Thank you for everyone patiently waiting for an update. As a reward for putting up with my randomness of posting, I have a MEGA long chapter for you.

THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK

This chapter contains adult situations between two consenting adults. If this is not your thing, you can safely skip this chapter and not miss any vital information. It has been a while since our favourite couple got up to some hanky panky, so I thought it was time I put an end to that drought!

Enjoy ;-)

Placing his hands on the back of her shoulders, Deacon guided Rayna towards their room. Her slow steps told him just how much this tour had taken out of her. The constant pressure knowing that she needed to sell the album to ensure that Highway 65 survived, combined with being the sole performer out there every night weighed heavily on her. Any other tour, she would have had him by her side, as lead guitar and stage manager, standing next to her and sharing the weight of the tour plus she would have been surrounded by her team. She had elected to keep this tour small, with a minimum number of staff, not only keep costs down but they weren't needed. She was going to be performing in smaller venues so there wasn't any need to have a full band, just the basics.

Dropping her bag to the ground as they entered her hotel room, Rayna lent back against him. Sighing she welcomed the comforting feel of him against her back. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Deacon pulled her closer into him. Kissing her neck, he breathed in her scent. He had missed this. They had rarely been apart since they got back together. Standing there in the semi darkness of the room, they both embraced the feel of being in each other's arms again.

Rayna's hands rubbed the skin of his arms as they gave her the strength to continue. Resting her head on his bicep, she closed her eyes and let his warmth radiate through her.

Whispering into the shadows that danced around the room, "thank you for coming here"

Rubbing his nose in her hair before kissing her neck once more, Deacon replies

"Ray, I will go anywhere, anytime, anyhow for you"

He hugs her tighter, as though he can't believe she is actually standing here with him.

Rayna kisses his arm

"I still can't believe you are here...or that you and Bucky conspired behind my back."

The amusement in her voice told him that she was no longer annoyed that Bucky had rescheduled everything so they could have a day to spend together.

Turning her around, he kisses her deeply before exclaiming,

"Well now that we have a whole day to get you down to Austin..."

Punctuating his words with tender kisses, Deacon slowly walks Rayna backwards until the couch halts her. His arm slips lower, supporting her back he leans her back as he kisses her deeply once more. Her hands grip his biceps and she return the passion of his kiss. Struggling to keep her feet on the floor, she wraps her legs around him while her hands comb through his hair.

His arms pull her snug against his body as he lifts her up. Her arms wrap around his neck while her lips refuse to part with his. Cupping her butt, he lifts her completely up until she is fully in his arms. Their tongues wrestle with each other as their breathing become laboured. Slowly backing away from the couch, Deacon slowly stumbles towards the bedroom. Propping her against the doorframe to the bedroom, their kisses intensify.

Gasping for breath, their lips forced to separate as they both take in large breaths. Eyes dark with desire, they both bathe in the feel of the others warm breath on their skin. Rayna's fingers trace his features, almost as though she can't really believe he is here with her. The beautiful creases of his face, telling his life story wordlessly, send tiny sparks of fire through her fingertips as she traces them. The coarseness of the foreign beard under her sensitive digits enflames the very core of her.

Smiling at her exploration of his face, Deacon gently nips at the probing fingers as they tease his lips. Her thumb gently pulls down on his bottom lip, before he sucks it into his mouth causing her to rock her hips against his. Releasing her thumb, his blue eyes black with unbridled lust watched as a flush of wanting washed over her. Kissing the sensitive skin at the side of her neck, he deliberately takes his time, moving painfully slow along the underside of her jawline, planting whisper soft kisses on her enflamed skin. Moving to the other side, he repeats his torturous journey back towards her lips.

Rayna pulls at the hair at the nape of his neck, needing to feel his lips on hers once more, while basking in the exquisite feel of his lips and teeth on her skin. Minuscule bursts of passion rushed through her every time his teeth gently tugged her skin. Groaning at his ministrations, her legs clamped around him tighter. She could feel him swelling against her, exciting her even more. Plunging his tongue back into her mouth, he claimed ownership of her mouth. Her arms and legs hold him tightly against her, as she welcomed the thought of never leaving his arms ever again.

