Fic: Time Difference
"Time Difference"
Fandom: Twilight RPF - Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart
Rating: M
Summary: “Do you like Italy so far?” Rob and Kristen before filming.
Notes: 350 words. Written for the rpattz_kstew 350 Challenge.



He slid back into her. Warm, sated, he could taste the orange juice on her lips that was left half-drunk on the tray next to her bed.

“Kristen,” he barely breathed into her open mouth.

They were both half-awake, half-sober, half wet with each other.

She barely mustered a groan. Her legs slid up around his hips and flexed, every available ounce of energy she had gathered into wrapping her lithe legs around him, sinking him into her, locking him into place.

His hair was messy, it swept down into her eyes, so she tunneled her fingers through it, exposing his forehead and reached up to taste his mouth.

His head dipped down, his lips on the peak of her nipple. “Do you like Italy so far?”

The crinkle of the fresh hotel sheets rang out in her ears as she felt the arches of her feet push them down, down until there was nothing left on the bed but the two of them. His hips kept the steady thrust in her, pulling out of her, back in.

“Yes,” she managed. He always kept himself in her so far, so close. The lack of his relent was painfully wonderful.

They hadn’t left the airport but 12 hours ago.

He sped up slightly, dropping his forehead onto her chest. He came inside of her, catching his breath while his body calmed.

Her fingers idly stroked his shoulders, his back, his jaw line. He pulled out of her and she winced. He dropped onto his side and his mouth and fingers found her breasts again. Overly-sensitive, she let out a small whimper. He suckled on her, rubbed her, and his fingers slid down her center and worked into her.

She turned onto her side, hooked her leg up over him, and rolled her body in time with his fingers.

Her face rested against his, and she felt the distinct scratch of his facial hair each time her body pushed onto his.

“When are you going to shave?”

“Don’t have to ‘til tomorrow.”

She shuddered around him, finishing. “I like you like this.”