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Two Coachella RPFs Jenny Lewis “It’s Jenny fucking Lewis, Rob.” She paused, a pout...

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 02:28:00 -0400

Two Coachella RPFs

Jenny Lewis

“It’s Jenny fucking Lewis, Rob.” She paused, a pout on her face. He didn’t understand her obsession with her, though he did find himself listening to her music on his own at times now. Mostly when he was away from her, not being forced to listen to it daily in the house. He would never admit it.

“What’s so great about her? Benni Benassi is playing at the same time.” He kept a straight face even though he knew he wasn’t going to leave.

She raised her brow and didn’t say anything for a minute. “Who the fuck is Benni Benassi?”

He tried to think of something, but failed, laughing instead.

“You’re staying with me.” It wasn’t a question.

He laughed at her again, crouching to her eye level. The real show when he went to see Jenny Lewis with her was always the look on her face. She tried really hard to keep her cool, but the awe in her eyes was not something she could hide. It was cute.

She tugged on his hood and gave him a quick peck. “Thank you.”

The XX

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her in. The XX was playing Nighttime.

She rested her head back onto his chest and swayed her hips side to side. He moved along with her and leaned down to her ear, kissing it lightly. She turned around and gave him a small smile, leaning up. He looked at her for a moment to make sure he knew what she wanted before he kissed her. There were people swarming everywhere, but he didn’t care, and the look on her face told him she didn’t either.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he dropped his sweatshirt by their feet, moving his lips with hers as the music played in the background.

She pulled her face back a little between songs, keeping her eyes on him. She twirled her fingers around on his neck and he pressed her back, bringing her closer to him. “I love you a lot.” She said, eyes twinkling from the joint they split not long before.

He laughed and brought his mouth to hers, speaking against her lips. As much as he liked the festival, all he was thinking was “I can’t wait to get you out of here.”

She laughed and kissed him and he slid a hand down, into her back pocket. She smiled big as she pulled back and turned to face the stage, singing along to the next song.

First morning after Australia: RPOV: I opened the sliding door in our bedroom and lit up a...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:39:28 -0400

First morning after Australia:

RPOV:

I opened the sliding door in our bedroom and lit up a cigarette. I chain smoked two, watching the sun come up. Even with the foggy LA air, the view of the city from our house was unreal.

I closed the sliding door when I was finished and got back into bed. Kristen had cocooned herself in the sheets, leaving me none. I pulled a bit from under her and she woke up.

She did a weird blink as if she didn’t recognize me and rubbed her eyes, then reached for my face. I smiled and propped myself over her, a knee on each side of her hips. I pressed a kiss to her cheek and she finally woke up enough to say something. “I hated not waking up to you so much.” She lifted her neck up to kiss me, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Homecoming: I sat in the limo, shaking my leg. I had my hair pulled back so I couldn’t occupy...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:11:00 -0400

Homecoming:

I sat in the limo, shaking my leg. I had my hair pulled back so I couldn’t occupy my anxiety by running my fingers through it. I felt like my insides were going to implode.

As much as I was sure that everything would be exactly the same after two months, a part of me was also nervous. I knew everything was the same for me and I thought everything was the same for him, but I wouldn’t know for sure until we were finally breathing the same air.

I kept refreshing the arrival page on my phone, cursing under my breath every time until it finally said Arrived… then I went into an excited, nervous breakdown.

Next thing I knew he was calling, then walking out the doors and into the limo. Into the backseat, throwing down his backpack, slamming the door.

And finally, into my arms.

It was so quick; it felt like a dream. A really, really good dream.

I was smiling so hard my eyes started to water as he gripped the handle of truck. He got into the backseat, headfirst, with the smile that I loved so much. Head shaved, tanned; he looked so different. I didn’t get a chance to look at the rest of him before he kissed me. He propped himself up with his hands on the seat and once our lips met I put my hands on his neck, drawing him closer. Everything was going to be ok. Nothing could break this.

“Holy fuck.” I pulled back after a minute to take a deep breath. I felt like I might pass out. My emotions were so overwhelming. Two months away from the person who you wake up thinking about every day of your life felt like forever.

