Our Love (Advent Calendar 2015)

The 19th of December

"Kris?"

They're in the bathroom, Rob shaving, Kristen taking a shower.

"Yeah?" she answers, washing the shampoo out of her hair.

"You're not working tonight, right?"

"No. I've got the day off." Kristen frowns a little. "Why?"

"Uh, I was just wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner tonight."

Kristen smiles, her chest being filled with warmth and her stomach with butterflies by the thought of eating at a restaurant, just the two of them.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Pattinson?" She asks him smirking, making it sound like she's teasing him, but just wanting to make sure.

"I sure am, Stewart. You gonna stand me up?"

Kristen shakes her head even though he can't see her.

"Not even if you begged me to," she assures him, turning off the water. "Now close your eyes and turn around. You can first see me naked on our third date."

"First, I've already seen you naked, and second, our third date was six years ago, and I'd already seen you naked countless times by then," Rob argues but turns around anyway.

"That's because you first had the balls to ask me out three months into our relationship," Kristen says chuckling, peeking out to make sure Rob's back is to her before she walks out of the shower. She quickly grabs a towel and wraps it around herself. "Okay, you can look now," Kristen allows Rob and he turns around. His eyes linger on her body for a couple of seconds; though it's covered by a towel, he can still see her curves underneath it, her amazing ass, her beautiful breasts, her perfect hips. He wants to rip the towel off her body and get reacquainted with every inch of her body, using his fingers, lips and mouth. But he resists the urge.

Kristen doesn't notice him starring, too busy ogling him herself. He's shirtless, only wearing a pair of sweatpants, and she is absolutely hypnotised by his abs, not to mention the trail of hair and his "v" that God knows she knows what leads down to. Though she knows she shouldn't, she can't help it, and she glances quickly at the slight bulge in his pants. She bites her lips to prevent a whimper from escaping her mouth.

"Uh..." Rob says, trying to snap out of it and remember what he was about to do before Kristen walked out with her fuck-hawt body, and it doesn't help that her skin is still a little wet from her shower.

"Right. I'll turn around so you can undress," Kristen offers, and turns her back to Rob, closing her eyes so she won't be tempted to try see him in the mirror. As she hears first his sweatpants falling to the floor and then his boxers, she blushes; though she tries not to imagine – recall – what he looks like naked, she finds it rather hard, almost impossible.

When she hears him walking into the shower, she loosens her towel and starts drying her hair. "I forgot some soap," Rob says, walking out of the shower, clearly also forgetting that he's naked and so is Kristen. He stops dead in his track when he sees her, all of her. Kristen turns her head by the sound of his voice and gasps slightly when she sees him there, in all his naked glory. They both know they should look away, but for a couple of seconds, they can't. When it clicks for them that the other is seeing them naked, Kristen quickly covers herself with the towel, and Rob grabs the nearest one and wraps it around his waist. He takes the bottle of shower gel on the counter and walks back into the shower, where he shreds the towel before throwing it out on the floor. For a few seconds, they both stand still, thinking about what just happened.

First when Kristen hears Rob turning on the water, she removes the towel again and continues drying her body.

They spend all day in front of the fireplace in Kristen's suite, cuddling and joking. Their naked morning encounter have made them a little bolder (and a little hornier) and they keep teasing each other. Kristen lets her feet wander up on the inside of Rob's leg with a smirk on her face, and Rob grabs her foot each time, knowing that he'll lose it for good if she gets any closer to his junk. In return, he draws patterns with his fingertips across her neck and lower back, making her shiver and discreetly rubbing her thighs together.

...

"You ready, Kris?" Rob calls out.

"Yeah, just a sec," Kristen replies from the bathroom. A couple of seconds pass before she opens the door. When Rob sees her, he gulps. She's wearing a short skater skirt in leather, a white, low-cut V-neck and a worn-out denim jacket. Her feet are clad in her beloved converse, her make-up is not that big of a deal, just what she normally wears, and her hair has a little of mousse in it, making it look sexier than ever. Rob is amazed at how she manages to look so fucking cute, breath-takingly beautiful and really bloody hot at the same time.

"You... wow," he says, literally speechless. Kristen smirks.

"Yeah, that's the reaction I was going for."

She walks over to him and runs a hand down his tuxedo-clad chest, whistling. He chuckles, blushing slightly.

"Tom let me borrow it," he explains.

"Tell him thanks," Kristen says, taking in the sight of Rob in a tux.

"Shall we go?" Rob asks, taking her hand in his to stop her ministrations so he won't get distracted.

"Sure," Kristen agrees, looking up at him with a warm smile.

Kristen's hand is still in Rob's as they get into the car, and they haven't let go as they walk into the restaurant either. Even when they sit at their table, they're still holding hands. When their waiter reaches their table, he has to clear his throat to get their attention because they're so engrossed in looking into each other's eyes.

When they've placed their orders, they immediately return to looking at each other. Rob strokes the back of Kristen's hand with his finger and she smiles at him, so deliriously happy. They don't say much, words not needed for this amazing moment.

"Uhm, Kristen, there's something I've thought about..." Rob says as she takes a bite of her newly arrived food. She looks up at him and puts her fork down, signalling to him that she's listening.

"Uh, well, I-uhm, ugh," he stumbles through the words, not knowing quite how to put it. Kristen strokes his hand and looks at him with sympathetic eyes, giving him a slight, assuring smile.

"Well, I, uhm, I was wondering if you'd, I mean, if you don't m- if you'd like to, uh..."

"Just say it, Rob," Kristen encourages him, chuckling.

He takes a deep breath.

"Iwaswonderingifyou'dwanttospendChristmaswithmeinLondonthisyear," he says, letting it all out in one breath.

"Huh?" Kristen mutters, not having understood a word of what Rob just said.

"It doesn't matter," he says, sighing, giving up.

"No, Rob, come on, I want to hear."

He looks up at her and waits a few seconds before he opens his mouth.

"I was just wondering, if you'd want to spend Christmas in London. With me," Rob says sheepishly.

Kristen is taken aback by his offer. Being with Rob, she hasn't really thought much about anything but, well, him, she hasn't even given Christmas a thought. She hasn't really talked to her family about it, but she was pretty sure she was going to spend Christmas with them. Now though, she's not so sure, because Rob is looking at her with such hopeful eyes as he absent-mindedly plays with her fingers. She wants to spend Christmas with him, in fact, there's no one she'd rather spend Christmas with than him. When she wakes up on Christmas morning, she wants it to be next to him, in their London flat (which they for some reason haven't sold after they broke up), to his raspy voice telling her "merry Christmas, love" in his sexy British accent.

"I'd love to," she answers whispering, trying to keep her emotions at bay. They smile warmly at each other, and once again, they're lost in each other's eyes.