Note: So, recently I got into Ray Donovan and I was so sad to see so little stories regarding this show on here! I somehow figured I'd start writing something as well, despite thinking this is quite a hard job as I think the dialogue in the show is quite fab, which I probably can't top. I love Ray & Abby though, so I decided to write this story about them, written around several Bruce Springsteen song. I love his voice and I love the roughness and stories in his songs, which I think sometimes perfectly suit Ray & Abby.
Summary: Ray & Abby are so much more than a couple that loves to fight and fuck. This story's just about them. Their feelings, their love, their everything. Set near the end of season 1, no spoilers though.
Rating: M

"The Light Behind the Fire"

1. Pink Cadillac

Monday, 2nd of June

Ray Donovan. Ray fucking Donovan. Abby knew 3 p.m on a Monday probably wasn't the most suitable time for multiple glasses of chardonnay but she really didn't give a fuck. Ray hadn't been home since that Saturday and Abby was quite sure he'd been fucking some other whore in his flat. God, it annoyed her. She sometimes questioned herself about why she was still with him. Because she loved him, obviously. Because they had so much history together, shared so many moments together. Well, they used to at least. These days, all they seemed to do was fight and fuck. Fight and fuck. Over and over and over again.

Abby was angry with him all the time. And when she was angry, she drank. And when she drank, she got horny and all she really thought about was Ray. Ray fucking Donovan.

It was 8 p.m. when Abby heard the door slam. The kids were out, doing, well, Abby wasn't even sure what they were doing. God, she was drunk. Angry. She took another big gulp of her glass, noticing it was almost empty again. She looked at the two bottles that were standing in front of her; both were empty.

"Abs? Abby?" His rough voice echoed through the empty house. Abby didn't reply; he would find her on the couch eventually anyway. It seemed to take him minutes though, though Abby knew that was partially due to the alcohol; time always seemed to stand still when she'd been drinking and was waiting for her husband to come home.

"Abs? Hey, you're here…" Ray walked over to his wife as he noticed the empty bottles of chardonnay. He decided to ignore them and lend over the edge of the couch to reach for Abby's face. She ignored him though, keeping her face straight as she kept looking at the television.

Ray sighed. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Abby snorted. "You know what's fucking wrong, Ray. Where have you been?"

"Abs… You know I've been working."

Ray was still hanging halfway over the couch, desperately seeking some contact with his wife.

"Yeah, you're always fucking working. In that fucking flat… Working."

Abby turned her head so she could face Ray, their faces only inches away from each other.

He could smell the alcohol from her lips, and he could see the fire in her eyes. She had every right to be angry with him. But man, she was so hot when she was angry with him. The way she looked, the way she cursed… "You're so pretty when you're angry."

"Yeah, there come the compliments. Fuck you Ray," she hissed in his face, "you're always doing whatever the fuck you want."

"If I'd be doing what I want you wouldn't be talking right now." His dark eyes were staring right through her soul. Abby loved and hated it at the same time. She loved it because those eyes turned her on instantly. She hated it because it made her forget all the lousy shit that made her angry with Ray.

"Fuck.." Abby cursed before letting her lips crash on his. Nothings was sweet about their kiss; it was all fire and desire.

Ray managed to get himself on the couch as well, pressing Abby's body on the couch as he kissed her.

Abby's hands roamed over his body as she desperately tried to untuck his blouse. She needed to feel his skin, his body…

When they both needed some air Ray quickly unbuttoned his blouse, throwing it on the ground before moving to Abby's. He ripped open her blouse, not caring about the buttons flying around all through the room.

"Ray! It's one of my favorites."

"I'll buy you a new one, shut up." He pressed his lips on hers again before lifting her up slightly. He looked at het face for a second, not giving in to his desire to just pick her up and throw her against a wall to take her right now.

"I love you, Abs."

Abby looked in his eyes. She knew Ray loved her. He did. But she did think he loved fucking her even more then he just loved her.

"You love to fuck me Ray, that's something different."

Ray stood up, not breaking any eye contact, as he did. He grabbed her hand and made her stand up as well. He pulled her closer to him before he whispered: "I love to fuck you indeed. But I love you as well."

Abby didn't care right now. She honestly didn't give a damn about anything her husband was saying right now. Her arousal was building up and she needed some god damn relieve.

She attacked his lips without replying, pressing her body against his to feel his hardened member against her thigh.

Ray picked her up, carrying her through the room until she felt her back hit a wall. She didn't feel any pain though.

"God.. Fuck me, Ray."

You may think I'm foolish,
for the foolish things I do.
You may wonder how come I love you,
when you get on my nerves like you do.
Well, baby you know you bug me,
there ain't no secret 'bout that.
Well come on over here and hug me,
baby I'll spill the facts,
I love you for your pink Cadillac.