Part 2

Author's Note - I decided that the cabin will feature in each chapter - it's like the only place they can be themselves together and seems like the ideal location for heart to hearts! Definitely more like an M rating - adult situations...

So this is:

'What if Rayna and Deacon actually did go...'canoeing.' Following from episode 1x19, the limo never gets them back to Deacon's house.

"You can't tell me you don't love me, cos that's the one thing I'll never believe."

'God bless this man,' Rayna thought.

"I love you…." she said, inching closer to him with tears in her eyes, "I love you so much." So she showed him just how much in the best way she knew how. The phjysical connection they were capable of hadn't suffered after all those years apart. Hell, thought Rayna, it hadn't suffered during those years apart. There was a barely a moment they had spent together when she wasn't just the tiniest bit open to the idea of leading him offstage by his guitar strap and….'writing a song.' That had been their code for so many years, stealing secret moments in dark supply closets and against locked dressing room doors.

Working on new material

Ironing out a few kinks

There's a few lyrics to look at in that bridge, Ray

And a few chords to change, Deacon

They never fooled anyone and Deacon had told her as much. But Rayna wanted the private kept private, protesting that they shared enough intimate material onstage every night, songs that were so much a part of both of them that it felt like she might as well have passed her journal around the auditorium.

"Besides," she'd whispered one night into his ear, right as his hands reached around to unfasten her bra, both crammed into the backseat of his truck, "isn't this way kind of hot?" Deacon had agreed.

Memories of backseats and Deacon brought Rayna back to the present and the feeling of the strong hands on her hips, waiting paritentialy for her to set the pace. Rayna threw a glance towards the driver to confirm that the privacy screen was all the way up. Safe in the knowledge taht TMZ weren't going to be running a Deana/Raycon/whatever-stupid-name-they'd-come-up-with-special in the morning, she grabbed a handful of Deacon's hair and pulled his lips to hers. Deacon took the signal that tongiht was about hard, fast and often. They'd had plenty of nights - normally he was apologising, or they were fighting (and making up) and by the time the sun was rising, they were both sore and exhausted. The thought of that Rayna, the wild, crazy, passionate Rayna, was something Deacon was pretty sure only he'd had the pleasure of seeing. Unless he was very wrong about Teddy Conrad, there was no way in hell he could handle that particlular side of the fiery redhead. Deacon's hand tangled in that red hair as he banished all thoughts of Teddy and tore his lips reluctantly from Rayna's, gasping for air. He pressed her against the cool leather of the seat and moved his lips instantly to her neck, licking and sucking whilst his hands moved to free her shoulders and arms from her jacket. As she arched into him, finally breathing again, he felt her breasts push up against his shirt and he claimed her mouth again with his own. Rayna stroked both of her softer hands down his back and Deacon, forgetting where he was, trailed his hands almost unconsciously up to her breasts, stroking his thumbs over the nipples he could feel through the thin blouse and lingerie she was wearing. Black lace if he had to take a guess. Her favourite, and his.

Who am I kidding? Deacon thought to himself as Rayna sighed at his touch. Rayna in red, purple, blue. Rayna in anything at all. Naked Rayna. He didn't have a favourite, he'd take her in anything. (And anywhere). Distracted by his thoughts, Deacon had given Rayna too much time to think and she suddenly pushed his hands and lips away.

"Babe we can't -"

"Sure we can. Hell, wouldn't be the first time -"

Rayna pulled herself out of his grasp, moving away to the other side of the seat, putting space between their panting bodies. She took in his appearance. Rumpled shirt, ruffled hair, lipstick smeared across his face - all signs of the night to come. Rayna laughed openly at him, her earlier tears lost somewhere between the first kiss and feeling Deacon's reaction to her moans pressing into her leg. Deacon laughed too and Rayna's heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. It felt good to laugh with him. The other night at his house had been beautiful, wonderful she had told Tandy. Rediscovering each other's bodies, those sweet spots that made her gasp and him groan. Kissing until they had both come back down to Earth, her still trembling in his arms. Sleeping and waking without an inch between them, all the years in between forgotten.

But tonight? Tonight they were laughing. Rayna was hiding a secret, but for now they were laughing and that meant the kind of night where they'd love each other hard enough, fast enough and often enough to cover up the secrets and keep the laughter ringing through the night for just as long as possible. It used to mean alcohol and lots of it. Tequila for her, whiskey for him. Now it just meant breathing in the scent of each other and getting dizzy from the heat their bodies were creating. And there was only place for that.

"Babe," she practically purred from the other side of the backseat, "take me to our cabin."

