Rayna and Deacon walked offstage with big smiles plastered on their faces after a successful show. "What a rush, right?" Rayna removed the ear piece. She took a deep breath still taking in all the audience's energy, listening to them chant her name as the two of them made their way down the hall. Deacon smirked. "I'd say so. They love you." Rayna glanced up at him as she took a side step towards him to nudge him. "I don't know. I think those guitar skills of yours helped." He laughed as he scratched his chin acting shy. "Had to keep up with you." He replied to Rayna's compliment. A young woman was walking down the hall towards them. The young woman stopped them with an over excited greeting. "Deacon!" Deacon cocked his head, analyzing the woman. The young woman beamed. "I just wanted to say thank you again for last night. It was a lot of fun." Rayna wrinkled her nose and looked up at him, taking a step back. Deacon nodded casually. "Yeah, I'll see you around Darlin." The young woman gushed and kept walking. Deacon caught Rayna looking at him with her eyebrows raised. He stepped forward to walk but she didn't move with him so he turned to face her. "What?" Rayna smiled and did her best impression of the young woman. "Deacon I had so much fun last night." Deacon ran his fingers through his hair. "You were right, they love me here too." Rayna swatted his arm as he grinned from ear to ear. "Do you even remember her name?" He laughed and Rayna nodded. "That's what I thought." She took a few steps forward and he followed behind. "Don't tell me you've never had a one night." Rayna whipped her head around to face him, stopping both herself and him in their tracks. "Oh that's right, you were married to some boring politician." Deacon said jokingly. Rayna smiled. "I've had one nights, but I always remember their names." He shrugged. "Touche." She laughed. "Can we please get back to my dressing room so we can discuss set lists?" He nodded and followed her.
They sat down on her dressing room couch flipping through papers, writing things down and crossing them out. "If we close with Postcard to Mexico, I think the show will be a big hit for the second leg of the tour, don't you?" He stared into space as he nodded his head. "Mmmhmm." She placed the pen between her lips, thinking. "I don't know what to open with. We've always opened with the same song night after night. I think it's time for a change." He nodded his head. "Mmmhmm." Rayna crossed out something she had scribbled down earlier. "I wonder if Bucky would hate me if I schedule a rehearsal on a Sunday." He nodded his head again. "Mmmhmm." She slammed her notebook and pen on the table, startling Deacon. "Are you even listening to me?" He smiled at her, his eyes wide, throwing his fist in the air. "Annabelle." Rayna wrinkled her nose. "What?" He clapped his hands together. "That's what her name was." Rayna through her hands up in the air. "Who?" She was clearly frustrated at his lack of communication. "The girl, the one night stand." Rayna rolled her eyes. "Okay?" Deacon smirked as he reached up and brushed Rayna's face with his hand making Rayna feel uneasy. "You look a little jealous there Ray." Rayna grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. "Oh please." She ran her hand through her hair. "Come on." She drawled in her accent, focusing her attention back to her notebook. "Can we please focus here?" He nodded, leaning back on the couch as he watched her continue to flip through papers.
He fidgeted while he listened to her ramble. "If we drop Already Gone from the opening-" She started to say before Deacon sat up and interrupted her. "Who was it? Your one night stand, was it someone I would know, someone from the band?" She smiled, cocking her head and tightening her lips. "Deacon." He rubbed his head with his hands. "Ray." She pushed her notebook away. "Come on. What does it matter?" He shrugged and looked away. "Was it Liam?" She pushed him off balance. "God no." He turned back to her. "Is it going to take me beggin' for you to tell me Darlin'?" She laughed. "That would be cute to see you pleading at me feet." He smiled and got down on his knees, clasping his hands together. "Please, please." She couldn't help but smile as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back up on the couch to sit next to her. "Stop, that is pathetic." He nudged her with his knee, looking into her eyes. "Are you ever going to tell me?" She shook her head. "No." Deacon smirked and nodded understandably. "Because it was a mistake?" She wrinkled her nose. "Isn't that what most one night stands are?" He laughed. "Are you afraid to tell me because you think I'll be jealous?" She raised her eyebrows. "Are you?" He raised his eyebrows right back at her. "Are you? Of Annabelle?" Her mouth dropped. "What? I already told you no." She twirled her hair around her finger. He leaned back on the couch and smirked with a satisfied look on his face. "You always twirl your hair when you lie. I don't believe you." She stopped twirling her hair and hid her face in her hands. "Deacon!" He laughed noticing how red and hot she was getting. "Look me in the eye and tell me you're not jealous." She brushed her hair out of her face and looked at him. "I'm not jealous." She spoke quickly, trying to be serious and hide the big smile on her face. "Mmmhmm." He mocked her. She stood up and started pacing as she grabbed the top of her shirt and pulled it away from her body, trying to fan herself. She was getting hot being put on the spot like that by him. He took pleasure in getting her flustered. "Rayna, come sit." He patted the cushion next to him. She shook her head, biting her lip and stopped pacing. She waved her finger at him forcefully, placing the other hand on her hip. "I am not jealous!" He threw his hands in the air surrendering to her. "Okay, I'm sorry."
