Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Eighty Seven

The second few days of February is taken with a grain of salt.  My album's dropping just after Valentine's Day, and everything's been approved.  Photos and layouts for the booklets inside the CD case came back, the lyrics all written out like a real artist.  I'm ecstatic, and they submit it to printing to get them done and out to the stores in time for the 17th, the Friday before my 31st birthday.

Robert insists on celebrating, taking me out to dinner with the band and the team from the studio.  Devin tags along, and he's invited Jimmy and a couple of other buddies as well.  I guess he tried to beg Gwyneth into coming, considering her Goop box showed up the other day, but she's out of town.  I haven't opened her package yet; I've been too busy.  But I will soon.

Anyway, it's dinner at Nobu again, which has easily become one of our favorite places to eat while we're in Malibu.  And it dawns on me that in the next few days, I'll be in New York...without him.  Weird.  There's press, but he's back to working with Marvel, taking a break from the film he's been working on with his own people.  They're molding him for the suits and tailoring the outfits and he's going to check out the sets in Atlanta while I'm in New York.  They aren't built in full yet, but he's nosy and likes to be hands on with them.  He's always part of the creative process, and I love that. I just wish he'd be able to go to my press stuff with me and vice versa, but he's trusting me to do them well and sober on my own, so I can't say anything about it, really.

So for our last little rendezvous at the house before I take off tomorrow, I attempt to seduce him in bed.  We still haven't...yeah.  It sucks.  I haven't brought up the doctor thing because something's definitely off, but he was fine at dinner, and fine getting ready for bed when we got home.  So when he joins me in bed, I'm quick to roll over so I'm facing him, noting how he smiles sleepily back.

"Thank you for dinner," I whisper, taking in every little feature on his face, including that little freckle on the side of his nose that he's trying to hide with the pillow.  "Do I have to go to New York?"

"Yes, you have to," he laughs lightly, closing his eyes for a moment before reopening them.  "You'll be fine.  Make sure you take your key, just in case the gate gets stuck."

"You're sure I can stay at the house?" I ask, and he presses his eyebrows together with a twist of his lips in amusement.

"Did you forget we're living together?" he chuckles.

"No, but-"

"But nothing.  You live with me.  We are one household, one family.  I just happen to have multiple houses.  So any of them are yours, too.  Including the Hamptons."

I can't help but smile, biting my lip.  There's silence as he watches me, and finally I speak up, admiring those soft eyes I'll miss for the next few days.

"You have the prettiest eyes, do you know that?" I sigh.

He smirks, raising his eyebrow instead.  "You're weird.  Go to bed."

"I'm weird?!" I huff playfully.  "You must be rubbing off on me."

But without his answer, I lean up to catch his lips in a kiss, and savor their softness as if I'm already saying goodbye.  His tug up in a smile as he gives back, and I slide closer to him, letting my arms snake around his torso under the covers.

"Hi," he grins against me, and I giggle stupidly in return.

"Mmm," I groan, "I'm gonna miss my personal tiny space heater!"

"Tiny?!" he asks next, and I can feel the muscles in his face tense up before he pulls back.  "You're smaller than me, you know."

"You're fun sized," I tease.  "It's not a bad thing."