sure he felt my body, I reached a hand down between my legs and felt the wetness that had thoroughly coated the lips of my sex. I rubbed two fingers along my pussy, and I was so wet that they slid into me without the slightest pressure.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, sucking on his stomach.

“Yeah, baby. Let me hear you.”

I arched my fingers up and pumped once, twice, feeling the highest high. I stifled a scream and nearly cried out his name.

“I want to hear you, Kristen. Finger your pussy for me.”

I slid two fingers in again and arched them up and pumped. “Fuck. Oh, fuck, Rob.” The faint tightening in my lower stomach was beginning to reel me in, so I removed my fingers and slid them around the tip of his cock, coating it with my wetness. Rob reached his hand under the covers and pulled my hand up. He sucked on my fingers. Not being able to see him heightened my senses, and I nearly came from the way he teased my fingers with his tongue, the way he would my pussy. I had to regain a little bit of control, so I pulled my hand away and licked the rim of his cock. I sucked on the underside of it and watched the bead of pre-cum spill into the wetness that my fingers had left around the tip. Rob moaned loudly and cursed.

“Suck my balls, baby,” he instructed. Fuck, I loved it when he told me what to do to him. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, just like that. Oh, fuck,” his voice quivered, but I heard the smile in his voice.

I continued to roll his balls in my mouth the way he loved while I squeezed and twisted my hand around the head of his cock. Having the covers over his lower body and my head while sucking him was making me sweat like crazy; my skin was damp and the wetness between my legs was dripping down my inner thighs. While I sucked his cock and massaged his balls in my hands, I slid a finger down and circled his lower hole. I increased the pressure of my sucking on his cock and pressed my thumb against it to apply just enough pressure to push him to edge. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and his body begin to stiffen. I sucked him deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as he came.

“I’m going to come, Kris. Fuck,” the string of profanities continued until his body began to relax.

I suckled his sensitive cock a few times before releasing him. He threw the covers away from my head and pulled me up against him. Our labored breathing was warming each other’s faces.

“Are you alright?” he asked in between kisses.

I moaned my response and traced the roof of his mouth with my tongue before he thoroughly kissed me again. He twisted and teased my tongue with his, cupping my ass in his hands and giving it a hard squeeze. He rolled us over and rested in between my naked thighs.

I tangled my fingers into his hair and kissed his face, already knowing what he was up to. I shook my head.

“Don’t worry, baby. That was for you.”

“And let this,” he rubbed his finger against my wet pussy and granted me two, “go to waste? I think not.”

I threw my head back and moaned when he repeatedly pressed up against the sweetest spot just on the inside.

“Fuck, Rob.” There was no way in hell I could contain the moans that overtook my entire body.

His other hand came down and rubbed my clit with his thumb. He shifted his body down and replaced his thumb on my clit with his mouth. His fingers continued to pump up against my spot and the sucking on my clit knocked me over. I felt my orgasm approaching, but I also had a strange urge to pee, a sensation I had never had before. I felt nervous and scared and good and fuck, I wanted to come.

“Come on, Kris. Come on,” his fingers were pumping harder than ever and I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning louder than I ever had before in my entire life.

My walls contracted fast and hard and I felt a gush of wetness spill out of me and unto his hand.

“Oh, yeah. That’s it, that’s it.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I nearly wheezed through my breathing as my body continued to twitch into a slow calm.

“That was fucking hot, baby,” he chuckled and held me in his arms, lightly striking my ass cheeks with his hands.

I buried my face in his neck to hide my blush-stained cheeks.

“What?” he rubbed my back.

“I never thought I’d do that,” I mumbled, still hiding.

“So shy already? What happened to the girl I just saw two minutes ago?”

My only response was slight shaking of my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn’t move from my safe spot.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he kissed my head a few times, his hands rubbing lightly on my ass cheeks still.

We didn’t move from the bed for three hours; instead, we fell into a peaceful nap while some show was playing on the TV.

I noticed that we hadn’t had a smoke for the whole morning, progress. We’d made a deal with each other that we’d start to wean ourselves off of them. It’s been working, as we do it less and less now, especially when we’re together. It’s rather harder to do when we’re out with the rest of the cast. Who needed a cigarette when I could have his cock in my mouth?

