***** Warning: Adult situations ahead. Turn back now if this is not your thing. You can safely skip this chapter without missing anything ***** Those who are remaining, thought it was time our OTP had a bit of 'together' time ;-)

Silence filled their conversation as they both listened to the other breathing. Rayna let the sound of Deacon's breathing soothe her. Closing her eyes, she could almost imagine him lying next to her; the warmth radiating off his skin, the hint of aroma of his aftershave after a day of work and the sound of his breathing as he relaxed against the bed pillows. Turning her face towards the space he normally occupied next to her on the bed, she gave a soft groan as she pictured him lying next to her shirtless. Her fingers caressed her lips as an alternative to his lips, as she teased her mind with the phantom weight of his lips against hers.

His breathing increased as he heard Rayna's soft groan reverberating down the phone. Licking his lips, he swore he could taste her upon them. Biting down on his bottom lip, he smothered a moan. Running his hand across his bare chest, he closed his eyes as he pictured her fingers caressing his chest and toying with his nipples. He imagined running his fingers through her hair as her lips teased a tantalising path down his chest, her tongue tracing his belly button before playfully nipping at the skin of his hips.

Her breathing became more rapid in response to the breathing at the other end of the phone. Her eyes remained closed while her fingers slowly made their way from her lips down her neck, softly teasing her skin with the imagined weight of his lips. Her fingernails gently scrapped her skin, replicating the feel of his stubble. Gasping softly, Rayna felt a rush of desire flooding through her. Unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, she moaned at the slight pressure applied to the throbbing at her centre. Her palm brushing against her taut nipples causing her to groan loudly.

Deacon growled in response to the sound of Rayna groaning against his ear. His fingers lightly skimmed under the waistband of his boxer shorts, before teasingly withdrawing only to snake back under. Tossing his head back and forward against the pillow, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip, his mind conjured up the image of Rayna slowly lowering his boxer shorts and taking his erect penis in her mouth. Releasing his tortured lip, he gave a deep groan as his hand tried to emulate the actions of an imaginary Rayna.

Rayna tossed her head back as she panted for breath. Her phone slid down the pillow, from where it had been discarded. Her freed hand squeezed her breast, while her fingers trapped her aching nipples. She pulled on her aching nipple until it was almost unbearable before releasing it and focusing her attention on her other breast. Her other hand slid beneath her lace underwear. Her fingers softly traced along the edges of throbbing centre. Her mouth hung open as she visualised Deacon's head between her legs. His tongue applying teasing strokes, slowly building her desire before retreating to once again bring her to the edge of her precipice. Rolling over, Rayna's trapped hand continued to apply exquisite pressure to the throbbing nub of nerves at her centre. Her hips rocked against the mattress, pushing her hand more firmly against her aching need. Her fingers set up a pattern of pushing against the pulsating crux before gently squeezing the bundle of nerves. She could feel the bubbling of pleasure building. Pinching her nipple, she imagined Deacon's teeth biting down on it, while he pumped against her. His body slamming against her nerve centre, his strong hands gripping her legs as he held them, opening her wider to maximise her pleasure. Squeezing her eyes tightly closed she embraced the tsunami of desire resulting in her plummeting into a toe-curling climax. Her hips continued to slam her hand against the bedding extending her orgasm. Screaming out Deacon's name, her teeth bite down on the pillow as she exhaled a prolonged scream.

Gripping himself, Deacon increased the friction as he listened to the sounds of pleasure coming from Rayna on the other end of the phone. His hips rocked in time with her protracted groans of gratification. Her voice screaming his name caused his body to convulse as he emitted a guttural groan, releasing a wave of intense pleasure to flood his body. Flopping back against the pillow, he struggled to bring his breath under control. Opening his eyes, he stared bewilderedly at the ceiling, a soft smile on his lips. Turning his head towards the sound of her laboured breathing, he was momentarily shocked when he didn't see her lying next to him. His hand skimmed the bedding, searching for the forgotten phone. His fingers curled around it as he bought it to his ear. Her breathing slowly returning to normal was the most beautiful and musical thing he had ever heard. He would never tire of hearing it, knowing that he had caused it. That he had made her lose herself; made her eyes roll into the back of her head, her body to coil with extreme tension only to quiver with waves of desire while beseeching his name. His voice still heavy with desire, softly called her name.

"Ray?"

"Hmmmmm"

Moaning against the pillow, her hand fumbled to locate the phone.

Laughing quietly at her non-verbal response, Deacon tried once again to get her attention.

"Babe"

A satisfied sigh on the other end of the phone, announced to Deacon that she had found her phone. Her uneven breathing indicated that she was toiling with the lingering flames of desire. Deacon smothered the snicker that threatened to escape, resulting from the various sounds of groaning and moaning coming from Rayna. He wished from the bottom of his soul that he was lying next to her, watching her as she returned to herself. He would brush the hair from her face and place gentle kisses on her lips, while she watched him with her blue eyes dark with the remaining flames of desire. Her fingers would dance over his lips, tracing the contours of his face almost in disbelief that she was lying in his arms, that they were once again a complete package.

Sighing loudly, Rayna's body gave one final quiver as the last wave ecstasy left her.

"Deacon?"

Giving the voice at the other end of the phone a lopsided grin, Deacon said

"Yeh"

"Wow"

"Yeah"

Rayna sighed again.

"Hey Ray?"

"Yeah"

"What are you wearing?"