Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Eighty Two

"I got us a hotel you can two can enjoy your first night at home," Devin had teased, somewhere around three when the city finally started to filter out a little bit.

I did nothing but blush, giving the two of them a hug and promising to meet them at the airport in the morning for our flight back to LA.  Randy's only given me those few days for Christmas, and now it's back to work on the second, but that's okay.  I have things to be excited about now; a tour, a music video...it all needs planned, which means no more Nashville for now.

Anyway, that's the first night, er...morning?...that we're intimate again since before Christmas.  He has a car drive us back while he sits with his arm around me in the backseat and my hands playing with the key on the necklace I'm still wearing, despite changing out of that awful dress.  He's placing feathery, breathy kisses on my cheek and forehead, keeping close without rising the heat between us yet.

But when we get to the house, there's not much hope. He leads me in and I'm beat, so we immediately head for the bedroom.  Tame at first, until I realize he's tossed glitter on the bed and floor, like the confetti downtown.  There's a rose lying across the comforter, and it's delicate and beautiful, and I'm just...so tired...

"Did you do this?!" I ask sleepily, trying to sound as excited as possible, because I truly am.

"Would've been weird if you said no, right?" he muses behind me, voice raspy and deep and I can sense how tired he is, too.

"I'm glad I didn't," I huff in amusement, yawning, and that's when he hits me from behind, lazily falling against me and wrapping his arms around me.

"Welcome...to your new New York home," he whispers, then kisses my cheek, and I wrinkle up my face in reaction, biting my lip to try to hide my grin.  "I'd say let's christen this place...but-"

"Maybe after a nap?" I guess, and he nods into my shoulder.

"Being out in the cold like that hits you hard," he sighs, and I chuckle.

"Tell me about it..."

There's a week where I stay at my old house in LA after the new year, packing up boxes for the move with Devin and my mom.  She's headed back to Pittsburgh after helping me get situated, and even she can't believe I'm going to be living with a movie star now.  Despite how comfortable she is around him now, it's still weird...for both of us sometimes.

The day she leaves, I have a meeting with Randy to go over tour ideas...we have to pick out a stage and a wardrobe and a set list.  It'll be a small stadium tour, since I don't have much to go on yet. It won't be announced until after album sales start in February.  I only agree to the stops as long as they put Pittsburgh on the list, and he accepts...after offering me a hit of a much needed energy boost after a tough week of long work days and even longer nights making sure all of my stuff makes it into boxes, as if I couldn't just get it from Devin later on, I don't know.

Devin's sad as hell to be living alone, and she's begged me to keep Aero for a little while, but I miss my baby boy, and Robert's embraced the idea of having a cat a the house, so he is definitely coming with me.  But when I get to his house on Friday for dinner before starting to move my stuff over on the weekend, I get a surprise instead.  He meets me at the door, not letting me past the door, which is the big tip off.

"Close your eyes," he asks, and I do as I'm told as he carefully leads me by the hand inside the big Malibu house.

"Should I be worried?" I joke, hesitating with each step.

I hear the door close behind us when my heels click on the wooden floors, and then I feel the familiar turn to the hallway leading to the master bedroom. So, he's got me blind and taking me to bed...all this for sex?