Sorry for a day late and here's chapter three! I hope it did them both justice and I hope you review! Bad review or good review, I don't care. I also want to thank Rachel Wilder for being an amazing editing goddess! Please review with a cherry on top? Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Rayna relived that scene five years ago in slow motion. She remembered that in a quick processing of what was about to happen, she reached up for his neck and pulled him in. Their lips made contact and her world started to fade away. Every worry, every bad memory, every bad fight, anything that cause her so much misery began to disappear with just one touch from Deacon. Deacon's tongue met her upper lip, asking for permission to enter. As soon as Rayna granted it, their tongue danced with each other, their kiss deepening by the second. They probed around in each other's mouth, reminding them of what they had missed for years.

Feeling the urge to step into the next level, she unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Deacon was shocked by her bold move and followed suit. He unzipped her dress in a painfully slow manner and caressed her back at the same time. He shoved his shirt off as all the buttons came undone and Rayna pulled down her dress. Deacon drove her backwards to the bed and gently placed her on the mattress. He crawled on top of her, mesmerized by how beautiful she looked, even when she was covered in tears. Rayna looped her fingers around his belt loop, pulling him closer and welcoming him by the attack of her lips. They have both missed each other in so many ways that they were hungry for another touch, another kiss.

Deacon's lips moved down from her lips to her neck, gently sucking her soft skin. Rayna moaned in his touch as he made progress on her chest, placing soft kisses She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging it gently to pull him back up. Once his eyes were leveled with her, she smiled at him and kissed the corner of his mouth. Their kisses grew ever so deep, aggressively attaching each other. Then, Rayna reached for his belt buckle and undid it.

Deacon felt Rayna's desperate need to forget everything that transpired on that conversation on the phone. And he has wanted this for so long, to be like one with Rayna, just like old times when they would lose themselves to each other. But the way this has been happening, it felt wrong. No matter how much he loved Rayna or how much she loved him, she was still married. She took a vow to another man and he didn't want to be the cause of the outfall of her marriage. He hated Teddy as soon as he heard the news that they were getting ready to walk the aisle, but if Deacon was him, he would be hurt if his wife cheated on him. Deacon didn't know why he was putting everyone's feelings ahead of his, but his parents taught him right. And he also suspected that Bucky might be a little suspicious that he has been inside Rayna's room for quite some time. But he wanted to give his full attention to Rayna and he could probably deal with it later with no further assumptions.

Noticing the look on Deacon's face, Rayna pondered on the idea that their recent action way over the line. But she didn't understand why Deacon cared about it, she thought he would continue but he didn't. She felt guilty and ashamed at the same time for using Deacon that way. She was a fool trying to play with his emotions because she wanted to forget her own. She promised herself after she got married that she wouldn't get too close to Deacon, because she knew what would happen. Just a single touch or a hug that lingered on a second too long could ignite the spark in them, setting them on fire. She knew he wanted this every bit as much as her but if it was going to happen, they were going to happen right. And this was not right. She is married to another man who deeply loved her and she was not going to break him.

"Sorry, I know. This was a bad idea," she whispered.

"Me too, Ray."

He was starting to retreat, but Rayna caught his arm.

"Deacon, we don't have to continue. But can you stay a little longer?" she pleaded.

Rayna was grateful when he nodded and lay beside her. She rested her head on his chest and put her arm around him. He reached up to hold her hand and kissed her temple.

"Thank you," were the last words she said as they both drifted off to sleep.

"I'm doing alright, Buck. Thank you. Just give me a minute," she answered.

She sat up, the memory of last night's encounter feeling more like a dream than reality until she felt Deacon's hand on her shoulder. She turned back to see Deacon watching her carefully, his face blank, his emotions protected. Rayna knew that he did know whether to look relieved or guilty. To reassure him, she smiled. He smiled back at her, his gaze moving slowly over her half naked body. It had been so easy to ask him to stay with her the night before, but in the light of the morning, she blushed, realizing they were both half-clothed.

"What? Like you haven't seen me before? You've seen more of me," she said in a matter of fact.

"Yeah, but not in your thirties," he teased. But he suddenly realized that he made a wrong choice of words as he saw Rayna's eyes widened in embarrassment. He watched her reach for the covers but he stopped her. "Wait! Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You're beautiful, honestly, you are Rayna. Why did you think I was staring?"

Rayna relaxed a bit and took Deacon's profile and grinned.

"Well, you don't look pretty bad in your late thirties either then."

They both laughed softly and stood up. Deacon reached for his shirt and started buttoning it and stealing a glance at Rayna, Watching her take her dress from the floor and snaking her way into the tight garment. Feeling his eyes on her, she walked towards him and turned around; she scooped up her hair and twisted it, placing it on the top of her head. Deacon took in the image of her glistening back; he wanted to kiss every inch of her.

He must have felt pretty stupid when Rayna spoke, "Are you gonna zip me up or what?"

After her dress was all adjusted, she let her hair fall and felt Deacon's fingers raking through it, trying to get the rarely there tangles. He noticed her back tense and took a step back.

"Sorry, habit. But you can blame me for touching it when you splash it around everywhere."

She moved towards the door and stopped in her tracks, a horrible realization dawning upon her.

"Do you think Bucky will notice?" she asked Deacon, wide-eyed.

"Don't worry about it," he said and gave her a wink.

She felt herself distancing from her musing as a voice repeatedly hollered her name, bringing her back to reality.

"Rayna! Rayna!" Teddy bellowed out, shaking her shoulders.

"What!?" she exclaimed.