Post by Renee on Nov 10, 2008 14:20:25 GMT -5
The humming of my car’s quiet engine purred around the corner as I pulled up to the curb to park. I switched off the engine, glancing into the mirror one last time, and then opened the sedan’s door. As I approached the front stairs, I heard Patty start barking and growling furiously behind the door.
“Stop it, Patty! Shut up!” I heard his voice, thick with that English accent, and I smiled, shaking my head from side to side. “d**n dog.”
The knob turned suddenly and the door was whipped open. Patty was there, on her hind legs, barking more loudly than before. Rob stood behind her, smiling from ear to ear as he reached around to grab the screen door blocking me from the house.
“Hey, Patty! You know who I am!” I cooed down once Rob got the door out of my way, kneeling to the floor. Patty’s tongue rolled to the side of her mouth and her barking stopped. She paced around in a circle as I pet her and finally licked my hand, recognizing me. I slowly stood, grabbing the wall for support as I pulled myself up.
“Hey Kris, what’s up?” Rob stood slightly to one side as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Nothing much, Spunk.” I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Sorry, I had to!” My palms went face up by my sides, surrendering while I let out a laugh.
“That was probably the most idiotic thing I have said in an interview.” Rob flashed his teeth as he led the way towards his living room.
“Yeah. Although, you do say a lot of idiotic things..” I turned the corner to see his piano set up in front of the fire place. There were a handful of papers scattered over the keys and some more lying on the piano’s bench.
“Sorry for the mess, just trying to write. You know, deadline.” He smirked, crookedly, walking towards the pile of music. I can’t help but get chills every time he gives me that smile, and I think he knows it. Oh, the irony.
“Anything good?” I asked quietly, walking over towards the piano, picking up some sheets of paper. I sat down on the bench, swinging my legs up so they were lying on the side of me causing me to take up most of it.
“Eh, well.. I don’t know. Maybe.” He seemed nervous, his hand traveled to the back of his neck and rubbed at it anxiously.
“You know everyone will love whatever you come up with. People are really looking forward to you writing the lullaby.” I told him as my eyes scanned over the scribbles and crossed out musical notes.
“Oh yeah, did I happen to thank you for throwing me under the bus during that interview? Well if not, thanks so much.” Rob folded his arms across his toned chest, his voice sarcastic.
“Hey! I think it was a great idea, besides, it comes right from the heart.” I didn’t even look up when I spoke, my eyes trying to decipher the papers in front of me. I shuffled around the scattered pieces of white paper, my brows coming together in confusion. “You scribbled all over these.”
“Yeah, burned most of them, too.” My head diverted up towards his and he swiftly nodded to the yellow and orange flames sparking up from the fireplace.
“WHAT! Why would you do that?!” I stared at him, scrutinizing his expression as he remained calm.
“Because they sucked, Kris. Why else? Like I’ve said before, I can’t write songs. I don’t know why they even asked me to come up with something in the first place.” He rambled walking closer to me. “Scoot over.”
I obeyed and moved my legs to the floor, sliding down the piano bench making room for Rob to sit beside me. I suddenly became warm, the feeling of heat washing over my face, a blush slowly creeping in on my cheeks. I watched his long fingers graze the ivory keys softly, barely applying pressure creating a soft sound that was hardly audible. His hands suddenly stopped as he turned his face to stare at me, smiling crookedly. In that moment I was thankful that I was sitting down, because my knees became instantaneously weak. I smiled back at him, my eyes leaving his and staring back down at the piano.
“If you don’t remember, it was me who suggested you write the song. Everyone else just hopped on board.” I sat and watched his fingers graze the keys again, this time creating no sound at all. It was as if his own melody was playing instead his mind and the keys were mere tools holding his focus.
“Yes, of course I remember.” Rob spoke softly, almost a raspy whisper. Suddenly, the walls seemed to close around us making my breath hitch in my throat. I felt as if I was suffocating, but strangely in a good way. I quickly jumped up from the bench, walking towards the fireplace. Patty was sitting underneath the chair in the far corner, her head lifted when she saw me rise, but went back down a moment later, not needing to investigate. I paced a few times in front of the fire, my hands found their place on my hips. My mind going a hundred miles an hour in thought before being whipped back into reality at the sound of Rob’s velvet voice.
