This is my contribution to the May Isolation Challenge; The times when Deacon and Rayna have been caught being hornbags! Sure it was meant to be the three times they got caught, but why stop there! This will be a seven chapter story, using the seven deadly sins as the basis of the story. Hopefully you enjoy it, and as usual thank you for reading and for the wonderful feedback you leave. It keeps me writing.
*** oh yeah, all these stories will be full of smut, so consider yourself warned (and don't read at work!) ****
Deacon looked around at all the glitz and glamor surrounding them. He squirmed in his seat as the feeling of being out of his depth washed over him. He had no idea how he had arrived at this point in his life. Never in his wildest dreams had he dreamt that he would be sitting in the audience of the CMA awaiting the presentation of best country album.
"Deacon?"
A soft whisper in his ear bought him back into the room. Turning to his right, his breath caught in his throat at the person sitting next to him.
"Babe, are you okay?"
He reached over and grabbed her hand. Raising it, he placed a soft kiss on their clasped hands. Giving her a small nod, he gave her a gentle smile to reassure her. Earlier this evening she had confided in him that she was so nervous that she felt sick. Pushing aside his own nervousness, he squeezed her hand and pulled her into him, kissing her tenderly. Pulling back slightly he murmured,
"What the hell am I doing here Ray?"
Her smile lit her face as her eyes shone with appreciation at him. His attempt at calming her nerves made her heart swell with love. She knew how uncomfortable he was in this setting and it made her love him even more that he had dressed up in a suit and tie for her, with minimal complaint. Curling her fingers in his tie, she leaned closer to him as she purred,
"Do you think we have time for a quickie in coat check?"
His body gave an involuntary jolt where he sat in the uncomfortable seat. His body was instantly flooded with lustful thoughts of her body pinned below his. Their eyes were dark with longing as they silently dared the other to make the first move.
The blaring loudness of music coming from the stage caused them both to jerk backwards in surprise. Rayna's blue eyes were wide in nervousness. She knew what was about to be announced. She sought out Deacon's hand, clinging to it like it was her only lifeline. Deacon could hear her rapid breathing as she tried to still her nerves. This was her first CMA nomination. Deacon had lost count of the nights they had laid awake in the dark of their bedroom and pictured this moment. Deacon made soft snorting noise causing Rayna to look at him. Her eyebrow raised in question at him, whispering in her ear he explained,
"I always imagined myself being much cooler when I finally made it to the CMA, I'm sweating like it's the middle of a summer heatwave here Ray!"
Rayna could feel Deacon's nervousness radiating off him. It mixed with hers, making her whole-body scream with edgy energy. Both their breathes caught in their chests as they watched the presenters walk across the stage. Their intertwined hands clamped down tighter as everything fell away until a calm silence descended over them. They were both acutely aware of the other as they watched the nominees video clips. Rayna held her breath as hers was played, only remembering to breath when Deacon gave her hand a soft squeeze. The ringing in her ears was only broken when Deacon screamed,
"Ray, you won! Babe, you won!"
The look of disbelief on her face made him smile. Her eyes darted around at her heroes applauding her before falling back on his face. Beaming a smile at him, she threw her arms around him before kissing him. With shaking legs, she made her way to the stage, stopping to hug Bucky.
The award was heavy in her sweaty hands as she struggled to halt the tears of joys that threatened to escape.
"Oh, my goodness, thank you so much. I am…. speechless. And if you know me at all, you know that is a rare event! This is totally unexpected. I have dreamt of this for so long but never truly believed it would happen. I have so many people to thank, so many people who have believed in me and who continue to do so. Bucky Daws, you are a god send. You go above and beyond as my manager and somehow you manage to maintain your cool no matter the drama before you…. Of course, it is never a drama of my own making! But none of this, the music and Rayna Jaymes, would be possible without my extremely talent songwriter Deacon Claybourne. Babe, I could not do this without you, and I wouldn't want to. Thank you for putting up with my diva dips and for writing the most beautiful songs, you are a maestro of words."