She watched him, watch her. They stared at each other as if they were challenging one another. "You want to know why I'm not jealous?" He nodded his head as she walked closer to him. She placed her knee on the outside of his leg on the couch and then the other on the other side until she was straddling him. He raised his eyebrows as his muscles began to tense, not knowing where she was going with this. She slipped her hands through his hair playfully and then threw her hair over to one shoulder. He sat there very still and she bit her lip watching his eyes that were hooked on her, not daring to blink for fear of messing up this new found connection between them. He wasn't sure of this behavior of hers but he wasn't about to stop her. She waited a brief moment, thinking she might've taken this too far too soon but the heat was radiating making it difficult for her to think clearly anymore. "She doesn't get to do this right now." She placed both her hands on the back of his neck and leaned down to kiss him. He was taken back but he didn't hesitate to move his hands down her back. He moaned against her lips. She lowered herself on his lap until she could feel him hard underneath her. She pulled away from the kiss and laughed. He smiled and looked down. "She didn't do that that quickly either." Referring to the growth in his pants. The heat was still affecting her. His hands on her body only made her hotter. She couldn't take it any longer. "How about this?" Rayna grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off then quickly grabbed his hands, placing them on her body. "Did she do that?" He shook his head, swallowing hard. "Not like that." He ran his hands down her stomach until they reached the top of her pants. His fingers quickly found the button and undid it. "What about him?" Referring to her one night. "Did he do this?" Reaching his hand down in her pants, deep. She let out a soft moan as he teased her by removing his hand. "I don't remember you might have to do it again and remind me." He smiled as he repeated the action, this time longer and faster. She bit her lip trying to contain herself. Her legs shook, trying to keep her on balance. She leaned into him, kissing his neck as she whispered his name in his ear. She made eye contact with him briefly before her hands connected with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one-by-one, quickly as if she were being timed. He smirked as he noticed her staring at his well-defined body. She ran her fingers down his body and then pushed her body closer to his. He found this as an opportunity to kiss her. She kept him distracted with her lips pressed against his while her fingers undid his belt and the top button of his pants. She giggled when she found the hardness in his pants with her hand. His eyes grew wide as she teased him with her hand. He moaned against her lips. His free hand stroked her back until his fingers unhooked her bra. He lowered her down on the couch, kissing her neck and traveling down her body with his mouth then sliding her pants off. She moaned, unable to control herself as the warmth of his breath and tongue found the right spots. She tried to gain control as her nails dug into his shoulder blades. Finally, he travelled up her body, removing his pants with her help and entered her. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, allowing him to go deeper.
Once they were finished, they laid there smiling. Deacon turned his head to face her. She had a satisfying look on her face. "We still got it." He said. She laughed. "Is that all you got?" She asked teasing him. He pulled away with a confused look on his face. Before he knew it, she was climbing on top of him and starting round 2.