“You okay?” He asked, concerned, his soft eyes flashing into mine.
“Yeah.” I answered too quickly, and he noticed. His eyes bored into mine and I felt the overwhelming feeling of heat at my face again, and it definitely wasn’t from the fire. I felt the need to change the subject, my words pouring out of my mouth without realizing what I was saying. “Will you play for me?”
“Sure. I do have one request though..” He trailed off and glanced down at the spot next to him and then back into my eyes. “Can you please sit down? You pacing is making me nervous.”
“Oh! Sorry.” I stated simply, walking back to join him on the piece of wooden furniture. I sat down quietly, stretching my short legs under the piano.
“It’s okay.” He let out with a suppressed laugh. He was staring at me again, giving me another famous smile, and he quickly turned back towards the instrument letting out another laugh.
“What?” I pondered, annoyed.
“Nothing.” He shook his head from side to side still smiling, before placing his hands on the hard ivory. “What do you want to hear?”
“Anything.” I sighed as I spoke, the word coming out almost as a moan. I was immediately embarrassed.
“How about something original?” He asked, not meeting my gaze. I stared at the side of his face; it was perfect as if he was carved from stone. His jaw was firm but soft, angled just right and he had the cutest chin. Rob’s lips were perfectly curved, plump, and naturally flushed red. When he finally turned his face to me he stared at me with incredulous eyes. “Kristen?”
“Yeah, original sounds great.” I could have smacked myself in the forehead at that moment, but I swiftly recovered. “I love your music.”
“I wrote this a few days ago, actually. Right after we filmed the meadow scene. Do you remember? I told you I was trying to write the lullaby.”
“Yeah, I do. Is this it? The lullaby?” My eyes widened in excitement. He forgot to mention that he actually wrote an entire piece. I thought most of the notes meant he couldn’t finish a song or complete the melody.
“I think so. I am going to play it for Catherine tomorrow, but I want Stephenie to hear it, too. I think we are going to try and get her on the phone. God forbid I screw up Bella’s lullaby.” He laughed quietly and I did the same, knowing whatever he came up with would definitely not screw it up. I had total confidence in him.
“Shut up and play.” I told him sternly, rolling my eyes. He smiled at me, his eyes blazing into mine once again. Rob seemed to be studying my face for a moment before he brought his hand up to my cheek. His index and forefinger grazed right under my left eyelid, with the softest of touches. I felt a lump rise in my throat as it completely went dry. Before I could blink he had his palm up under my stare.
“Eyelash.” He murmured. “Make a wish.” His voice was smoother than honey when it erupted from his lips, and I felt my arms melt at my sides. I closed my eyes bringing my lips to his fingertips and pretended to make a wish. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to even think of something to wish for, my face still burned from the trail lingering from Rob’s soft touch. I blew on the eyelash quickly, opening my eyes to see it blow off his hand and disappear.
“What did you wish for?” Rob questioned, raising one eyebrow.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t come true.” I smirked to myself, teasing him.
“Very true.” He smiled to himself also, avoiding my gaze. He stretched his neck once to the right and left, pumped his hands to fists, clenching and releasing, and finally dropped them to the keys.
The next few minutes were a blur. The music filled the living room in overpowering beats, matching the crackling of the blazing fire almost perfectly. I watched Rob intensely, his beautiful hands finding exactly the right keys at exactly the right times, never missing a beat. Even if he did, I wouldn’t have noticed. The music was soft, slow at times, but picked up when need be and slowed down immediately afterwards. I sat and watched him in awe, finally drifting up towards his face, noticing that his eyes were closed. His fingers never left the instrument, knowing just where to place them without looking at the keys. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as a droplet spilled over down my left cheek. I was fixed on Rob. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face as I heard him begin to hum along with the soft chords coming from the piano, perfectly in rhythm.
Slowly, I lifted my hand to rest on his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, but he just looked down concentrating on the keys. Carefully, I slid my hand to his shoulder blade, working my way to the back of his neck. Once I reached it, I brought my hand down, rubbing small circles again and again into him. I noticed Rob’s reaction to my touch and it made the heat travel to my core once again, overbearingly powerful. His breathing became relaxed, soothing me as he continued to tickle the keys creating his beautiful sound. As the song slowed, I felt my heartbeat quicken as my head found its way to rest on the shoulder I was brushing moments before. I closed my eyes, enjoying the last of the peaceful, blissful music creating an ecstasy aura around my ears. When Rob’s fingers came to a halt, the last note rang loud in my ears, and his hands rested on the top of his thighs. We sat there for a minute her two, my head lying on his shoulder as silent tears escaped my eyes.
