Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Fifty Nine

There's no words exchanged all night.

It's pressed bodies, laying back against the mattress.  Breathing his air, hands under his clothes and my shoes clattering to the floor.  His lips on my neck, his hands squeezing, grabbing at my waist and my chest and my leg as he lifts it around him.  God, how I missed his hands...big enough to cover the side of my neck but delicate with their touch.

He's needing and emotional but gentle and slow, and that pendant of his that he always has tucked under his shirt is cool against my collar bone where it settles as it hangs from his neck; I'm too absorbed to bother moving it.  The sound of crinkling sheets, ragged breath, and sloppy kisses echoes through the darkness as he moves his hips, keeping everything else in place against me, pinning me under him.

Once sweat starts to glisten on his forehead and my nails as nearly breaking skin on his shoulders, he breaks our kiss to tuck his head down into my shoulder, just like he used to.  And to muffle my short gasps, I take his earlobe in my teeth, tugging gently, and the groan he lets slip just before he releases sets me off, too, leaving us in a shaking mess.

It's several moments before he moves to clean himself up in the bathroom, probably trying to prolong this moment as I hug his body to mine. But then he disappears and I let out a long, deep breath as I lay on my side, clutching the sheets over my chest while my heart's beating out of control for so many reasons.

When the light flickers off again and he wanders back over, he ducks to pick up his shirt from the floor, and I don't think, I just act.  My hand reaches out for his arm before he tries to shrug it on and start getting dressed, stopping him in the act.  And I don't need to say anything...his eyes read me in the darkness and there's a silent agreement; we'll wait for morning...tonight's not over yet.

So he drops the shirt and climbs back into bed with me, holding me from behind as he settles in as the big spoon, his chin on my shoulder and his thumb caressing the hand his is holding until I drift off into sleep.

There's no dreams that night.  Just quiet, calm sleep.  And when I wake, I breathe in slowly, letting my sleepy eyes blink open and adjust to the sunlight from the window across the hotel room. I'm still exhausted, not getting enough sleep at all, but I'm comfortable. I'm warm.

And then I realize my hair's being pushed from my forehead delicately, a soothing pattern, and when I let my eyes travel up, they meet those familiar brown orbs, the warm chocolate tone melting me.

"Good morning, gorgeous girl," he whispers, but he looks sad.

I smile, taking in a breath and closing my eyes again for a few seconds.  I must've repositioned myself at some point during the night, because now I'm tucked under his arm at his side, hand draped over his abs.

"Hey..." I whisper back, feeling safe.

"Your flight leaves in a few hours," he reminds me, and I nod against his shoulder.

"I know..."

"I didn't want to wake you, but you should probably start getting ready..."

I can tell he just doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't want to address the night before. He's scared. Afraid to be rejected. Holding onto that small memory of happiness as if it's the last, but...fuck.

"I have to go," I whisper back, and blink my eyes open again as soon as I tell him.

He takes a breath in, holding it as his bright eyes fade. "I know... So this is...this is it, huh?"

I study him for a second and then make my decision, sighing heavily, but he keeps going before I can announce it.

"I just want you to know how special you are," he tells me carefully. "...how happy you've made me. Don't you ever, ever think that you deserve anything other than the best, okay?  I still mean what I said last year..whether that's in your career or in your personal life...don't settle.  Find something that makes you happy, please...because your happiness is priority."