Oneshot: The secret that we keep
Author: Jenny (
dazzledjem)
Pairing: Robert Pattinson / Kristen Stewart
Rating, Word Count: M, 1 717
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them.
Summary: With all the bumps, bruises she would probably have from his hands, and flaws that they both had, this was real.
Note: Set in Japan. This is another one of my days where I don't pay any attention at all in class and just write. It is the first smut I have ever written, so I would really like to know what you guys think. I hope I don't disappoint too much. English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated!
He sat down in the black limousine, where she was already waiting. She looked amazing enough to break his heart, as always, dressed in a black, short dress.
He could tell by the way she looked away from him that it would be a very silent ride to wherever it was they were taking them, to pose for pictures and look happy and carefree.
But he wouldn’t let her sit there and act all above him and giggle a little when she got a text message from Michael.
“So, you backed out on the Oscars?” he said and ran his hand through his hair nervously.
“Yeah, I did,” was all she said.
He wouldn’t let her get away with it that easily.
“I don’t think that was a very smart career move.”
“I guess it wasn’t, but that is also none of your business.”
“Where were you?” he asked, ignoring how annoyed she sounded.
“I was with Michael.”
His mind had suspected it, though his heart didn’t want to believe it.
“I sure hope you had fun,” he said dryly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I didn’t have fun because just when I had found a tux that actually fitted me, and even a ridiculous bow tie, my phone started to ring. It was some random chick named Kristen..”
She couldn’t ignore how full of loathe his voice sounded when he said her name. She had never heard it like that from him.
“And she says, and I quote: ‘I’m not going. Have fun. Bye.’”
He could hear her hold her breath for just a few seconds and then exhale sharply.
“I…”
“You know, I didn’t even want to go. But I agreed to their invitation because I thought maybe you would be there, and we could present that ridiculous excuse of a montage together, and I would look at you and say that I had to become a vampire to find the right woman. But then, I get a call from them saying that I would be presenting with Amanda Seyfried, even before you dared to call me. Hilarious.”
He could hear that he was getting too emotional, and he cursed himself mentally for it. Why couldn’t he just put on a good act now, when it really mattered?
“Look, Rob, I…”
“I’m not finished. Do you know how it was to stand there with her? To even walk that fucking red carpet with all those photographers, telling me to stand still and look pretty. I wanted to disappear. Because even if you haven’t noticed, I feel safer with you next to me.“
He hadn’t planned to say that last part, it just slipped out of him.
“You’re so much better at things like that,” he said, hoping she hadn’t noticed his slip. “ I wanted to take the next flight to London where everyone actually doesn’t know me as Edward.”
She had noticed, though. Her hand instinctively reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away.
“Do you want to hear the rest? Well, you have no choice.”
“Rob…” she tried to interrupt him, but he wouldn’t hear it.
“Then I read online what dear old daddy John had to say about it. ‘Kristen will present at the Oscars, when it’s a great movie, not just one that makes a lot of money.’”
He paused briefly so she could speak if she wanted to, but she didn’t.
“I was proud of this movie. I was proud that we accomplished this, and that we’ve actually survived after all three press tours. I was proud of us.”
She looked away so he couldn’t see the tears that had welled up in her eyes.
“And for a moment, I actually thought you were too. But I guess not. You could have told me earlier, though, instead of just pretending. I understand that you lied to the media, but me? I thought we were better than that, even though your boyfriend is so fucking awesome.”
It was silent for a long while after that. She didn’t know what to say, or if it would only make it worse.
He was heartbroken because of her.
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply, while she was biting her lip, pondering over what to say and what not to say. She didn’t even know what was best, to keep quiet or to speak. Both options would probably hurt him. The more dangerous side of her was considering option C.
Yes, her mind told her.
No, she argued.
Yes.
No!
Go for it. What are you afraid of? No one except the two of you and the driver – and there’s a tinted window separating you – are here and no one will ever know.
No. I won’t. I can’t.
Before she knew it, she obviously could. Her hand was placed on his thigh.
