A/N - For Felix.

~ 11

Sam elbowed him in the ribs, hard. "What the fuck, man?" He turned quickly to look at his friend, seated next to him in the car, with a bewildered glare.

"You seem like you could happily eat glass right now, you're looking so grim. It's all a show, remember..." Sam said softly.

He sighed, and immediately felt bad. "Sorry. Seeing that just reminds me of Michael and Nikki, and this ridiculous game Summit wants us to play." He gestured toward the front, where the car carrying Kristen, Jackson and Nikki was pulling away from the curb, on to their next destination, Chill Winston's. It was his girl's birthday, yet Jackson was holding her hand, and he couldn't even touch her in front his cast mates. Nikki was worming her way into Kristen's confidence, and Summit wanted him to pretend like he was dating the wench while Michael made appearances in Vancouver to see Kristen, all in exchange for the removal of the clause from their contracts. He'd won one battle, but the war was far from over. Sighing again, he lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag, then blowing the smoke out angrily.

"Did you give her the presents yet?"

He smiled in spite of his ire, remembering. She'd ninja'd her way into his room for the second time since they'd arrived in Vancouver somehow last night, and had been waiting for him when he finally finished filming. He'd opened the door and been rushed in the dark by a tiny naked figure with warm, wandering hands and lips, taking him by surprise. The door had barely been closed and locked when she had his shirt ripped off and was unbuttoning his jeans, kissing and licking all over his chest and neck and stomach, shoving his pants down and his body against the wall in one swift maneuver, hands stroking him into throbbing steel as she kissed him hungrily, thoroughly, then dropping to her knees to lick and nibble and tease his cock until he begged her for more. She'd complied, nearly buckling his knees, and he'd wound his fingers into her soft hair as she'd blown him into near madness. He hadn't let her finish him off, even though she'd wanted to, instead finding the fortitude to grab her shoulders and pull her up for a rough kiss as he whirled her around and lifted her, shoving her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He'd taken her against the wall, his hands filled with her ass cheeks, her little body full of his dick, stroking just hard enough, listening to her moans and dirty talk and little soft screams, holding out as long as he could, and he'd whispered to her until she'd let go in the dark, setting him loose finally and they'd come together. Afterward he'd carried her to the bed, still inside her, sat down then laid back with her on top of him.

** "It's not my birthday, it's yours, silly." He raised his head to kiss her, then laid back again as she sighed, her face in his neck.

"That's exactly what I wanted for my birthday, baby."

He felt her smile against his skin. "That's it? That's all you wanted, Kristen? You can have that any time you want."

"Want it all the time," she murmured sleepily. "Never get it. I hate this."

He stroked along her shoulder blades, then down her spine with his fingers. "I do too." He turned his head to look at the alarm clock, the time showing in a soft white glow. "You, Miss Stewart, are officially nineteen now. A full year past jail bait. Do you feel old? Would you like your presents?"

"Feel goooooood, not old." She shifted on top of him. "Presents? Really? You got me stuff?"

He snorted a laugh. "Listen closely, and you'll hear my eyes rolling. Of course I did." He hated that she never wanted him to spend his money on her. What the hell else could he spend it on?

Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed herself up, sitting on his cock still. "Can I have them now?"

"I just asked if you wanted them, didn't I?"

"But... I don't want to move." She hung her head in a mock-shy way.

Laughing, he gently pushed her off and to the side. "You're addicted to my cock."

"If there's a 12-step program for that, I don't want to know." She rolled onto her stomach, knees bent, feet in the air, hand under her chin.

"Trust me, I'd be the last person to tell you." He reached over and switched the lamp from the bedside table on. Taking in her position on the bed, he chuckled.

"What?"

"You're fucking adorable, that's what."

"You say that to all the girls." She winked at him.

Shaking his head, he got up and went to the closet, grabbed two bags and brought them back to her, setting them on the bed.

She sat up eagerly, reaching for the first plastic bag.

"I can't believe you're not giving me a hard time about buying you things." He sat on the bed next to her.

She shrugged. "It's my birthday. You are required to buy me things for my birthday, especially if you want to continue being my man."

"Oh really?" He sighed. "So many rules I don't know. Is there a handbook somewhere?"

"Nope. Don't worry. I'll let you know if you fuck up." She smirked at him.

He rolled his eyes. "I have no doubt. Well, go on, open it already."

She gave him an excited grin and opened the plastic bag, reaching in to bring out a festive birthday bag. "Pretty!"

"There's even more inside," he dryly snarked.

"Oh shut up. I know that." She brought a smallish gift wrapped box out of the bag, and tore off the paper and bow quickly. "Tiffany's?" Closing her eyes, she opened the lid and then peeked out of one eye, swiftly opening them both wide. "Ohhhh, Rob. I love this."

Laughing he took it out of the box for her and handed it to her. "You sound surprised. Do you really like it?"

"Oh my God, yes!" She slid the watch onto her wrist, a white gold beauty, simple and elegant. "This will go with everything!" She reached for him, hugging him tightly, then kissed him. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome. I'm so glad you like it. It's always a crapshoot with jewelry, you know." Looking at her, he was filled with happiness; her face was glowing despite the circles under her eyes. Struck again by her beauty, the perfect smooth skin, her gorgeous eyes, that ridiculously sexy mouth, he wondered for the millionth time how he'd gotten so lucky. Brains and all that. Fuck. "I love you."

