Treacherous

by SparklingEnchantress

Tours, songwriting, bars, guitars, jealously, country music, drinking, family drama, and falling in love unexpectedly it's bound to be one hell of a ride. This is just my take on how Rayna and Deacon got together, and those eleven years they spent "more than dating".

10. Cowboys and Angels: Part 1

A/N: Howdy y'all so literally week to the day after I updated this the last time my life flipped upside. I was involved in a car accident that could've killed me, so between the emotional toll of that, college, and just life in general my plate has been packed quite high. However, that doesn't mean that I abandoned this story cause its quite the opposite actually i have been working hard on this chapter for a long time. Alright so this chapter kind of ran away from me and after chatting with some of my favorite ladies they convinced me to break this 30,000+ chapter in half. So, without further ado here is the first part of chapter 10..keep in mind any similarities to any other Deyna stories out there is completely unintended and all rights and praise belongs to them. Clearly I dont own Nashville or Deacon and Rayna for that matter cause if I did...well, let's just say their wardrobes wouldn't consist of much of anything at all. (;

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Chapter 10: Cowboys and Angels-Part 1

Monday, October 19th, 1992

It had been a chance occurrence that they both had a full day free. Free from Deacon's work at the bluebird, free from promoting the record and radio visits, completely free with no plans other than to spend it together. Either tangled up and sweaty, writing new material, or a bit of both. They had played a few shows with the band here and there over the past two weeks and today was their day, for some quality alone time. Rayna had come over late last night after Deacon had gotten home from the Bluebird and the couple just decide to let the day take them where it may.

"What about Gasoline and Matches?" Deacon pondered out loud while his fingers slid across the steel strings.

"For what?" Eyebrows scrunched together as Rayna assessed the sheet of paper in front of herself unsure where his suggestion had come from or what it was in reference to.

"For a song."

"The title?"

"The title." He agreed before shifting his eyes away from the magic his fingers were creating. "I just think that sounds cool, plus gasoline and matches together are dangerous."

"O-kay." Rayna had agreed her eyes glancing over at him as she heard the last bit of his explanation. "Yeah, yeah…that's true. So do you just wanna go from there and start with a title?" Asked Rayna curiously dressed in a pair of Deacon's boxers and one of his faded cut off rock t-shirts, her feet propped up on his legs a notebook flipped open in her lap as her hand scrawled itself across the white lined paper.

Deacon fiddled with his fingers along the frets of his guitar playing a major chord progression before smoothly transitioning to a minor one. "Yeah, it might be fun to play with." He'd remarked with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Okay, gasoline and matches." The hum on the TV, and Deacon's guitar picking was drowned out by the unmistakable ring of the phone, it caused Rayna to glance up from the notebook in her lap. She moved her feet off Deacon as he placed his guitar on the side of the couch and jumped up to answer it.

Doing her best to try and make out his words Rayna sighed and gave up. Unable to hear anything over the noise of the TV, all she managed to catch was a low murmuring of Deacon's voice. However, even though she wasn't able to make out the words she was able to hear the tone change in his voice. Who, was he talking to? He sounded excited, happy, and the last intonation of his voice seemed almost shy. It was driving Rayna nuts not to hear the exact words being exchanged from his side of the conversation. Sitting up a little Rayna leaned back against the arm of the couch straining to make out his words, catching the tail end of the conversation. "Sounds great, see you then. Love you."

Love you, who in the hell was he talking to? Rayna cursed under her breath glancing down at the notebook in her lap. She tapped her pen against the paper as Deacon strode back into the living room by her. He was wearing a smile and unaware of her questioning eyes as he sunk back into his previous spot. Rayna eyed him, her blood boiling with a combination of wonder and uncertainty to what had made him so happy. "What's with you? Who called?" She asked as she poked his ribcage with her big toe.

"That was my mom." Deacon answered as he reached across her body and lifted his guitar over the side of the couch.

"Oh, what'd she say?"

"Just that my sister is gonna be visiting this weekend so she asked if I'd be free, and able to come up."

"Are you gonna go?"

"Yeah, I think so, I mean I have Friday and Saturday off. Actually, I asked her if it'd be alright if I brought my girlfriend."

"You what?" That gained Rayna's attention, she sprung up from her slouched position eyes wide in shock.

"What?" He shrugged giving her a crooked smile, "babe, it's just a weekend…or we can just go up for dinner…I haven't seen my sister in ages."

The copper headed twenty year old chewed on her bottom lip trying to gather just what this kind of step would mean for their relationship. Deacon wanted to take her home with him, to his hometown, the place he grew up. Her heart thudded quickly in her chest at the mere thought of exploring the place that shaped the man sitting beside her, the man she was growing so deeply fond of.

"Wait so, it'd be for the whole weekend?" Questioned Rayna, her face twisting in confusion as she bent her legs inwards toward herself.

"Yeah…we'd probably leave late Sunday afternoon, or like I said…we could just go for dinner." His eyes swept over Rayna's appearance as he tried to read her, figure out what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers.

"Don't you have to work Sunday?" She asked while closing her notebook and tossing it onto the coffee table.

"I can probably find someone to pick up my shift."

"This is kind of a big step Deacon, I mean, we've only been dating for a little while."

"I get that, that's why I said we could just go up for dinner."

"But-I want you to be able to spend time with your family…can I just have some time to think about it?"

"O'course sweetheart, take your time." Offered Deacon with a smile and curved his hand around the neck of his guitar leaning back against the couch and returning to his random series of chord progressions. Quickly Deacon became absorbed with the music that his fingers were so carefully crafting, that he barely noticed that Rayna couldn't keep her eyes off of him. There was just something so attractive to her about him when he was like this, in his element, so at ease with his skill as he strung notes together and spun them around the room. The wheels in her head began to spin rapidly her hand snatching her notebook and pen back up as she scrawled the thoughts that were aligning themselves with the melody Deacon had created. Her eyes glazed over as his picking quickened her head nodded unconsciously along as her hand scribbled another line. "We're no good, just like gasoline and matches." Rayna sang out loud trying out the way their song title sounded on her tongue and attempting to create something more with it.

Shaking her head at the thought she drew a thick black line through the phrase she'd just sang. Deacon continued with his playing hoping to grind those wheels in her head, the pencil in her hand scratched against the paper as a thought flooded her. "Baby, baby, baby, baby, listen what I say." Hearing her new lyric choice forced a smile to his lips, "Baby, baby, baby, baby, let me have my way." Rayna licked her lips and tipped her head backward letting the wheels in her head spin around. "I'm gonna keep on knockin' till that door unlatches…baby, you and me are gasoline and matches." She completed a grin sprouting across her lips, at the way it had all sounded.

The energy in the room was electric, Deacon nodded his head to the words she sang to him. His picking on the strings of his Gibson never tighter or more bluesy than it was in that moment. It was a fun sound, one that the pair had never experimented with before. Deacon felt the song all the way down to his toes as he subconsciously tapped his foot along to the rhythm they had conjured up seemingly out of thin air. Their eyes met and he offered her a reassuring nod wanting her to continue to ride the stream of inspiration that she seemed to be on. "I need a glass of wine babe," she informed him feeling herself approaching a stalemate where inspiration was concerned and wanting some liquid encouragement.

"Ray, it's noon."

"Yes, and wine is made from grapes…its practically juice."

"Fermented grapes babe," he corrected with a lifted eyebrow laughing as she sprung up from the couch and scampered into the kitchen.

"Your point? You won't be complainin' when it starts yielding some quality lyrics."

"We'll just see about that," sliding his fingers along the steel strings Deacon's eyes flickered over to her open notebook and bit down on his lower lip returning to his playing. "Baby, baby, baby, baby…" his deep soulful voice tried, nodding to his internal dissection of phrases that could follow, "when it's cold and dark."

Hearing his contribution to the song caused Rayna to peek out from behind the refrigerator producing a bottle of red wine. Setting the chilled bottle onto the top of the counter she raised up to her tiptoes and opened one of the top cabinets retrieving a glass for herself. Since the apartment housed guys Rayna had discovered a few weeks ago that they didn't have typical wine glasses so she settled for a tall Nashville mug, one that those small touristy shops on Broadway sold. Popping off the cork Rayna poured some of the deep red liquid into her glass. Deacon's strumming had paused briefly as he jotted down the words he'd just sang.

"Baby, baby, you make me, you make me feel a spark," hit the air around them accompanied by the melody they'd established earlier. The beat caused her sway on her feet as Rayna nodded her head and made her way back into the living room by Deacon. While she sipped her wine, she collected her notebook and glanced over the lyrics on the page. Intrigued immensely by the new addition to the lyrics that Deacon had taken the liberty to make Rayna read the lyrics that hadn't yet been sung aloud.

"Yeah I feel a spark and the fire catches…You and me are gasoline and matches." They sang together as Rayna drank in the words that decorated the page of her journal. Taking a gulp of her wine she hummed lightly her pencil tapping against the sheets of paper in her lap. "You pull my pin and you trip my wire. You come in and set my heart on fire," they sang together Rayna establishing the melody and Deacon holding his own creating a harmony. "You knock me out, you rock me off my axis…You and me are gasoline and matches." Their voices blended together and they each wore delighted smiles, elated with the way their title tasted. "Baby, baby, baby, baby…" Rayna had sang starting off the next verse just as they had started the first but before she could sing another note that spark they'd sung about spurred out of control, and engulfed the both of them. It was like a forest fire had been ignited between them and from the simplest of sparks. The guitar clattered against Deacon's belt buckle scratching the wood in the process as they moved towards each other. Their lips clashed together sloppily latching onto one another, as if it were life or death. Tongues probed and prodded, as he quickly removed the guitar from his lap and blindly collected the mug from Rayna's grasp.

