Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Seventy Two

The weekend goes by quickly and as much as I want to get back to recording and hear the song...I don't want Robert to leave.  Funny, isn't it?  We haven't spent that much time together since getting back together, but things have settled in.  Guess my self esteem and confidence helps that, too.

There's a lot of repetitive stuff in our relationship now, so I'll skip the usual.  We're the normal couple, who are spending most nights together in the same bed.  The sex has gotten a little more...interesting...since that conversation, but still nothing out of the ordinary, I guess.  When he's visiting, we find a way to fill our day with stuff, usually ending up in something that allows a couple fans to interrupt, but that's okay.  When he's not...there's still regular phone calls, and photos from both of us sent back and forth.  

But anyway...while he's here this time, we go to lunch in town, Dave included, stopping to take a few photos with fans afterwards.  Robert's dismissive, until I squeeze his hand and remind him to embrace it, so then he joins in.  We show him around the city after that, walking with him instead of taking the car, and Dave fills him in on where he grew up - Miami - and all that other fun shit.  Robert lights up a cigarette, offering one to Dave, who accepts.  Yeah, they both smoke...but Robert's definitely been cutting back, as promised...at least around me.  They get along pretty well, but I think Robert's just glad I have someone to hang out with when he can't be around to help out.

We stop by a park in the afternoon after Robert decided to dare me to run the monkey bars, and lord, let me tell you, as an adult, that shit hurts.  I failed, miserably, and reminded myself I should probably hit the gym at some point, and Robert and Dave laugh at me.

"Hey, it's not funny!" I snap, giving up and landing on the ground again.  "You try it!"

"Easy," Robert shrugs, hopping up and grabbing onto a bar and lifting himself as though it were a pull up bar.

His shirt tugs up, revealing his lower abs just a little bit, and his arms...Lord, his arm muscles tighten and show off just how toned he is.  I know it's there, but there's something about him flexing it...

"You're drooling," Dave jabs, shoving me at my side to get me to snap back to reality.

I glare at him but Robert's only giggling, letting himself down again.  And then he's under me before I can protest and I yelp as he takes my ass on his shoulder and locks my legs under his arm and lifts me so I can reach the bars without trying.  

"Go for it, Hercules," he teases.  

So to be playful, I grab the bars as he runs us down and laugh when we reach the end and he repositions me so I'm on his back, attached to him as he holds onto my thighs to give me the short piggy back ride back to Dave.  It's carefree and light and happy and by the time we make it back to my friend, I'm hugging his neck and laughing into his ear. 

I give him a small kiss on the cheek as he grins and catches his breath, and then steal his beanie off of his head when he sets me down and place it on my own, beaming back at him over my shoulder as I start walking away.

"Come on, old man" I tease.  "You want it back, you gotta come get it."

"You two are children!" Dave groans when Robert accepts and dashes after me, making me squeal and push past a couple other people, until he reaches me and scoops me up by the waist and spins me around before planting me back on the ground.

"Who are you calling old?" he asks with a hint of amusement in his tone, and I run my fingers through his hair, smoothing it back.

"I didn't call you old, your grays called you old," I push, and he pouts, so I give in. "You look sexy as hell with that salt and pepper mix," I reassure him.  "I like your hair and you always hide it under these silly things."