She rested her head on his shoulder. The day had been long and with those two girls, well, that should have been the worst of it, but no! She had to open her mouth at the spouse's meeting. She missed him. Missed Michael terribly, but sitting there, watching a late night TIVO'd recording of The World Series Of Poker, her head on his shoulder, she felt strangely calm.
His date decided to stand him up, and, deny as he may, she KNEW he was watching GHOST and NOT the game, as he said when she opened the door. He wanted to crawl up in a ball on the couch, but he had his pride and never knowing when she'd come home, he resisted. So, he sat there, beers on the coffee table, watching GHOST. Until he heard the key, that is. He tried to play it cool, but when she walked in, he found it harder to keep cool.
Then, she put her head on his shoulder.
Temptation was too much. She talked about how she missed her husband and how she felt like a college girl, spilling her guts to her roommate.
He hated hearing her husband's name. She couldn't be his because of Michael. He cursed himself for not making a move on her earlier before Gallant had the shot. But, they say hindsight's 20/20.
He could smell her freesia shampoo and the soft scent of her perfume. He tried to play it cool, but he found his want for her rising. He did what he could to steady his breathing, but it was getting harder for him, with her so near.
She felt his breathing accelerate and she felt hers accelerate with his. Her heart pounded. She had never gotten this way around him before and, despite their apparent civility to each other in public, they got along very well. She felt him shift in his seat and knew what he was feeling. Or, at least she thought. She sat up, took her coat off, and looked at him. He was trying hard to not stare at her, but she saw his eyes glance her way and swallow hard while shifting in his seat.
She was married. She knew she was married. He knew she was married. They both knew it was wrong, but the temptation won.
She straddled his lap and, cupping his face in her hands, kissed him deeply. As she softly rocked her body against his, he pulled her tighter, closer, to him. He wanted her and he didn't care how. It was wrong. He told himself to never mess around with a married woman. He'd been burnt there a couple times before. But, here she was. Straddling him. Kissing him. Making him rise.
He pulled away only to help her remove the shirt he was wearing and to remove hers. He kissed her neck, taking in her scent, never wanting to forget how she smelled. She twisted his hair softly in her hands and moaned quietly in pleasure as his hands explored her body.
The teasing was too much.
She stood up, took his hand, and led him to her room.
She was married. They both knew it and they both knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too great and the want for each other too strong.
The end
I had this running in my head after OUT ON A LIMB aired and there was the PERFECT Reela/Rayla (whichever you prefer) moment. The look on his face when she mentioned Michael and the look when she placed her head on his shoulder was FABULOUS! So, this was my thought of what happened after. Hope you like it.
Oh, yeah. I don't own Ray or Neela. Wish I owned Ray. If I won the lottery, I'd buy him, but I'm broke…so NBC really owns Ray, right?