THANKS TO MY LOVELY KIM, AS USUAL-
WHITNEY... THERE IS A FAINT LIGHT, JUST FOR YOU-
ENJOY!
"Deacon…?" she whispers desperately.
"I'm right here babe. I'm not going anywhere. Just hold my hand, ok? We're going to sit on the couch." Deacon's voice is strong; he is trying to reassure Rayna that everything will be alright. "Everything's fine, baby." Deacon feels like he is talking to a child, but he knows that this is the only way he can get Rayna to be calm.
"Now I'm going to move us to the couch, ok?" Rayna's grip on his hand instantly gets stronger. Deacon moves his other hand to Rayna's waist so they are standing side by side. Once they reach the couch, Deacon slowly sits them down.
"Baby, breathe, ok?" With the little light that comes in from a window he can see Rayna's face, how scared she is. He can't believe that after all these years a stormy night can affect her like this. Well, maybe he handles things in a different way. He has his meetings and his sponsor to talk to, but she doesn't talk that much about that part of their lives.
The night that Vince died a storm was hitting Nashville full force. There was wind, lighting and non- stop rain. She answered the phone that night and he was nowhere to be found. Panic was running through her body until he was located at some random bar. She was the one that gave him the news. They cried together that night. Both of them for the loss of a friend, but she also cried because he was once again throwing away everything he had worked for with a night out. Ever since that night it's been hard for Rayna to even sleep on a stormy night.
Deacon moves his hands to cup her face. "Rayna, nothing is going to happen. Everyone is going to be okay. I'm here with you honey."
With the little light in the room she can see Deacon's face, see that he is concerned for her. They never talk about that part of their story. It's not easy and they are finally in a place where they both acknowledge that they won't let the past guide their future, even if they are not together.
"Thanks for being here Deacon. I know I'm being silly, but you being here, it makes everything better," Rayna whispers. After that she moves her head to his shoulder and he wraps his arms around her. He moves his back to the couch and they both lie there in silence, taking the moment in.
After awhile, Deacon shifts his head and asks Rayna. "Do you want me to go and look for candles or a flashlight?" She lifts her head to try and look at his eyes. "Maybe the candles, I don't know where I put the batteries for the flashlight. But I'm coming with you!" With that, Deacon takes her hand and they both stand up. Rayna lets Deacon lead the way, but she wraps her arms around his waist from behind, which makes the walk a little difficult, but he is not going to complain; after all, Rayna's body is almost attached to his.
When they arrive in the kitchen Deacon steers Rayna to one of the bar stool and she sits down. "Stay here, ok? I'm going to light one of the candles for you."
"They're in the second drawer, to the left of the fridge. And so are the matches," Rayna tells him.
"Here they are." A second later, Deacon's features are illuminated by the flame of the candle. He goes over to where Rayna is sitting, placing the candle on the counter top and standing between her legs. His hands caress her face. "Hi Ray. You ok?"
Her hands are on his waist and her legs are wrapped around his legs, trapping him there. "Yeah, I'm ok." Really slowly she moves her lips towards his, and kisses him lightly. Her eyes are closed and when she opens them, the smile that is planted on Deacon's face makes her smile. He kisses her again, this time a deep and shameless kiss. She moans into the kiss and her hands start to move across his back, her nails lightly scrapping his skin.
The hands that have been on her face are now tracing a path through her long, wavy hair. She moves slightly from where she is sitting and her hips collide with his, making Deacon grumble in approval. When they break apart to take some air, their foreheads are pressing together and they both keep their hold on each other. "I should light more candles," is all Deacon can say in a low, sexy voice.
"No, you shouldn't. You should make love to me, right now," Rayna answers, her voice deep and full of desire.
Deacon unhurriedly presses kisses to her neck and asks, "You think I should?" He leaves one last kiss on her lips and looks straight into her eyes.
A devious smile draws onto her face. "I think you should. I mean, you could kiss me, take what's left of my clothes off. Maybe grab me and sit me on the counter or drag me to the floor. You could take your boxers off and just have your way with me. But only if you want to." Meanwhile, her hands play with the elastic of his underwear.
Seeing her with that smile and hearing those words leave her mouth, all he can do is play her game. "I think perhaps I should take your clothes off, sit you on the counter and possibly then... kiss you." His hands are already making their way to her back, playing with the clasp of her bra. Once her bra is unhooked, he moves his hands down to her ass and grabs her, pulling her even closer to him, so she can feel how turned on he is.
"As you wish," responds Rayna and she grabs his face, kissing him hungrily. She can't wait anymore or continue to play the game she's begun. Deacon responds to the kiss in the same way. Her hands go to his underwear and begin to pull them down while he reaches for the strap of her bra and takes it off of her.
Her lips leave Deacon's mouth and move to his neck, planting kisses from the base of his neck all the way to his ear, where she kisses his earlobe and bites him slightly causing Deacon to whimper and say "Oh, God. Ray. Baby." With a smile on her lips, she returns to kissing his.
Deacon's hands slowly make their way to Rayna's panties. He hooks his fingers on the elastic and pulls them down her long legs. Once they are both naked Deacon kisses Rayna. His hands are on her back pushing her against him leaving no space between. When he hears Rayna whimper from the contact, one of his hands moves to the front of her body and makes their way to her core, caressing her and feeling how wet she is.
"Deacon, babe. Let's do this, please." And that is all it takes for him to sit her on the counter to begin the lustful process of loving her.