Looking up from the watch into his eyes, hers said the same. She said it out loud anyway. "I love you too, sweetie. So much."

He pushed the other bag toward her. "There's more."

She lifted her hand and held it to his cheek for a moment, giving him a little smile, then opened the bag. Another wrapped birthday box, its paper soon in shreds on the bed, the bow stuck in her hair and she lifted the lid. "Oh My God! Where did you find this!!??" Lifting the shirt up, she squealed as she saw there were more under it. "I mean these!!"

She gazed up at him in wonder, then dug through the box, laying each of the vintage t-shirts out on the bed. "These are incredible!!"

He'd scoured (well, he'd had Sam's help) thrift shops, E-bay, and vintage stores everywhere to find her favorites – bands. Her reaction was much better than he'd dared to hope. "I did okay then?" He smiled.

"These are perfect. I adore them!!!" She tilted her head and smiled softly at him. "You obviously put - totally - a lot of thought and work into this. That just – damn - it means so much to me."

"Making you happy is not work." Leaning over the bed, he opened the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a flat box. He tossed it to her, watching as she caught it adeptly. "One more."

"Rob, you spent too much al-"

His glare quieted her instantly.

"One more." She sighed, rolling the box over in her fingers. "What could this be? I've already got jewelry and clothes..."

"Open it." He was fairly dancing inside with excitement. There would most likely be a fight over this gift, but he knew he'd win. It wasn't like he could return it.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled off the lid. Puzzled, she stared for a moment, then understanding dawned on her face, turning quickly to a cross between shock and amazement. Her words came out in only a whisper. "You – you bought me a – Holy shit. You seriously bought me a car?"

"Yes, I did. Happy birthday, Kristen." She was still just staring into the box so he reached over and took out the ignition key, watching the light sparkle off the key chain attached to it that he'd had made for her. It was a flat, white music symbol with a fancy "K" overlaid onto it. He twirled it in front of her face. "Pretty?"

She whispered again. "The key chain is to die for.................... You bought me a car?"

Laughing, he took the box from her hands, giving her the key and key chain. "Look. Here. The owners manual is under this paper." He pulled it out for her. "You told me you loved these cars. More than once. I know you have the truck, but a girl needs a car too."

"I'm afraid to look. It's not, like, a Lamborghini or anything, is it? Cuz I like those, and I may have said I like those, but..."

Trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably, he pressed the owner's manual into her hands. "I could have spent a lot more. But this car is more... you. Down to earth. Besides, it's British originally."

Looking at the picture on the front of the manual, a smile began to form on her face. "A Mini? Dude, I love Mini Coopers!"

"I know."

She turned serious. "Rob. I love that you - "

"Stop right there if you're gonna be blathering about it's too much money. It's done. It's your car. Title in your name. Parked in your garage in LA. No arguments. Say thank you or nothing at all."

She gave him the bitchface, as expected, hands on her hips. "First of all, I don't blather. Second of all, it's too damn much money. Third, I'll argue if I want to. Fourth, you'll have to pry this key out of my cold dead fingers to get it away from me. Fifth, thank you, you sneaky bitch. This is my best birthday ever."

Laying back against the pillows, he grinned, happy. "Really?"

She rolled her eyes and crawled, snuggling up beside him. "Christ, you're so fucking cute when you smile like that. For real. Best. Birthday. Ever."

"And we're not going to have a big fight about it?" He put an arm around her, pulling her closer.

She held both hands up in front of them, showing off the new watch and key. "Nope. Maybe later."

"How about never?"

"I'll think about it." She sighed happily. "How was work?"

"How was your day?" He didn't want to talk about anything but her and them, their time together like this would be so short. "Did you hear from your family?"

"Oh! I need to call them. Right now!" Laughing, she jumped up and ran across the room to her bag, digging until she found her phone. "Mom? ...... Hi! Guess what Rob got me?!......." The excitement left her face and she glared over at him. "How did you -

"Your brother picked it up for me and took it home." Laughing, he relished her expression.

Her glare shifted to the phone in her hands. "My own family, conspiring against me. Thanks so much Mom.".............. Sighing she smiled. "Yeah. He's pretty decent. I might have to keep his crazy ass."...... "Thanks. I'll talk to you later. Love you too."

Dropping the phone on the nightstand, she crawled back onto the bed, sitting cross- legged next to him, naked and sexy. "How does one thank someone for the best birthday ever?" Voice soft, she leaned into him and kissed his chin, murmuring. "Thank you sweetie. I'm – fucking overwhelmed."

His heart clenched – this was so much better a reaction than he'd imagined. "I'm so very happy that you're happy, love." He reached up to stroke her cheek, then kissed her softly, sliding his hand back into her hair, holding her still as his lips explored her mouth. He smiled a little as her breathing quickened, always thrilled by her responses to him. "It's late – are you tired?"

Continuing the kiss, she raised up to her knees and pushed him back, whispering. "Oh no. You're getting thanked seven ways to Sunday tonight. Don't even think about sleeping."

Grinning, he closed his eyes and let her have her way, loving the feel of her lips on his neck, moving down, teeth gently biting his chest, lips on his stomach, tongue dragging around his navel, mouth sucking on his hip bone. "Far be from me to displease the birthday girl..." He whispered, groaning as her beautifully formed lips reached his dick, tongue making friends with it in a most wonderful way...