Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Sixty Four

"It's still dark out," I groan and rub sleep from my eyes before pulling my hair back into a tie.

"The sun'll be up any minute," he tells me, still sleepy himself, but positive.  "Come on, help me roll this out."

I grumble incoherently and kick at the yoga mats we've stolen from my grandmother's basement in attempt to 'help'. Then I jam my hands into the pockets of his hoodie, which I took from him after he got dressed, and pout.

"You even said that this isn't a normal time," I remind him.  "And you're already up and showered, what the hell..."

He doesn't comment right away; instead, he waits until he lifts my sclerotic body from under my arms and places me onto one of the mats like lifting me is no big deal.  "When did I say that?"

"In Malibu," I answer, "on Sting's porch."

He steps onto his own mat with bare feet and I smirk as I yawn and watch; okay, his feet are cute, so what?

"You heard that?" he asks, amused as he does a few stretches, nodding at me to do the same so I sigh and pull my arms behind my head one at a time.

"You're not the quietest person," I inform him.  "Heard the whole conversation."

"I didn't even know you recognized me with how fast you ran inside," he chuckles.  "All right, start with something simple?  Mountain?"

And it's nice to wake up this way, even if I still haven't mentally left bed.  He's right...even though I can still see the chill of my breath in the air, the sun starts to rise and it's getting warmer by the minute.  The view from their back porch is spectacular, filling the sky with oranges and yellows you don't usually get at sunset, and all I can hear is our breathing, calm and collected, and the sound of the last summer birds chirping as they wake up.

We switch poses a couple times, him helping me get into form.  I do this occasionally, but not recently, and I know it's more regular for him.  This is the first time we've actually done this together. 

At some point during a warrior pose, he wanders over to my mat and lifts my arms, keeping them level.

"Try to steady your heart rate," he instructs.

I watch with a blush as he lets his hands hover under them with a soft smile, helping me perfect the pose.  "That's hard to do with you around..."

His lips twitch as he takes the pet to his ego, but continues to help.  It's kind and intimate...and by the end of the short session when I open my eyes from sitting cross legged on the mat, I'm wide awake.

And so is he apparently.

He's staring over at me in his own position, his expression soft but almost longing as he watches me.

"What?" I ask finally, not sure what he's so concerned about.  "Am I not doing something right?"

"No," he smirks.  "No, you're perfect."

"Okay..." I draw out, letting go of my pose and stretching my back.  "So why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're so fucking beautiful.." he tells me softly.  "Almost hurts."

"Then stop looking at me," I tease, a bit of that usual cockiness coming back to my persona.

He sighs in acceptance and releases himself from his pose, standing tall and stretching.  Then, he offers me a hand to stand as well, pulling me up.

"Can I ask you something?" he tries after a moment.

He seems serious, so I nod, not wanting to play with him right now; I'm too relaxed and focused.