I woke up first and just lied there with him, memorizing the smooth curves of his face; those eyes, such long lashes, his man nose that I loved to nuzzle with my own, and those pouty, British honey lips that I loved so much. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw line, on his chin, made me want to kiss his face, but I didn’t have the heart to wake him up.

“Are you just going to lie there and eye-stalk me, or are you going to kiss me?” he smiled with his eyes still closed. He puckered his lips and waited.

I smiled and leaned in to kiss his nose and then his cheeks, following the curve of his jaw. I kissed the underside of his chin and followed its curve up to his patient lips. He was wearing the sweetest smile I’d ever seen, it was the smile that he had every morning that we woke up together. And every time I saw it, it was sweeter than the last. I had never been one to be too romantic, emotional, or even emotionally attached, but it seems that Rob was making me feel things and do things that I had never known before. And right now, seeing him so content with me in his arms, my eyes wanted to rain diamonds and pearls, rubies and emeralds, because nothing was better than this.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips before kissing him again, eyes opened to see his face as we shared the simplest, but sweetest kiss.

He smiled and peeked his eyes open. “I love you,” he answered in a whisper.

And that did it. The sting bursted from my heart and traveled to my fingers and toes. We continued to look at each other, and I didn’t have it in me to look away when my eyes filled with sparkles. They spilled over to stain my cheeks with happiness and joy and love and everything greater.

“Hey,” his eyes filled with their constant care and concern. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

Always so gentle, and Britishly proper, and wonderful.I want to keep him forever.

“Baby,” I whispered and looked into his eyes.

Love me as I love you.

Keep me as I keep you.

Need me as much as I need you.

Listen, baby. I was about to bare my naked soul to him; I was about to say the words that I have never said before ; I was about to ask for something that I never had before; something I've never done before. It was different. I needed him to know that I was most vulnerable at this moment, that I’ve never felt the need for this before; it has never gotten this deep, ever. And I just didn’t know how to say it.

See me, baby. Love me.

He kissed me, all the while looking at me looking at him. His hands caressed my face and hair and his eyes kissed me wherever they looked. The feel of his body lying on mine never felt this good before this moment right here.

I see you, said his eyes. And I love you. I’ll keep you as you keep me. He understood. And I need you as you need me.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he kissed my tear-stricken eyes, my nose, and my chin. “Please, tell me.”

I don’t know how, my eyes told him. I don’t know how.

I can feel it. I can feel you, his heart spoke loud and clear and I felt it in my veins. I need to hear you say it. Trust me enough to tell me; it was his heart that reached out to me.

I trust you, my entire being felt it and I felt that he felt this too.

“Rob,” I whispered his name again.

“Yes, baby.”

“Make love to me.” It was a simple act that was hard to ask for. Though I'd done so much more, I'd never said these words until this moment; never done this. Not yet.

I’d just handed him my soul, given my body up to him, and trusted him with my heart. No more barriers, no more worries. I now belonged to him and he now knew without a doubt. I felt it in the center of my being, my soul, that this would be different.

He kissed me, long, and slow, and gentle. There was nothing rushed about this, not like any other time. To others, it may have looked like just a kiss, but he, too, had just handed me his soul, given his body to me, and trusted me with his heart. There were no more barriers, no more worries. He now belonged to me and I now knew without a doubt.

And right here, we shared the sweetest moment of a commitment, a promise to keep us together whether we were allowed to scream it to the world or not, this was it.

His touch had never been this gentle; those hands softly swept across my cheeks, down my neck, across my shoulders, and down my arms. His fingers were now laced with mine in a firm grip, telling me that his hands would always catch me, his arms would always protect me, and his heart would always hold on to me no matter what.

He released my hands and I caressed his face as we continued to share this kiss that sealed us together.

“Kristen,” he whispered into my ear before pulling back to look into my eyes, as smile tugging on his lips. “I love you.”

My heart was overwhelmed. He entered me calling my name and I, his. He whispered sweet nothings to me in this slow dance that we shared for the first time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I’m so lucky. Forever, I’ll love you forever.”

I met him for another kiss, tender and wonderful. I couldn’t get close enough, though this was the deepest physical connection we could ever have. I couldn’t get enough. I pulled him in closer to me and kissed him with all the love that I had for him. My eyes spoke clearly, as tears rolled across my cheeks and into my hair. He gently kissed away every trail and called me his.