She could have sworn that she heard his breath hitch a little.
When the limousine stopped for a red light, she took the opportunity to straddle him, hoping that he wouldn’t push her away.
She had always been crazy.
“Get the fuck off me.”
“No.”
She moved her hips against him, and she could see him lean his head back just a little, obviously enjoying it.
“I said, get off.”
“Don’t deny something that you want.”
She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers. She could have sworn that she could see deeper than she ever had into them, but before she had time to think about it, his lips were crashed against hers.
It wasn’t a sweet reunion kiss that you could see in romantic movies. It was passionate and filled with desire, mixed with impatience. His tongue searched for entrance, and found too, when she happily obliged and opened her mouth.
Even though it wasn’t sweet, she had missed it. The feeling of his lips against hers was something she would probably never get enough of, unfortunately.
Her mind briefly passed to Michael, but not long enough to register what she was doing as bad.
All she knew was that she was enjoying this, the moment.
He was clever enough not to unzip her dress.
They both knew that this wouldn’t take long.
She briefly lifted herself up, and so did he, to pull off his pants and boxer briefs.
In the process, she hit her head in the roof.
“Ouch,” she mumbled under her breath.
He was already so hard. She pulled her dress up and quickly moved her panties aside.
No, this wasn’t glamorous.
He teased her at first, moving the head of his cock around her opening.
“Now,” she growled, and he wasn’t late to oblige.
When he finally entered it, she had to let out a moan.
M- he never felt like this inside of her. She couldn’t even think his name now, for it would feel like a betrayal against Robert.
She moved up and down slowly, not caring that she would sometimes hit her head in the roof again. She would probably get a bump later, but she didn’t care.
His hands were holding her hips firmly, moving her against him, harder, faster.
She didn’t mind because she knew that he would stop if she ever said no.
Not that she would.
It wasn’t overly romantic and gracious like in movies. For fuck’s sake, it was in the back of a car. And it was rushed. Everything couldn’t be perfect all the time. But the best thing about it was that it wasn’t pretended. With all the bumps, bruises she would probably have from his hands, and flaws that they both had, this was real.
She could feel him getting closer, but she wasn’t quite there yet.
“I want you to come with me,” he groaned.
He slowed down, because he didn’t want to come before she did. After a little while, he moved faster, and he briefly removed one of his hands to reach down and start massaging her sensitive clit with his thumb.
She felt herself come then, as she leaned her forehead against his and tried to contain her moan. He came with her, feeling her walls clench around him was what he needed to reach his release.
She tried to get off him, but he held her there.
“Not yet,” he whispered to her neck.
He wrapped his arms around her, and held her close to his body for what seemed like an eternity.
But eternity quickly ended when the car stopped.
She tried to both hurry and get off him as smoothly as possible, which was an impossible task.
She fixed her dress and her hair as good as she could, and she noticed that a little of his come ran down onto her thigh. She made an uncomfortable grimace.
“What’s wrong?”
“Some of your come is currently on my thigh,” she informed him.
She was glad she was on the pill. She hadn’t noticed until now that he hadn’t used a condom, and she had wanted him too much to stop and ask him.
“Oh, sorry about that…”
He found a napkin in one of his pockets and handed it to her before he quickly pulled his underwear and pants up.
“Thanks.”
She wiped it away, and as soon as she had put the napkin away, the door was opened for them.
She took a deep breath and then got out of the car. She was quickly followed by Robert, who placed his hand on her back briefly and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m sorry about how rushed it was, but…”
“Don’t,” she silenced him. “You don’t have to apologize.”
She smiled a little for the cameras as they were moved forward, moving towards the other waiting photographers.
*
There were even more cameras present now. She moved a little closer to him, not on their orders, but because she wanted too. He tightened the grip his hand held on her waist, and her fingers were clinging to his jacket unintentionally.
When he leaned his head down a little, she found the opportunity she had been waiting for.
“I’m proud of us too,” she whispered in his ear, and she could see his smile widen as she felt his hand tighten the grip just a little.
