Our Love (Advent Calendar 2015)

The 21st of December

Kristen rubs her lips, a ridiculous smile on her face as she sits in the plane on her way back to Los Angeles; for the fifty-sixth time since Rob left, she thinks about their kiss.

The second his mouth is on hers, she kisses him back, as if her lips have been waiting, craving, for this exact moment to happen for a long time. She gasps slightly, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally kissing him again. The only noise in the quiet hotel room is the sounds of their lips moving together and their soft moans and sighs.

Rob lets his hand glide from Kristen's face down to her waist and pulls her to him, needing her closer. She puts her hands on his chest, fisting his sweater between her small fingers, not knowing what else to do with them.

As they kiss, they are both certain that they have never been this happy. When Rob feels something wet hit his hand on Kristen's cheek, he's about to pull away to check that Kristen is okay, but she tightens her grip on his sweater, preventing him from doing anything but kiss her. "Happy tears," she assures him against his mouth, as she feels another tear escape her eye and roll down her heated cheek. He smiles and caresses her cheek with the pad of his thumb, as he feels his own eyes getting slightly moist.

Running her tongue lightly across his bottom lip, she signals to him that she wants more. He opens his mouth, recognising the sign right away. Kristen's lips curl up into a huge smile against his lips, happy that he hasn't forgotten even the tiniest things about her. Letting Rob's warm mouth welcome her tongue, they continue kissing, smiling against each other's mouths.

Their lips move frantically against each other as their tongues perform a perfect dance. It's been so long – too long – since the last time they kissed; they relish every millisecond of this kiss, never wanting it to stop. So they kiss until they almost faint from lack of oxygen. When they've reluctantly pulled away, they lean their foreheads against each other's, needing the body contact, as they try to catch their breaths. They don't say anything; words cannot – in the slightest way – describe what they feel. Instead Rob places a short kiss on Kristen's mouth, causing her smile to get impossibly wider. She then pecks his lips too, and then he pecks hers, and they start kissing each other shortly on the lips, creating a rhythm that turns faster and faster as do their heartbeats; kiss. Pause. Giggle. Kiss. Pause. Giggle. Kiss. Kiss. Pause. Giggle. Kiss. Kiss. Giggle. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss...

Rob notices his bag out of the corner of his eye, reminding him that he's got a flight to catch.

"I have to"– kiss –"mmm"– kiss –"go," he tries to tell Kristen against her lips.

"Just one last time," she begs, desperately grabbing at Rob's neck as she tries to keep his mouth against hers. He kisses her slowly and tenderly, trying to make up for all the past months where they haven't kissed, in case the first kiss didn't do justice.

Kristen is the one to pull away, remembering how much Rob can get carried away when they kiss, and not wanting him to be late for his flight.

"Bye," she says and gives him a last short kiss on the mouth, failing to resist.

"Bye," he whispers and places a kiss on her cheek, 'cause God knows he's not able to give her just a short kiss on the mouth.

When Rob has walked out of the door for the second time, Kristen glides down the door, sighing as her back slides down the hard wood. When she lands on the floor with crossed legs, a huge smile spreads on her face and she lets out a happy giggle.

She hasn't thought about anything but Rob and their kiss since he left. Yesterday, Max had to snap his fingers at her when they were discussing characters because she was so distracted by thoughts of Rob and kisses and marriage and babies... And then when she apologised for her lack of concentration and said she'd try to be more focused, she accidentally called Max 'Rob.'