A Twilight Kiss

I was writhing in agony inside. I had tried to escape the hugely popular but potentially embarrassing MTV Movie Awards, where Rob and I were nominated for the Best Kiss Award, which, all modesty aside, we were most likely to win.

I was desperate to bolt. Unfortunately, promises kept me chained backstage at the Gibson Amphitheater on this dreaded day of 31 May 2009.

My sleeping monsters woke up and cheered at the news.

I had tried to convince my manager and talent agent that promoting my indie film, Welcome to the Rileys, was more important, but, they had both ganged up on me, pointing out that appearing on the MTV Movie Awards was the best kind of publicity for any indie film that I’m doing. Besides, with the amount of press people rounded up for the highly anticipated event, they said that I could name drop all my films that are coming up, including The Runaways and New Moon.

I had also tried using the shooting in Italy as an excuse not to go, saying that I’ll be too tired, we might not be able to make it on time, there might be a flight delay; but, no matter what I said, they refused to listen to me.

Both of them had reminded me sanctimoniously that MTV started the Twilight Tuesdays, which helped the franchise become a phenomenon, making me feel trapped, as if I could not say no. They said that it was almost like letting a friend down if I didn’t appear for the awards show.

Later, I also learned that MTV had garnered promises from Rob’s and my management teams that we were both going to be present at the Movie Awards, indirectly confirming my worst fears that we were most probably the Best Kiss Award winners.

The nightmare began with me fending off repeatedly on the red carpet numerous romance rumors between Rob and I, plus, almost puking at the thought of having to say something witty and funny as part of an acceptance speech for a Best Kiss Award.

My hands began to tremble and my breathing became little gasps. I tried to calm myself down with deeper swallows of air, which became trapped when the presenters called out our names as the winners of the Best Kiss Award. I coughed as I choked on my own bubble of air.

In a slight daze, I noted Rob smiling at me quizzically, as if asking me what was wrong, but, I felt like a simpleton, with no facility for the words to explain how I felt; consequently, like an automaton, I preceded him onstage towards the MTV podium.

The bright lights blinded my eyes, and I turned my head slightly so that Rob would always be in my peripheral vision, the sight of him immediately comforting the writhing monsters in my stomach. He was grinning and waving at the cheering crowds, his actions reminding me that I should do the same. My lips cracked into a tiny nervous smile.

As we both arrived at the podium, Rob motioned that I should go ahead and speak first. I panicked at the thought and pleaded with my eyes for him to go ahead.

Immediately, Rob began to crack up the audience with his witty self-deprecating humor for being chosen the winner despite his inexperience with kissing girls. He finished off his acceptance speech by saying that he owed it all to me, then inclined his head in my direction in that gentlemanly way of his.

With his head bent towards my upturned face, my throat clutched his warm breath feverishly, inhaling his exhalations of carbon dioxide as if it were oxygen for my dying lungs, the blazing radiance of his breath filling me with a heat that spread throughout my chilly body, kindling an ember that fast became a roaring wave of fire, changing the cadence of my breath instantly to an aroused state.

As I stared at him hungrily, I noted absently the pink flush that rose from his neck to his cheeks, his blush enveloping his features in a mouth-watering haze that awakened in me a desire to claim him as mine.

There was a hushed expectant silence as everyone shook from the electric intensity that was running between us.

I was way past caring now that we were in front of a multitude of people, that we cannot possibly deny any romantic relationship after this, that I had a boyfriend watching all this somewhere in the audience area…

Without knowing it, my hand rose to clamp the sinews at the back of his neck, lowering his head insistently towards mine, while my own neck arched instinctively, raising my soft lips in a silent invitation, an invitation that soon turned into an avid demand for him to satisfy my oral thirst for his lips, his tongue, his breath and his very essence.

I was starving for him. I couldn’t let go. My fingertips scratched him from the neck down to his chest, before my arms slid around to his back so that I could anchor my frame to his body, plastering my front to his, molding my malleable flesh to his contours, alternately pleading and insisting silently for his kiss to make me his.

Over the shouts and hoots of the excited throng, I barely heard the presenters try to handle the unexpected situation by making a joke of how we would be replacing Madonna and Britney Spears as the most memorable kiss during any MTV Awards show, and how we were proving everyone correct that we should be the winners of the Best Kiss Award.

The monsters licked their lips ravenously and snickered.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Low to Almost Nil Probability Honestly, the probability of this kiss happening is really low to almost nil. Kristen Stewart has excellent control, and, as I’ve mentioned before, very strong-willed and stubborn, which should not deter us from wishing fervently for Kristen to lose that self-control.

The New Moon Shooting in Italy If ever Rob and Kristen will attend the MTV Movie Awards, they have to wrap up the Italy shoot a day or two before the 31 May 2009 awards show (if they’re shooting New Moon during the last two weeks of May).

Thank you ATwilightKiss reader BellaCullen made a comment that inspired this diary entry:

I definitely think [Kristen] will go to the MTV movie awards with Rob. I think her management and Summit would literally drag her to it, since it would be great publicity for the upcoming film and a way for her to clean up that negative press campaign. Who knows…she might pull a Bella/Kristen unexpected teaser on Rob and decide to plant one on his luscious lips versus an acceptance speech! ***BC wishes***

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