Author: Jenny (
dazzledjem)Pairing: Robert Pattinson / Kristen Stewart
Rating, Word Count: M, 1 717
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them.
Summary: With all the bumps, bruises she would probably have from his hands, and flaws that they both had, this was real.
Note: Set in Japan. This is another one of my days where I don't pay any attention at all in class and just write. It is the first smut I have ever written, so I would really like to know what you guys think. I hope I don't disappoint too much. English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated!
He sat down in the black limousine, where she was already waiting. She looked amazing enough to break his heart, as always, dressed in a black, short dress.
He could tell by the way she looked away from him that it would be a very silent ride to wherever it was they were taking them, to pose for pictures and look happy and carefree.
But he wouldn’t let her sit there and act all above him and giggle a little when she got a text message from Michael.
“So, you backed out on the Oscars?” he said and ran his hand through his hair nervously.
“Yeah, I did,” was all she said.
He wouldn’t let her get away with it that easily.
“I don’t think that was a very smart career move.”
“I guess it wasn’t, but that is also none of your business.”
“Where were you?” he asked, ignoring how annoyed she sounded.
“I was with Michael.”
His mind had suspected it, though his heart didn’t want to believe it.
“I sure hope you had fun,” he said dryly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I didn’t have fun because just when I had found a tux that actually fitted me, and even a ridiculous bow tie, my phone started to ring. It was some random chick named Kristen..”
She couldn’t ignore how full of loathe his voice sounded when he said her name. She had never heard it like that from him.
“And she says, and I quote: ‘I’m not going. Have fun. Bye.’”
He could hear her hold her breath for just a few seconds and then exhale sharply.
“I…”
“You know, I didn’t even want to go. But I agreed to their invitation because I thought maybe you would be there, and we could present that ridiculous excuse of a montage together, and I would look at you and say that I had to become a vampire to find the right woman. But then, I get a call from them saying that I would be presenting with Amanda Seyfried, even before you dared to call me. Hilarious.”
He could hear that he was getting too emotional, and he cursed himself mentally for it. Why couldn’t he just put on a good act now, when it really mattered?
“Look, Rob, I…”
“I’m not finished. Do you know how it was to stand there with her? To even walk that fucking red carpet with all those photographers, telling me to stand still and look pretty. I wanted to disappear. Because even if you haven’t noticed, I feel safer with you next to me.“
He hadn’t planned to say that last part, it just slipped out of him.
“You’re so much better at things like that,” he said, hoping she hadn’t noticed his slip. “ I wanted to take the next flight to London where everyone actually doesn’t know me as Edward.”
She had noticed, though. Her hand instinctively reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away.
“Do you want to hear the rest? Well, you have no choice.”
“Rob…” she tried to interrupt him, but he wouldn’t hear it.
“Then I read online what dear old daddy John had to say about it. ‘Kristen will present at the Oscars, when it’s a great movie, not just one that makes a lot of money.’”
He paused briefly so she could speak if she wanted to, but she didn’t.
“I was proud of this movie. I was proud that we accomplished this, and that we’ve actually survived after all three press tours. I was proud of us.”
She looked away so he couldn’t see the tears that had welled up in her eyes.
“And for a moment, I actually thought you were too. But I guess not. You could have told me earlier, though, instead of just pretending. I understand that you lied to the media, but me? I thought we were better than that, even though your boyfriend is so fucking awesome.”
It was silent for a long while after that. She didn’t know what to say, or if it would only make it worse.
He was heartbroken because of her.
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply, while she was biting her lip, pondering over what to say and what not to say. She didn’t even know what was best, to keep quiet or to speak. Both options would probably hurt him. The more dangerous side of her was considering option C.
Yes, her mind told her.
No, she argued.
Yes.
No!
Go for it. What are you afraid of? No one except the two of you and the driver – and there’s a tinted window separating you – are here and no one will ever know.
No. I won’t. I can’t.
Before she knew it, she obviously could. Her hand was placed on his thigh.
