Eyes On Fire (Robsten Love Story)

Chapter 6 - Soho House

A/N: Beautiful Kristenn, > what I imagined her to look like during this chapter. Oh, and she's wearing his necklace again, of course. :) .~ WorshipStew

(Kristen's P.O.V)

Rob. Rob. Rob. My heart sped into a stuttering frenzy whenever I remembered that he was here, he was mine. In getting ready for the outing; I wore a casual outfit; but it was fancy also. I did my own hair and make-up, taking extra care to make sure it looked okay. I tied my hair up and I stared in the mirror. I was pleased with my work. Rob's locket still hung around my neck, on full view. I was proud to wear it and I always did. Rob then quietly walked into my bedroom, dressed smartly, and looking as handsome as ever. I felt my heart accelerate slightly. He walked behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist and whispering in my ear as he looked at me through the mirror. 

"You look absolutely beautiful." He smirked, his lips right next to my ear. 

I turned around; his arms still gripping my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly. He began to kiss me faster, one of his hands going from my waist to my hair. I pulled away, in shock of his lust.

"Rob," I laughed slightly, tapping him on the nose. "Calm down boy." I gave him a sly wink and a smile.

"Sorry, it's been so long. I've been dying to have you in my arms the whole month and a half we were separated. To have you here; it feels so right. To have you wrapped up in my arms, so I want to take in as much of you as I can."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, we have plenty of time." 

He gave me that dazzling smile before giving me another kiss, sweet and slow.

"So, how are we gonna get to the restaurant without being seen?" I asked him after he took his lips from mine. 

"Soho House is a little drive away, we could go in separate cars if you'd like?" 

I felt a little nervous then. If we get seen; rumors will fly and the paparazzi will be more crazy than ever. I hate them. There should be a law to stop them stalking you. I do take joy in giving them certain gestures with my hands; flipping them off is always fun. Going in seperate cars could be a smart idea, but the paps will see us both enter the restaurant and make their assumptions from there but at least they won't actually have proof of us being together. Gosh, I really did hate paparazzi. The only up-side is that my fans get to see where I am and what I'm doing; I know they like that. 

"Seperate cars," I stated. "That way, they won't suspect as much and their attention will be divided with the two of us and one of us may get lucky and we'll be able to sneak in."

"Should we be so lucky." He laughed; he had the same lingering resentment towards the dirty paparazzi as me.

I then grabbed his hand and walked towards the door tugging him with me gently. "Come on, I'm starved" I admitted sheepishly.

I observed the area outside my house and much to our desire, the area was clear of the stalkers. I got into my Mini and Rob got into his car that he came in earlier. The paps must have not noticed his earlier trip here. I considered ditching my car and getting in to his but then decided not to chance it. I led the way, driving further into Hollywood, and Rob hung back, not wanting us to be seen too close. We didn't want rumours to spread, specially with the recent crap about me that was still dominating the magazines. I pondered when people will get over it already, but then shook my head of the thoughts reminding myself I didn't care what other people's opinions were. I didn't want people to know about me and Rob, not because of what people thought, but because if they knew, they'd ask for specifics and I would never cheapen my relationships by talking about them. Thinking of Rob, I looked back in rear-view mirror and my heart started a frenzied stuttering when I looked and  saw only unfamiliar cars. I managed to calm myself down enough to remind myself that I would see him again soon.