After, she stroked his chest with the tips of her fingers. "Well?" She laughed. "Do I have anything to be jealous of?" He smiled as he shook his head. "No Darlin' you do not. She's got nothing on you." She tilted her chin up to kiss his cheek. "See I told you! And you have nothing to be jealous of either." He pulled his head away to face her. "Oh I think I do especially if you did that with him." She nudged her body closer to his. "I saved that for you." He smiled as his lips met hers. "You want to get out of here?" Her hand stroked the stubble on his chin. "Why are you afraid we might get locked in the arena?" He laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time now would it?" She shook her head. "Remember that time you sang at the Superbowl?" She bit her lip recalling the time. "You mean that time we got locked in the locker room?" He nodded. "That was your fault." She lifted her head off his chest. "My fault? You couldn't keep your hands off of me." He swept her hair out of her face. "There's just something about a woman in a jersey that a man can't resist." He smirked. "Oh well as I recall, that jersey wasn't on very long." They both laughed as she continued speaking. "How about that time we got locked in at the studio when we told Watty we were staying after to finish writing No One Will Ever Love You?" She laid her head back down on his chest. "I thought you wanted me to show you no one will ever love you like I do." She swatted his arm playfully. "What about the second CMA awards show we ever attended?" She tapped her finger on his chest. "That was the first year I won." He playfully nodded his head. "I believe there was a little celebrating done that night." She shook her head. "A lot of celebrating." She corrected him. "Don't you remember sneaking off from the after party? We barely made it to your pickup truck before we were undressing each other." He laughed. "Speaking of pickup trucks, remember that first night you got kicked out of your house and we performed at the Bluebird and then we hopped into the bed of that pickup truck." She nodded. "Yeah, that was a nice truck you had." He laughed. "That wasn't my truck." Her jaw dropped. "What?" "Darlin' you just hopped right up in that truck and dragged me with you. I wasn't about to tell you that wasn't my truck." Rayna cringed. "Tandy was right I am slutty." He kissed her neck. "Since when do you listen to Tandy?" She giggled as he flipped her over on her back and his facial hair brushed against her neck. "We could take this back to my room." He continued kissing her. "And I could make you breakfast." Her hands ran down his back. "Breakfast?" He laughed. "Well we could call room service." He stopped kissing her, waiting for an answer. She lifted herself up on her elbows. "Okay." His lip met hers again and his hand ran down her leg. "Deacon, if we're going to go back to your room, you're going to have to stop kissing me long enough to put clothes on and get up there." He pushed himself up off the couch and helped her up.
Deacon unlocked the door to his room and shut it quickly behind them. He placed Rayna between himself and the door, kissing her. Her fingers looped gently around his. He freed one hand from hers and placed it around her waist, pulling her closer to him, walking them backwards over to the bed.
The next morning Rayna was the first to wake. She leaned in closer to Deacon who was sleeping on his stomach peacefully and began singing in his ear. He jumped, clearly startled and she laughed. "Good morning." She smiled. "Morning." He rubbed his eyes. "Don't tell me you're tired." His eyes begin to focus and a smile came across his face as his hands wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her closer for a kiss. "You promised me breakfast." She murmured against his lips. He laughed. "You're not going to let me starve are you?" She asked. He brushed his fingers through her hair, still preoccupied with kissing her. "No of course not." He rolled over on top of her and continued kissing her. "Deacon." He ignored her until he convinced her to stay in a bed awhile longer.
Later that evening, they boarded the tour bus, heading back home to Nashville. It was late and everyone was exhausted. Rayna glanced around at everyone settling in their seats for the long ride. She held her phone in her hand and felt it vibrate. She looked down and saw Deacon's name lit up on it. She looked in his direction before reading it and he nodded, encouraging her to read his message. The message read: Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap like you did last night?
She looked up and bit her lip, trying to hide her smile. She shook her head teasingly, standing up and heading out to the kitchenette. She heated up some hot water on the small stovetop. She picked up the kettle to pour herself a cup a tea but nearly missed the cup and burnt herself when she felt someone walk up behind her. She knew it was him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and swayed her. She turned to face him, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him. He nodded his head towards the fridge. "How about a midnight snack?" He walked over to the fridge and opened the freezer, grabbing ice cream. He opened the fridge and pulled out whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
They sat down at the table in the back of the bus talking and eating ice cream. "Deacon!" Rayna laughed. Deacon looked at her confused. "What?" She shook her head. "You have chocolate on your face. I swear you are a child sometimes." She reached across the table and whipped his face with her napkin. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer for a sloppy chocolate kiss before she could get it all off with her napkin. She pulled away and licked her lips, smiling. She sat back down in her seat. He grabbed the can of whipped cream and squirted some into his mouth. She shook her head. "How old are you?" He smiled. She took a bite of her ice cream and winced in pain, grabbing the top of her nose, between her eyes. "Brain freeze!" She yelled. He laughed. "How old are you, Ray?" She shot him a playful look. "Old enough to do this." Then she grabbed the can of whipped cream, squirting a little on her two fingers and seductively licking them off. She watched him squirm in his seat. "You don't play very fair do you?" She shook her head, picking up the can of whipped cream once more and grabbing his wrist. She squirted a little on his fingers this time, licking it off his fingers. He closed his eyes trying to control himself. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" She nodded with a half smile. He yanked her across the table, sliding his hands up under her shirt. "Mmm." She hummed against his lips. She pulled away and stood up, leading him to a nearby corner. He backed her into the corner and she smiled, letting him take over what she started.
Once they arrived in Nashville the next day, they both went their separate ways. It was their first night apart from each other since they started touring. Rayna laid in bed wide awake that night, hoping Deacon would call. Eventually she got tired of waiting and fell asleep.