It took me awhile for my thoughts to catch up with my nerves so I could feel his hands on me and believe it. He was here.

He told me to calm down but I could feel his shaky hands against my waist. He was no more calm than me. “You look amazing.” He said, looking right into my eyes. I kept my eyes on his. From an outsider’s perspective, we probably looked fucking ridiculous.

He smiled at me and brushed his nose past mine. He pulled out the elastic in my hair and combed his fingers through it. “You look…” I scanned his face. He had a couple of scratches. He looked sexy. I brushed my hands over his barely there hair. “Really hot.”

He laughed and threw his backpack in the back of the car. The rest of his luggage was being brought home by Dean.

I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers. It was the little things like the feel of how our hands were together that I missed the most.

We didn’t have to verbalize anything. How much he loved and missed every part of me was evident in the way that he was moving his hands all over me in the back seat of the limo.

He kissed my neck and I rolled my head back. “Is there anything you are dying to do now that you’re home?” I breathed.

“Be with you.” He said, his lips still against my neck. On any normal day, before he left, I would have called him cheesy. But in that moment, there was nothing but sincerity in his voice.

I put my hand under his chin and guided his face to line up with mine. “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you.” He said, then grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.

I laughed and flipped my hair over to one side, leaning in to kiss him over and over and over with no intention to stop.

Can you write areunion post , like the first kiss and hug and stuff after 2 months of seperation. PLEASE

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:58:44 -0400

Coming right up…

Everyone requests for RPF’s that have to do with babies. It’s fluffier than usual, so...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 15:47:00 -0500

Everyone requests for RPF’s that have to do with babies. It’s fluffier than usual, so only read on if you like that sort of thing.

Baby talk:

He rested his hand on my bare stomach and curled into my side, ala John Lennon, but not so extreme, and I was naked too. I looked down at him and just laughed.

He kicked all of our friends out so we could spend time alone. Rob wanted just me and I couldn’t ask for anything more.

He circled his fingers around my belly button and I twirled mine in his hair.

“What the fuck was that? I think I just felt something.” He said, laughing. He could never keep a straight face. “Something just moved in your stomach.”

“Ha ha.” I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile.

“You know, even Kim Kardashian is pregnant?”

“So we should have a baby because Kim K is doing it?”

“I dunno. We could.”

“You think we’d be good parents?”

“We’d be great.” He gave me a cheesy smile. “You’d be the tough one, and I’d just screw around and play with them.”

“Oh, them now? How many do you think I can handle? My body hasn’t exactly proven to be tough.”

“One at a time.” He moved up and pressed his lips to my shoulder, then up a little more and kissed my lips.

“You really want to have kids someday.” I breathed in and kissed him again. We’d spoken about it before, but the concept always seemed so far away. This time, it felt much closer. We were really going to have our own little family.

“With you.”

woah you are not 'bad' at writing sex! I really enjoyed reading it if that doesn't sound creepy...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 16:45:35 -0500

Thanks for reading & we’re all a little creepy so it is what it is. :)

“I love the way he smells. And him me. Like, he loves to lick under my armpits. I don’t get...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 16:32:22 -0500

“I love the way he smells. And him me. Like, he loves to lick under my armpits. I don’t get this obsession with washing the smell off. That smell of someone you love – don’t you think that’s the whole point?”

(Don’t read on if you don’t like sexual content in RPF)

LA, Whenever you want it to be:

They stumbled into the door, laughing, holding hands. It took Rob twice as long to type in the security code and turn off the alarm with only one free hand, but he didn’t mind. They liked constant contact.

Both of them were still in a drunk/high haze from hanging out with their friends. John dropped them off at home by their request halfway through the night. They wanted to be alone.

Kristen let go of his hand when they got to their room and hooked two fingers in the waistband of his boxers, a little smile on her lips. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him and he gave her a huge smile back, the one she loved so much. His eyes watered. She leaned forward and pressed her cheek to his chest, taking in his smell.