They called this making love, but to us, it was more than that; this was making promises, making a commitment; this was solidifying a bond and creating memories; this was capturing a moment of heaven. There was nothing more that I would ask for in this moment.

“Good evening, my love,” he smiled when I began to stir.

My eyes were still so tired, but I saw his face so clearly in my mind. How could I ever forget?

“Hi,” I mumbled into his chest. “We’re naked.”

He chuckled and rubbed my back. “Yes, but we like it, don’t we? I think we should never wear clothes again when we’re together.”

I nodded, not wanting to open my eyes, but I’d much rather see his handsome face in front of me than behind my lids.

I gave my best shot at trying his accent. “I agree. But what are you doing up so early?” I just sounded like Lumpy from Pooh.

His body shook in a silent laugh. “I have something for you.”

I smiled, still trying at my British accent. “But why? You already –”

And the cutest thing, in my book, happened. “Because I love you,” he whispered to me in his no-words-can-describe American-all-Edward accent. “And I want the world to know without us having to say a word. And because I want you to remember me, as I will always remember you with mine, every time you see it or feel it.”

I made a face to tease him. “I don’t want a vibrator when I can have the real thing. But if you want one… go for it, because I don’t have one for you to play with.”

“Very funny,” my Brit was back. “But we ought to get one of those for you as well,” he winked and reached over to the nightstand. He pulled out a simple black band. I loved it already.

I finally saw that there was a black band already fastened around his wrist.

I reached for his hand and traced the bracelet, not knowing whether to look at it or into his eyes. I chose both.

“I know that we haven’t had the freedom to do or say as we please outside of closed spaces. And I have a feeling that we’ll be on even shorter leashes now. But having these quiet moments with you make everything better,” he began to tie it around my wrist, but maintained eye contact with me. “And nothing else matters, because I have you,” he finished the last knot and traced the bracelet around my wrist with his finger. “No matter what people may say or what you may hear in this crazy world, I’ll stay true to you and treat you right. I’ll communicate with you whether we’re sharing the same bed or we’re thousands of miles apart. You are mine and I will keep you safe and cherish you.”

He kissed the inside of my wrist where the knots were tied and returned to my lips with a smile.

“I think the only two words you were missing were ‘I do,’” I teased with a wink, but quickly turned serious.

He laughed and mumbled something that I didn’t quite hear.

“Rob, I’m not good with words,” I apologized in a low voice and hid my eyes from him. “I… It’s a shoelace!” I took a closer look.

The Brit chuckled and kissed my wrist again. “Yes. And I don’t need words, darling,” he placed a warm hand over my heart. “I’ve got this.”

But I shook my head. It wasn’t good enough. He had the right to hear it too. Words were just as important as actions.

So instead of having all these quiet thoughts that I kept to myself, I made a promise to myself and to him right now that I would always share with him, every part of me.

“It’s not good enough. Well, it’s good, but there should be more. You deserve to hear the words and see the actions. I’m just not…” I sighed and traced the lace around his wrist again. “People will say and think what they want,” I looked into his smiling eyes, “But this is us. I’m always with you, Rob, no matter what I’m doing or who I’m with or if we’re 20 thousand miles apart. I belong to you and there’s nothing else to it.”

He smiled and bit his lip as he looked at my own. “Come here,” he tilted my chin up and kissed me tenderly.

Ung, this is too much for my heart to take!

I groaned and flopped down on my back. He turned his head and gave me that Rob look – the one with the raised brow and the hand touching his chin thing, the one that made me want to lick him.

“What?” a smile played on his lips.

I glared at him. “This is bad, you know. I’m not romantic or lovey dovey or gooey mooey or mushy or any of that shit. Well, I never was. I never wanted to be.”

He gave me some time to think it through; he just sat there with me while I figured it out.

I looked at him and whispered, “Is it bad that you make me want to do and be all of that? That I actually like it?”

He lied on his stomach beside me and kissed my neck. “No, my sweet girl.”

Ashley’s ringtone on my phone reeled us back in to reality. I rolled over and groaned into the bed before I jumped up and fetched the phone from my backpack. The lace on my wrist was something better than amazing.

“Hey,” I answered as I returned to my warm spot beside Rob.

“Get lucky playing hooky?” she glimmered through the phone.

