Sequel (Advent Calendar 2016)

THE 6TH OF DECEMBER

The 6th of December

...

The cold December wind is whirling around him as he stands on set, smoking before they have their daily morning meeting. He's reading his lines, script in one hand and cigarette in the other when Kristen comes over to him. He automatically holds out the cigarette, an instinct he's grown after all the times she's taken a drag when approaching him. She doesn't even look at the cigarette.

"Hey," he greets her, turning his head and smiling at her. Her nose is red from the slight cold and her hair has been thrown in all directions by the wind. Her green eyes look even brighter than usual.

"Hey," she greets back, returning his smile. "I-uh, I bought two cups of coffee, but I-I-I realise now, that I can only drink one, so... I was wondering, well, if you'd like one of them." She tells him, bouncing her legs, and tugging at her short hair, being so Kristen, as she stands with two red Starbucks cups in her hands, offering him one of them.

"Sure," he says, still smiling at her.

"Great," she says nodding, handing him the cup in her left hand, the one furthest away from him. He takes a last drag from the cigarette before he throws it on the ground and steps on it till it's out. He takes a swig of the coffee, and as the taste hits his taste buds, he stiffens, suddenly taken back to a weekend trip in Brighton, to rain and small, cold hands, to a little English café, a pair of green eyes, and a phenomenal cup of coffee.

He knows she remembers how much he loved the coffee he got that time in Brighton, and he knows they don't normally serve it at Starbucks.

He side-eyes her, and she looks away, taking a swig of her coffee. He can't help but grin.

...

"And... Action!"

He's kissing her. Her upper lip is moving against his lower lip, and three camera men, two producers, four assistants, one costume manager and a director are watching, but he's kissing her.

His hands are on her hips, gently pulling her against his body, and she's got her hands in his hair. He's trying to control his thoughts, but it's impossible as her mouth repeatedly brushes against his.

She tastes like coffee and peppermint and... her. He wants more. He wants to pull her impossibly closer and kiss her the way he used to do it, the way he should do it: slowly, tenderly, passionately.

He senses one of the cameras moving closer, and she lightly nibbles on his lower lip. A shiver runs down his spine.

They peck each other's lips before pulling away. Leaning their foreheads against each other, they smile as they nuzzle their noses. She leans in and gives him a short kiss, before starting to kiss him deeply again. They still smile as they kiss, undeniably happy.

"Cut!"

It could very well just be his mind playing games with him, but he thinks she waits a couple of seconds before pulling away. Her face is completely neutral, like a switch has been turned off, brought back to reality. Rob, however, feels like his mouth is battling between a smile and a grimace. He's lightheaded, confused. So fucking confused.

"Perfect, Daniel and Chloe!" Stephanie says enthusiastically, a satisfied grin on her face.

Daniel and Chloe, Rob tells himself. It was Daniel's uncontrolled thoughts, Daniel's racing heart, Daniel's burning desire for more.

Rob and Kristen didn't kiss, Daniel and Chloe did.

For the rest of the day, whenever he thinks about the kiss, he lets "Daniel and Chloe" run on repeat in his mind. But the more he thinks about the kiss, the more he thinks about her hands in his hair, her smile, and her lips, the harder it gets to convince himself that it was Daniel and Chloe kissing.

...

He's kissing Kristen Stewart.

She's lying underneath him, on a bed, one hand on his neck and one hand on his cheek, her lips soft and gentle as they move against his.

It's heated and urgent, and he wants more. So much more. Sex, yes (there's a reason why he's making sure that there bodies are not flush against each other's), but also innocent and sweet kisses, real kisses.

So he deepens the kiss, enjoying every single moment it lasts, every single moment they last.

"Thank you," Catherine says from the camera beside the bed.

Rob places a last kiss on Kristen's lips, pretending he was in the middle of doing so, and pulls away. Her hair is a mess and her green eyes are filled with something that makes him want to kiss her again, almost tells him to kiss her again, but he doesn't.

"That was amazing, guys!" Catherine says, completely taken aback. "But Rob, if you get the role, you might wanna turn down a notch with the noises, we want to keep the movie PG-13," she tells him, only half-joking.

A movie, he thinks. Only a movie. He suppresses a sigh and looks at Kristen out of the corner of his eye. She's... lovely, even - or especially - when she just stands there with slightly pink cheeks.

He wants to kiss her, pull her into his arms and have their first kiss, their first real kiss.

Little does he know, that they just had their first real kiss.