Their senses were slightly heightened from the weed. Aside from the relaxation, the heightened sense of smell was their favorite.

Rob never wore a cologne, but his smell was the best to her. A little musky, a little dirty, but somehow gentle. She could never get enough.

“Do you believe in pheromones?” Kristen asked, a giggle in her voice. She dug her hand deeper into his boxers, under his jeans until she could feel him.

He flinched slightly at the coldness of her hand, but she quickly warmed it up with a slow stroke up and down his length. “Yeah.”

“Like dogs fucking each other solely based on how they smell? You fuck me because you like how I smell?” She was laughing and he was too. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her head.

“The way you smell…” He cupped her bum. “Your ass,” he smiled into a kiss against the side of her lips.

She started to move her hand a little faster. He took a step forward, closing any space left between them, cupping her ass with his hand more firmly. She still had her jeans on and he wanted them off. He reached between them and undid them with one hand, then pushed them down, along with her thong.

His breathing hitched and she took her hand out of his pants so he could remove them. They both pulled their t-shirts over their heads and kicked their shoes and socks off, along with the pants that were now at their ankles.

He took a step towards her and grabbed her tits. “These are all right too.” He let go, then leaned down and kissed where his hands were. They were a little red from how hard he gripped and his lips made a mark where he sucked.

She sat onto the bed and then shimmied back towards the top. He moved forward, knees on both sides of her, kissing her stomach as he made his way up the bed.

“Why do you fuck me?” He asked. Their giggling phase was over and now it was just this wild need for each other taking over.

She moaned and grabbed his dick, saying nothing, letting out needy whimpers. He leaned down and kissed her mouth roughly.

She teased at his dick more as he moved to her side, lifting one of her arms over her head. He kissed up her side, taking her in. Her taste, her smell, the feel of her skin under his lips and tongue. She twitched when he got to her underarm, but he didn’t stop. He knew every part of her body by heart.

He kissed under her arm and swirled his tongue around. Goosebumps popped up all over her skin and she took a deep breath in, turning her head to watch him.

When he pulled back, she rolled on top of him and did the same. No part of his body was left out. She loved every line in his skin, every hair, everything. She breathed him in as she kissed and sucked all over, then finally moved back to his lips.

so glad you're back on! can't wait to read the new stuff

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 16:11:41 -0500

Only one new thing! Hopefully more shortly. :)

Can you write something about valentines day? I dont think they would make a big deal of it but im sure they would be funny about it

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 16:10:00 -0500

I’ve gotten a couple of requests for Valentine’s Day so I’m going to put that on my list. Any ideas of what he might’ve sent her?

If it doesn't creep you out, you could try to write about the armpit licking thing.. Just a suggestion :) xx

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 16:09:05 -0500

Oh dear. I might try but I’m really bad at writing sex so I can’t promise anything.

Phone call: “You don’t know what I had to do to get reception for this call.” He...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 15:48:02 -0500

Phone call:

“You don’t know what I had to do to get reception for this call.” He breathed, sounding proud of himself.

“Well hello. I hope it was nothing questionable.” I replied, a smile on my face. I hadn’t heard his voice in two days. “It was you who wanted to shoot a movie in the middle of fucking nowhere, remember?”

“I know. It’s really therapeutic here, though.”

“Yeah?” I laid down on the bed, on his side. That’s where I slept now. I didn’t allow the cleaner in there and hadn’t washed the sheets. Did that make me crazy? I didn’t care.

“Yeah. You’d really like it. It’s hot all the time.” I loved warm weather. The cold and I didn’t get along. I tried imagining myself there with him as he spoke about it and it was so easy.

“I miss you so much.” I blurted out. It was always on my mind, the missing him. A couple of days or a week was manageable, but not having your best friend around for over a month was getting harder by the hour, especially the late hours of the night when my friends left or fell asleep and I sat, wide awake, unable to turn off my brain. Rob was always what I thought about. I needed him.

“Soon, baby.” He said, calm. I always got a bit more worked up about it than him, but I knew he missed me just as much.