I sat myself up, lifting my head free from his body, and turned to face him. His eyes met mine and in that moment, I think I fell in love with him. His eyes were dark, but when they caught my stare they became warm and bright. He looked down towards my cheeks, bringing his right palm up to cup my face. His thumb stroked at my tears, catching them and wiping them away. His other hand found my face shortly thereafter, doing the same with my tears that escaped down my right side. My lips began to tremble and Rob’s right hand moved down to caress my chin. His thumb ran over my bottom lip and his face came down, his lips brushing softly against mine.
As soon as I felt his soft lips on my warm ones, my head spun in a million different directions. My control went out the window and my hands went quickly to his neck, pulling and grasping at the ends of his wild bronze hair. His hands still on my face as his mouth moved in sync with mine, slipping his tongue to graze my lips begging for entrance. I allowed, parting mine and caressing his tongue with my own. My hands roamed freely through his tousled hair scooting myself closer to his body, moving onto his lap. My legs flung over his as I moaned against his mouth due to the sudden all over body contact.
Rob’s hands went down to my thighs, swinging my legs around to wrap around his waist. My back was now to the piano, his hands rubbing along my jeans as I released his mouth from mine to take in some oxygen. My breathing was definitely irregular, my eyes hazed over with lust as I felt his lips move down to the corner of my mouth, gliding along my chin and jaw, finally reaching the crook of my neck.
A grunt escaped from the base of my throat, arching my back and leaning up against the piano keys. A powerful loud mix of notes ranged throughout the living room vibrating the bench from underneath us. Neither of us seemed to notice as Rob continued working his kisses on my neck, moving to the top of my chest.
He stopped suddenly and my eyes snapped open to find him giggling into the base of my neck. A smile crept along my face as I ran my fingers through his now very messy head of hair, while he left butterfly kisses along my collarbone.
“Did you like the song?” He murmured into my neck, rubbing his hands up and down the top of my thighs.
I sighed and let out an exasperated moan. “You have no idea.”
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“Stop it, Patty! Shut up!” I heard his voice, thick with that English accent, and I smiled, shaking my head from side to side. “d**n dog.”
The knob turned suddenly and the door was whipped open. Patty was there, on her hind legs, barking more loudly than before. Rob stood behind her, smiling from ear to ear as he reached around to grab the screen door blocking me from the house.
“Hey, Patty! You know who I am!” I cooed down once Rob got the door out of my way, kneeling to the floor. Patty’s tongue rolled to the side of her mouth and her barking stopped. She paced around in a circle as I pet her and finally licked my hand, recognizing me. I slowly stood, grabbing the wall for support as I pulled myself up.
“Hey Kris, what’s up?” Rob stood slightly to one side as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Nothing much, Spunk.” I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Sorry, I had to!” My palms went face up by my sides, surrendering while I let out a laugh.
“That was probably the most idiotic thing I have said in an interview.” Rob flashed his teeth as he led the way towards his living room.
“Yeah. Although, you do say a lot of idiotic things..” I turned the corner to see his piano set up in front of the fire place. There were a handful of papers scattered over the keys and some more lying on the piano’s bench.
“Sorry for the mess, just trying to write. You know, deadline.” He smirked, crookedly, walking towards the pile of music. I can’t help but get chills every time he gives me that smile, and I think he knows it. Oh, the irony.
“Anything good?” I asked quietly, walking over towards the piano, picking up some sheets of paper. I sat down on the bench, swinging my legs up so they were lying on the side of me causing me to take up most of it.
“Eh, well.. I don’t know. Maybe.” He seemed nervous, his hand traveled to the back of his neck and rubbed at it anxiously.
“You know everyone will love whatever you come up with. People are really looking forward to you writing the lullaby.” I told him as my eyes scanned over the scribbles and crossed out musical notes.
“Oh yeah, did I happen to thank you for throwing me under the bus during that interview? Well if not, thanks so much.” Rob folded his arms across his toned chest, his voice sarcastic.
