Fic: You Could Be Happy

Title: You Could Be Happy
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: angst that turns to sex lol…oh, and RPF
Characters/Pairings: RPattz/Kstew
Short summary: Cam is spreading rumors about him and Kristen and Rob disappears from set. Kristen goes to find him. 2826 words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kstew and Rpattz…obviously. If I did, RPattz would shower. With me.

Comments are ♥!! Also this is my first time writing RPattz/Kstew so...enjoy!




You have four unheard messages. First unheard message.

Hey Rob, it’s me. I saw that you already left the set and I thought we were going to leave together to grab some dinner but...you left so...yeah. Call me I guess? Cam’s going to give me a ride home. Talk to you later, bye.

Message Deleted, Next Message.

Hi Rob, it’s Kris again. Ok, so it’s been 3 hours and I’m starving because I didn’t eat because I was waiting for you but you haven’t called so...I guess I’ll just eat here. Um, call me when you get this, I’m kind of wondering where you disappeared to. Bye.

Message Deleted, Next Message.

Ok, seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? Oh, and I saw the looks you were shooting me today at craft services so don’t think for a fucking second that you were being smooth. I know you’re sitting in your disgusting apartment right now, probably high off your ass so when I see you tomorrow don’t even try to tell me you were busy.

You know what? You’re an asshole.

Message Deleted, Next Message.

Fuck you...I’m coming over.

Message Deleted. End of Final Message.

Rob sighed and closed his phone, throwing it on the couch next to him. Well she was wrong about one thing. He wasn’t high. Yet. She lived about two blocks away which gave him anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes until she showed up at his door. It all depended on how pissed she was. He grabbed the joint from the table and was reaching for the lighter when there was a violent knock at his door.

So much for preparation.

Kristen didn’t wait for an invitation into his apartment. He never locked the door and to be honest she wasn’t even sure why she knocked. Her mind flashed to the possibility of him and another woman in a compromising position on the couch, but common sense immediately cancelled that out. No sane woman would enter willingly into this shithole.

Rob didn’t move from his spot on the couch when Kristen threw herself into the room, her breathing irregular and heavy. He almost smiled but thought better of it when he saw angry tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She stood in front of him, confused and upset, and he was just angry, which was an easy enough emotion to deal with. He was angry that she felt it was her place to stand there, like a girlfriend, when they were anything but. She had someone else to pull this shit with. And it wasn’t him. So he stayed silent.

Kristen could have smiled at his transparent attempt to ignore her...wasn’t she supposed to be the teenager? He was such a fucking child. Adrenaline was flowing through her but after seeing him and the angry look on his face she began to breathe more regularly. Anger she could deal with, especially since he seemed sober.

“Rob...what’s going on? Is this about Cam today? He was an idiot to say whatever he said. You know nothing happened.” His eyes flickered and his expression softened, causing Kristen to take a second look at him. He looked utterly beaten.

“I don’t care if it’s true or not. It’s none of my business anyway is it?” he responded, groaning internally the second it left his lips. He sounded like a fucking fangirl.

Kristen smiled. This was going to be easier than she thought. She opened her mouth to respond but apparently, he wasn’t done yet.

“I mean honestly Kristen,” and the smirk grew wider at how his accent was more pronounced when he was upset. “If you want to spend your time with Kellan and Jackson and Cam that’s fine. I really don’t care.”

Kristen smiled and took her jacket off, throwing it on a nearby chair.

“So does that mean you won’t be ripping my engine out to stop me from leaving?” she asked as she kicked her shoes off.

Robert’s mouth twitched. She could always get him with Edward Cullen’s romantic gestures/stalker strategies. “Well, I didn’t say that.”

Kristen shuffled over and went to sit down next to Robert but thought better of it. Robert looked up at her questioningly and leaned his head back against the couch as she straddled his lap instead. He still wouldn’t look at her, and sat pouting with his eyes closed as Kirsten unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it gently off his shoulders. Her shirt was next, and she slowly began placing soft kisses up and down his neck in an attempt to push the thought of her and Cam, and anoyone else for that matter, from of his mind.

She was already cheating on one man...no need to make it a spree.

“Rob,” she whispered in his ear before gently nibbling and licking the skin there, “tell me what to do to make you feel better. To show you that it’s only you.” She had found his spot now and kept her mouth there as she felt his hands find their way to her thighs. Her lips snaked up his jaw line and slowed when she reached his mouth. She pulled back slightly and was surprised to find his eyes open.

“Kristen.” The word came out as a whisper so soft she wasn’t even sure it was what he said, but his eyes gave him away.

