Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

One Hundred Eleven

It's a busy day following, as we take a car directly from the jet when it lands in New York to the studio to shoot for tonight's Jimmy Fallon episode.  Robert doesn't have to be here, but he felt like coming, since I was away so long. And now with the engagement...it's just nice to be spending some time together.

Is it weird that I'm nervous for the interview, though? There's no reason for it. Jimmy just wants to catch up on the tour, and Devin's all about constant press. I'll sing the new single, Ghost, from the EP, a short interview...and that's really it. Robert's going to watch from stage side, dressed up nicely in a suit for the hell of it while I was changing; it'll be comforting enough to be able to see him from my chair, even if he's so far away. At least he's here this time.

Right now, though, I'm dressed and waiting for my segment in one of the dressing rooms in the back hall, and I don't even know how...maybe it's the pant suit I'm in, maybe it's the way my hair's half up, half down, but my fiance and I have been lip locked in a slow make out session on the couch to the side of the room.  

I can't lay back in case I mess up my hair, so I'm sitting with my legs tucked under me.  Robert's got his hand on my thigh, over my left hand, the other supporting his weight on the cushion.  My free arm drapes over his shoulder, the bracelet he gave me so long ago dangling in the air.

I swear it started as an innocent kiss, me talking about my nerves and how I want to announce that I'm doing something - though I don't know what - for charity tonight.  And several minutes later, here we are, still delicately pecking loving kisses back and forth.  He's soft and slow and it's killing me but at the same time I love the intimacy as I get to carefully taste him and feel each line on his lips and each hair on his chin and upper lip.

"I'm serious," he mumbles, since he's been begging me to bring this outfit home since this started.  "Just ask to buy it."

"What, just so you can tear it off later?" I laugh, then meet his lips again in a continuation of the kiss and a small groan when he gently bites my lower lip.

"We can afford it."

He nibbles on my lips again and I whimper in response.  "Stop doing that..."

He smirks against me, tilting his head to deepen the kiss before responding on a breath.  "You taste like raspberries."

I giggle, hand moving to stroke his cheek from his shoulder.  "I had fruit on the plane," I tell him, noting half the flight he was working on his laptop and oblivious while I took a nap in the booth.

"And you didn't offer me any?!"

"I am now," I tease on a whisper.

And then there's a knock at the door after I briefly hear them say they'll be right back with Rachel Thomas, so I groan in defeat, sighing into the last of the kisses.

"I have to go," I pout.

"Can we finish this later?"

"You don't have to ask."

Another knock, and laughter from me.

"Okay," I chuckle against his mouth.  "Okay, I really gotta go..."

So he whines, but gives me one last peck, allowing me to stand and then follows suit after I reapply some lip gloss and follow the crew toward the stage to be quickly suited up with a mic.  He blows me a kiss next to me, not getting in the way, and sends me a reassuring smile before it's time for my interview.

This is what, the third time I've been on the show now? And I don't like, keep up with Jimmy often, but he's been super friendly with me and I'm comfortable with him, so I feel okay doing this alone now. So when he calls me out, I immediately hop up the stairs and squeeze him in a big hug as he rocks me back and forth on his heels. This is fun now...no more nerves, just me, hanging out, not too afraid of being on TV.