Rayna turned the key in the lock and hurried inside, whilst Deacon tried his very best to count to 200 behind the wheel of her truck. After having swapped the limousine for the more practical vehicle, she'd spent the drive up there driving him crazy with gentle touches to his thigh and looks that told him she knew exactly what he was thinking about. As they parked up, she'd begged him to give her a few minutes to 'set the mood.' He'd reached across to press her against the inside of the passenger door and kiss her senseless, breaking away to reassure her he was damn well already in the mood.

"Babe," she'd moaned as his lips made their way from hers around to her ear, teeth tugging lightly on her earlobe, expensive earrings lost God knows where. "Babe. Please?" Rayna tugged him away from her by the collar of his shirt and pouted, her look giving him all kinds of hints, teasing what was to come. "If you just wait here, ever so patiently, and give me just a couple of minutes, I'll make it worth your while…." Her voice trailed off as she ran a wandering hand once again up and down his thigh. Deacon's jaw tightened along with the muscles she played with under her fingers and let out a shaky breath and a quiet, "you'd better." He'd managed up to '25, 26' before distracting thoughts of Rayna and porch swings, Rayna and sheepskin rugs, Rayna in bathtubs, had come flooding into his mind. This cabin was so inescapably theirs and he'd never been able to take another woman there. Truth be told, he'd never wanted to. If he was there and closed his eyes, no matter how long it had been, he could still feel her wrapped around him there in front of the fire, every inch of them touching breathing together as they reached their peak.

His cell lit up with a text, breaking through the memories.

Now.

One word was all it took to have Deacon sprinting from his truck. One heeled boot in the doorway had him intrigued, and another in front of the couch had him excited. He spotted a pair of black jeans behind the couch and a sheer black blouse in front of the kitchen counter, but it was the lacy black bra hanging from the hallway door that had his feet racing in the direction of the bedroom. A sultry whisper was what had him turn on his heel back towards the kitchen counter though.

"Hey cowboy."

Leaning against the wall in a kitchen alcove was Deacon's favourite pair of legs, topped with his favourite pair of black lace panties and his favourite mane of red hair, half tucked into his old Ryman t-shirt. Rayna couldn't help but smirk at her cowboy gaping at her hurriedly prepared treat. She reached up to untangle her hair from the old familiar material covering her torso as she turned to walk away, knowing all too well that Deacon would be enjoying a glimpse of a little more back lace from his favourite angle. She reached her destination and slipped the CD into the player. A couple of new demos from new artists had caught her attention earlier in the day. Deacon raised an eyebrow as he tried to recognise the beat and riffs coming through the speakers.

'You look good in the palm of my hands….'

Deacon moved towards the coffee table. It wasn't a song he recognised but he sure was enjoying the way that Rayna's legs were dancing along to it. Maybe it wasn't her usual style, but she was pulling off the rock vibe pretty damn well, swaying and bouncing along to the beat. She danced slowly towards him with a sly smile on her face. Running her hand down from his shirt collar to his belt, her other hand peeled off his jacket arm by arm, pausing as his hands were pinned to his side to place a gentle, wet kiss to his lips. Deacon's jacket soon fell to the floor, but as his hands reached for Rayna, she danced out of his grasp, giggling at his eagerness.

"Take a seat," Rayna's voice broke through the music as Deacon followed her eyes towards the couch. No way was he arguing with this Rayna, so he willingly followed the order. He saw a glint of mischief in her eyes as the song launched into a chorus.

'There you go sliding you hand in my pocket,

Lighting me up and I kinda like it.'

'Oh yeah,' thought Deacon, 'I definitely like it. What it is that's got into Rayna tonight.' This was his love at her best; free, sexy and in control. He watched as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, strolling towards him like she was just about ready to devour him head to toe. The thought of his being Rayna's next meal sent another jolt of that electric something that existed between them straight to his increasingly tight pants. Rayna reached for his hand as she got closer, taking it firmly in her own and brushing it softly along the inside of her thigh, then outside and around to her lace-clad ass cheeks.

'Here I am breaking into a cold hot sweat,

You ain't even got started yet,'

Deacon chuckled as he grabbed a handful of the soft, firm flesh so temptingly presented to him. He was beginning to understand why she had chosen this song. A demo, he guessed. It had all the sexual frustration and energy some of their early hits were famous for. And she sure had him in a cold hot sweat right now.

'You don't even know…

You're fire.'

Oh she knew. Rayna chuckled too, as she ran her free hand through Deacon's hair, giving him a gentle tug to meet her eyes with a smile. From her standing position, she dropped another teasing kiss onto his open mouth, letting her tongue slip out to wet his lips as she pulled away. Pushing him back into the couch, she took in his ruffled appearance and the outline of what she was desperate to lay her hands on pressing against the black fabric of his trousers.

'Every step makes me want you more,

Oh and I thought I wanted you before….

You're fire.'