I turned to look at Rob and spoke to him and Ashley at the same time. “How is it that they found the perfect people to play characters that are just really them in disguise?”

“Speak for yourself, bitch,” Ashley and her kitty attitude.

“Is it Ash?” Rob whispered as he trailed kisses from my chin to my neck.

“Tell Rob that I can hear him,” cue Ashley’s eye-roll.

“She can hear you,” I closed my eyes and smiled.

“Mmhmm,” he breathed and I shivered.

“And not just the talking,” she sneered. “You guys are disgusting.”

“Says the girl that gave head in her costar’s trailer with twenty people outside,” I shot back.

“Hey, I have a Cullen reputation to maintain, thank you very much. You, my dear, are not quite Cullenized yet.”

“A girl’s got to practice.”

Rob gently sunk his teeth into my neck and swirled his tongue, making me chuckle and I half-heartily pushed him away.

“Tell Rob to behave before I make him watch Twilight again. Then he’ll be sorry,” Ashley threatened loudly.

Rob snatched the phone away from me. “Did you have a legit reason for interrupting us? Or are you just trying to be the world’s most annoying cockblock?”

I laughed and turned my back to him for a brief shut-eye while I had the opportunity, just resting my eyes, enjoying this moment.

“Can’t we just wait until dinner tonight? We’re in no mood to go over this morning’s events,” he mumbled in a sigh. “Alright. Tell him to ring me in a little while. Yes, please! Go away.”

I heard the thud on the ground and felt his envelope me in his warmth from behind, his body pressed up against mine.

“Chris did say to meet him in ten minutes earlier today,” I chuckled and gently scratched at his arms and his masculine hands beneath my breasts.

“Darling?” he breathed into my hair.

“Hmm.”

“Are you okay? We haven’t spoken about what happened at the meeting.”

I sighed and turned my body to him and hid my face in his chest. “We’re fighting so hard and they’re fighting even harder.”

We breathed in the stillness of the silence and just was for the moment. It was refreshing, comfortable.

“I’m so tired of trying to please everyone else,” I admitted.

“I know, baby,” he rubbed my back.

“What about you?” I tangled my legs with his to get him closer.

“I don’t like it at all. But I think that Chris is on our side more than anyone in all of this. I think that makes it slightly better.”

I nodded and again, a moment of silence to just be.

“I agree. I don’t think I’ll have a problem with what he decides is the lesser of the many evils. He has the best of intentions. Especially for us.”

He nodded. “Chris wants to see all of us for a meeting downstairs. Just the few of us.”

I was so tired of everything. All the hype, the repeated questions and answers, the crying fans ready to kill me, the crazy girls trying to steal a piece of Rob’s hair, anything. We’d decided that we wanted to keep us to ourselves for as long as possible and just try to be normal, whatever the hell that meant, we weren’t too sure. We are what we are and we didn’t want to try to hide it or promote it either. Does it really matter where we sit, what we say, how we act? I didn’t think so. I wanted the choice in all of this, and we were being denied the choice, even though we never going to do anything irrational in the first place.

Before long, I fell into another slumber, but Rob decided not to wake me. Instead, we napped once again for about an hour. Dealing with a harsh reality outside of our own ‘just-the-two-of-us’ world was difficult and tiring, and with all that we were required to do already, I simply lacked the energy. My time without Rob during those horrible weeks and months were the worst, as I didn’t get much sleep. When I did, I just didn’t feel right. I’m taking advantage of all the rest that we can get while we have time together.

We woke up later that day when Chris called and took a few minutes to clean up in the shower before we headed down two floors to Chris’ room. With our caps and flash shields, we walked hand-in-hand without a care in the world.

“We’re going to dinner tonight. You guys want to join?” Chris looked at us after we greeted everyone and all settled unto the couches and chairs.

Kellan, Taylor, Ashley, Nikki, Peter, his wife Jennie, Jackson, Christian, and the rest of the cast and our managers were among the few others crammed into Chris’ room.

“Sure,” I nodded and looked at Rob.

“Sounds good.”

“Good. I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier,” Chris began. “They were out of line and I assure you that I’ve taken care of it. But,” he held up the two files. “I couldn’t do much about these. I’m sorry. Do whatever you want with them. I don’t care. Morph them with your own answers, whatever. Just use it to be prepared.”

