A BIG SHOUT OUT TO KIM... THANKS PRETTY GIRL!

MY CHATTIES LADIES.. THIS IS FOR YOU...

Rayna is kissing him. He is in Rayna's kitchen and she is kissing him. That is all he can think about. He is surprised at first but then begins kissing her back, but he soon feels her pull away.

"Oh my God! Deacon… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm doing." She is standing right in front of him, with her eyes wide open. She is about to turn around and walk out from the kitchen when he grabs her by her waist.

"Darling... Look at me… Ray," he whispers, with a look of undying love in his eyes. When Rayna finally looks up and into his eyes that is all she sees.

"Don't be sorry. Please… don't ever be sorry. I was trying so hard not to kiss you or to even think about it because I thought you didn't want me to. You took me by surprise. But don't be sorry Ray." He is rambling but he can't stop.

"You`re rambling," she says laughing at him.

"I`m not." He is aware of what he is doing but not willing to give in.

"Yes babe, you are." She can`t contain her laughter.

As he closes the space to get his body in as close proximity to her as he can, he asks her in a whisper, "you think it`s funny that I'm all nervous, right?"

He is standing so close; she can feel his breath, hot, in her ear. A shiver runs all the way through her body and she answers him with a gentle "yeah."

Suddenly his grip on her waist gets tighter and the lips that are near her ear are starting a soft and sweet expedition all the way to the corner of her lips.

She is frozen. She can barely breathe. As a spontaneous response to his actions, her hands find their way to his neck, slowly. Deacon takes a second to admire her, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. His lips are going back to her ear where he softly whispers, "I want you Ray".

He moves aside one of the bar stools and slowly guides her body so it is trapped between him and the counter top.

When her back hits the countertop, her eyes immediately open and she stares directly at his lips. Ever so slowly she moves to kiss him again, but she feels him pull his body away from hers just a bit. She lifts her eyes to his and raises her eyebrows questioning his movements. Before she can ask him anything, his hands leave her waist and start to unbutton the shirt she is wearing.

In that moment all words are thrown out the window and get lost in the midst of the storm that grows bigger as the minutes go by.

All of this brings back memories to them of that time together, not so long ago, when Rayna stood on his porch and declared her love for him.

As Deacon finishes with her buttons, he moves his hands bit by bit from the top of her shorts over her stomach and breasts, finally arriving to her shoulders where he takes the material of the shirt, takes a step closer to her and leans his whole body against her, his hands on the countertop.

Rayna can already feel how turned on he is and takes great pleasure in that. He gets this way just by touching her, he doesn`t even need a kiss. She is about to move her hands to remove Deacon's t-shirt when he stops her. "Not yet darling," he says and she obeys and moves her hands to his shoulders.

His lips are so close to hers. Deacon can feel her breath upon his and how quickly the rhythm of it has changed. He really wants to kiss her, but is trying to hold off on that kiss as long as he can. He desires to enjoy this moment because he already knows that the second her lips touch his, he will lose all willpower and control of the situation. To distract himself, his hands find their way to her shorts. He hooks his thumbs into the elastic and starts to pull them down Rayna's legs. He joins the trip his hands are taking down her legs with his entire body and leaves small kisses, first on her breasts, then her stomach, and finally all the way from the top of her thighs to her never ending legs.

She can't believe how turned on she is right now. Watching Deacon taking off her clothes with such softness is wrecking her nerves. She wants him to have his way with her so she stands still, never taking her eyes off of him.

After he pulls her shorts from her, he takes a step back just to admire her body clad in spectacular black underwear. He had almost forgotten how good she looks and how perfect she is.

He stretches his hand towards her. "Come here Ray".

She clasps her hand and asks, "Where are we going?"

As she starts to move he turns around to look at her and says, "Music room"

"Oh. Why?" she asks even though she already knows the answer.

"You have a big, comfortable couch there, don't you? Maybe it's time for us to use it." And with that he keeps walking, with Rayna trailing behind him.

She hurries up when she hears a clap of thunder and the wind blowing outside. For a moment he had succeed in taking her mind off of the storm.

When they arrive at the room he lets go of her hand and takes his t-shirt off. Rayna is standing right behind him; she can't take her eyes off of him. Damn, she loves how good he looks. He turns and looks at her. "What?" he asks her.

She just walks towards him, standing really close, without touching him. Her hands go directly to the button of his jeans. She works on his zipper; never breaking eye contact. She pulls his pants till they are crumbled up on the floor. He then takes a step forward; their bodies are fully in contact.

Deacon's hands slowly move to Rayna's face. Their breaths are starting to mingle; she is biting her lip on anticipation of what's to come. Just when their lips meet the lights go out...