Deacon could feel tears prickling his eyes. Seeing Rayna on the stage, an equal to all the country legends that filled the room made his heart swell with pride. He watched as she walked off stage before turning to Bucky. They momentarily stared in disbelief at each other before whooping in delight and hugging each other. Their celebrations were interrupted when an official came and told them that Rayna was asking for them. It felt like they were walking on clouds as they followed the faceless official through the crowd of well wishers backstage. Deacon was the first to see her. Breaking away from Bucky he ran towards her.
Wrapping themselves around each other they screamed in excitement.
"Oh my god Ray… you did it!"
Cupping her face, he planted kisses over her face.
"You did it babe"
Rayna had a bewildered look on her face that was only interrupted by her beaming smile.
"Deacon, we really won, didn't we?" she whispered still in a state of shock.
Hugging her to him, he laughed at her. Kissing the side of her head, he stated,
"Yeah, we did"
Holding tightly onto his hand, Rayna let Deacon navigate them through the crowd of the after party. She had been floating on such a high after winning her first CMA tonight. So many of her idols had come up to her at the party and congratulated her, leaving her star struck at times. All she wanted to do now was go home. Her feet hurt from being crammed into her heels and she longed to get out of the heavy sequinned dress she was wearing. With her spare hand she rubbed at her cheeks, even they hurt from all the smiling she had done for the cameras tonight.
A gentle squeeze on her hand bought her back into the room. Watching Deacon as he pushed through the crowd, his strong back and shoulders clearing the way for her. He had been at her side all night. He lent her his strength as he made sure she was okay, gently buffering her from the rush of press that threatened to engulf her. Growing up she had watched as men would swoop in and take credit for something that women had done, they would draw the focus away from their wife in order to maintain the status quo of dominance. She knew in her heart that Deacon was not like that but watching him tonight as he stood on the sidelines proudly supporting her, her love for him threatened to overwhelm her. Whenever a journalist tried to suggest that Deacon was the reason for her win, he would quickly correct them and turn the spotlight back on her.
As the crowd began to thin out, Deacon drew her level with him. Wordlessly he asked if she was okay. Wrapping an arm around her, the scent of him intermixed with the comforting warmth of his body, flooded hers with sparks of desire. Shivering as they waited for their car to be brought around, Deacon folded her into his embrace as he rubbed her back to keep her warm. Resting her head on his shoulder, Rayna closed her eyes as she fell into the comforting warmth of his arms. Snuggling closer to him, sighing as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She would forgo all the awards in the world for this feeling.
"Ray?'
"Hmmm"
"Come on babe, our car is here. Let's get you home"
Allowing him to guide her to the car, she gave the glittering party one last glance before falling into the awaiting car. Scooting across the seat, she kicked her shoes off and placed her throbbing feet in Deacon's lap. Sighing in relief to be heading home, she emitted a groan as Deacon began massaging her feet. Her eyes darkened in arousal as they caressed his features. His slicked down hair from earlier in the evening had become messier as the awards dragged on. She had caught him a few times not only tugging at his tie but running his hands through his hair whenever he got uncomfortable. Her love for him in those moments grew, she knew how much he hated wearing a suit, especially when it was accompanied with interacting with people, he felt inferior to. It didn't matter how many times Rayna told him he was equal to these peers, he still held them in higher esteem.
Biting her lips, she smothered a moan as his hands caressed up her legs. She could feel the familiar lust filled tightening deep within her, as her body caught alight from his touch. Dropping one leg onto the floor of the car she casually opened her legs to him. She swallowed her laugh at his guttural grunt. Her toes snuck under the hem of his trousers and softly rubbed at the hair of his leg. Her breathing became heated as he trailed his fingers higher up under her hemline. Her eyes darted towards their driver, before returning to watch Deacon's fingers inch closer to her centre.