That look in his eye had definitely pulled the pin of her willpower right out from beneath her because she definitely was rendered powerless, there was no way she could resist him. When their lips broke apart, he sought out the natural curve of her neck the heat from his mouth making her squirm as she felt some of her girly parts start to tingle. Her right foot extended far enough that her toes brushed the coffee table curling over the edge as she propped her foot there leaving a gap for Deacon to fill. Without words he crawled between her parted legs his palms skimming across the bare flesh of her legs. Sliding his hands up rolled them around to the inside of her thighs inching his right hand higher until the tips of his fingers disappeared underneath the bottom of the boxers she wore. His teeth scrapped across the tender flesh of her neck lifting his head and finding her lips with his once again just as Deacon's index and middle finger found her wet center.

Grinning arrogantly against Rayna's lips he brushed his fingers back and forth against her folds, stroking her gently awakening her inner goddess while his tongue sank into her mouth. Flicking his tongue smoothly against hers Deacon sparked a battle for control between them. Rayna hand reached up her fingers brushing against his scruff before it trailed to the back of his neck willing his face to stay close to hers. The could was locked in a passionate exchange Deacon's body pressed firmly against hers causing her to loose her balance and of the two of them to tumble off the couch to the floor. The fall caused their lips to part briefly as they each groaned out in momentary pain from the unexpected crash. Removing his hand from the inside of the boxers she had on Deacon kneeled in front of her and looped his arms underneath her lower back and dragged her across the floor so that they weren't restricted to the small space between the coffee table and the couch. Once they were in a more open part of the living room Deacon reached up and tugged against the waistband of the boxers she wore shucking them from the lower quadrant of her body. Rayna's eyes couldn't leave his they were distracted by his movements and the way his eyes shined down at her, as he towered above her. Copper hair fanned out beneath her head looking somewhat like a halo, "god, you're so damn beautiful," he whispered out as he towered above her and slowly closed the space separating their bodies.

A red tint crept across her cheeks as a natural response to the words he had just spoken to her and the stare he'd fixed her with. Unable to mask the smile that cracked her facial features in half Rayna brought his lips back to her own kissing him deeply. Deacon's upper lip brushed the top of her bottom lip teasingly just before his lips entirely left hers and he began to leave a trail of sweet kisses down her body. While he did so Rayna fisted her hands in to his hair threading her fingers between the dark brown strands tugging back on it as his lips began to tease her chest and descend further down her body.

Deacon's tongue darted out and trailed across the valley between her breasts as he took her left breast into his mouth and swirled his tongue around her nipple. He made sure to provide each breast with their own undivided attention before he ventured elsewhere on her body. Leaving a flurry of butterfly kisses along her stomach Deacon left a raspberry just above her belly button which caused her to giggle and wiggle underneath him effectively loosing her hold on his hair and in turn making him laugh. Placing a kiss in the center of her waistline Deacon slowly brushed his lips across her skin until he reached her folds. Blowing against her wet entrance Deacon inched forward and placed a gentle kiss to her core, his tongue flicking out and stealing a taste of her and eliciting an approving sigh from Rayna. He knew she wanted more and instead of giving her what she wanted he pulled away his lips away from her and worked his way back up her body. Towering above her Deacon pressed his body fully against hers laughing into her mouth as he felt her eager hands fumble with ridding him of the thin material of his boxers. The head of his penis brushed against her core in a teasing fashion until he backed away from her and rested on his knees watching a frown cut across her features and a whimper escape her lips.

Rayna scooted her ass across the floor so that she could get closer to him bending her legs she sat close to him, waiting for him, watching him. His legs fully extended along the carpeted floor effectively caging her slender body between them. Scooting himself closer to her Deacon bent his knees so that they were practically nose to nose and slid her hands around to her ass lifting her off the ground and thrusting himself into her. Capturing her lips with his he twirled his tongue around her mouth and retracted it just before he felt teeth.

When he parted from her lips Deacon watched as her eyelids fluttered open, her blue orbs appeared to be darkened with a mixture of unhinged desire and desperate need. Rayna moved her body completely against his and bit down on her lower lip as her eyes scanned over his facial features, he was heartbreakingly handsome and to think he was all hers. She reached for his face, cupping both of his cheeks as her thumbs stroked his jaw line and she brought his lips back to hers. Needing another kiss, a kiss which he willingly obliged to give her. At first they kissed slowly their lips setting a tempo but the passion coursing through their veins, with every kiss, with every skim of fingers quickly took them over rearranging the tick of the metronome and the swiftness of their thrusts. As they parted for a breath he flexed his hips and gently eased out of her before pushing back inside. His eyes settled on the way her head tipped back as she allowed her walls to stretch and contract around his hard penis taking him in as a guest. Rocking his hips forward Deacon grinded against her his hand brushing her knees as he gazed at her in wonderment. Her face softened under his gaze and her breathing shifted as he began to move with more conviction inside of her. Not being able to resist the urge any longer his fingers tangled in her hair as he pressed a head spinning kiss to her lips.

With a slight gyration of his hips Deacon's penis explored her depths making a slight figure eight motion inside her. Their bodies came together as her hips grinded against his and their chests pressed firmly into one another. The intamicy of their sex was extremely intense, what with the proximity of their bodies not to mention the unwavering eye contact that held them together as he thrusted deep inside of her.

As if on cue they both moaned in response to the most recent tilt of his hips. Deacon's fingers were still tangled in her magical auburn curls and he used the hold to his advantage as he brought her body as physically possible as he handle. With Rayna practically straddling his waist she felt every upward thrust he ever made. Groaning loudly Rayna rocked her hips into his aggressively meeting him thrust for thrust. Knowing this escapade was as solely theirs Rayna left bits herself sprayed across the living room floor lost in Deacon"s scent..the taste of his skin.

She looped her arms underneath his armpits and pulled his upper body so that his chest rolled against hers. Their breaths intermingled since they were so close and Rayna rotated her hips in th opposite direction that Deacon was moving causing him to groan as he grinded against her with more vigor.

"Damn babe," he panted out as he swiveled his hips and continued to pump himself deep inside of her. Untangling his finger from her hair and brushing it back as he drew her in and stole her breath right from her lungs kissing her deeply.

Rayna moaned into his mouth in agreement, he felt amazing. Countering his tempo Rayna grinded against him her finger tips distracted as they danced across his tanned skin. She felt his upward thrusts start to increase and her body reacted in the normal manner bucking towards him only spurring him on further as he drove relentlessly into her darkest depths. "Ahh" she moaned ouy loudly as her hands clutched tightly to his shoulder blades, her whole body arched into his. Rayna's breasts rubbed against his pecs with every labored intake of air she took. With several more deep body blowing thrusts Deacon had skillfully hit her undoing and caused an erpution of gasped breaths, mumbled curse words, and other incoherent words before her lips began attacking all the skin she could manage to reach in their current position.

The moment he felt her body sudder against his and her walls squeeze around him her stilled inside of her allowing her the chance to ride out her orgasm. Deacon brushed his fingers feather lightly up and down her legs mesmerized by the scene that was unfolding before his was breathtakingly beautiful to him to see her face contort with pleasure that he had given her, and he had a front row seat to this magic. Reaching forward his hand craddled the back of her neck and he brought her face to his. Their lips brushed together in a tender union before passion quickly took them over and Deacon used it as a divergent as he began to move inside of Rayna once more. With several quick pointed thrusts he made his intent perfectly clear and Rayna tipped her hips in order to help him reach his own peak. She rotated her hips in a counter clockwise motion which challenged his. All it took was a few more slow deep thrusts inside of her and he fell over the edge calling out her name in ecstasy. His breathing was heavy and he lent his entire body against Rayna's as they clung to one another in a lover's embrace. The couple stayed like thay for a little while until Rayna applied a bit of her weight to him and caused the two of them to tumble down to the carpeting. Deacon's back met the carpeting as his fingers racked through her tousled waves the smell of berries wafting from it and intoxicating him.

They laid together limbs tangled like roots on a the ground breathing raggedly as their chests collided together. The couple stayed linked together for several minutes bodies melted against one another glistening with small beads of sweat as they laid entwined and naked on the living room floor. Deacon stared at the ceiling while he held her body protectively close to himself giving them a chance to regain their normal breathing.

Upon them finally coming down from their highs Rayna carefully stepped around the apartment scurrying to Deacon's bedroom to retrieve a bra knowing Vince would be home soon and not wanting him to get more than what he bargained for when he walked through the door. Deacon was in the process of redressing himself when she reappeared in the living room clad in the pair of boxers she had been wearing before and a bra. Running to join him she accepted the faded rock t-shirt from his hand and pulled it over her upper body grabbing her mug of wine and taking a seat on the couch by Deacon.

"Did you take your pill today babe?" Spilled from his lips with a curious undercurrent as she took a sip of her glass of wine that had been left unattended when they got caught up in the passion of the moment.

"Mhmm" she confirmed as she swallowed her sip of wine and leaned back against the arm of the couch and placed her half full glass of burgundy liquid onto the coffee table.

"So, babe, what'da wanna do tonight?"

With a raise of her shoulders to her ears Rayna laid on the couch twirling a lock of hair aimlessly around her pointer finger her eyes distracted by the motion picture splashed across the old television set. "This…I just wanna lay here," she informed him as a small smile played over her slightly swollen lips.

