Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Forty

"I said don't fucking touch me!" echoes in my ears.  "Stop lying!"

I can't pinpoint the voice.  It's familiar.  It's not Robert.

There's too much silence outside of that, with nothing but dark space around me.  Am I back at home?  No, I fell asleep with Robert.  Right?  My heart's racing though...why am I so worked up?

And then a wild crash of noise startles me, and I jump awake, gasping for breath.

Okay...just a dream...

I take a second to steady my breathing, then realize I'm still on the couch with Robert, laying between him and the back of it on my side, with my body hugging his chest.  There's a steady patter of raindrops on the windows...and then lightning lights up the room from outside.  It's storming...that's all.

I glance at the clock on my phone on the coffee table and to be honest?  I'm a little freaked out.  Just after two thirty...almost the same time Charlie yelled those things at me the first time he touched me.

I carefully lay my head down again, eyes wide open, and try to focus on Robert's breathing...his scent, the way he fells under me.  Anything to get my mind off of that nightmare.

But then he stirs, brow pressing together, but barely opens his eyes.

"Babe?" he asks, pretty coherent, yet drowsy still.  "It's just a storm, go back to sleep..."

I don't answer; I just swallow anxiously.  There's no way I'm falling back asleep now.  And he must notice how stiff I've gotten because he mumbles something as he forces himself to wake up a little more and his hand runs up my arm that's hanging onto his torso.

"Focus on my hand, okay?  Close you eyes and relax..."

And then he delicately traces his fingers up and down my arm in a lazy pattern, feathering over my skins until I get chills.  And I try to keep my mind on that instead.

It doesn't work instantly, but eventually I'm waking up under a blanket on the couch alone, to the smell of fresh coffee and a soft voice floating in from the kitchen.  So I sit up, not caring that I'm only in my underwear from last night, and drape the blanket over my shoulders, hugging it as I wander toward the kitchen.  I rub the sleep from my eyes as I walk in and pour myself a cup of coffee from the pot I spot on the counter; he's set an empty cup out for me already after that debacle in Atlanta.

"Nope, just got the script a couple weeks ago," Robert says into his phone from the island, playing with his food; some bland looking toast with peanut butter.  "Next fall, I think.  Not much going on till then, just a small project for Jon."

He gives me a pressed smile as I sip at my cup, and then I'm wandering out toward his bedroom to take a shower.  Hopefully that'll wake me up a little because I'm definitely not awake yet.  

By the time I'm out and dressed, Robert's off his call and finds his way into the room, watching as I put on my makeup in the mirror.

"You know you don't need that, right?" he asks and I roll my eyes.

"That's sweet, but these bags under my eyes aren't gonna hide themselves..." I tell him, applying foundation.

"From last night?" he asks.  "Bad dream?"

"Couldn't sleep," I confirm, closing the bottle and looking back over at him as I put away my makeup pieces so they don't cover his counter.

"Cause of the storm, or...?"

"Nah, storms don't bother me," I tell him.  "Just another nightmare, like before.  Not as bad, though.  You helped," I smirk, tossing a glance at him.