“Hey! I think it was a great idea, besides, it comes right from the heart.” I didn’t even look up when I spoke, my eyes trying to decipher the papers in front of me. I shuffled around the scattered pieces of white paper, my brows coming together in confusion. “You scribbled all over these.”
“Yeah, burned most of them, too.” My head diverted up towards his and he swiftly nodded to the yellow and orange flames sparking up from the fireplace.
“WHAT! Why would you do that?!” I stared at him, scrutinizing his expression as he remained calm.
“Because they sucked, Kris. Why else? Like I’ve said before, I can’t write songs. I don’t know why they even asked me to come up with something in the first place.” He rambled walking closer to me. “Scoot over.”
I obeyed and moved my legs to the floor, sliding down the piano bench making room for Rob to sit beside me. I suddenly became warm, the feeling of heat washing over my face, a blush slowly creeping in on my cheeks. I watched his long fingers graze the ivory keys softly, barely applying pressure creating a soft sound that was hardly audible. His hands suddenly stopped as he turned his face to stare at me, smiling crookedly. In that moment I was thankful that I was sitting down, because my knees became instantaneously weak. I smiled back at him, my eyes leaving his and staring back down at the piano.
“If you don’t remember, it was me who suggested you write the song. Everyone else just hopped on board.” I sat and watched his fingers graze the keys again, this time creating no sound at all. It was as if his own melody was playing instead his mind and the keys were mere tools holding his focus.
“Yes, of course I remember.” Rob spoke softly, almost a raspy whisper. Suddenly, the walls seemed to close around us making my breath hitch in my throat. I felt as if I was suffocating, but strangely in a good way. I quickly jumped up from the bench, walking towards the fireplace. Patty was sitting underneath the chair in the far corner, her head lifted when she saw me rise, but went back down a moment later, not needing to investigate. I paced a few times in front of the fire, my hands found their place on my hips. My mind going a hundred miles an hour in thought before being whipped back into reality at the sound of Rob’s velvet voice.
“You okay?” He asked, concerned, his soft eyes flashing into mine.
“Yeah.” I answered too quickly, and he noticed. His eyes bored into mine and I felt the overwhelming feeling of heat at my face again, and it definitely wasn’t from the fire. I felt the need to change the subject, my words pouring out of my mouth without realizing what I was saying. “Will you play for me?”
“Sure. I do have one request though..” He trailed off and glanced down at the spot next to him and then back into my eyes. “Can you please sit down? You pacing is making me nervous.”
“Oh! Sorry.” I stated simply, walking back to join him on the piece of wooden furniture. I sat down quietly, stretching my short legs under the piano.
“It’s okay.” He let out with a suppressed laugh. He was staring at me again, giving me another famous smile, and he quickly turned back towards the instrument letting out another laugh.
“What?” I pondered, annoyed.
“Nothing.” He shook his head from side to side still smiling, before placing his hands on the hard ivory. “What do you want to hear?”
“Anything.” I sighed as I spoke, the word coming out almost as a moan. I was immediately embarrassed.
“How about something original?” He asked, not meeting my gaze. I stared at the side of his face; it was perfect as if he was carved from stone. His jaw was firm but soft, angled just right and he had the cutest chin. Rob’s lips were perfectly curved, plump, and naturally flushed red. When he finally turned his face to me he stared at me with incredulous eyes. “Kristen?”
“Yeah, original sounds great.” I could have smacked myself in the forehead at that moment, but I swiftly recovered. “I love your music.”
“I wrote this a few days ago, actually. Right after we filmed the meadow scene. Do you remember? I told you I was trying to write the lullaby.”
“Yeah, I do. Is this it? The lullaby?” My eyes widened in excitement. He forgot to mention that he actually wrote an entire piece. I thought most of the notes meant he couldn’t finish a song or complete the melody.
“I think so. I am going to play it for Catherine tomorrow, but I want Stephenie to hear it, too. I think we are going to try and get her on the phone. God forbid I screw up Bella’s lullaby.” He laughed quietly and I did the same, knowing whatever he came up with would definitely not screw it up. I had total confidence in him.
“Shut up and play.” I told him sternly, rolling my eyes. He smiled at me, his eyes blazing into mine once again. Rob seemed to be studying my face for a moment before he brought his hand up to my cheek. His index and forefinger grazed right under my left eyelid, with the softest of touches. I felt a lump rise in my throat as it completely went dry. Before I could blink he had his palm up under my stare.