“Nothing. Happened. I don’t know what he even said to you today but I swear I wouldn’t do that to you.” She replied.

“I know.” Rob said eyes down, continuing to whisper as if they were sharing a deep secret, “but when he started talking I didn’t even hear what he was saying anymore, just that he was talking about the two of you like...”

“He’s lying.” She spat, her face flushed in anger and voice raised. She pulled his face back to her and Rob sighed beneath her as she fell against him so their foreheads were touching.

“What are we doing here, love?” Rob asked.

“I don’t know,” Kristen replied, placing her hands on either side of his face, “but I don’t want it to stop.” She kissed him softly at first, their lips barely touching as her hips moved slightly against him. His hands tightened on her jeans and she touched his chin, pulling his mouth open before she leaned in again, this new kiss more tongues than lips as she pushed against him. His hands roamed freely now, from her hips, which were moving in a slow but steady rhythm, up her chest, where his thumbs reached out to graze her breasts through her bra, to her face, which he cradled gently in his hands.

Kristen pulled away with a smile and unbuckled Rob’s belt, skimming her hands around the waistband of his jeans. He pushed her gently in an attempt to remove them but she stayed put, shaking her head no. Rob remained seated, unsure of Kristen’s actions until she leaned in and kissed him softly, whispering against his lips.

“Do you believe me Rob? When I say it’s you and only you that I think about?” She waited for his quick nod before continuing, “Because you are the only one I ever fantasize about...touching me, the way you do...Fuck I’m so wet for you right now Rob. All I do is think about your hands on me, you inside me...and your mouth,” she sighed, biting on his bottom lip softly. “Fuck, your mouth.” She kissed him desperately, her body arching up into his, and Rob was hard against her, just trying to keep up.

He matched her determination breath for breath, and wondered how he could have ever doubted her. Cam was nothing if not an extravagant storyteller, and had been regaling everyone who would listen about all the extras he had slept with, girlfriend be damned, and how they had ‘begged for it.’ Thinking back to lunch today, and granted he was having trouble concentrating on anything but the delicious sounds coming from Kirsten as she kissed up and down his throat, he hadn’t been so upset that she would sleep with someone like Cam, as much as he was furious that he cared. That her sleeping with Cam or whoever else while she was supposedly with him could be any worse then what they were currently doing. No matter what she said or more importantly didn’t say, she had someone at home waiting for her, and this was supposed to be casual.

And he cared. Too much.

Kristen’s kisses slowed on his throat as she made her way to his ear. “I want to fuck you,” she whispered, and Rob’s cock jerked in his pants at her breathy voice paired with her hips grinding hard into his. “I want to fuck you so that you know I mean it, that’s its only for you.”

“Fuck Kris,” Rob groaned, grabbing her face and kissing her while matching the rhythm her hips were taking with his tongue. His hands roamed up her back and unclasped her bra, sending her breasts falling forward into his chest. She pulled away and arched back, pushing them out as an offering and Rob wasted no time in taking part as she leaned away as far as his encircling arms would allow. She looked as if she wanted to speak but her words faltered and came out as throaty groan as his teeth nipped at her left nipple before moving to the right. Rob kissed up her chest and throat before meeting her lips in what was too tender a kiss for the moment. His hands found her jeans and he unbuttoned them and slid them down her legs before moving her slightly so he could do the same with his.

Kristen hesitated. She had meant for this to be so much more fulfilling for him. There was so much more she wanted to do to him before this, but she was so caught up that it was all moving very quickly. Rob’s kissed slowed as he sensed her indecision.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, placing kisses down her throat to her chest.

“I just, is this ok? I wanted to make it better for you. It was all supposed to be for you tonight. Are you ok on the couch or do you want to mo-“

“No,” Rob interrupted. “This is perfect. Fuck, Kris, you are perfect,” He sighed as Kristen’s hands traced feather light patterns up and down his back as they rested in an intimate embrace.

Usually their encounters were fast and hard but tonight was about more than being upset that Catherine changed a line or that Rob was smirking at her and wouldn’t stop whispering his dirty wishes in her ear before pivotal scenes. Tonight would push them into something they hadn’t wanted in the beginning, something they weren’t ready for now.

Something they couldn’t take back.

Kristen rocked her hips back and pulled away far enough to snake one hand between the two of them to take Rob’s cock in her hand. His eyes closed tightly as she pumped once, twice, three times in quick succession. She wasn’t taking her time anymore. His hands pushed her thighs apart and he became even harder in her hands as he pushed through her impossible wetness to find her clit. He kept his thumb pressed against it and rubbed hard, causing Kristen’s hips to buck up against him and her head to fall on his shoulder. Her hand stilled against him and she moved to place it on top of his to keep it there.