Deacon couldn't help but laugh "and what about dinner? You don't wanna go out and grab something?"

"Well, that would require me to put on actual clothes and…" her voice trailed off her eyes big and unwavering.

"Oh, okay we'll stay in…let me just go check what we've got in the house to fix." Moving from his end of the couch Deacon lifted her feet from his lap and dropped them gently onto the cushions. He blocked her view of the motion picture momentarily as he walked in front of the television set and made his way into the kitchen.

"Or we could order in." Chimed Rayna from her station on the couch sprawling out even more by elongating her body so that it covered the entirety of the couch.

"And what would you like to order darlin'?"

"Chinese." Rolled simply from her tongue as she reached for Deacon's song book that was flipped open carelessly on the floor next to his guitar. There was a long unintentional line marring the white paper and cutting across some lyrics. It was a mark that had formed when the sexual tension and desire all became too much. She couldn't help but smile while a soft red tint crept onto her cheeks as her finger traced the rough line, being sprung out of her thoughts as the door swung open and Vince stumbled in. He dropped his guitar case next to the door and let out a long sigh.

"Hey y'all…Rayna it's good to see you haven't moved much Rayna." Vince had said his voice dripping with suggestion and a hint of playfulness.

"Shut up Vince!" Rayna replied quickly from her spot on the couch. "But, ya know…I can't help it yalls couch is so comfortable." Her voice was a mix of sarcasm and genuine sincerity while she carefully lifted her glass from the table and enjoyed another gulp.

"Right…I'm sure that's it." He replied with a smirk before shooting Deacon a knowing look. "So what did y'all do today?"

"Oh, just some writing." She answered for both of them her eyes consumed with the lyrics she and Deacon had managed to string together.

"Yeah? Did y'all write anything good…or was there too much distraction for any that?"

"Vince!" Sliced the air, rolling of Deacon's tongue in a warning tone his eyes showcasing no amusement.

"I'm just sayin'" he said with a sly smile as he walked towards his bedroom.

"Well, Deacon…he is quite distracting." Rayna called after Vince as she pushed herself up against the arm of the couch. "Vince we're gonna order some Chinese ya want some?"

Peeking his head out from his bedroom Vince smiled almost like a child on Christmas morning "sure, get me some sesame seed chicken, fried rice…and oh, and egg rolls."

"Did you hear that babe? Don't forget the egg rolls!" Bellowed Rayna from her station on the couch as she tipped her head back and caught sight of him shuffling around some takeout menus that he and Vince had collected over time.

"Egg rolls, sesame seed chicken, and fried rice for Vince, got it!"

"Thanks man!"

With a nod of his head Deacon moved around the kitchen grabbing the cordless phone off its' base "no problem…hey, you should come and hang out with us."

"Yeah, you should!" Agreed Rayna as she glanced up from the lyrics in her lap. After all it was Vince's home too and it was only right that he should feel welcomed to spend time with them. Especially since Rayna had been spending a lot of her free time over at their place. She definitely didn't want him to feel like he was getting gypped of his time with his best friend.

"I just might. Give me a few minutes."

"Alright," Deacon offered in understanding nodding his head as he stepped around the island in the kitchen and moved into the living room by Rayna. Grateful to hear that she was on board with the three of them spending time together.

The bombshell didn't bother to shift her eyes away from the lyrics she was analyzing instead she curled her legs under herself to allow Deacon to sit back down next to her. "Babe, I really like this line.." grabbing a pencil she underlined the line she was referring to and handed the book over to him. Blue eyes had never been more absorbed in a series of words before, both pairs of eyes reading, analyzing, and contemplating.

"Me too." He agreed quietly before leaning over the notebook between them and planting a spine tingling kiss to her lips. They exchanged several heated kisses before Vince's voice broke them apart. He grabbed a beer from the fridge asking both Deacon and Rayna if either of them wanted one before he joined them in the living room. Rayna scooted across the couch collecting her notebook and closing it as she tucked herself alongside of Deacon in order to make space on the couch for Vince to sit down. To help pass the time while they waited for their Chinese takeout the three watched whatever cheesy film was on TV. Both Deacon and Vince laughed at the crude jokes that had been subtly thrown into the film, leaving Rayna slightly unimpressed and she jabbed Deacon a few times when she found the joke incredibly rude or offensive. Each jab she delivered though only seemed to fuel light hearted bickering between the pair which made Vince roll his eyes. Shaking his head at his girlfriend Deacon glanced over at his best friend and kicked his foot that was propped up on the coffee table, "so, where ya been these last few days man?"

"Oh, a gentlemen never shares the details of his conquests."

"Since when have you ever been a gentlemen?" Deacon asked his best friend his voice laced with humor.

"I guess you're right." Vince paused taking a swig from his can of beer that he cradled.

Reading into his silence Rayna smirked and bumped her shoulder into Vince's. "Well- spill, who is she?"

"Uh- actually… I've kinda been hangin' with Tandy, a lot."

"Wait, what? Tandy…no." Spat Rayna in disbelief sandwiched between the best friends shaking her head, adjusting her position a few times, and raking her fingers through her hair before she fixed her eyes back to Vince. "Like as in my sister Tandy?" Her eyes grew almost too large for their sockets as she awaited his response.

"Yeah, she's-she's a real wild one, that girl."

Swat. Her hand connected with the back of Vince's head serving as the first initial blow that was delivered prior to any words being squeaked out of Rayna's mouth. "Eww, Vince! I don't need…or want to hear about you and my sister's sex life."

This statement caused Vince to chuckle and Deacon to mask a smirk. "And…princess, I'd prefer not to literally hear any of the sex life you have with my best friend, but we don't always get what we want."

To his words she giggled softly her jaw dropping before she found an adequate hideout between Deacon's shoulder and the couch cushion, effectively shielding her face from them. Both guys chuckled lightly about what had just been revealed, it was no shocker to Deacon that Vince had heard them the walls in their apartment weren't exactly sound proof and Rayna wasn't exactly quiet either. The moment however, was quickly broken up by the buzz of the intercom followed by a hallow knock on the door. Deacon jumped to his feet to answer the door and Vince spotted him with enough cash which aided him with more than enough for the tip.

After the door closed Rayna inhaled deeply filling her nostrils with the distinct aroma of their Chinese take out. Her stomach reacted instantly by making a questionable gurgling sound that could've been mistake of a braying donkey. The noise pierced the air of the apartment and caused all three of them to break out into fits of laughter, jokes being tossed in between gasps of air. Stepping carefully around the coffee table Rayna collected the boys' empty beer cans, she shoved both boys, and then walked into the kitchen disposing of their cans. Pulling open the door of the refrigerator Rayna's hand darted in and grabbed two fresh beers for them before refilling her own mug with red wine. Vince moved from the couch and retrieved plates making his way back into the living room with them where Deacon unloaded cartons of Chinese. Once they were all reassembled around the coffee table, they each filled their plates with Chinese and managed to catch the climax of the film they had turned on earlier. Besides the clatter of silverware against plates and the action happening on the television set their dinner went by relatively quiet. The movie came to a predictable close as Deacon passed out fortune cookies. Carefully tearing the plastic wrap lose Rayna cracked her fortune cookie in half and tugged out the small piece of paper that laid inside. "Do not follow where the path may lead. Go where there is no path...and leave a trail" was what her paper read. Rayna contemplated the 'fortune' briefly until the boys exasperation and unimpressed hoots of laughter rang out. These weren't fortune's they were just sayings. Tossing the piece of paper to the coffee table it crisscrossed with boy's forgotten fortunes while they each scampered off getting more beer and guitars. Unfolding her legs Rayna used her palms to push herself off the couch and took the opportunity to stack their used plates and carry them to the kitchen where she deposited them into the sink. A guitar riff that she'd never heard panged the air and caught her ear as she clutched the open bottle of red wine and brought it with her into the living room.

Half eaten cartons of takeout littered the coffee table as Rayna took a seat cross legged on the floor watching the boys interaction and playing carefully. They each cradled guitars in their laps and plucked out complex riffs. Riffs that her inexperienced fingers would certainly bleed at the mere attempt at trying to master. Between chords, slides, and a few reoccurring riffs the boys ping-ponged melodies off one another creating a sound that was haunting and caused a ripple of goosebumps to take refuge on her porcelain skin. They paused a moment to rewet their pipes, clinking their beer cans together silently toasting their greatness as they each tipped beer down their throats. Rayna lifted her own mug that was filled with wine and downed some alcohol herself. There was a silent understanding a musical connection binding them altogether in that moment, in that room. And just like a mood ring, as they returned to their strumming, the sound had done a 360 and changed completely. The melody was now driven by an upbeat and catchy tempo and seemed to have lost any trace of it's hauntingly angsty undertones. Bobbing her head to the new beat Rayna discovered that it was quickly ingraining itself in her veins it was that good. Flipping open her notebook to a fresh page Rayna scribbled down a couple of conjunctions and metaphors that intrigued her and that maybe she could use sometime. They continued on this way for sometime just allowing the music to completely absorb into their blood and soar them to another world.

