Our Love (Advent Calendar 2015)

The 17th of December

The first thought that Kristen has when she wakes up, is that she wants to wake up like this every morning; she's lying in Rob's arms, his body heat protecting her from the low temperature of the hotel room. They're lying under the same blanket, as closely as the laws of physics will allow. She can almost feel, hear, smell, see, and even taste the happiness in the room. Turning around in Rob's arms so they're not spooning anymore, she's met by the sight of Rob beaming, smiling from ear to ear, and he sees a matching smile on Kristen. "Good morning, love," Rob says in a hoarse voice, pulling Kristen closer and planting a kiss on top of her head.

"Good morning," she says, her grin turning wider as she feels him peck her hair.

"Did you sleep well?" she asks him, putting her hand behind his neck to play with his hair.

"I've never slept better. And I sure as hell have never been this happy when waking up in a long time," he replies, fighting the urge to place kisses all over her face and neck. She giggles slightly, feeling this extreme joy, and not knowing what else to do. No words can really describe how she's feeling in this moment.

They lie there for an hour, just cuddling and grinning at each other, until Rob announces, very charmingly, that he has to take a piss.

When he gets back, instead of climbing into bed with Kristen again, he starts packing his bag. Kristen can't see what he's doing, but misses his warmth. "Rob, come back to bed with me," she requests, pouting a little.

"I'd love to, baby, but my flight leaves in two hours."

"Where are you going?" she asks, the happiness that practically lit up the room with its glow before immediately killed.

He's about to say 'home', but he can't. It's not home without Kristen there. "Back to Los Feliz," he answers her.

"But why? Aren't you first leaving on Monday?" Kristen asks, getting up from the bed and walking over behind him. She wraps her arms around his middle and leans her head against his back.

"Yes."

"Please stay," Kristen mumbles against his naked skin, and plants a kiss there.

"Okay," he says, not that hard to convince to stay cuddling with Kristen in bed rather than going home to an empty house.

"I'll cancel my flight. Get your sexy arse in the shower meanwhile," he suggests smirking, turning around so that they're facing each other. "Okay," she whispers, smirking back at him.

When Kristen gets out of the shower, she puts on a pair of skinny jeans and a Led Zeppelin shirt. As soon as she leaves the steamy bathroom, the cold of the hotel room hits her and she immediately starts shivering.

"Kristen, for fuck's sake," Rob says when he sees her in the thin, sleeveless shirt. "You need a sweater, love."

"I have sweaters," she protests, pointing at the one of Rob's she wore yesterday, which is currently lying on the floor.

"Your own sweaters. I'll go buy you some while you're at the studio," he offers, wanting to take care of her.

"Thank you," she says, smiling at him. "I'm leaving now, I have to be there in fifteen minutes." She picks up Rob's sweater from the floor, puts it on, and grabs her script and her wallet.

She walks over to the door, Rob in tow. "Bye," she says. "Bye, love." For a brief second Kristen considers if she should kiss him, but then she decides to just hug him instead.

"Kristen?" he asks, as she turns around to open the door.

"Yes?" she says, turning her head in his direction.

He wants to say it, he wants her to know. But he can't, afraid of how she'll take it. So instead of 'I love you', he says,

"I'm glad you convinced me to stay."