Hello again! Sorry it has been literally so long since I have submitted something. But good news! I have a new story and it is already finished so I will be uploading a new Chapter every week or so. Yay!

Now, we all know very well that Rayna Jaymes would never, I mean, NEVER, have a full-fledged affair while she was married. But gosh darn, it is certainly fun to think about... (:

I tried to label the mature parts in the Chapters so you can skip if you want to.

I do not own the characters and a lot of this story follows along with the beginning of Season 1. Enjoy and review, lovely people! This is only my 3rd story and I'm still learning.

Chapter 1:

Rayna and Deacon were walking along the bridge, the swing of their hips missing each other by only a beat with every step. As usual, they were walking along the line of what was "appropriate" for two people who used to be involved but were now simply friends. At least, to the outside world. Only the two of them knew about the five or so times that things got out of hand and it ended with them having an intense make-out session in an abandoned parking lot or someone felt someone up behind a closed studio room door. They both knew that these things should not be happening, and a lot of times they were able to have enough self-control to walk away. But sometimes, they didn't. Some days, the tension was just too strong and they knew they were treading on thin ice, but they did it anyways. Maybe just to see how far they could make it without falling in. Today was one of those days.

"Darling, you can leave whenever you want. You can come back anytime you want. You're not some overnight sensation…though you are sensational overnight, to the best of my recollection." Rayna was glad she was not looking at him when he said that. She let a slight blush cross her face and she couldn't help the smirk that took over her mouth. Deacon dipped his head down slightly, knowing he probably shouldn't have said that. But when Rayna did look at him, she had only amusement in her eyes; no sense of guilt or shame at what he had said.

They both kept walking, knowing that they had officially entered dangerous territory…

"I always wondered why you never cut one of my songs."

"I don't know…it felt weird. Like maybe they were all about me or something." She looked him square in the eye, almost daring him to say what they both knew was the answer.

"They are." He answered immediately, then added, "I guess". He and she both knew that the second part was only added to try and keep the conversation at a tame level.

She looked at him and thought about how she was married to someone that wasn't Deacon.

"Sometimes I wish I could do everything all over again…" she mused.

"What would you change?" Deacon held his breath.

Rayna thought about her girls, "Nothing." She thought about how all of her choices in her life had led to the moment here and now, where she and Deacon had to tread lightly around each other and could not, and probably would not, ever get to be together again, "Everything."

"That makes two of us." He replied. She looked into his eyes, "I don't want to hold you back. I want you to be happy."

"Darling, you know good and well there's only one thing that's gonna make me happy…and I lost that a long time ago." He held his eyes on hers, knowing that he definitely crossed the line this time.

She knew it too, she had so many things she wanted to say, but knew that she shouldn't. She turned to face her body against the railing, looking out at the water. He leaned his back onto the railing and faced the opposite way. He looked over, reached up, and lightly touched the red hair flowing next to her face. She knew he was doing it, but kept her gaze forward, afraid to look at him. He lowered his hand to her shoulder. He used the back of his hand to gently stroke her upper arm.

"Deacon…"

"Ray…" He knew she thought he should stop. But he couldn't.

"Deacon, we can't do this." She closed her eyes and turned her head even further away from him.

"Look at me." He said. She shook her head. "Look at me, Ray." He reached up and gently brought her face around to face him. They locked eyes. He could see that her eyes were just as confused as her mind was. She wanted him, but she knew she shouldn't want him. He turned her whole body until her back was against the railing, placing his hands firmly on her waist. He approached her, and got close enough until there was only a few inches between their faces. "Kiss me. You know you want to."

Rayna folded, "I do want to, Deacon, but we can't keep ending up here."

"Kiss me." Deacon repeated.

"We can't just keep kissing each other when no one is looking. I can't be a cheater to fufill my own wants and desires."

"So you do want me." Deacon gave her a smile.

"Deacon." Rayna sighed. She wanted Deacon more than anything. She did not know how to get out of her situation with Teddy. She loved Teddy. Well, she loved that Teddy was such a great father. But Deacon, she loved every part of Deacon with every part of her heart. She always felt guilty about those times over the last ten years, where she would give in to Deacon and they would have a moment of passion. She felt guilty, but she also found that she thought about those moments, a lot.

"It's always just been you and me Ray. Why not let this be between you and me, too?" Deacon urged her. He knew she wasn't a bad person. He knew that the two of them were right, so if that meant that they needed to do something wrong, he didn't feel that it was really that, wrong.

"Because it's not just you and me, Deac. I've got my girls. I don't want them to have a lying, cheating, mother. What kind of example does that set?" She replied. Her lips were saying all the reasons no, but her hips were inching closer and closer to his at every word.

"I know. I know you've got your girls. I just, I miss you, Ray."

Rayna felt her eyes water and tears begin to fall as she found herself overcome with emotion. "I miss you, too." She finally admitted.

Deacon held her closer to him and used his thumb to wipe a tear away. "Then kiss me."