Leaning into her, Rayna could feel his warm breath on her tongue as she moistened her lips. His fingers teased her; she could feel their warmth on the skin of her upper thigh as he deliberately kept them away from her throbbing core. Softly panting his name, she flicked her hip into his teasing fingers. Quietly gasping at the sensation, she repeated the move. Deacon's warm breath on her lips enhanced her lust, his lips hovered millimetres above hers tantalisingly out of reach. He laughed softly at her undulating hips. Capturing her lips, he kissed her with passion while his torso trapped his hand against her aching centre. Moaning into his mouth her hands clutched at him, pulling him firmly against her. Her body unconsciously rubbed against his, sparking a delicious friction deep within her.
Wrapping her legs around his body, she simultaneously pushed him backward onto the seat while clinging to his body. Wiggling in his lap, her hips pushed her pulsating centre against his growing hardness. Rotating her hips, she emitted small mews everytime her gyrating hips came in contact with his hardness. Deacon's hands disappeared under her dress, cupping her butt cheeks he encouraged her dancing hips. His fingers dug into her flesh, marking her as his. Rayna's lips found the sensitive spot on his neck, leaving her own brand of ownership. Her tongue lapped at the salty sweetness of his skin, while her lips and teeth nuzzled their way along his jawline. Her lips captured his, drinking in the taste of him.
Slipping his fingers beneath the silky softness of her underwear, Deacon traced his way to her moist centre. Slipping a finger into her, she gave a long groan of wanting before devouring his lips. His thumb found her pounding crux. Setting a slow rhythm, he toyed with her until she was panting with an agonising desire for release. Clutching her fingers through his hair, her hot breath teased his ear as she panted, gasping for air. Her hips rose and fell as he inserted another finger into her depths. Burying his face in the fringe of her hair that had fallen over them, he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His lips nuzzled against her neck, softly kissing the pulsating pulse point. Nibbling down her neck, his teeth scraped along the sensitive skin of her collar bone.
Her hips increased in speed, frantically pushing against his fingers. His thumb flicked her sensitive nub, causing her to scream his name. He quietly laughed at her, causing her to pull at his hair. He grimaced slightly in response, the exquisite pain heightening his arousal. His spare hand gripped her undulating hips, stilling her movements. Tossing her hair aside, her eyes gave him a quizzical look. He gave her a lopsided grin as he slowly drew his fingers out of her. Her body instantly mourned the loss of him. Reaching up his lips sought hers out. He pulled on her pouting bottom lip, gently sucking it between his teeth. Releasing her tortured lip, his lips softly kissed her swollen lip. Capturing her mouth, he plunged his tongue into her mouth as he thrusted his fingers deep into her. He swallowed her scream of release as her body clamped down on his fingers. Her hips slammed against his tormenting hand seeking to extend her orgasm. Her fingers clawed at the nape of his neck hunting for an anchor to cling to as the exploding lights crashed through her body.
Her body collapsed against his. Her breath was laboured as she lay spent panting in his arms. He ran his arm up her back, reassuring her that he was here with her. Her lips softly kissed him as she embraced the tiny waves of sparks that continued to detonate in her body. Deacon cradled her in his arms as she slowly regained her senses. She came to the realisation that the car was no longer moving, cocking her head she silently questioned Deacon. Deacon gave her an amused grin, nodding his head in the direction of the driver he whispered,
"Even with the floor show we gave him the driver has gotten us home safely".
Barking an embarrassed laugh, she buried her face in his neck. She couldn't believe that she had forgotten that they had a driver.
Deacon lovingly kissed her forehead, exclaiming,
"Ray, you know I have never been prouder of you than tonight, but that doesn't mean I want to spend any more time that I have to in this suit. Can we please go in?"
Laughing, she climbed off his lap and out of the car. Reaching out she tangled her fingers with his as they walked up the path to their home.