She could have sworn that she heard his breath hitch a little.
When the limousine stopped for a red light, she took the opportunity to straddle him, hoping that he wouldn’t push her away.
She had always been crazy.
“Get the fuck off me.”
“No.”
She moved her hips against him, and she could see him lean his head back just a little, obviously enjoying it.
“I said, get off.”
“Don’t deny something that you want.”
She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers. She could have sworn that she could see deeper than she ever had into them, but before she had time to think about it, his lips were crashed against hers.
It wasn’t a sweet reunion kiss that you could see in romantic movies. It was passionate and filled with desire, mixed with impatience. His tongue searched for entrance, and found too, when she happily obliged and opened her mouth.
Even though it wasn’t sweet, she had missed it. The feeling of his lips against hers was something she would probably never get enough of, unfortunately.
Her mind briefly passed to Michael, but not long enough to register what she was doing as bad.
All she knew was that she was enjoying this, the moment.
He was clever enough not to unzip her dress.
They both knew that this wouldn’t take long.
She briefly lifted herself up, and so did he, to pull off his pants and boxer briefs.
In the process, she hit her head in the roof.
“Ouch,” she mumbled under her breath.
He was already so hard. She pulled her dress up and quickly moved her panties aside.
No, this wasn’t glamorous.
He teased her at first, moving the head of his cock around her opening.
“Now,” she growled, and he wasn’t late to oblige.
When he finally entered it, she had to let out a moan.
M- he never felt like this inside of her. She couldn’t even think his name now, for it would feel like a betrayal against Robert.
She moved up and down slowly, not caring that she would sometimes hit her head in the roof again. She would probably get a bump later, but she didn’t care.
His hands were holding her hips firmly, moving her against him, harder, faster.
She didn’t mind because she knew that he would stop if she ever said no.
Not that she would.
It wasn’t overly romantic and gracious like in movies. For fuck’s sake, it was in the back of a car. And it was rushed. Everything couldn’t be perfect all the time. But the best thing about it was that it wasn’t pretended. With all the bumps, bruises she would probably have from his hands, and flaws that they both had, this was real.
She could feel him getting closer, but she wasn’t quite there yet.
“I want you to come with me,” he groaned.
He slowed down, because he didn’t want to come before she did. After a little while, he moved faster, and he briefly removed one of his hands to reach down and start massaging her sensitive clit with his thumb.
She felt herself come then, as she leaned her forehead against his and tried to contain her moan. He came with her, feeling her walls clench around him was what he needed to reach his release.
She tried to get off him, but he held her there.
“Not yet,” he whispered to her neck.
He wrapped his arms around her, and held her close to his body for what seemed like an eternity.
But eternity quickly ended when the car stopped.
She tried to both hurry and get off him as smoothly as possible, which was an impossible task.
She fixed her dress and her hair as good as she could, and she noticed that a little of his come ran down onto her thigh. She made an uncomfortable grimace.
“What’s wrong?”
“Some of your come is currently on my thigh,” she informed him.
She was glad she was on the pill. She hadn’t noticed until now that he hadn’t used a condom, and she had wanted him too much to stop and ask him.
“Oh, sorry about that…”
He found a napkin in one of his pockets and handed it to her before he quickly pulled his underwear and pants up.
“Thanks.”
She wiped it away, and as soon as she had put the napkin away, the door was opened for them.
She took a deep breath and then got out of the car. She was quickly followed by Robert, who placed his hand on her back briefly and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m sorry about how rushed it was, but…”
“Don’t,” she silenced him. “You don’t have to apologize.”
She smiled a little for the cameras as they were moved forward, moving towards the other waiting photographers.
*
There were even more cameras present now. She moved a little closer to him, not on their orders, but because she wanted too. He tightened the grip his hand held on her waist, and her fingers were clinging to his jacket unintentionally.
When he leaned his head down a little, she found the opportunity she had been waiting for.
“I’m proud of us too,” she whispered in his ear, and she could see his smile widen as she felt his hand tighten the grip just a little.
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