Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

One Hundred Fifteen

He's right...as weird as it is to have a security unit surround us through Disney, they keep their space, and so do the people watching.  I've got sunglasses on, him a hat and his own tinted frames.  It's weird; he's got baggy designer pants on...the ones I don't really understand but I just accept...a tight t shirt, and a bracelet on his wrist and one of his pendants hanging over his shirt. Meanwhile, I'm soaking up the sun in a pair of jean shorts and one of his band shirts, feeling comfortable with myself since I've lost weight.

I must be getting old, because even I don't wanna ride all of the rides back to back like I used to.  We wind up going on Splash Mountain, getting a little wet before lunch, so we sit in the sun at the same place Devin and I ate the last time I was here.  It's funny, watching him eat a hot dog even though we know he's not supposed to, since he'll be back to filming soon, but I'm happy to enjoy the cheat day, myself.

"You know," I tease, picking at his fries after I finish my own, and he hums in response, swatting my hand away.  "This is where Dev and I were the day you first tweeted me."

"How in the hell do you remember that?" he laughs, showing his teeth as he chews which is weirdly still not killing his attractiveness.

"Because when I came home my stalker made fun of my Stark shirt and glasses," I remind him, raising an eyebrow. 

"Which you haven't worn since then," he observes out loud.

Yeah, that's obvious...I've been solely wearing contacts. "And...that's why."

Slowing his chewing, he drops his fry back on his plate and tilts his head in question, his brow pressed together.  "What, cause I saw you in them?"

"Cause you were kind of an ass about them," I mumble.

"Hon, I was just teasing you...it was our thing - I got on your nerves, your temper flared back.  I only did it to get a rise out of you cause you're hot when you're expressive like that."  He frowns, grabbing my hand on the table.  "Rach, I happen to love you in glasses.  You just never wear them."

"I don't need them, and I prefer my contacts," I snap, and he sighs. 

"Come on, you're really gonna be mad over this?"

"Maybe."

"You know I only came to dinner that night to see this beautiful, breathtaking woman I'd met the day before," he presses, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand.  "I was hoping she'd be there...and she'd be single and if I played my cards right-"

"You don't have to do this," I tell him slyly, smirking.  "You already got your ring on my finger, Downey."

"Then stop being sad," he begs.  "We're in Disneyland, this is literally the happiest place on Earth!"

"That...that would be in Pittsburgh," I counter.  "PNC Park."

"Baseball?" he questions, and I nod.

"The fresh air and the sound of the people in the stands and the warm breeze from the river..." I sigh, forgetting the previous discussion.  "Are you coming, by the way?"

"What, to Pittsburgh?"

Yeah, it was one of Devin's random events she had packed in on those sheets when I approved my schedule.  Looks like I get to open with the National Anthem at a game later in the week, just before I end the week on a charity project back at my old job.  Funny how things come full circle...

"Yeah," I confirm, taking a sip of the drink we're sharing.

"I have to show my face, remember?  They're benefiting Random Act."