Yes indeed, she knew she was fire to him, but he was to her too. The sex, this kind of sex, this was what she had craved all these years and never had with Teddy. The intimacy she had missed too of course, the love and the meeting of souls….but definitely the sex. The feeling of him hard as a rock inside of her, pumping fast and sending the sky crashing down around her more than once a night on most occasions. There had been several times towards the end of their marriage when Rayna had performed her wifely duties with Teddy purely out of guilt, having spent far too long alone in the shower, dreaming of Deacon's touch.

'And the guitar playing,' she thought, as the song kicked into a guitar solo. Moving to straddle Deacon's hips, Rayna lowered herself so that black lace met his crotch. 'Talk about teasing...I could watch this man play guitar all day long and only get through half the things I've thought about him doing with those fingers.' As she crashed her lips down onto his, she buried her hands in his hair and Deacon played with the edge of her underwear, teasing and stroking as Rayna noticed the same wet pooling and heat that she had experienced onstage so many times; looking over at Deacon biting his lip in concentration, those talented fingers plucking away.

'Face is red as a dirty joke

Shakin those hips, lickin those lips,'

Deacon looked up at the woman responsible for driving him to distraction with more than one dirty joke over the years. She leant down to run her tongue across his lips and he felt her teeth nip a little before she moved her mouth's attention to his neck. Peppering his sweet spots with wet kisses, she bent and loosened the first of his shirt buttons with her teeth, fingers hurrying to unfasten the rest. As Deacon brushed a hair from her eyes, Rayna pulled his shirt loose from his waistband, before starting work on his belt buckle. Soon, Deacon sat naked whilst Rayna stood and slid the scrap of lace down her legs. The t-shirt stayed in place as the next demo began to play.

'I ain't seen anything like….

The way you wore my t-shirt.'

Rayna just about managed to take his breath away in any clothes, or none at all, but there was something primal in him that was all the more aroused by the sight of her wearing nothing but his shirt. Something that made him just desperate to throw her down onto the rug and love her 'till the sun came up. Something that had him itching to suck hard on that spot on her neck that made her moan and lick the pain away whilst his mark formed. Deacon reached for her as she once again settled in his lap, his obvious desire for her cradled between them, hard against her stomach. He relished in the feel of her bare cheeks wiggling in his lap, taking them in his hands, massaging and pulling her even closer to him as their mouths continued to taste and savour each other. As she groaned and writhed above him, one strong hand floated under the simple cotton to tease a nipple with his thumb, forcing a fresh gasp from her lips. He toyed with the idea of stripping the t-shirt over her head, leaving her breasts open to him, allowing his lips to latch onto her there as she shattered around him. That something primal in him wouldn't allow it though, there being something so sexy about the whole thing, Deacon enjoying smelling himself on her for the first time in so long.

Rayna was getting impatient. The teasing and stroking had been fun, and god knows she loved the power of being able to set the pace, but when Deacon's hand had found its way to her breast, she had felt a new damp patch form on her love's thigh and groaned at the sensation, grinding against him. Reaching down between them and rising up, she joined them with a loud, long moan. She felt the rumble of Deacon's laughter against her breasts mixed with his sharp intake of breath, knowing that he would tease her later for her inability to stay quiet with him inside of her, something that had landed them in embarrassing situation more than once. Right now though, Rayna Jaymes just didn't give a damn. In that moment, with no-one around for miles, she reserved the right to scream the whole cabin down and be as loud as she wanted to be. Needed to be. The feeling of Deacon inside of her, filling her and stretching her was too good after years of missing him. As she circled her hips slowly, luxuriously, relishing in the feel of him hot inside of her, every moan and sigh left her lips free and loud. Their rhythm was faster than their reunion, both scrambling to find their peak and drive the other to theirs, both taking selfishly and giving with everything they had. As their hips met again and again, the nub Rayna could feel burning for attention was given the delicious friction it needed to push her over the edge with a loud cry, mixing expletives and endearments as she clenched around Deacon. Not far behind her, Deacon lifted Rayna from her position, feeling her muscles relax and knowing the strength she had, had been used up in maintaining their furious pace. He turned them both, Rayna now facing the back of the couch, the heat of their encounter forcing her to finally strip off his t-shirt. He reached around her to grasp her breasts in his hands, steadying himself as he entered her again, the new angle affording her a different sensation, reawakening parts of her she thought were too tender to continue. Deacon swept aside her hair and placed messy kisses on her neck as he rocked in and out of her with all the energy he had left, moaning a final "Ray," as she came apart once more, pulling him over the edge with her. They collapsed together onto the couch, gasping for air as the demos came to an end.

"Well that was a terrible idea," Rayna managed, with a smirk on her face. "I can't possibly sign those artists now…."