“Eyelash.” He murmured. “Make a wish.” His voice was smoother than honey when it erupted from his lips, and I felt my arms melt at my sides. I closed my eyes bringing my lips to his fingertips and pretended to make a wish. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to even think of something to wish for, my face still burned from the trail lingering from Rob’s soft touch. I blew on the eyelash quickly, opening my eyes to see it blow off his hand and disappear.
“What did you wish for?” Rob questioned, raising one eyebrow.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t come true.” I smirked to myself, teasing him.
“Very true.” He smiled to himself also, avoiding my gaze. He stretched his neck once to the right and left, pumped his hands to fists, clenching and releasing, and finally dropped them to the keys.
The next few minutes were a blur. The music filled the living room in overpowering beats, matching the crackling of the blazing fire almost perfectly. I watched Rob intensely, his beautiful hands finding exactly the right keys at exactly the right times, never missing a beat. Even if he did, I wouldn’t have noticed. The music was soft, slow at times, but picked up when need be and slowed down immediately afterwards. I sat and watched him in awe, finally drifting up towards his face, noticing that his eyes were closed. His fingers never left the instrument, knowing just where to place them without looking at the keys. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as a droplet spilled over down my left cheek. I was fixed on Rob. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face as I heard him begin to hum along with the soft chords coming from the piano, perfectly in rhythm.
Slowly, I lifted my hand to rest on his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, but he just looked down concentrating on the keys. Carefully, I slid my hand to his shoulder blade, working my way to the back of his neck. Once I reached it, I brought my hand down, rubbing small circles again and again into him. I noticed Rob’s reaction to my touch and it made the heat travel to my core once again, overbearingly powerful. His breathing became relaxed, soothing me as he continued to tickle the keys creating his beautiful sound. As the song slowed, I felt my heartbeat quicken as my head found its way to rest on the shoulder I was brushing moments before. I closed my eyes, enjoying the last of the peaceful, blissful music creating an ecstasy aura around my ears. When Rob’s fingers came to a halt, the last note rang loud in my ears, and his hands rested on the top of his thighs. We sat there for a minute her two, my head lying on his shoulder as silent tears escaped my eyes.
I sat myself up, lifting my head free from his body, and turned to face him. His eyes met mine and in that moment, I think I fell in love with him. His eyes were dark, but when they caught my stare they became warm and bright. He looked down towards my cheeks, bringing his right palm up to cup my face. His thumb stroked at my tears, catching them and wiping them away. His other hand found my face shortly thereafter, doing the same with my tears that escaped down my right side. My lips began to tremble and Rob’s right hand moved down to caress my chin. His thumb ran over my bottom lip and his face came down, his lips brushing softly against mine.
As soon as I felt his soft lips on my warm ones, my head spun in a million different directions. My control went out the window and my hands went quickly to his neck, pulling and grasping at the ends of his wild bronze hair. His hands still on my face as his mouth moved in sync with mine, slipping his tongue to graze my lips begging for entrance. I allowed, parting mine and caressing his tongue with my own. My hands roamed freely through his tousled hair scooting myself closer to his body, moving onto his lap. My legs flung over his as I moaned against his mouth due to the sudden all over body contact.
Rob’s hands went down to my thighs, swinging my legs around to wrap around his waist. My back was now to the piano, his hands rubbing along my jeans as I released his mouth from mine to take in some oxygen. My breathing was definitely irregular, my eyes hazed over with lust as I felt his lips move down to the corner of my mouth, gliding along my chin and jaw, finally reaching the crook of my neck.
A grunt escaped from the base of my throat, arching my back and leaning up against the piano keys. A powerful loud mix of notes ranged throughout the living room vibrating the bench from underneath us. Neither of us seemed to notice as Rob continued working his kisses on my neck, moving to the top of my chest.
He stopped suddenly and my eyes snapped open to find him giggling into the base of my neck. A smile crept along my face as I ran my fingers through his now very messy head of hair, while he left butterfly kisses along my collarbone.
“Did you like the song?” He murmured into my neck, rubbing his hands up and down the top of my thighs.
I sighed and let out an exasperated moan. “You have no idea.”
Story can be found on fanfiction.net.