Nearly two bottles of red wine and a case of beer later the three musketeers laid on the carpeted floor of the cluttered living room closer with each other than ever before after their writing session. Each one of them cradled a string instrument freshly mellowed out from the alcohol and feeling particularly silly. Rayna's hand lazily strummed over the stretched cow skin membrane on the frame of the banjo loosely slung over her midsection. Giggles poured out of her mouth as Vince leaned against her and clumsily shifted her index finger along the strings on the narrow neck, encouraging her to loosen her grip on the neck of the instrument. This action naturally made Deacon rattle off some remark about Vince keepin' his hands off his woman, and that comment only gained another eruption of giggles to tumble out from all of their mouths. The past hour they'd been trying to teach Rayna how to play a few rolls on the banjo and it wasn't working out well. Taking in a lung full of air Rayna's head rolled from side to side feeling heavy from all the alcohol that was swimming through her blood stream. She tipped her head towards the left so that it lent against Deacon's shoulder. Her eyelids drooped, causing her vision to blur as her eyes became mere slits, as the booze blanket that swaddled her like a newborn took over her body. As drowsiness began to settle in Rayna began to fade in and out, the boys' conversation sounding garbled and their words started to make little to no sense to her as she strained to keep her eyes open. Wedged between the two gentlemen Rayna finally allowed her eyelids to seal up but still attempted to hold on to any last bit of consciousness that she had within herself as she listened intently to the stories of a regaled past. A time that she wasn't apart of, their enthusiasm made it easy for her to get a vivid picture in her mind and Rayna found herself right there with them reliving that moment, in this place the boys had so clearly created for her. Their voices died out and the last thing she recalled before her entire world went black was the minimal weight of the banjo being lifted from her midsection.

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Wednesday, October 21st, 1992

Stationed at the kitchen island with a mug of steaming black coffee and a smeared poppy seed bagel Tandy looked up when Rayna strolled in dressed in a flannel that was far too oversized on her thin frame to be hers and a pair of torn leggings. "Hey sis, haven't seen much of you lately."

"I know, sorry, I've been busy." Fell from her lips as she glided with ease around the kitchen retrieving a mug of her own and pouring some coffee into it. Her slender fingers curled over the cuffs of the flannel she wore feeling the warmth sky rocket through her as she sipped her caffeine.

"Or gettin' busy."

"Tandy!" Cried Rayna nearly spitting out her sip of coffee.

"What?" She lifted an eyebrow at her sister from across the island.

"Nothing," with a shake of her head Rayna stepped gingerly around the kitchen, "so was that Vince's car I saw in front of the house when I got home last night?"

"Maybe." Tandy said coyly as she offered her younger sister a shrug of indifference and didn't bother to shed any more light on the subject. "Anyway, on a more serious note…how are things goin' with Deacon?"

Upon her older sister's less than reveling disclosure Rayna glared across the island at Tandy unconvincingly, a grimace capturing her face. However, at the mention of Deacon, a smile replaced the grimace she wore. "They're goin' I mean, he's-wonderful…like really fantastic."

Tandy watched her younger sister's eyes glaze over in what she perceived as a mixture of adoration and genuine affection. But Rayna's incessant fidgeting was what caught her attention the most. "Yeah? Well, what's going on then?"

Rayna sighed, filled with mixed feelings over the fact that Tandy had caught on to her small nonverbal communication. Part of her was upset that she'd been so obvious and the other half of herself was happy that her sister had picked up on her behavior. "Um, well Deacon invited me to go away with him for the weekend…" as she paused she glanced over at Tandy who nodded, eyes wide with confusion as to why this was an issue, "to visit his parents."

"Ahh…and you don't want to, meet his folks?" Questioned Tandy with her signature lifted eyebrow that was so alike to their mother's it scared Rayna sometimes.

"No, no…I do. Its just-"

"Its just what?" Tipping her head to the side Tandy eye-balled her sister expectantly lifting up half of her bagel and taking a bite from it and washing it down with a sip of coffee.

"Doesn't it seem a bit early?"

"Oh, no…especially not after y'all toured together for four months."

"I guess…but-what if they hate me?" Her index finger circled the rim of her coffee mug, her eyes distracted by the circular motions it was making. Lost and distracted by thoughts that were tangled like Christmas lights inside her head, only getting more tangled and knotted as different scenarios entered into her consciousness and sprinted full force around and around.

"Sweetheart, they're not gonna hate you, I promise." Tandy pushed herself out of her chair and walked around the island. She tucked a strand of hair behind Rayna's ear and brushed a kiss to the side of her head. "Alright I gotta go, will I be seeing you tonight?"

"Thanks Tandy, and um…I'll have to get back to you on that one." The sisters exchanged a look and Tandy chuckled at her sister before she headed out the door. Leaving a distraught Rayna at the kitchen island gnawing on her bottom lip.

XXX

Primped and polished Rayna resembled somewhat of a country Barbie as she strolled into the Bluebird, she waved at the hostess who scurried towards the chime of the bells, no doubt ready to inform the new occupant that they weren't open yet. Once the hostess recognized who it was that walked through the door she bit her tongue, "hey Rayna! Here to see Deacon?"

"Yeah, there's just somethin' I need to talk to him about…it'll only take a minute."

"Ah, I think he was in the back unloading the beer truck." The hostess Carol informed with a smile.

"Oh, okay thanks." Stepping around some tables Rayna began to journey towards the back of the Bluebird. She ducked her head so that her eyes were trained on the floor ahead of her, focused on the steps she was taking.

Even with her tipped down he knew he spotted her from a mile away, he rounded the corner of the bar and grinned. The way her loose ringlets swayed against her shoulders as she walked towards the back, made him swear she was like a breath of fresh air. "Hey darlin'," Deacon greeted, not being able to contain himself as he set the case of beer he'd just brought in down onto the bar top. Sidestepping around the bar he took her hand and brought her body closer to himself, "I wasn't expecting to see you tonight."

"I know…" as their bodies approached one another's his lips met hers silencing her before she could continue. Once they parted she smiled and brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

"What's goin' on?" Deacon inquired concern flooding his facial features.

"So, uh…if I were to say yes, to this weekend…we'd spend the whole weekend at your parents house?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

His face twisted together and he shook his head seemingly in shock by the word that his brain had just registered. Did he hear her correctly? "Wait, is that you sayin' you're comin' ?"

Seeing him squirm around antsy for her response made her giddy inside, he was adorable. "Well, I couldn't very well say no, now could I?" A wide smile curved her lips upward in one of those almost painfully face splitting smiles.

"Well, you could-"

Shaking her head vigorously she cut him off, "but, I wouldn't, I really wanna go."

"Great!" He dropped her hand that he held loosely in his before his arms securely looped around her waist and he brought her body so that it curved naturally against his placing a kiss to her lips.

When they parted for a brief second she spoke softly against his lips in a hopeful tone, "see you tonight?"

"I close tonight…are you sure ya wanna wait up?"

"Of course babe. Ya gonna sneak in through the window again?" Teased Rayna while her fingers skimmed over the top of his jeans, her thumbs hooking in the belt loops as she stepped even closer to him. Her hips skidded in a teasing manner against his, their clothes offering friction.

"Oh, you liked that? I thought you said that kinda thing was cheesy?"

"Well-"

"Hey you two love birds stop mackin'…Deacon has a shift to get back to." Danny had interjected, he was one of the managers, and doubled as a bar-back when they were short staffed.

Hearing the manager yoller at them to quit macking on each other caused Rayna to instinctively back away from Deacon. Making sure that there was a clear physical distance between their bodies she bowed her head in order to avoid the manager's eyes. Deacon laughed heartily and shook his head reaching out and taking her hand in his. Her slim fingers curled around his much larger ones and while he ran his thumb over her knuckles he coaxed her to meet his gaze. The couple shared a secret smile before he lifted her hand up to his lips and planted a kiss to the back of it, "until tonight."

A screech of giggles escaped her lips as she leaned forward and brushed a kiss to Deacon's cheek her head nodding in agreement. Shooting a sideways glance towards the bar Rayna lifted her arm and waved, "see ya Danny!"

XXX

Thump. Thump. Ping. Thump. Rayna glanced up from the magazine she was aimlessly flipping through and tossed it to the floor next to her nightstand before she lifted herself off her bed and walked over to the window. Shielding some of the light from her line of vision Rayna peered out into the late night checking for the source of the noise, and right there he was just below her window sill. Giggles escaped her lips, shaking her head at him as he mounted the side of the house and began to lift himself to her window. Moving quickly Rayna unlatched the lock on her window and pushed it up all the way a cool surge of air plummeting in at her. Poking her head out the window she smirked seeing Deacon grab hold of the window sill and hoist himself the rest of the way up. Stepping to the side of the window Rayna smiled as he squirmed through the opening. His palms pressed back against the wall as he used the flat surface to push himself fully into her room. Deacon tumbled onto the floor in front of her and once he was completely in she turned back towards the window pulling it closed and securing the lock again.

Before she had the chance to turn around his arm looped around her midsection as he brought her body back against his, his lips tracing the curve on her neck. "Hmm, hello" she whispered as she tipped her head to the opposite side allowing Deacon all the access in the world.

He inhaled her scent mumbling against her soft flesh, "hi, I didn't wake you did I?"

The feeling of his lips traveling up the side of her neck until he reached her ear caused her to shiver. "No," her hand curved over his that had a firm hold on her midsection "you didn't wake me."