And she did. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and inched her lips until they made contact with his. He immediately responded by kissing her back, passionately. She reached her hands up and clasped onto the openings of his jacket and pulled him closer to her as they kissed. He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and brought his other hand up to tangle into her hair. Their mouths were kissing each other at full speed now, unable to get enough of each other. He used his tongue to push his way into her mouth and she gratefully accepted and responded by using her own tongue to battle with his. She grabbed his tongue between her teeth and bite down on it, resulting in him letting out a deep moan. She moved her hands behind his neck and pulled his face down onto hers as they released each other's mouths to switch their head tilts and begin again. He moved both of his hands down over her ass and pulled her hips into his. She moaned as their hips collided once again. Their mouths continued to connect until they both stopped, needing air. They kept their faces within an inch of each other and Deacon looked down at her, watching her chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. She had her eyes closed still, leaning on him for support.

"Deacon, what are we doing? Sure, we can kiss and feel connected again, but what now? We just walk back to rehearsal and pretend like everything is totally normal?" Rayna asked.

"We don't have to go back yet…" Deacon responded. He caught her eyes so she could know what he meant. Rayna looked at him, a little surprised. "Deacon, we can't…people are waiting for us."

"Okay, come over after rehearsal then. I'll make you dinner." Deacon stared into her eyes, daring her to jump off the cliff with him. Rayna looked at him, he just kept surprising her with every word. "Well, we do need to go over the second verse of the new song…" Rayna admitted, surprisingly herself now. She was feeling bold. She needed something in her life to change, maybe this was exactly what she needed.

"C'mon in!" Deacon shouted from inside after he heard a knock on his front door. Shortly after, Rayna appeared in his kitchen.

"Hi." She said. She was filled with all different emotions right now. Nervous, anxious, guilt, happiness, sadness? She didn't know which one to focus on so she chose to focus on just one: hunger. "What are we making?" She asked as she watched Deacon poke around his kitchen. "Can of beans and stale tortillas?" She smiled at him, hoping he got the reference from the old days when it was just the two of them, before… no. She was not going to think about her marriage. Not right now.

"I will have you know, I have learned to cook thank you very much." Deacon replied, tossing her a winning smile. He reached into his fridge and pulled out some to-go containers. She raised an eyebrow at him. "But tonight, we are having leftovers." He laughed and she joined him. Soon, they were settled on the couch, shoes off, feet up, forks digging into their paper containers. There was a comfortable silence as they ate that Rayna thoroughly enjoyed. It felt so nice to have such a simplistic time with someone. Things with Teddy were forced a lot of the time and they always had so much "business" to discuss. She enjoyed just sitting, eating, and having the company of her best friend.

When they were finished, they discussed the tour for a while and even tweaked a few of the songs. Rayna took a bathroom break and came back and Deacon was strumming some new notes on his guitar, humming gently. "Is that something new?" Rayna asked. "Not new…not anything really. Just some beginning chords and a line or two." He kept playing softly and Rayna settled back onto the couch, noticeably closer to him than she was before. She stared at him while he played, not being able to take her eyes off of him. She never could understand what it was about him playing the guitar, but it was an ultimate turn on for her. He glanced up at her and saw the look in her eyes and knew she was at that place where she wanted him. Without a word or missed beat, he took his guitar and set it behind him and then proceeded to stand up and reach his hand out to her. She looked at his hand, then up into his eyes, then back to his hand again. She seemed to be considering what to do. She took his hand and he led her to the bedroom.

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He started unbuttoning her shirt and she did the same to him. Her hands were shaking, so she stopped and locked eyes with him to help regain her composure. He slowed his movements to make sure she was comfortable and ready. He slipped off his own shirt and gentled grabbed her hands and brought them up to his chest. She felt her hands make contact with his strong muscles and she instantly relaxed, moving her hands around his chest on her own now. She focused on re-memorizing his every dip and curve of his skin while he took off her shirt. She moved her hands to continue their journey on his arms. He backed them up until the back of her legs touched the bed. She bent her knees and sat back onto the edge of the bed, looking up at him. He checked her eyes again to make sure she was still on the same page as him. He lowered himself to her and gently pushed her back until she was lying on the bed, her head up by the headboard. He hovered above her, silently asking her permission to take the next step. She kept eye contact with him and slowly reached her hands up to grip his face. He saw her eyes have a flash of uncertainty.