I shrugged and took them, handing Rob his.

“Is this how it’s going to be from now on?” I couldn’t help but be a little, okay, really sad about this whole ordeal.

“That’s up to whoever is running the programs that we are participating in. Plus, some of the Summit reps have fell for the scheme, but some haven’t.

“Why don’t we get any?” Taylor asked. “The scripts, I mean.”

“Because we, my friend, are unworthy,” Kellan mused.

I laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Who’s hungry? My boyfriend failed to feed me today,” I joked and stood up, stretching.

“Hmm. Really? I thought you had plenty to eat,” he smacked my ass as he passed me.

“Now, kids,” Peter said in his fatherly voice. “I’m sure you want to spill about your mattress mambo, but we are hungry for real food, por favor. Let’s go!”

“Girls are riding together!” Jennie shouted and clapped.

“Sweetheart, can you please be careful?” he looked back at me, hushed voice, as the guys headed out.

“Yes, Edward,” I rolled my eyes.

He shot me a look with laughing eyes.

“Stubborn woman she is,” he mumbled.

Elizabeth and Ashley were giggling to themselves and the other girls were giggling at something in a folder on Chris' desk.

“Edward Anthony Masen Cullen,” I called out quietly as he disappeared behind the door. He poked his head back in.

“Yes, darling?” he teased.

“You forget something?” I raised a brow.

“Of course,” he smiled and pecked my lips before we headed out.

“Oh, you guys are really disgusting!” Ashley gagged.

“Jealous,” Jennie retorted, but winked at me. “Come on, girls.”

We had dinner at a small diner called Penny’s Flame. There were about five people in the diner when we all sat down. Rob and I chose not to sit next to each other. I sat next to Jennie and Nikki and across from Kellan and Billy.

“What’s with using set names already? Eager?” Billy questioned me, quite like Charlie.

I laughed. “One word: look,” I nodded toward Kellan, who was devouring his food just as Emmett would a grizzly, Ashley, who was giggling with Elizabeth, and Nikki, would was glaring at the waitress that kept rubbing up on Kellan who was entirely oblivious. “It’s fucking perfect. It’s like we’re getting paid to be ourselves.”

“And you?” Billy smiled, chewing on his steak.

“And you,” I replied.

I felt Rob staring, and sure enough, when I turned to my left, a smile tugged on his lips. I blushed and poked at my food.

“Incredible,” Billy laughed and looked at me knowingly. “And Rob?”

I glanced at Rob again before I looked at Billy again. “Every single day, it was "Are you alright? Are you eating and getting enough rest?" Just to name off a few things,” I rolled my eyes – with love, mind you – and brought the cup to my lips.

“Did you guys visit?” Jennie asked casually while she ate.

“I went up for two days.”

“Aww,” she crooned. “How much more filming do you have on your current project?”

It was a nice dinner of catching up and enjoying each other’s company. It was normal. Sometimes people forget that we’re boring, too. But we have our moments and though every group outing was special and fun, we were just like anyone else going out with friends and family and we talked about shit stuff. I never saw the hyped fascination.

Jennie had to return home to their girls that night, so when we arrived back at the hotel, we all went our separate ways. All of the girls went up to our rooms while some of the guys visited the bar.

“Darling,” oh, my British knight asked quietly. “Are you ready?”

The guys were all filing into the bar without him.

“I’m going upstairs first. Aren’t you joining them?” I looked at him in confusion.

The girls were waiting for me by the elevator.

Rob waved to tell them that they could go on up.

“I’ll see you up first and come back down for a little bit,” he turned to me.

“Rob,” I scorned him for being so protective.

“What?” his eyes laughed and he cocked a brow at me.

Mmm. Rob. Cock. Yes, please. God, you horny bitch.

“Kris,” he called.

“I’m a big girl,” I sighed and caught up with him. I can go up to the room by myself or I could have gone with the girls.”

We waited for the elevators.

“You’re really going to try to argue?”

I rolled my eyes and mumbled, “Stupid Edward Cullen.”

“I heard that,” he held the door and waited for me to enter first. “It’s a losing battle, sweetheart. Just accept it.”

We kept our distance as the numbered floors lit up one by one.

He led me to our, well, his room, and saw me in.

“Are you going to be okay?”

