Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Eighteen

I wake up early the next morning, setting an alarm and hanging some clothes up before knocking out the night of.  I'm still not a morning person, but today, I'm too nervous about seeing Robert again to sleep in.  It's been months and even though we've talked, I haven't seen his face and have only heard his voice a few times.

I utilized the shower, then took an overwhelming amount of time putting on makeup that I don't usually wear.  Everything I brought to wear is pretty up scale, too, so I don't look like complete trash next to him and the other Gods that will be on set.  Oh God...I'm actually going to get to be on a Marvel set...

This is insane.

By the time I finish up, I grab my bag and wander down to the main lobby, stopping at the breakfast buffet to grab an apple on the way outside.  It's three till ten, and the car's supposed to be here at ten.  Do I wait outside?  Should I text him?  There's no messages on my phone yet...

When I wander outside, there's a black town car waiting, and I'm pretty sure I don't need to ask who it is.  Still, I shrug the bag over my shoulder and force a nervous smile as the window rolls down and leaning over is the man himself, behind dark sunglasses that block his eyes.  He's smirking, that devilish little smirk that I fell for in New York, and God, did I forget how handsome he is.  But no, stop, Rachel.  You're just friends.  He's not interested, he made that clear, and you agreed.

"Hi," he grins sweetly, a tone similar to that of the deleted scene in Iron Man 2.

"Hey..." I breathe, eyes scanning his beautiful face.

"You gonna get in?" he laughs.

I immediately go for the door, sliding in quickly before anyone notices who he is, and then the window's rolling up again.  The car starts moving and before I can put on a seat belt, he's sliding over on the dark leather seats, wrapping his around around my torso.  I turn awkwardly, returning the hug, and then he kisses my cheek just as he did when I left the plane in December.  He smells the same; whatever soap he uses, mixed with mint and stale cigarette...and it is beyond delicious.

"I didn't know you were coming," I admit quietly.

"Another night shoot.  I have an open day for you," he comments, moving back to his side.  "Did you have a good night?"

I nod, hands clasping together in my lap uncomfortably.  "Yeah...yeah, it's so high class...  Really, you shouldn't have-"

"Rachel, don't start this again, please?" he interrupts, frowning, and whips off his sunglasses. 

My breath catches; his chocolate eyes sparkle with mischief. 

"Start what?"

"You know what," he teases, and I sigh.

"Okay...  Sorry, I'm just...  It's been a while."

"It has," he agrees, leaning back against the window and resting his leg over his other knee. "You changed your hair."

I suddenly find myself pulling at it, noting the bangs I had cut and the lighter caramel tone it now holds.  I forgot to mention that, I guess.  Around my birthday I decided I needed a change...and I guess I haven't really posted much of myself since then.  Or sent him anything.

"You...look the same," I comment, and after a moment, my lips tug up in a smile and I feel myself start to relax.

All these nerves for nothing.  Sure, it's a little awkward for me, but he isn't acting like that.  It's kinda like Tony and Pepper, I guess.  You know, after she tried to kiss him? He let that go and went on living life.  And they were fine.  Like we are.