"Good," spinning her in his arms so she faced him, Deacon planted a gentle kiss to her lips, Rayna tipping her head back to smile up at him. Carefully she lifted her hands up and the back of her fingers brushed against the line of buttons on his flannel before they slowly began to pop the buttons out of place. Once it laid open she pushed the material off his broad shoulders the palm of her hand curving over the bone as it glided to the floor. After the plaid shirt littered her floor Rayna brushed a kiss to his lips and turned, walking around the foot of her bed Rayna pulled back the covers slipping between the sheets. Climbing under the sheets Rayna felt the mattress dip and leaned up on her elbows in order to flick off the light on her night stand plunging them into darkness. Deacon smiled through the blackness and sat on the edge of her bed for a second as he kicked off his boots. Moving to his feet Deacon's hand reached to the front of his jeans and he unbuckled his belt undoing the button and removing his jeans. Gathering the denim off the floor Deacon folded them in half and dropped them next to his boots swiveling on the balls of his feet and slipping beneath the sheets by her. When she felt the sheets and comforter lift and the mattress sink under the added weight Rayna shifted underneath the covers and inched her body closer to his leaning up to allow her lips to brush his. This only sparked a long drawn out goodnight kiss. When she finally managed to detach her lips from his she smirked and brushed another peck to his lips whispering, "goodnight."

"Night," returned Deacon as he snuck a final kiss from her lips and settled into the warmth the sheets and comforter were providing, his arms linked around Rayna's body as she turned her body so that he spooned her backside. As he felt her body relax in his arms it caused him to relax completely too. Subconsciously his hand skidded up and down the side of her right thigh. The lack of clothing she wore on her legs caused his fingers to have full skin on skin contact. Skidding up and down the silky smooth flesh of her thighs, he caressed the her skin lovingly.

She felt him rear up against her ass, and even with her eyelids shielding her eyes she backed into him which only spurred him on, ultimately offering an open invitation. Rayna felt the distinctive feeling of his large fingers skimming across the bare flesh of her right thigh. Up and down. Side to side. Imprinting tiny invisible hearts and other incoherent shapes into her skin.

His hand traveled around her hip and curved over her midsection gliding further down. Passing her belly button Deacon continued his downward progression and slid lower yet. Discovering her most intimate body part clothed and shielded from him.

"Mmm" her ass backed into Deacon's front grinding her backside against him having a hard time deciphering between what was real and what was a dream. It all felt so real but she was on the cusp of surrendering to the dark abyss of dreamland.

A smile formed against her skin as Deacon nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. "Yeah?"

"Deacon," she mumbled sounding awfully awake and coherent.

Taking that as his invitation, Deacon dipped his hand into the front of her silk lace panties, his fingers skimmed over her pubic bone and trailed lower. When he reached her core he allowed his fingers to fiddle and stroke over her bundle of nerves before they glided lower and her inserted a single heavy finger inside of her. Twirling it around within her depths Deacon stroked her inner walls feeling her body naturally react to his touch.

Rayna hummed but didn't offer any other words which caused Deacon to slowly retract his fingers from teasing her folds. This action however, garnered a whimper to escape her lips. "What babe?" Deacon whispered directly into her ear his lips brushing a kiss behind her ear as he trailed his tongue across the outline of it, "want me to stop?" His voice was husky and low drenched with lust.

"Ugh, no…please don't stop."

"I thought you were tired? That you wanted to sleep." Inch by inch Deacon dropped his hand back down her toned belly, until his fingers reached her sex. He let his fingers to hover over her before tentatively trailing them up and down her slickened clitoris and then down to her lower lips. This action rewarded him with a pleasurable sigh to come out the back of Rayna's throat. The way her ass grinded against his front and the feel of the way her curves spooned perfectly against his no doubt about it had turned him, he wanted her, hell he always wanted her and what better way to end the day?

"I want you," whispered out of her lips reaching behind herself and tugging his boxers off his hips, her inner goddess calling the shots no matter what story of exhaustion her bones were spinning.

That three word phrase was all Deacon needed to hear from her and his thumbs hooked into either side of her panties as he shed them from her body. Once the silk material was off her frame he skimmed his palms smoothly up her legs reaching the hem of her shirt and pealing it over her head. Rayna raised her arms shivering as the cotton removed her of the last bit of clothing she had on. They each laid together naked facing the same direction, his right hand ventured around her hips and traveled down her body until he reached his destination. Evaluating the dampness between her thighs Deacon knew she was as good as ready for him. No words were exchanged as he reached around and grasped himself, tilting his hips forward towards her. As he did so Rayna backed her ass up into him causing him to sink deep inside of her. Inhaling her scent Deacon allowed them each the opportunity to adjust to one another before he began to rock his hips against hers.

His hands curved around her hip bones holding her to himself as he thrusted into her from behind concocting some sort of rhythm for them. Rayna helped him along by moving her ass backward and then grabbed a hold of his hands and brought them to her sides. Taking a hint Deacon's finger nails skimmed over her rib cage feeling the bones that were hidden only by layer of tight flesh. Looping his arms around her body his hands gathered each one of her breasts in his palms. Giving each one of her breasts equal attention Deacon massaged them, kneaded them, while his index finger on each hand circled the nipples on each breast.

With his hands on her, teasing her sensitive buds Rayna arched her back which caused her ass and chest to conveniently skid closer to him. Using his lips to caress her, Rayna brand her skin with it as he used his thumb and index finger to flick her nipples. Skillfully Deacon drove into her building them up surprising her when he lightly pinched her nipples bringing them to a hard point. Feeling first hand what his simple touch was able to do to her body caused him groan as he pulled her body back against his own. From the quickness of ramming back against his front Rayna moaned tipping her head back so that it nudged against his shoulder. The curves of her body molded and melted perfectly along his front as he pounded in and out of her.

"You feel so good baby," Deacon cooed directly into her ear his tongue poking out and dipping playfully into her ear before he retracted it. With their bodies so close Deacon didn't have to do too much in order for them to maintain a slow steady lovers pace.

"Mmm," hummed Rayna agreeing with him while her palms covered his and brought both of his hands to the front of her body. Resting Deacon's and her palms on her flat tummy Rayna wove her fingers of her left hand between the spaces of his and let their left hands stay stationary on her hip. However, Deacon couldn't quite keep his hands still and brushed their laced fingers against her skin.

Rayna guided their right hands down her midsection and past her waistline, as their digits skimmed over her pubic bone releasing his right hand she allowed him the leniency to stroke her in any way he'd like. Deacon moaned into her shoulder as Rayna guided his hands across layout of her body. His fingers danced tauntingly across the top of her sex before he dipped his hand lower and used his thumb to trace her clit, swirling her wetness around while he plowed deep inside of her.

"Ahh," she breathed out absorbing every thrust and every touch of his fingertips.

Moving with languorous thrusts Deacon tossed her ringlets over her shoulder with his left hand and dropped a flurry of kisses against the back of her neck. His hands were busy exploring some of her most tucked-away private parts making her moan in approval to his touch. As always his touch was sensational but it could be a tad better if he would just-instead of explaining herself Rayna's right hand slipped over the top of Deacon's silently instructing his two fingers to wedge between her clitoris and stroke her that way. Her own hand applied pressure and aided Deacon with his stroking showing him just want she wanted.

Having her instruct him in this way was totally erotic and so extremely hot. Wiggling his index and middle finger between her clit Deacon stroked her working against her as he continued to move inside of her. Burying his head in the curve of her neck Deacon scrapped his teeth against the flesh lifting the fingers of his left hand up allowed Rayna's fingers to curl into his palm as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Keeping their hands in this intimate hand hold Deacon heard her breathing shift and deiced that maybe it was time to increase their tempo. He rocked his hips into hers faster thrusting in and out feeling himself building higher too. With expertise his fingers switched their strokes against her clit and the new tempo of his thrusts caused her body to shiver into his as she let out a breathy moan in the process.

Their breathing matched as Deacon rammed into her from behind knowing that they were both edging toward an explosive pay out. Loosing his grip on her hand Deacon skimmed his fingers against her soft skin while his other hand continued to stimulate her bundle of nerves. "Deac-" Rayna hoffed out her head tilting back causing troughs of copper hair to smoother his face.

"Ugh, Ray babe…feel it." Encouraged Deacon as he pumped himself deep inside of her, brushing her hair out of his face.

And that was exactly what she did, she felt every insanely body bowing thrust and stroke that he offered her. With several more quick thrusts Deacon had them falling over the edge together reaching their peaks in unison, which had been a first for them. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the muscles in her stomach tightening as the walls surrounding him clamped down around him. They cried out together as Deacon poured himself into her, Rayna's cry of ecstasy coming out nearly a whole octave above Deacon's. His arms around her as he buried his head in the curve of her neck dotting kisses to her skin holding her securely against himself as each of their worlds shattered. All that was heard through the darkness was their ragged breathing and before either one could say a word they had drifted off together, snuggled up and still connected.

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Friday, October 23rd, 1992

"Ray, you gotta be kidding me…we're only going for the weekend, not a month." Retorted Deacon while he assessed the luggage that was lined up by the door when Deacon arrived at Tandy's duplex to pick Rayna up.

Appearing from around the corner Rayna wagged a finger at him, "hush yourself, I want options."

With an eye roll Deacon laughed before saying, "well, then you should have something in all this mess, that'll be decent for Church."

Her foot falls slowed and she paused in her tracks eyes large as she gazed up at him "church?"

"Yeah, it's a Sunday tradition."

"What do I wear…like it is super dressy or?"

"I'm sure you've got something packed in this big ol' suitcase that'll do just fine."

"Yeah? Hmm, ya know maybe I should go back through it and just make sure I've got somethin' suitable for Church."

"Oh, no no…" lifting her suitcase that was bursting at the seams off the floor Deacon moved towards the door. "I am taking this bag and putting it in the truck and then we're leavin' we're already late as it is."

