Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Twenty Four

I know we're supposed to meet Jimmy, but we don't make it very far. Like, the car. That's about it.

Robert turns the engine on, but then reaches over to mess with my hair...in a nice way, and then his hand lingers on my cheek afterwards.

"It's kinda all over the place..." he smirks, warm eyes on me with a new type of softness. "Don't want to give em the wrong idea..."

"What idea would that be?" I tease, biting my lip.

God, do I love this...him being able to touch me, be being able to tease him... Like we've never been uncomfortable around each other.

"That you just had sex with your new award winning actor boyfriend..." he whispers, and just before he leans in, my eyes flicker between his own and his lips.

And we sit, kissing...making out, honestly. It's slow and gentle and caring and I have so many emotions running through me as he leaves soft pecks on my mouth before tracing my lip with his tongue. And then the taste of him...just as good as before, but this time I can focus on it. He parts once, reapplying, then twice, then...so many more times, his hand still on my cheek.

Until his phone buzzes in the center console and interrupts us.

He sighs, pulling back with a lazy smile, and answers.

"What?"

"You standing me up?" I make out, making me laugh next to him.

"No, I'm coming. I'm on my way now...we're on our way..."

I don't understand whatever he says next, but Robert just replies with "yeah" and that's it.

Then he starts driving, telling me it's only a short trip into the small town we wandered around before...and thankfully, it's quiet tonight, so we can talk.

"So how long are you here?" he asks when he sets the phone back down.

Then his hand wanders into my lap, and I watch as he interlaces his fingers with mine, making me blush. Yeah, we just had sex and made out for an hour, but this makes me blush. It's so intimate and soft and...

"Sorry," he says hesitantly after a second, trying to remove it. "Would you rather I-"

"No, no," I whisper, clutching his hand in mine to keep him from taking it away. "Sorry. Um...I actually don't know. I just...have off this week. My show is still on for LA on Thursday, but..." I sigh. "I didn't really have a plan."

"Okay..." he answers simply, thinking, so I go on.

"They wanted me to apologize to everyone involved. So I convinced Devin to help get me here. I had no intentions on...this, though."

"What, getting into bed with me?" he teases, then senses I'm being serious, so he squeezes my hand for reassurance. "I understand. I kind of shut you out there. You gotta know I did it for your own good, Rach..."

"It's okay.." I whisper again, stroking the back of his hand with my thumb subconsciously.

"So where are you staying then?" he moves on. "Same place?"

I hesitate again. "Currently...no where..."

Glancing at me, he looks confused. "Wait, so you actually came all the way here just to say sorry?"

"Yeah."

"What if I didn't want to talk?"

"I...guess I was just hoping you would," I answer sadly, and then comes another squeeze from him.