Addiction & Recovery | Robsten

V | Kings Of Leon

Kristen's Pov;

My breakup with Michael became public knowledge quickly after the breakup occurred. We never publicly released a statement about the termination of our relationship, we never made any public statements about any aspects other than the initial clue in for the public on our being together. Once it was known that I was a single woman, the press reports about Rob and I doubled. As the time came for filming of Eclipse the third installment in The Twilight Saga myself and the rest of the cast all relocated to Vancouver. On Friday night of the last weekend before filming we had a cast dinner. Rob and I sat next to each other at the table, both of us being not so subtle with what was intended as discreet forms of affection. We wouldn't want to draw attention to our budding romantic relationship, but love is hard to hide. What started out as an almost explicitly sexual addition to our friendship, quickly has begun to build in-depth and emotion. We can't keep our eyes or our hands off each other. It doesn't matter where we are or who we are with. Our love is a force of its own. It has no boundaries and no fear. As we left dinner Rob walked me to our cab with his arm around my waist, and I didn't stop him. Usually we would walk with a few feet between us if possible or keep friends between us. Not this time. We left the cast dinner, squeezed in closely in the back of a cab, and went straight to our shared hotel room. The next day, Saturday, was the day we had reserved seats for a Kings Of Leon concert. It was a neutral Vancouver evening, only light jackets were needed. Rob and I got ready together at the hotel, he shaved his face at the sink while I applied some eyeliner. Then when it was time we decided to head out in our matching plain black zip up hoodies. Getting into the venue for the concert was easy breezy once we got past the crowds of fans waiting in line to gain entrance. We didn't have to wait in line like the others since Rob and I, as well as the rest of the Eclipse cast had passes to get in through a back entrance. We had balcony seats that were perfectly lined up with the center of the stage. The perfect view. The sky grew dark as the seats around us filled up with other fans of the band. Rob and I took our seats next to Jackson, Nikki, and Kellan, with Ashley and the remaining cast in the row above us. We we're all excited to see the band play, but Rob and I in particular were even more excited to spend our last night before we had to start work again together on such a fun and relaxing outing. We shared a mutual love for music, and it was our first concert together as an almost official couple. Drinks were brought around by concession workers and our little group got our fair share of cans of soda and beer and even a few wine coolers. Being only nineteen at the time, I was not old enough to drink, but Rob was and so while I was stuck with a boring can of soda he got a beer. I pouted over it for a while, while we were in intermission, and begged him for a drink. He held it high above my head proudly and said it was for adults only and I was a kid. I tried my best to jump for it, causing many laughs from others in our group whose attention our banter had gotten, but I couldn't jump high enough to take it from his hands. "I am not a kid." I muttered, slumping into my seat, and Rob laughed in amusement. The band started up again with a new song as I retrieved a fresh cigarette from my pack. It was my second of the night. I lit it up and took a long drag, staring straight ahead, as Rob settled in to his seat beside me. I felt him lean in close to me, his lips to my ear, but I didn't show any sign of response, instead looking the opposite direction from him. "I know you're not a kid." He whispered, breath hot in my ear, voice heavy with sexual intent. My heart faltered as my lips turned up into a smile. I still did not look at him. His arm snaked around my shoulders and his hand reached for and grabbed the lit cigarette from my hand. He took it and sucked up the smoke, making the tip flicker slightly. Then his other hand brought the can of beer up to my lips. I tilted my head back, lips parted, as he poured the rest of the cool alcohol down my throat. He tossed the empty can aside as I swallowed, continuing to smoke on my cigarette. I didn't ask for the cigarette back, he could have it. He could have anything I had to offer. The performance in front of us went on but we were only half watching it. His hand ruffled in my Joan Jett styled hair and I chuckled as he sent my hair into further disarray. Then his hand slipped further down my spine and my eyes closed. My every muscle tensing in anticipation. Every time he leaned in close my heart would skip a beat, my insides would warm with desire. Then he would stop suddenly and change his demeanor completely, throwing me off guard. He cheered beside me as the song ended, hand cupping his mouth. "Whooo!" He hollered, making me laugh. "Oh hell yeah! Fuck me with your guitar!" I screamed, in the most exaggerated groupie voice I could muster. Rob turned to me, eyes wide, and began to laugh loudly. "What? I'm just showing my support it was a good song!" I yelled, directed at Rob only. He shook his head at me, amused. Then he leaned in just as the next song began, lips at my earlobe. "You better not let anyone else fuck you, guitar or not." My insides melted, moisture pooling between my legs. I smiled, leaning in towards him. "How are you going to stop me?" I asked, my voice soft and sweet. His eyebrows raised, but he didn't say anything. During the next few songs we snuggled in close. I stole sips of his never-ending supply of beer cans and he took hits from my cigarettes. "Sharing is caring." He had said, and I laughed. We were becoming good at sharing things with each other. I'd like to think we'd be just as good at sharing our lives with each other, but only time could tell. The last song begins and I look to Rob, wondering if he has the same thoughts as I do. I love him, I know that for certain. Does he love me? He's said he does. He's told me he's loved me since the day he first laid eyes on me. "Hey." I lean into him, this time whispering in his ear. He turns to me, giving me his full attention. "Yeah?" His eyes hold mine, all teasing gone from them. His eyes are such a deep dark shade of blue tonight. I move in closer, take a breath, and press my lips against his. It's not much of a kiss, far more brief and chaste than any of our other kisses, but it is our first public kiss. Being out in the open where anyone can see is such a different experience than kissing behind closed doors. There's already so much speculation about us out there in the media. Now there's proof to back it up. It's not easy having personal matters brought public, but it's worth it. When you love someone there's no reason you can't or shouldn't show your love for that person in front of the world. I don't want to hide my love for him from the world, not now and not ever.