Her jaw dropped and she glared at his retreating figure as he walked out the front door with her suitcase clasped in his hand. The tendons in his hand strained against the skin slightly while he walked out of the door. Shaking her head Rayna stepped around the island in the kitchen and grabbed her purse off the stool slinging it onto her shoulder. Biting down on her lower lip she searched the kitchen for a piece of discarded paper, coming up empty handed caused her to improvise. Rayna tore off a paper towel and grabbed a sharpie off the counter, scrawling out a note for Tandy.

"Come on babe, we gotta get a move on."

Glancing up from the paper towel Rayna capped the sharpie and dropped it back to the counter. "I'm comin'." Deacon held the door open for her as she passed the threshold and stepped onto the porch and pulled the door closed behind herself. Pushing back against the closed door Rayna ensured that it was locked and then hooked her arm in Deacon's as they walked over to his truck. Releasing her hold on his arm they each made their way to their respective sides of the truck and climbed in. The engine screamed as he started it up and the floor board rattled the slightest under their feet. They each tugged their seat belts across their bodies and clicked them into place before Deacon's arm reached across the seat and he guided his truck out of the drive way. Through a series of blurred practically side-by-side houses, stoplights, neon bar signs, and street musicians the pair had inched out of Nashville, and became surrounded by open road with an old Waylon cassette tape as their guide. After listening to both sides of the cassette it kicked out and Rayna instantly leaned forward futzing with the radio dial. They had been on the road for a good hour so far and the time had passed seamlessly, as they sang along to the Waylon cassette harmonizing together until it kicked back and they were meet by static of the FM radio. Once Rayna had finally found a country station to her liking, her voice filtered into the mix of banjo's and fiddles floating above the actual singers voice. Deacon stole a glance at her noticing how she fiddled with her fingers dragging them up and down her jeans tapping her thighs to the beat here and there as he wove them through the four lanes of traffic on the freeway.

He noted that as time passed Rayna was becoming increasingly fidgety between uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, picking at the fringe on her jeans, twirling a lock of her wavy hair around her index finger, and tapping the toe of her boots against the floor board. Letting out a breath Deacon reached over and rested his hand over her kneecap. "Would you stop fidgetin' Ray?" Encouraged Deacon with a light squeeze on her kneecap for emphasis.

"I can't help it, I'm nervous." She admitted as she began to alternate between nibbling on her fingernails and picking at the polish that covered them.

"Nervous? Ray, what the hell do you gotta be nervous for…you sing in front of thousands of people every other night."

"Deacon, this is the first time I'm meeting your family…do you not know what a big deal this is? What if they hate me?"

"Of course, I know how big of a deal this is, you're the first girl I've brought home…and Mama is not gonna hate you."

"Not even Sarah?" Rayna turned her head catching that Deacon didn't say his parents but instead singled out his mother. It caught her ear, there was so much about him that she felt she didn't know, there was so much about him she hoped she'd discover on this trip.

"Sarah was different."

"Different how?"

"Uh-she was just always kind of there."

"Oh…so, what was it about Sarah?"

Deacon stole a glance at the fiery songstress, dressed to kill, riding shotgun trying to mentally gauge her tone, read her mood. Letting out a long breath of air his shoulders rose to his ears and he tipped his head to the side slightly. "I don't know, she-she was unlike anyone I'd ever meet before."

Listening closely to his depiction of this girl who was so clearly Deacon's first love, Rayna found herself wanting to know more but not at the same time. She allowed his words to sink in for a moment, letting the weight of just how much competition she had, weigh heavy on her.

"Until now," he stated so softly that she barely caught it.

They shared a smile and he clasped onto her hand, smirking as she laced their fingers together. She used her free hand to unbuckle her seatbelt and slid across the bench seat to the middle. Once Rayna was resituated and comfortable in the change in seating she tipped her head back her eyes memorizing every detail of his side profile. "Why'd y'all break up?"

"We wanted different things, I s'ppose…she went off to college, and I headed out to Nashville."

"Do you regret it?" It just tumbled from her lips like word vomit and Rayna found herself unconsciously holding her breath as she waited for his response.

"No, not for a second."

Content with that answer Rayna beamed pushing herself up alongside of Deacon and pressing a loud kiss to his cheek. "I'm happy to hear it," she declared as she snuggled against him.

Her hand rested against the top of his thigh and her fingers began teasing the inseam of his jeans. It was taunting, completely distracting and he desperately tried to think about anything else. But as her fingers climbed higher and higher up the inseam of his wranglers his resolve was faltering. He tried one last time to grasp his willpower back from her, "baby, if you keep that up…we'll have to take a detour."

"Your point?" Rayna purred, her teeth snatching his ear lobe and tugging back on it slightly before she whispered, "let's take a detour."

"Aww hell," sputtered out of his mouth as her fingers curved over his crotch tracing over the zipper.

They didn't even manage to make it off the interstate without his wranglers becoming increasingly uncomfortable and confining. Rayna's manicured fingers cupped the front of his jeans wasting no time as she began to rub him through the denim creating a maddening friction. A friction that caused Deacon to want nothing more than to pull over and relieve the pressure, she had gotten him wound up. It was as if she read his mind as her thumb pushed the button outta place relieving the pressure that restrained him. Blue eyes innocently dared a glance upward at his stern face, no doubt determined to focus on anything other than what her next move would be. Determined to think about anything else than what her hands were doing to him. Leaning down her teeth clamped on to the zipper and she tugged it up and down slowly several times teasing him. Carefully she sat upright her eyes not leaving his impressive bulge as she licked her lips and bounced her fingers across the waistband of his boxers before her hand disappeared inside. Wrapping her fingers securely around his shaft Rayna allowed her wrist to twist and turn in order to accommodate his width, while she slid the palm of her hand up and down his growing erection. As her palm molded against the contours of his length she painfully slowly rolled her hand up to the head before gliding back down to his shaft to the base. With a slight turn of her wrist she covered more of his width and repeated her previous action. The moment she felt him harden more in her palm, her eyes clouded over with lust smirking as the speed of the truck increased correlating with her quickened stokes.

"Hmm" he hummed above the static that buzzed out of the speakers as the station cut in and out.

Glancing up for a brief second Rayna realized they had gotten off the freeway and were headed down a rural road with nothing but fields and forest on either side. Tipping her head down her long flowing locks skidded across the top of his thigh the heat from the stream of air spewing from her mouth moved dangerously close to his tip. Taunting him, Rayna inched closer to his erect penis blowing air against him for a moment. A smirk fell to her lips as she watched him twitch in response to the feeling. The palm of her hand continued to glide up and down twisting around his entire width not wanting to leave an inch unattended, untouched.

Keeping his eyes trained on the road before him Deacon flexed his hips, moving a smidge along the bench seat groaning as he felt her hand drop from his penis to fondle his balls. Her fingers were only there briefly before they wrapped back around his harden penis and moved upward before leaving him completely. Deacon didn't have a chance to contemplate the loss as she kissed the head of his penis and then her tongue poked out to trace it running along the underside of his erection. Once she reached his base Rayna blew against his balls as she expertly swirled her tongue around the circumference of his penis and trailed a wet line with her tongue back up to his tip. When she reached his tip her lips wrapped around the tip of his manhood taking him fully into her mouth. Deacon let out a deep breath as he felt her mouth slide up and down his harden penis. Quickly veering his truck into a remote area that overlooked a large field and was guarded by thick tree coverage and greenery he put his truck into park and shut off the engine. Yanking the keys from the ignition he dropped them carelessly to the floorboard his hand fisting into the loose trundles of her auburn hair as he moaned loudly.

The moment Rayna felt Deacon's hand grasp onto her hair it only encouraged her to suck harder on him. Her teeth lightly scrapped against him while her head bobbed up and down along his length, surprising herself by how much of him she could actually handle in her mouth.

"Ugh-damn babe," moaned Deacon as he glanced down at the top of her beautiful head releasing her hair for a moment only to grab onto it even tighter as she swirled her tongue around him, then returned to sucking. The actions of her mouth caused him to tilt his hips meeting her pace and in effect sliding further into her mouth.

No stranger to his subtle hints Rayna upped her efforts, her mouth tightening ever so slightly around him as she sucked his hard member. Keeping her mouth around him she halted her up and down movements releasing the tension in her mouth only to blow hot air against him lightly. Her eyelids flickered open and her eyes bounced up to take in the sight of him; fluttering eyelids, hallow breaths, hips rocking forward slightly while he absorbed every bit of pleasure she was offering him. The image of him this way, lost in a lust filled revere, only fueled Rayna to return to her previous tactic.

As soon as her mouth was fully around him again Deacon groaned loudly his free hand hitting the steering wheel in front of him surprised by the fact that Rayna had stayed clear of it so far. Panting as she built him higher Deacon loosened his grip on her hair and cradled her head against him making sure to help her avoid the hard inconvenient steering wheel.

Slowly sliding her mouth off him she twirled her tongue around and around him, tracing his length once then twice before she swirled her tongue around the head of his penis and took him back into her mouth fully. Rayna moved her hands to rest on the top of his thighs to keep herself somewhat stead against him, pulling up along him multiple times.

"Ray," gritted out through clenched teeth attempting to hold back as much as he could, well aware that he was reaching the point of no return. Deacon stilled himself no longer meeting her pace, with a tip of his hips he tried his best to brush off her persistent mouth. Nothing seemed to work though, he proved to be unsuccessful, since the more he pulled away the harder she sucked on him, the faster her head bobbed along his length.

Her nails were like ten stakes planting themselves into his flesh ready to hold her there no matter what came at them. This action made her intent perfectly clear to him and he shook his head producing a noise that was caught between a laugh and a groan as Rayna increased her efforts trying to get him to unravel at her will. With the combination of the contours of the walls of her mouth, the texture of her tongue, and the softness of her lips all gliding up and down his erection, Deacon was done for.