“Hold on a sec.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and went to my photo albums and started to scroll through the pictures of our friends and I. I sent them all to him and caught him up on every second of the past two days.

“Suzie and I took Jack and Marcus on a hike. It was pathetic.” I laughed. “They were really hungover, to be fair.” I sent him a picture of Jack and Marcus holding hands on the trail. He was cackling and it made me laugh ‘till there were tears in my eyes.

I got to the end and there was one more picture that I took for him the other night, when he had no reception.

“Last one.”

“What is it?”

“Just me.”

I was naked, covering my face with a baseball cap, in the bathroom mirror. Probably not the best disguise and definitely not the most original. I deleted it once I sent it to him to be safe. “You should probably delete it too, never know.”

“When I’m done with it.”

“What are you going to do with it?” I said, playing dumb, trying to get something started. He and I had the greatest sex in the world as far as I was concerned, but somehow on the phone and on Skype it was a lot harder to get things going.

…But after two days of no shitty phone sex, or even the sound of each other’s voices… it was much easier.

Why do you think they smoke it? Just curious:)

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:11:54 -0500

Their friends and Kristen’s brothers are pretty open about it and usually close friends do that sort of thing together, right?

do you think kristen still smokes week? i think she doesn't, she quit smoking and i think weed is on the package too lol

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:05:11 -0500

Weed? Yes, I think they still smoke it, just my opinion. xxx

can you do a nye one from suzie's pov?

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:02:14 -0500

That’s what most of the requests are for so I’m going to try and hopefully it isn’t shit. :] xxx

Would you ever do a baby fic?

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:01:49 -0500

I won’t say no but it’s very unlikely.

do you think you could ever do a point of view of one of their friends?

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 22:18:50 -0500

Possibly! Anyone in particular?

Who is Michaela? From your last piece of writing (which I loved!! I always look forward to new reading material!) Xx

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 22:17:00 -0500

Sam Bradley’s manager, and subsequently, a friend to RK. :]

She’s on the right here:

http://thumbnail.image.shashinkan.rakuten.co.jp/shashinkan-core/showPhoto/?pkey=cc42471cdc77d7d9cac5e0d883ef49ccff24fe98.82.2.2.2a1.jpg

Setting: English countryside vacation KPOV Michaela’s gigantic, golden curls were splayed...

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 20:00:00 -0500

Setting: English countryside vacation

KPOV

Michaela’s gigantic, golden curls were splayed across the pillow and the hardwood floor. I looked at her face and she was sound asleep.

Rob’s hand curled around my waist and he nuzzled me closer. “Are you awake?” I whispered, unsure. He grabbed me in his sleep, too.

“Yes.” He whispered back, leaning his face closer, then planting a little kiss on my ear.

I looked around the living room again, trying to make out everyone’s faces to see if they were awake. The only light helping me was coming from the fire, which was barely burning anymore.

Suzie and Jack were laying beside each other and they seemed to be asleep. It looked like he had his arm under her head but it was hard to tell. The only other face I saw was Marcus, who was without a doubt, knocked out. He’d had a little too much fun earlier and wound up being the first man down.

“Everyone else isn’t.” I whispered to Rob, trying to maneuver myself around to face him on the too-small-sofa we were squished on.

He helped me around with a tight grip, then pressed his lips to mine as soon as I was facing him. I smiled automatically and put a hand on the back of his neck, pushing our bodies even closer until there was no space.

“Are you…?” I tried to muffle my laughter against his chest but it was hard… because he was hard. I didn’t even do anything.

“How is that funny? Are you five?” Even in the dark room, I could tell he was smiling.

“Are you a preteen?” I laughed again.

“That was a long no sex spell while I was away, you know. I’m obviously still not back to normal.” He laughed and kissed me once on the lips, then whispered, “can we be quiet?”

“Not here.” I paused for a minute, trying to imagine how we could possibly fuck on this little couch and not wake our room full of friends. “Let’s go.” I stumbled up from the couch, letting out a little moan at my aching body, from that awful position we were crammed in just a second ago.

