Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

One Hundred Eight

"We gotta stop doing this after I shower," I breathe, buttoning up the shirt I've grabbed off the closet floor.  "Defeats the purpose."

As much as I hate the fact that I feel like I need another shower now, I don't hate that fact that we just had sex in our closet, the first besides that delicate intimacy last night.  This was fun, this was happy, and this...this was a good reminder for me for why we're getting married.  I'm comfortable with him, regardless of the last name I'll take.  Yeah, it's fucking crazy and mind blowing to me that it's him, I'll never get tired of that.  But it's the guy I feel safe with, and that's what matters.  Time to start being more confident about this.

"It's not my fault you're always traipsing around the house half naked," he argues, his hair a disheveled mess as he tugs a shirt over his head.

My eyes are stuck on his abs as he does so, watching them flex before he covers them, and then I blink slowly, clearing my head.

"I had a towel on!" I remind him.

He only smirks, running a hand through his hair to smooth it out.  "And I took it off."

"Okay, good, you're not senile yet," I joke, and I know it sets him off.  "I'm glad you can still remember things."

"Do we need to go another round?" he snaps back with a playful glare.  "Call me old one more time."

I only giggle, shaking my head with amusement as I finish dressing and make my way to exit the closet.  "Relax, Mr Downey...you were fantastic, as always."

I whisper it as I trail a hand up his chest as he's pulling on a pair of pants and he narrows his eyes at me, watching with a held breath.  He's reading the game I'm playing, I know he is, but it's okay.  I love this fun nonsense between us.  I'm glad we can make fun of each other in a healthy way and both take it.  It makes the relationship fun.

"The claw marks on my back might suggest that," he agrees with a steady hold of my eyes, watching me blush.

Yes, I have a habit of letting my hands roam his shoulders, so what?

But he leans down with a soft laugh to whisper in my ear next.  "I like a little pain," he tells me before kissing my cheek and standing up right.  "And I like seeing you gasp my name with your head back against the wall and your legs-"

"Okay!" I yelp, shoving his shoulder and heading out to the bedroom, hands in the air in defeat.  "Okay, point taken."

I can hear his laughter behind me as he fishes out a pair of shoes from the shelf, but it doesn't make me any less embarrassed.  "Take your time, dinner's not till six!"

I spend the next few hours doing makeup to make myself presentable and mask my still semi red eyes, and then relax in the office while he's on his laptop in the living room.  It's an off day, so he isn't working much.  Just charity stuff, and whatever else he's up to creatively until we head out.  He's probably just now contacting his parents and sister to let them know the news, too.

I'm just engrossed in social media for the first time since tour.  I haven't posted an official announcement yet, but there's a lot going on on my phone so I'd rather just use the desktop computer.  So, on one screen I have Twitter and Instagram up, the web browser in the other looking at news articles.  Devin posted a video on my story, I guess, but that's it aside from Robert's live stream, which has since disappeared from his story. 

They're mostly kind, except for a few complaints about my age and a couple people who are just full on angry that he's not available anymore.  I mean...it's fine.  I expected as much.