Passive Me, Aggressive You (Robert Downey Jr.)

Always Get What You Want

A/N: This chapter will be a LITTLE short, my apologies. But all in good time. 100+ reads! You guys are AMAZING. This chapter is just (mostly) for a little bit of solidity. And a little bit of fun as well ;)

I got ready to go out with Chris. My hair was down, wavy. I wore a loose fitting teal colored dress, it almost looked like a potato sack but I pulled it off. I put on some open toed sandals and applied a little blush and mascara to my face. I felt a pit in my stomach as I approached the door, hearing a knock. I open it, expecting to see Chris. Instead, I see Robert. 

"Where's Chris? Robert... What did you do?" 

"Why won't you pursure me? Why'd you even ask me that if YOU'RE the one who won't pursue ME?" I sat down at the bed as he inched me closer to it. He just stared at me. His cildish eyes gleaming at me. He was so beautiful. 

"Robert.."

"Yeah?" He asked, obviously irritated.

"Why does it matter?" He looks puzzled.

"Because I like you."

"So does Chris."

"So do a lot of people!" He shouts. Was he trying ti insult me? Because he's doing a poor job. 

"Your point?"

"I don't know!"

I chuckle at him.

"You better go, before my date gets here." I say smugly, standing up so that my body rides against his as I stand. He turns his head to look at the door. 

"I'm not going down without a fight, you shithead." He says, going to go lock the door.

"Excuse me?" He pushes me down onto the bed and growls, putting his arms at each side of me, leaning his head down to mine. Our foreheads pressed together. 

"You heard me." He was even sexy when he was forceful AND pissed. I smirk and bite his lip. This is not how I wanted this to go. But as the next words escaped my lips, it's exactly how I wanted it to go, 

"Tell me again, Robby." Robby? I've never called him Robby.

"Don't call me that." He whispered, crawling onto the bed, still hovering above me.

"Why not?" I ask him as he nuzzles his face into my neck. He nibbles onto my ear lobe and I shiver,

"Because I don't like it." He says, his tongue still playing gently with my skin. I felt his hand grip my hips, rubbing them hard, feeling me up. I moan and he chuckles.

"What are you going to do about it, Robby?" I ask with another smirk. He becomes serious, but in a sarcastic way, sitting up and looking at me, pretending to be confused.

"Spank you." He says before crashing back into me, all giggles. He begins tickling me, this entire situation completely taking a 180 from sexy to playful. He presses his finger tips into my ribs, making me laugh so hard I can barely breathe. 

"Rob! Robert!" I scream, laughing and smacking his back. He nuzzles his face back into the crook of myneck and asks, 

"What, Andie?" 

"Stop! I'm dying!" I scream. He puts his lap in betwen my legs and pushes me to the other side of the bed, my back now pressed against the wall. He immediately stops and is just staring at me, smiling. 

"Pursue me." He says.

I look at his lap, in between my legs, lightly scratching at the seam below his zipper. 

"I don't know.." 

"Please.."

"How are we going to do that?"

"However the fuck we want to do it." He says, his smile growing. 

"I don't want to date you.."

"Dont, just, we'll figure it out as we go." 

"And if you hurt me?"

"Then that sucks." This isn't the answer I wanted. He rolled his eyes. 

"I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you, Andie." This was much better. I press my lips against his lightly. His smiles. 

"Great, I've got a fuck buddy." He says as I playfully smack his chest. 

"Hold on, now. I've still got a date with Chris." He pouts and presses himself into me even more, his member hardening. 

"Meet me after?" He asks me, kissing up and down my neck. I pull him away from me and smile, nodding. He jumps up and leaves my trailer, dramatically blowing me a kiss. How was I going to uninterest Chris? And what were Rob and I going to do when I got back? Oh god, here come back the butterflies. They need to stop, they make me really nauseous.