“Please,” she choked out, grabbing his hair with her other hand and rocking insistently against him, “don’t stop Rob please...” She kissed his neck, trying unsuccessfully to stifle the moans that he was eliciting from her. His hands slowed as he felt her strain harder against him.

“Kristen,” he started, pulling his hand away.

“I know,” she agreed. She took him in her hand and pushed onto him slowly, both unable to stop the deep moans of pleasure from the connection. Rob’s hands grasped Kristen’s hips and brought her up slowly before slamming her down hard onto his cock, smiling at her loud yell before doing it again, burying himself deep inside her. Kristen gave her own devilish smile before circling her hips in a way that made his eyes roll back and his head spin. Her hands moved to the top of couch as they found a rhythm, the slow, tenderness of before giving way to an animalistic drive, with bodies slapping together and tender kisses giving way to heavy breathing and tongues and teeth fighting for control.

“Fuck Kristen...come on love, harder...come on,” Rob encouraged as he used his hands to pull Kristen down hard onto his lap. Her head flew back and her short nails scratched paths across his shoulders as she felt the fire become more pronounced between her legs.

“Rob, are you close? Fuck...I’m so close.” She breathed as she came down hard against him again.

“I’m right there darling,” he replied. Taking one of his hands away from her hips he circled her clit harshly, causing her to buck out of rhythm, which was all either of them could take.

“Oh my God! Fuck Rob,” Kristen cried as she fell against him, his arms encircling her as the aftershock of her orgasm caused her to continue to shake against him. His lips dragged up and down her collarbone and waited at her pulse as her breathing slowed to its normal pace. She pulled herself up and away from him and smiled.

“Whoa. Is it just me or,” she said as she kissed him slowly, tongues moving lazily against each other.

“No that was...amazing.” Rob replied, grabbing the blanket off the couch and pulling her down on top him.

“So,” Kristen said, tracing circles with her fingertip on Rob’s chest, “What did you do, you know, when Cam was saying that stuff?”

Rob stiffened beneath her and she almost wished she hadn’t asked when she felt his smiling mouth press a kiss to her forehead. “Well, not much I could say was there? Can’t just go around claiming you as my own and padlocking you to me like some protective vampire. Although to be honest I was quite...chagrinned.”

Kristen laughed aloud and nodded. “Exactly. How could I ever have eyes for anyone else? Not when I have the most beautiful creature anyone has ever seen anywhere in the free world for the past 100 years beside me.”

“108.” Rob corrected.

“Right. You are all I need.” Kristen said, stifling a yawn. “Mmmmm, I’m exhausted,” she moaned as she snuggled deeper into Rob’s chest, tangling her legs with his as she tried to find a comfortable place to sleep. “I had to do all that wire work today, it was such a pain in the ass,” she said, trying harder in her attempts to get comfortable. Rob could feel her getting worked up as her pulse quickened. She drew a deep breath to push herself up but fell back against Rob in a huff. “Jesus Christ can we move? This couch smells like a mixture of pot and stale beer,” she said, moving restlessly above him. At his smirk, she rolled her eyes and clarified. “And not in a good way.”

Rob laughed and shook his head, rubbing her back softly. “I’m quite comfortable to be honest love. I see no reason to move.”

Kristen smiled and shook her head, “You need your sleep my friend. Did you forget what tomorrow is?”

Rob’s eyebrows furrowed in honest concentration as he tried to remember what scenes he was shooting tomorrow.

“No,” he said carefully, “I have simple scenes tomorrow, darling, remember? Because...oh fuck.”

“That’s right,” Kristen sang. “The TwiMoms are coming tomorrow, every single one ready to feast their eyes on the breathtaking Edward Cullen, the controlling dream man they always wished they had.”

Rob’s eyes closed in agony and he sighed deeply. “What about you? Don’t they want to get to know the smart, beautiful, yet slightly accident prone Bella?”

“No. Because they can’t fantasize about my marble penis.” Kristen giggled, standing up with the blanket and walking towards the bedroom.

“Well played darling, well played.” Rob replied with a smirk as he pushed himself off the couch. “Would you like a piece of the marble statue?" He asked as he met her in the living room and wrapped the blanket around both of them, lifting her off her feet and pressing her into the wall next to them. Her legs fastened themselves around him and she smiled as she felt him getting hard again.

“Oh, but what of your virtue?” Kristen cried in mock horror.

Rob smiled and kissed her deeply. “Fuck it. We’re going to hell anyway right? Might as well enjoy it.”

And Kristen couldn’t agree more.