"Are you sure?" He asked her softly. "Just kiss me." She replied, almost too quiet to hear. She needed his lips to reassure her, to remind her that this, that HE, is what she needed. He lowered his head slowly and they kept their eyes open and locked on each other as he touched his lips to hers. He released her lips for a moment before they both closed their eyes as they kissed again. This time, her hands responded by pulling his face closer to her. As their kisses grew more intense, Deacon began to use his hands to explore her body. God, he had waited so long to be able to touch her again. There was a moment, in a small studio closet, where things had gotten out of hand and they went far enough where he reached his hand into the front of her jeans. It lasted a very short period of time before she pushed him away and said how it could never happen again. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he was now approaching those same jeans. This time, though, he could take his time. He stopped kissing her so he could keep tabs on her emotions as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She seemed to still be in a haze from their passionate kissing, so he continued his actions by sitting back and pulling them down her legs until she was just in her bra and pantie set. He removed his pants and boxers, crawled his way back up, and settled comfortably in between her legs, making sure to put most of the pressure from his body onto her hips. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, both of them moaning lowly at the feeling of being pressed against each other after all this time. He undid her bra and threw it at the other side of the room, never taking his eyes away from hers. When he knew she was ready, he grabbed the sides of her panties and lowered them down her body. He stayed near her feet and kissed his way slowly up each of her legs. He nibbled for a minute on her thigh as she breathed out contently. As soon as she felt his breath near her most sensitive area, she immediately stiffened and said, "Wait, stop."

He lifted up onto his elbows to look up at her, "What's wrong?" He asked her, concerned that he had pushed her too far, too soon.

She reached her hands up in front of her face, took a deep breath, and then gently grabbed onto her wedding ring and slid it off her finger. She looked at it for just a brief moment, and then set it down on the nightstand beside her. She didn't, couldn't, make eye contact with Deacon after so she simply leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She couldn't have a man that she was not married to about to touch her and be with her with her wedding ring on. She knew it didn't make it right, but Rayna tried to remember to focus on what was about to happen and pushed the thoughts of what she had just done to the back of her mind.

Deacon waited to let her have her moment. Then he lowered his head back down again and let his breath fall onto her. He saw a sliver of goosebumps ripple across her thighs. She was ready. He took one long lick from the bottom of her slit all the way up and circled his tongue around her clit. She let out a huge breath. He placed several pecks onto her folds, gentle and very light. More goosebumps covered her legs. He reached up and slid a finger into her and she inhaled sharply. He left his finger inside and still while he lowered his head and sucked on her clit for a moment. Her legs twitched. He added another finger and curved them up and landed straight onto her sweetest spot inside. Clearly, he had not forgotten where anything was. Rayna's back arched involuntarily and she let out a few more sharp breaths. Her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. He watched for a moment, in awe that he was witness to this sight once again. "Damn, I've missed this." He said. He sucked on her clit for another few minutes, Rayna was beginning to lose it. And then he stopped and crawled up her body and before she could even open her eyes, he was entering her. She drew in a deep breath and held it for a minute while she tried to adjust to him. He momentarily noted that she was having to adjust to him, which meant that anyone else she had been with recently, was not as well endowed. That thought made him smile. He slowly backed out of her and then re-entered her. This time, she let out the breath she had been holding with an outward cry of pleasure. Deacon paused again, letting her adjust more.

"Ray, open your eyes."

He wanted to see her eyes as he began to gently thrust in and out of her. She opened them and locked eyes with him as he pounded into her. He angled his hips downward and thrust up with every beat to hit her g-spot. Rayna cried out again in surprise and her hands flew to the back of her head and grabbed onto the headboard for stability. He kept his angle and repeated his actions over and over. Rayna gripped the headboard and threw her head back, no longer able to keep her eyes open. Her chest arched up and her breasts began to slam into his chest with every thrust. He drove himself as deep into her as he could and held it there for a minute, both of them savoring how incredible it felt. He reached up and locked his hands with hers on the headboard. She shifted her legs further up his waist and he began his thrusts again. The new angle was even more intense and they both climaxed almost right then and there. He continued his thrusts and she squeezed her thighs like a vice grip around him as he pounded deeply into her. She could feel the headboard begin to rock back and forth and for a moment she wondered if it would break. At that moment, Deacon thrust all the way into her and then made a figure eight motion with his hips and she lost control. She cried out as he paused for a moment and then pounded into her a few more times until he also reached his peak. They climaxed together and Rayna felt a tear escape her eye. A combination of knowing that she had just committed a crime against her marriage and knowing that this just solidified her need for Deacon.

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They laid there, still for a moment. Even though she was facing the other way, he knew that she was filled with mixed emotions and so he just laid next to her, pressed up behind her body, stroking her hair. She thought about everything that I had just happened and all the things that made it wrong, and all of the things that made it so right. She looked up and saw her wedding ring on the nightstand. She reached over and grabbed it, sliding it back onto her finger as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and began to gather her clothes, shaking.

"You're leaving?" Deacon asked quietly. He wasn't surprised, but disappointed.

"Yeah, um, I need to get home. The girls will want me to tuck them in for bed." Rayna answered, avoiding looking at him.

"Do you want to talk about what just happened?" He offered.

"No…I mean, yes probably, but no. Not right now." She flustered.

He sat up and tried to get her to look at him, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. We did. We did something wrong. I mean, I don't know. I just, Deacon, I can't resist you. This just confirmed that. How are we supposed to stop now that we have gone this far?"

"Do we have to stop? I mean, Rayna, clearly we both wanted this to happen. This is what is right."

"I don't know, Deacon. I need some time." Rayna finished getting dressed and rushed out, leaving Deacon feeling unsure about where they stood.

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