Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Fifty Four

Depression.

It's haunted me for a long while.  Lurking through every move I make, career wise or romance or really anything.  Within my past, my nightmares, behind every door...

Including the bathroom door.

The one he's now staring at, even though it's open.  I watch from the hallway as I pull off my heels on the bed, Aero at my side, and wait for something from him, but nothing comes.  So, I make my way past him, to use the bathroom mirror to remove my earrings, and speak up.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah," he states, blinking himself out of his trance.  "Yeah, I was just thinking of the last time I was here..."

Shit.  Right.  The overdose.

I can't believe it's been that long but that's definitely the last time he's been here.  So I slowly place my jewelry on the counter top by the sink, including the necklace I've taken off...the one he gave me in New York...and sigh.

"Don't think about it," I request softly, hands sliding up his dress shirt as I stand on my toes to match his height since I've dropped my shoes.  "Damn, you're still taller than me," I joke, trying to lift his mood.  "Which is funny because you're shorter than the rest of the Earth's population."

"That's rude," he smirks back, breaking his still face, and I snicker.  "How do you stay here, nothing changed, nothing different...?"

"I don't know," I admit, pulling at his tie to loosen it and slip it off his neck for him, although it's already pretty loose after the rest of the night dancing.  "I guess...when I think about that, I think about the few days that changed my life."

"You almost lost your life that night."

"But I got to sleep with a movie star, got rid of the abusive ex boyfriend, and wound up finding the best thing that's ever happened to me in you just a few weeks later," I murmur, smiling as I lean up to pull the glasses from his face and kiss the tip of his nose.

"Now who has wedding fever?" he teases, and I shake me head, looking down to hide my blush.

It isn't that, but it's just the truth.  He saved me.  He gave me a career.  He gave me a reason to keep going through all the shit I've put up with until I'm happy again, and that's what I am.  Happy.  At least for right now.  That depression is slipping away, hopefully...

"I'm just lucky," I whisper, watching as his hand slowly slips to my back to tug at the zipper on my dress.  "Sometimes I forget everything we've been through..."

But he doesn't answer.  Instead, he leans forward and places a warm kiss on my lips, slow and delicate, as he pushes my sleeves off my shoulders and lets my dress fall onto the floor.

"Robert," I chuckle in a whisper against his kiss.  "I was gonna take a shower..."

"Shower with me," he mumbles back, tilting his head to reapply his kiss, deepening it so I can't protest, not that I want to anymore.

We haven't had sex since...God, since before that incident in LA.  He said everything was fine, but he was shaken up, and we didn't try to do much else before I left for here.  But I'm also conflicted, after everything I said earlier, but I really had forgotten the things in our past...at least, the negative things.  The things he's helped me through, the things he's been there for emotionally, and not just physically.

But physically...well, now he's unbuttoning his shirt after letting me got to turn on the water, and when I turn back he's fumbling with his belt on his dress pants, chest bare, an Lord, is it a nice sight.  He's got the slightest bit of fuzz leading up between his pecks to his collar bone, and somehow he's even more attractive than usual.