No, Rob. I’m going to go crazy and jump out of the window. Or maybe get high, strip naked, and scream up and down the hall.

“Yes, Edward.”

He shot me a look.

“If you need anything, give me a call. I won’t be gone long.”

“Yes, Edward,” I replied again, my voice bored and annoyed.

He narrowed his eyes and stalked toward me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood and the goose bumps chilled my skin.

“You’ve been asking for him all day. You want Edward Cullen?” his gentle Brit-mannerisms and accent was nowhere to be found. I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be seeing it again tonight.

I nearly came.

Oh, fuck! Fuck, I loved his American tongue. Put it in me.

“I’ll give you Edward Cullen,” he was completely in character and yet here was such a different Edward and fuck, did it make me hot. “You haven’t seen anything yet, honey.” He threw me on the bed and crawled over me. “I suggest that you remove all your clothes by the time I get back.”

Ung, fuck me twice. He had never fucked me while sporting his fucking sexy American accent in that low, husky voice. Fuck, just thinking about it soaked my panties.

He slipped his hand up my jean-clad thighs and squeezed his hand over my sex as he licked my ear. “You’d better be dripping,” lick, “wet,” lick, “when I get here. If you aren’t,” he bit my nipple into his mouth and stained my shirt with his hot tongue, “expect your ass to be burning red,” he sucked my nipple, “throbbing,” suck, “by the time I’m finished with you.”

I nearly came twice.

“Understand?” he didn’t wait for me to answer before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and quickly made his way out of the room.

I finally came back down to earth and saw clearly again, remembering the strange habit of feeding air to my lungs. My breathing came out in heavy pants and my whole body was shaking with desperate need. I was tempted to remain clothed, but I needed something to do. Or better yet, someone. The thick layers of curtains were secured and with only the light by the door on, the room was dark, with just the few shadows of the décor on the walls. My clothes came flying off and I was knocking shit down everywhere. I removed all accessories, except for his black band around my wrist.

Fuck, he’s only been gone for five minutes. I needed to pass the time. Bingo. Kill me. There was nothing else to do. And since he was giving me a treat, I felt like giving him one too, since I didn’t do this very often. I lunged for my bag that had three sets of Ashley’s new makeup in it. I was sure she wouldn’t mind if I opened them. I concealed the dark circles under my eyes, brushed on just a hint of blush, blended a dark, metallic green onto the outer corners of my eyes, tapped a soft gold into the inner corners with my fingertip, and finished it off with a dark liner and dark waterproof mascara. Lord knows I didn’t want to look like a raccoon on shit later. Just enough whip and edge and I wasn’t anywhere close to resembling prostitute. Score. I dug through the bag and saw a tube with sticky liquid. I popped the brush out and smelled it, then applied it on my lips and studied myself. The smell of it on my lips was off. I quickly wiped off any trace of it and replaced it with my favorite dollar-chap stick.

I hurried out of the bathroom after a sigh of relief that not only did I look good, but I looked fucking good, and checked the clock on the nightstand. Where are you? God, I can’t wait any longer. I needed some sort of release right now and needed it fast. I settled onto the bed and rubbed my hands in the dampness of my inner thighs. He better be here soon. My finger slid easily along the slit of my sex. I moaned when my slick finger flicked my sensitive clit. With my other hand, I parted the lips of my pussy and circled my nub. My body was so responsive at this point that I was ready to come already. I standing on the brink of falling into a pool of ecstasy, and I wanted it so bad, yet it was something that I wanted to prolong, to savor. The pounding of my heart and the desperate call of my body were the only sounds that I heard. Over and over, I brought myself one flick away from orgasm, but didn’t allow myself to come just yet. My sex was soaked and I could smell the wetness in the air. It had covered me so thoroughly that the sheets were now stained. Denying my body of a much-needed release was becoming harder and harder and my entire body was burning in a layer of sweat. Again, I stepped up onto the torturous ledge of orgasm, but pulled myself back. If he doesn’t come up in two seconds, I’m going to –

Then, the door slammed and the lights went out. With darkness invading my vision, the pounding of my heart was the only sound I could hear.

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End Notes: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Rob threatened to not punish me if I didn't "stop right there." ........ And I wanted to be punished, so... = ]

Think fast: If Rob was punishing you tonight, what would he be punishing you for and how would he punish you?

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