Our Love (Advent Calendar 2015)

The 16th of December

Since Kristen arrived in New York yesterday, she has only thought a little about Rob... or at least made the attempt to. No matter how hard she tries though, he is constantly on her mind. She feels pathetic, it's only been a little over a day since the last time she saw him. And she misses him. Last night when she came home from the first meeting, she desperately needed – craved – that Rob was lying in her hotel bed, ready to take her in his arms. But he wasn't. Instead she came home to an empty, dark and really fucking cold hotel room.

She's drying her hair when she hears a knock on the door. "Hold on," she yells out for her co-star. She pulls the nearest t-shirt (which happens to be Rob's IRIE t-shirt that she forgot to give him back) over her black lace bra, grabs her script and goes to open the door.

Kristen's heart starts beating impossibly faster when she sees who's standing outside her room. Because it's not a co-star. It's Rob. A grinning Rob with an overnight bag in his hand. She throws herself into his arms and he welcomes her happily, dropping the bag on the ground.

"I missed you," Rob explains sheepishly, looking into Kristen's eyes. He doesn't even notice that she's wearing THE shirt, hypnotised by her warm smile and her shining green eyes.

"I missed you too," She says, her hand playing with the hair at the back of his neck. He shivers.

"Uh, I'll just come back later," Kristen's co-star says when he sees Rob and Kristen hugging while looking into each other's eyes.

Rob doesn't lift his head to see who the person is, his eyes remain focused on Kristen.

"Sorry," Kristen mouths apologetically to her co-star.

"It's fine," he assures her, smiling at the two of them. He gives Kristen a slight wave before he walks off. She doesn't see him though, too engrossed in the depth of Rob's blue eyes.

"Uhm, come in," Kristen offers, when she realises they're standing out in the hallway.

Rob picks his bag up with one hand while Kristen grabs his other. They walk into the hotel room, and when Rob takes off his coat, the cold hits him immediately, giving him goose bumps. "Fuck, it's cold in here," Rob complains, his eyes landing on his t-shirt on Kristen, that is so thin, he can see her black bra through it. He then notices her blue lips and chattering teeth. "Here," he says, pulling off his sweater and handing it to Kristen, leaving him shirtless. Kristen just stares at his abs and wonders when the hell Rob got such a fine six-pack. "It suddenly got lot hotter in here," Kristen says smirking, resisting the urge to reach out and feel his toned stomach. Rob's cheeks redden slightly.

Kristen pulls the sweater over her – well, technically Rob's – t-shirt, while Rob finds another sweater in his bag.

"I really hope you've got at least one sweater in your suitcase, Kris," Rob says, making a head gesture towards her luggage. Kristen bites her lip, not saying anything. "For fuck's sake, baby."

"Who cares? I'll just borrow yours," she says, jumping onto her bed.

"Kristen Jaymes," Rob scolds her, walking over to the foot of the bed.

"What? Sharing is caring, remember?" Kristen says, her innocent eyes not matching her teasing smirk.

"Sure," Rob mutters, full knowing that Kristen will have claimed half of his clothes before he leaves.

"Come here," Kristen whispers, motioning with her hand for him to get down on the bed with her.

Rob lets himself fall over her. Kristen yelps, thinking she'll be crushed under him, but he puts down his hands on either side of her before they even make the slightest body contact.