"Rayna!" He called out his hips thrusting forward as he came hard, everything within him pouring into Rayna's mouth. The muscles in his thighs tightened up as he flexed upward into her mouth even more, an action which only caused her fingernails to embed themselves further into his skin. Wincing slightly Deacon bit his tongue, his eyelids fluttered closed the feeling of her fingernails a more than welcomed pain as he gave himself a moment to ride out the aftermath of his high.

He bucked his hips as semen erupted from him, anticipating this Rayna stilled her mouth around him and accepted all that he had to offer. Swallowing it down easily giving him the opportunity to calm down a tad before she gently slid her mouth off him. Loose coils of copper hair brushed against the top of his thighs while she tipped her head up and their eyes met as she licked her lips clean of any remnants of him. Her thumbs rolled over the inside of his thighs in a soothing manner. Deacon shook his head at her and Rayna couldn't help but grin.

"Aww, darlin' you're gonna be the death of me" came out in a breathy tone before his lips collided with hers and he reached for her jeans popping open the button and ripping the zipper down. "We might as well make the most of this detour huh babe?" Rayna didn't even have time to respond, his lips were on hers again and his fingers were working their way down the front of the cotton covering her sex until he found her damp at her core. Sliding her own dampness against her Deacon smirked slightly shoving the offending cotton aside and allowing his thick fingers to stroke her lower lips. He slid the pads of his fingers against her several times curling around her briefly before they parted her folds and wiggled inside of her.

"Make the most of-Ah.." scratched out the back of her throat as she leaned back against the passenger's door. Needing no further explanation for the plans he had in mind for her Rayna tipped her and watched briefly as Deacon used his free hand to work her jeans off her hips. He had been successful but the denim laid bunched up heavy on her thighs and coiled at her knees as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her. The feeling of the seatbelt connecter imprinting itself into her ass caused her to bite down on her lower lip. Her teeth released their hold on her bottom lip as she felt his fingers hook upward and stroked her once, twice, and a third time. Her right leg extended her knee still maintaining a slight bend while her foot shot through the empty space between the middle and the outer rim of the steering wheel as her toes curled upward and pressed against the grooves of the wheel. The bright light that shone through the windows subsequently disappeared as her eyelids fluttered closed and earned herself several more intense thrusts from his index and middle finger making her groan tilting her hips in response to his tempo.

Deacon peppered kisses from the point of her shoulder to neck letting his thumb get in on the action as he began to stimulate Rayna's clitoris. Running the tips of his fingers around her inner walls Deacon felt her fingernails claw at his back her head tucking against the crook of his neck as her entire body rose off the bench seat to his most recent thrust.

"Oooh," Rayna moaned out loudly her head tossing from side to side while his fingers strummed her insides. He had most definitely mastered all her trigger points in the past month, and knew just what drove her mad. Slowly his thumb surprised her in the middle of an up and down stroke with a figure eight motion. Breathing out deeply Rayna allowed her body to feel sensation he was making her feel and rose her hips whimpering at the restriction the denim placed on her. Moving a hand to one side of the jeans she worked them down to her ankles. Gliding her hand from it's firm hold on his shoulder Rayna's lips captured his kissing him hastily her tongue plunging into his mouth tangling with his as if her life depended on it.

The sounds that were tumbling out of her mouth, the kiss she'd planted on his lips, and the way her body lifted off the seat to skid against his was enough to rile him up a bit. Focusing on pleasing her Deacon curled his fingers so that they no longer stroked her vaginal walls and instead pumped approximately where her g-spot was located. As he thrusted his fingers inside of her hitting the spot over and over forced her legs to quiver and a yelp to ring out in the small space of the cab of his truck.

Blindly she reached above her head in search of the safety handle that Deacon had installed to help her jump in and out of his truck. The sound of her heart beat pummeling in her ears was all she seemed to be able to hear and the sound only increased as his fingers continued to move within her. Her hips rocked in time to his fingers thrusts the palm of his hand cupping her briefly as they met in sync with one another. Keeping her face close to his her nose brushed against his crook of his neck her teeth skating across the flesh after before she gently bit down. When his fingers collided once against with that magic little trigger point she threw her head back and it slammed against the window as her eyelids fluttered. "Fuck," she panted out her breasts rising and falling according to her breathing slowly he began to retract his fingers from her. Once they were completely removed from her depths he ran them across her slick folds causing her body to shudder and a whimper to fall off her tongue, all give aways to Deacon that she was close to her undoing.

Easily sliding his large calloused fingers back to her hot core he hovered there briefly before he pumped two fingers back into her. Deacon swirled his fingers inside of her to the left then to the right so that he touched her walls. His thumb rolled over her clitoris causing her hips to buck and her body to arch into his. Slowly he hooked his fingers inside of her and rubbed against her trigger point essentially tugging at the loose thread that dangled there. Her breathing quickened and the breathy sounds erupting from her mouth told him not much longer. With one last perfect combination of strokes and rubbing Rayna came hard, "ah, god-fuck…Deac" she screamed out as her legs shook the heel of her right foot knocking agaist the steering wheel and setting off the horn. Quickly he moved her foot from the steering wheel and her body sang to life every nerve ending in her body heightened in that moment. The aftershocks of her orgasm caused her ears to ring, her breathing labored, and her vision hazy at best. Rayna's head lollied against the window, bending her legs slightly trying to regain some composure.

Bringing his fingers to his lips Deacon put them in his mouth and sucked them clean of her scrumptious nectar. He situated himself back into his wranglers and pulled up the zipper doing the button and then leaned over closer to Rayna planting a kiss to her nose pulling back to admire his handy work, flushed skin, rumbled waves, and heaving chest.

"What are you lookin' at?" Rayna questioned without opening her eyes.

"Just you," he admitted his voice laced with a smile.

"Yeah? What's the damage? How much retouching am I going to have to do?" Tipping her head to the side she blindly scooted up on the bench seat her entire back leaned against the passengers door.

"None babe, you look breathtaking."

Her eyes snapped open to that compliment "you're somethin' else," came out between giggles as she shook her head at him and shifted her eyes down to her ankles where her jeans were bunched up.

Patting her knees Deacon smirked "yeah you are."

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Caught in a swirl of dust they pulled up to an old farm house making Rayna smile widely leaning forward on the bench seat. She dipped her head a bit so that she could get a better view of the small barn at the back that was under the shade of a large maple tree. The tree had remnants of a busted tree house that poked out between the overgrown branches and fallen leaves. There was a small rust red compact car in the dusty driveway that Deacon parked his truck next to before flicking his wrist and placing it into park and cutting the engine. No words passed between them as Rayna's eyes drank in her surroundings, she had no idea he'd grown up in a place like this, it was the complete opposite from where she'd grown up. A small tan house with a decent porch stood proudly on the land with a short red barn in the background, it looked to be in desperate need of a fresh paint job, and nothing but wide open space and fields wrapped around them as far as the eye could see. The image took her breath away, she couldn't help but feel a warmth wrap around herself cocooning her like a caterpillar in a chrysalis. The atmosphere whirling through the air felt similar to coming home she swore, as the birds chirped melodies back and forth Rayna knew she'd never felt more at home anywhere else before in her lifetime, except for maybe on stage. Opening his door Deacon inhaled the fresh air deeply, stretching out his legs that had begun to cramp over the last half hour of their drive. Moving around the front of his truck Deacon barely made it to the passengers side without the door nearly hitting him square in the face. Stepping around the open door Deacon appeared in front of her and offered his hand to help her step down out of the truck. She gladly accepted his hand holding onto it tightly as she jumped out of the truck. "You ready for all this?"

"I think so," confessed Rayna looking up at him and releasing his hand so that she could straighten the collar of his flannel. After their little detour they hadn't done the best job of concealing the evidence, with a gleam in her eye she moved to her tip toes and combed back some of his hair trying to de-sexify it. They shared a smirk as her thumb rolled over his neck where there was a faint imprint of her teeth, just as she was about to plant a kiss to his lips an unfamiliar voice stalled her.

"Deacon Jackson Claybourne…get your butt up here and give your Mama a hug!" Came out in a thick southern drawl, causing both their heads to shoot up to the porch.

Check she'd received her first bit of new information about Deacon. His middle name was Jackson, Deacon Jackson Claybourne she'd have to remember that, mentally storing that tid bit into her Deacon file. Rayna smiled up at him watching his face change when he saw his mother. "Mama" he'd mumbled out, a grin splitting his face in two. Deacon linked his fingers with Rayna's as he led her towards the house. Once they reached the porch he dropped her hand and scooped his mother up into a tight embrace. Rayna observed the interaction between mother and son and couldn't help the happy grin that fell on her own lips when she noticed that the older woman's feet had been lifted off the ground from the embrace. When he'd finally placed his mother back down onto her own two feet she stroked back some of his hair and patted his cheek in that nurturing way that mothers do, her eyes showcasing unshed tears. It was a wonderful moment and Rayna felt like she was horning in until Deacon swiveled on his feet towards her and she saw his mother's face crack into a larger than life smile.

"Oh, so this is the infamous Rayna Jaymes…?" She asked Deacon with a lifted eyebrow a smile grabbing her face."I've heard so much about you, dear." His mother smiled warmly pulling Rayna into herself for a tight embrace, catching the young starlit off guard.

"You must be Mrs. Claybourne." Rayna replied softly her arms folding over the older woman as she returned the embrace.

"Oh, please dear, call me Leann."

