Rob will be Appearing Saturday Early Evening
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He put his hands carefully on both sides of my face. "I infuriate myself," he said gently. "The way I can't seem to keep from putting you in danger. My very existence puts you at risk. Sometimes I truly hate myself. I should be stronger, I should be able to - "WANTED: Blood typing (Twilight, Chapter 5)
I placed my hand over his mouth. "Don't."
He took my hand, moving it from his lips, but holding it to his face.
"I love you," he said. "It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true."
It was the first time he'd said he loved me - in so many words. He might not realize it, but I certainly did.
"Bella?" a different voice called from the distance.WANTED: The flight (New Moon, Chapter 22)
No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.
"What's wrong - is she hurt?" His voice was closer now, and he sounded upset. I wasn't imagining it. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to die. Or, at the very least, not throw up.
Mike seemed stressed. "I think she's fainted. I don't know what happened, she didn't even stick her finger."
"Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?"
"No," I groaned. "Go away."
He chuckled.
Edward seemed perfectly content to hold me in his arms, his fingers tracing my face again and again. I touched his face, too. I couldn't help myself, though I was afraid it would hurt me later, when I was alone again. He continued to kiss my hair, my forehead, my wrists...but never my lips, and that was good. After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating? I'd lived through a lot that should have finished me in the last few days, but it didn't make me feel strong. Instead, I felt horribly fragile, like one word could shatter me.WANTED: Bedroom makeout (New Moon, Chapter 23)
Edward didn't speak. Maybe he was hoping I would sleep. Maybe he had nothing to say.
I stared at him darkly for a long moment. "The way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you - and there's nothing you can do about it!"WANTED: The aftermath (Eclipse, Chapter 24)
"That's all I needed to hear."
His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn't fight him. Not because he was so many thousands times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. This kiss was not quite as careful as others I remembered, which suited me just fine. If I was going to rip myself up further, I might as well get as much in trade as possible.
So I kissed him back, my heart pounding out a jagged, disjointed rhythm while my breathing turned to panting and my fingers moved greedily to his face. I could feel his marble body against every line of mine, and I was so glad he hadn't listened to me - there was no pain in the world that would have justified missing this. His hands memorized my face, the same way mine were tracing his, and, in the brief seconds when his lips were free, he whispered my name.
"Yes, a few more minutes now. Just enough time to say one more thing..."WANTED: No more waiting (Eclipse, Chapter 27)
I waited. When he finally spoke again, he was whispering. "I can be noble, Bella. I'm not going to make you choose between us. Just be happy, and you can have whatever part of me you want, or none at all, if that's better. Don't let any debt you feel you owe me influence your decision."
I pushed off the floor, shoving myself up onto my knees.
"Dammit, stop that!" I shouted at him.
His eyes widened in surprise. "No - you don't understand. I'm not just trying to make you feel better, Bella, I really mean it."
"I know you do," I groaned. "What happened to fighting back? Don't start with the noble self-sacrifice now! Fight!"
"How?" he asked, and his eyes were ancient with their sadness.
I scrambled into his lap, throwing my arms around him.
"I don't care that it's cold here. I don't care that I stink like a dog right now. Make me forget how awful I am. Make me forget him. Make me forget my own name. Fight back!"
"Stop, Edward. Wait." My voice was weak as my will.Is this easy peasy or are you conflicted? Are you vexed? Are you tortured?!
"Why?" he whispered into the hollow of my throat.
I labored to put some resolve into my tone. "I don't want to do this now."
"Don't you?" he asked, a smile in his voice. He moved his lips back to mine and made speaking impossible. Heat coursed through my veins, burning where my skin touched his.
I made myself focus. It took a great deal of effort to just force my hands to free themselves from his hair, to move them to his chest. But I did it. And then I shoved against him, trying to push him away. I could not succeed alone, but he responded as I knew he would.
He pulled back a few inches to look at me, and his eyes did nothing to help my resolve. They were black fire. They smoldered.
"Why?" he asked again, his voice low and rough. "I love you. I want you. Right now."
In the early days of our Robsession the beanie was the norm (miss it), over the years though, Robert Pattinson has gathered himself quite an outstanding baseball cap collection.
Wearing a baseball cap takes style and finesse, the peak needs to be curved and most Brit's don't know this (trust me, I have curved many flat as a board peaks back home). Thankfully some Brit's, namely Rob, seem to know how to curve a peak*... and what wonderful peaks he has...
LS: Fans are excited about the wedding… What can you tell us?
KS: It’s really, really beautiful. I remember that on set, I went to see Bill Condon, our producer and told him ‘Wow, thank you for letting me act out such a beautiful wedding’. It was very personal for me. All the actors were there, Stephenie was there as well, sitting in the back. It was a great feeling! There was… oh, I’m saying things I’m not supposed to talk about. I have problems filtering myself. I’m transparent, like Rob. (laughs)
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LS: After all these years, you finally experienced the vampire makeup. Was Rob right when he complained?
KS: (laughs)He had every right to complain! You’re under the impression of being jailed within your body all day, even though it helps to play the role. We were aware of all movements. The contacts were awful. We couldn’t see anything. It was really hard when Rob and I were doing scenes with both of us wearing them.