I pulled Rob’s hand along with me until we reached the first room off the living room. There was a bed and I momentarily realized how strange it was that we all chose to sleep on tiny couches and the hard wood floor instead of all the perfectly comfortable beds we had available.

Rob pinned me down quickly, unexpectedly, as soon as we were in the room. It was easy to completely forget that there were people on the other side of the wall.

The sun started to rise while we kissed. I looked up and saw the beautiful scene right outside the window. The only sleep we got was the semi-sleep for a couple of hours on the couch. The rest of the night was spent where we laid now, together. The bed was still made. We managed to keep it neat even in our haste to consume every part of each other.

“Wanna go outside and watch the sun come up?” Rob’s idea. I liked it.

I grabbed a joint from the kitchen counter on our way out, along with a lighter. Rob and I took turns taking drags, huddled under the comforter that he whipped off the bed, ruining it’s perfect state. “I never want to leave.” I told him.

“We don’t have to.” He turned to me with a cute smile and pressed his lips to mine, then to my cheek. I curled my chin into my chest, trying not to smile so big. But it was him and me and the weed and the sun and the country side and nothing else mattered in the world… everything was perfect.

Ok, you should write about Kristen coming to London and meeting Rob for the first time after Christmas. She hugs him, and whispers in his ear: "Merry Christmas", and then she kisses him in the cheek repeatedly making a little trail to his lips. They kiss passionately very close together 'cause they miss each other very much. Kristen breaks the kiss, and Rob whispers back, "Merry Christmas. I missed you", against her lips. She takes a deep breath... She misses the way he smells.

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 17:50:57 -0500

I think you just wrote it, lol. Im going to write something now. Hopefully it’s good enough to post. xxx

While Rob is in New York for Dior KPOV: I was eating my breakfast, with my phone in my hand. Rob...

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 21:47:54 -0500

While Rob is in New York for Dior

KPOV:

I was eating my breakfast, with my phone in my hand. Rob had been away for nearly a week. I went in stages: checking my phone every hour, every half hour, every minute… until the thing was suddenly another appendage. When it went off and it was anyone but Rob I always felt bad about how disappointed I was. I missed him so much.

“Rob?” Suzie asked, curled up on the couch with her bowl of cereal. My friends were the greatest at keeping me company when Rob wasn’t around. They were there when he was too, but it meant a lot that they knew how much I hated being all alone in the house when he was working.

I unlocked the phone and there was a picture of a fully stocked mini bar. Confused, I replied quickly, with a question mark.

He answered, Haven’t touched a thing, thought you’d be proud of me.

I laughed to myself and showed Suzie the picture. “What a weirdo.” She said, laughing with me. I missed him more.

As I was typing a reply, he sent me a FaceTime request, so I quickly exited out of the message and accepted, excited to see him. We’d fallen asleep on Skype last night, but it was never enough.

I couldn’t help my smile when his face flicked onto the screen. He was smiling too. “Morning.” He said. He was still laying in bed. I could see his face and the tips of his shoulders. His hair was cut and though I’d already seen it, my brain was still expecting a full head of hair - I needed to see it in person, to touch him, for my brain to register properly.

“Morning, baby.” I smiled and flipped the phone to Suzie. “Say hi, Suz.”

“Hi, Rob.” She said, mouthful of cereal, barely paying attention. I loved how unfazed my friends were by Rob and I. They never gave us any type of special treatment and it felt amazing.

“Is he naked?” She asked in a mumble.

“No.” Rob answered.

“Good sound on that iPhone.” She laughed and walked into the kitchen with her dish. I heard it clank in the sink. She stayed in there, probably trying to give us some privacy.

“You have no idea the strength it’s requiring for me to not get out of bed and eat every single thing in that mini bar.” Rob said, laughing. “Then I remember I’m doing an ad campaign for Dior and I think again.”

He talked to me about how Dior was going so far, what he was doing for the rest of the day… I called over Bear and Bernie and faced the phone to them. They recognized his voice, telling them he missed them in the cutest way.

Then, I went to our room for some real privacy to make sure he missed me more.