"Okay..Mrs.-Erm I mean Leann, thank you for havin' me."

"Oh, it's a pleasure darlin' really, come on in…Deacon, be a gentlemen and bring those bags in for her."

"Yes Ma," with a laugh and an eye roll Deacon jumped off the porch and headed towards his truck to unload their bags.

"So, where have you been hidin' my son from me?" Leann questioned lightly her voice full of warmth as she led Rayna into the small farm house.

What was she meant to say? Rayna licked her lips and opted to laugh and throw in a shrug of her shoulders. "Nashville."

"Ah, music city." Leann tasted the words as they came out of her mouth a light in her eyes, that faded as soon as they rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. "Colleen, keep your fingers outta that casserole!" Warned Leann as they entered the kitchen where a sandy haired woman was hunched over the stove. To the sound of Leann's scolding, the late twenty year old raised her hands and spun around so that she faced them.

"Ma-" she froze for a second taking in the other woman standing with her mother. "Hi, you must be Rayna…I'm Colleen, Deacon's sister." Colleen pushed herself away from the stove and approached Rayna with an extended hand completing their greeting with a hand shake.

Clasping onto Colleen's hand Rayna shook it and smiled warmly, "nice to meet you!"

"Right back atcha!"

It seemed there was one family member missing and Rayna didn't dare ask where Mr. Claybourne was, instead she followed Deacon's mother up a series of rickety stairs "So, I thought we'd set you up in here…that way you can have your privacy and all," Leann explained as she stepped into the small room.

"Thank you, it's lovely." Rayna thanked graciously stepping further into the room that his mother had kindly set up for her. It was a crammed room that appeared to in actuality be a sewing room, there was a small twin sized bed smashed into the left corner of the room with a uniquely design albeit scratched up headboard. The bed stretched out just a smidge underneath the small window that casted some light into the room bouncing off a sewing table that laid in the opposite corner of the room.

Nodding politely Leann offered a warm smile and edged out of the room, "well, I'll get outta y'alls hair and let you get settled in." With a wave of her hand she gestured towards the room stepping out of Deacon's way as he entered with Rayna's suitcase in tow.

"Thanks Ma." Deacon replied as he handed Rayna her suitcase smiling as he her heard his mother's footsteps pad down the steps. "I can take this room Ray…and you can take mine, it's a little bigger."

"Oh no...your mama set me up in here, I'm not switchin' rooms with you. This room is just fine," heaving her suitcase onto the bed Rayna unzipped it and flipped open the lid.

"Okay," with a nod of his head he laughed a little and took a seat on the bed next to her open suitcase his eyes browsing the contents.

Shaking her head at him Rayna unfolded a couple articles of clothing and fanned them out trying her best to avoid crease lines and wrinkles. As she went about removing her toiletry kit and a dress she could feel his eyes on hers and she couldn't help herself but glance up at him offering him a smile as she brushed a kiss to his lips. They didn't even have the chance for anything to get out of hand has Deacon's mother's voice boomed up the stairs that dinner was ready. Lifting her eyebrows and let out a deep breath Rayna eyed him, he offered her a reassuring smile and sealed it with a sweet kiss as he clasped onto her hand and lead her out of her designated room and down the stairs.

The couple joined Leann and Colleen in the dinning room and Deacon pulled out the chair next to his for Rayna. "Thanks," she whispered while glancing over her shoulder at him before she took her seat and scooted her chair closer to the table. "Wow, Mrs.-" shaking her head and letting out a small laugh Rayna glanced up and smiled at his mother, "Leann, this all looks wonderful."

"Oh, just wait till you try it." Colleen chimed in as she unfolded a napkin on her lap and scooped some casserole onto her plate.

Colleen had been the first to dive in scooping out some casserole on to her plate and handing over the pan. The casserole pan was passed around the table until everyone's plates were decorated with the cheesy noodle casserole. Carefully placing a napkin on to her lap Rayna grabbed the fork from the side of her plate and scooped some of the casserole onto it taking her first bite. It was delicious she couldn't even pin-point all the flavors that assaulted her taste buds. The table fell into a bit of a silence as everyone dove into their dinner.

"So, dear did you know that this is the first time Deacon's been home in five years."

"Five years…?" Her eyes widened as she glanced up at Deacon who diverted his eyes from her and pushed his food around on his plate with his fork. "I-Uh-I didn't know that." Check, another piece of information to store away in her Deacon file.

"Yeah, well…I'm here now," Deacon interjected his head lifting as his eyes shot across the table and locked with his mother's, "ain't that enough?"

"I'm just so happy y'all are here is all." Leann replied with a wide smile. Out of the corner of Rayna's eye she noticed Colleen shoot Deacon a face and mouth something, the two bit back their laughter and without so much as looking up from her plate their mother scolded them as if they were young children. "Stop messin' round you two and eat your dinner."

Recoiling from their child's play almost instantly both Colleen and Deacon bowed their heads and diverted their eyes from one another saying in unison, "yes, Ma." Rayna's eyes darted between the siblings and what their mother's scolding had resulted in. Biting down on her lower lip to keep herself from laughing at Deacon and Colleen, Rayna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Very good."

"So- Rayna, Deacon here tells me that, that song y'all sang at the CMA's had been the first time you'd ever sang it all the way through, that it was a last second decision."

"It was," confirmed Rayna as she reached across the table to retrieve her glass of sweet tea. Lifting it to her mouth she took a sip before continuing. "It just felt like the right time."

"I'd say it was, jeez I just love that song. It is so beautiful, and the way y'all sang it to each other…just wow. When is it gonna be on cassette?"

Deacon beamed proudly at his mother's omission and reached underneath the table his hand cupping Rayna's kneecap as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Slowly his hand traveled away from her knee skidding higher up her leg, his fingers strumming the inside of her thigh.

"Y'all had to have been together at that point, right?" Colleen asked shoveling a spoonful of casserole into her mouth.

"Actually," Rayna glanced down at her plate a small smile forming on her lips, "we weren't together at that point…yeah, he-he actually shot me down literally the night before the CMA's." Spilled from Rayna's tongue before she snickered, her hand caught his hand that was moving in a tantalizing motion higher up her leg.

"No, he didn't" his sister's green eyes grew wide as she spoke.

"Guilty as charged…I did. She's not lying, I shot her down." Deacon informed the table laughing as he recollected the stupid decision he'd made that night.

"Well, why would you do that? Just look at her!" Exclaimed Colleen who used some flamboyant hand gestures towards Rayna.

This statement caused Rayna to giggle and shake her head at his sister's antics. "Yeah, well I can't say that I'm disappointed with the way things turned out."

"Me either," he agreed linking his fingers between the spaces of hers before rolling his thumb over her knuckles. The pair shared a look, matching smiles painted across their lips while Deacon toyed with Rayna's fingers a little bit underneath the table, lost in her gaze until she turned her head away from him going about finishing what was left on her plate. As dinner progressed, conversation filtered effortlessly around the average sized dinning room table. Rayna surprised by how at ease his mother and sister made her, if she was being honest she'd never felt more at home. The two women were just so warm and welcoming that she couldn't help but want to share stories and interject in the riveting conversation ping-ponging around the table. After everyone had finished up with their dinner Deacon pushed back his chair and began to collect everyone's plates. Rayna shifted in her seat starting to collect silverware and glassware stopping in her tracks at the sound of Deacon's mother's voice.

"Oh, sweetheart please leave the clean up to Deacon and Colleen, you're our guest."

"I don't mind really," Rayna replied as she collected the rest of the used silverware. There was a clatter from next to her, chair legs scratching against the hardwood floor as Colleen stood up next to Rayna and held out her hand. Silently Rayna eyed Colleen's empty palm before her eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. Once she came to the realization that Colleen wasn't going anywhere until Rayna stopped helping clear the table Rayna handed over the silverware and cracked a tiny smile. "Okay."

Colleen smirked slightly and stepped around Rayna as she helped her brother clear the table. "Make yourself at home Rayna." Leann encouraged as she lifted the pitcher of sweet tea off the table that had been reduced to half melted ice cubes and slices of lemon. For a moment Rayna's eyes followed the three make their way into the kitchen as she jammed her hands into her back pockets and rocked back on her heels. Pursing her lips together she eyed her surroundings taking a tentative step out of the dining room and entering the living room. Taking in the character of the room put a smile onto her face. She made her way to the fireplace and stepped in front of it her eyes taking in the display of photos on the mantel. Rayna tipped her head back admiring one picture in particular that was framed and propped on the mantel. Leaning up on her tiptoes she took it down in order to get a better look at the snap shot of the family. Her finger tentatively reached out and lightly brushed the cool glass tracing over the boyish grin that held Deacon's lips and the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose.

"And who the hell do you think you are?"

Rayna whirled around surprised by the harshness of the voice that boomed throughout the small room. Her eyes darted up to a tall gangly man, his skin weathered with tell tale signs of age etched into his forehead. "Uh-I'm…I'm Deacon's girlfriend, Rayna…Rayna Jaymes, and you are sir?" She said softly, politely extending her hand towards him to shake.

His eyes glinted in the small light that bounced off the walls of the room. "Oh, so you're Deacon's little slut are ya?"

TBC…

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A/N: DUN DUN DUN hopefully this was a good break between chapters and will bring y'all back for the next segment. The song used in this first part is "Gasoline and Matches" by Julie Roberts and all rights belong to Julie Roberts and company, unfortunately I own nothing. Thank you so much do taking the time to read this, it means the world..maybe drop a review or don't. Mauhh love y'all (: