Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Seventy Eight

The first day of vacation is the most relaxing day I've had in a long time.  And by relaxing, I mean really lazy.  Well sort of.  There's...activity...but most of it is in bed, lying down.  Most of it.

The sun's high in the sky by the time I wake up, and I take a deep breath, smiling as I open my eyes to Saturday morning.  I'm on my side, and I remember falling asleep like this.  It was the easiest way to look at the stars in the sky out the bedroom's balcony window last night.  And now...now the view of the valley in daylight is just as breath taking as when we got here yesterday.

And so is the sound I hear in my ear, the light groan as the body behind me stretches, then pulls me closer to it, heating my naked self with warmth under the sheets.  I bite my lip, curling into his touch as his hand runs up my side, just before the wet press of lips grace my shoulder.

"Good morning," I whisper, shuddering when his breath blows gently on the spot he kisses, sending shivers down my spine.

But then his chin rests on my shoulder and I can feel him smile...sleepily, of course.  He just radiates that energy...that happiness that I can feel in the air.  

"Good morning it is," he agrees, voice raspy and low and it comes out in a mumble as he nestles himself against me.  "I had fun last night."

I blush, squirming in his grasp as I remember our night.  Wine in bed, a fire lit in the fireplace across the room, which he must've turned out, or maybe it turned itself out, I don't know.  I stopped paying attention the moment he took the empty wine glass from my hand and set it on the table before laying me down.  He swore he tasted the wine on my lips, and I panicked for a moment...but a little taste won't hurt him. I know he has the strength to taste the small hint and not want to go back to it, and I'm sure he's taken a sip here or there in the past...he's sober, not completely dry, though he tries to be.  Anyway...

I chuckle to myself at his words though, enjoying the quietness in the room.  No phones, no busy streets or cars, no rushing around...no...rushing around.

"You know what I just realized?" I ask suddenly, and he hums into my ear.

"Hmm?"

"This is the first time we don't have to go anywhere," I whisper back, closing my eyes again.  "I'm not rushing to the studio or back to Pittsburgh, you're not going to the office...  We have absolutely nothing to do today."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that," he sighs.

"What do you want to do?" I ask quietly, realizing I've never had time to just...do whatever I want.  

Everything has been running around.  Back and forth to LA, to New York, to Nashville.  Back and forth from the hotel to the studio, to meetings with Randy and photo shoots.  Trying to find time to talk to Robert on the phone or face time, meet with Devin and go over everything on my schedule, call my mom to catch up.  Finding time to even feed my damn cat.

"You," I hear next, pulling me back to the bedroom when I feel lips against my neck, kissing slowly down to my shoulder.

The tickle of his beard is more prominent that I'm used to...this is the thickest it's been since we started dating.  And I love it, I really do.

"You already did that," I laugh , shifting to roll onto my back so I look at him.

I love sleepy Robert.  Always have.  He's so tranquil, so delicate and calm, and so cuddly.  His voice is sexy as hell, and he's always so warm...except for his feet, as we've gone over.  But today...today they're fine, not chilling me as he tangles his legs between mine and rolls over me, letting his mouth find mine.