Releasing her lips with a pop, Deacon soothed her disappointed pout with soft kisses. His eyes glistened with longing.

"I think"

Kiss

"we need"

Kiss

"to recognise and celebrate"

Kiss

"National 'no clothes' day tomorrow"

Kissing her fervently, preventing her from answering, Deacon let his lips and tongue show her just how much he had missed her. He could feel the amusement on her lips, as she pulled back a fraction.

"Oh, and how exactly do you propose we celebrate this glorious national day"

"Well, I think..."

He starts to slowly pop the top buttons of the shirt she changed into after the show, nuzzling her neck as he released each button.

Biting her lip, her breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed against the lace cupping her breasts.

"to do the day justice..."

Gradually lowering her legs to the ground, she had to grip his shoulders to retain her balance as he pushed the shirt off her shoulders giving him access to her intoxicating skin beneath. He gently bites the sensitive skin of her collar bone.

"Jesus Deacon"

Chuckling at her words, his lips made their way down to her breasts. His fingers pushed aside the flimsy material of her bra, giving his mouth more access to her. Sucking on the tender skin of her breasts, he soothed the marks of ownership on her pale skin with his tongue as they slowly fade away. Her fingers were knotted in his hair, pulling at it as he marked her. She felt the flames of her desire igniting deep within her, building with a rapid intensity.

Kneeling before her, he placed his chin on her navel and looked up at her. Her blue eyes, jet black with longing stared into his. Stroking the side of his face, her fingers relearnt the textures of his face. The harshness of his beard against the highly sensitive tips of her fingers, released another wave of craving through her. Rubbing his chin on her belly, he broke the passion dripped tension between them. Giggling like a school girl at his actions, she tried to wiggle out of his grip. His arms locked her in place, holding her still. Smirking up at her, he proceeded kiss the skin sitting along the waistband of her jeans.

When he reached the clasp of her jeans, his deft fingers flicked in open and proceeded to slowly lower the zipper. Her breath sounded loud to her ears, as she struggled to control it. Her knees buckled as he kissed the exposed V of her underwear. She could feel his laughter against her skin, and she knew without looking at him that he was proud that he had induced such a reaction out of her while still fully clothed.

His fingers skimmed along her skin before he hooked them into the waistband of her jeans. Excruciatingly slow, he pushed the material down over her hips. His hot breath erotically tickled her enflamed skin, her mind alternated between silently screaming for him to hurry and enjoying his slow torture of her. Lifting her feet, he slid her heels off before sliding the denim material off. His fingers skimming up her bare legs caused her stomach to flip flop, and a rush of desire to flood her core. Slipping his fingers under the waistband elastic of her underwear, he slowly traced its path from the back to the front and back again, stopping at her side. Gripping the delicate material, he deliberately slowed his movements down, knowing how much this teasing was exciting her. The anticipation was sending uncontrollable waves of lust through her body. Trailing his fingers along the backs of her legs, he lowered her underwear. Returning his focus to her, he placed her left leg over his shoulder, exposing her overly stimulated centre to him. His breath against her pulsating core sent shivers through her. Turning his head, he kissed the inside of her thighs. His bristly beard in complete contrast to the softness to his kisses. His tongue traced a meandering path towards her throbbing centre. Kissing along her hip bone, he paused above her entrance and gently blew on the highly aroused nub. Grasping his shoulders, her fingers dug into the muscular flesh as he kissed her, his tongue skimming across the bundle of nerves at her crux. Moaning loudly into the room scented with their combined lust, her legs threatened to give way as he continued to tease her.

One hand pinned her thrusting hips to the doorframe, while the other grasped her thigh. His fingers gripped her soft skin, enough to ensure that she would be wearing the tell-tale marks for the next week. Deacon had never held back from leaving his mark on her body, he knew that it excited her. Knowing that for the next couple of days, whenever she stood in front of the mirror, she would see just how completely he had possessed her and how she willingly encouraged him to do so. Teddy had always treated her like a delicate flower whenever they had sex, and Luke, while attentive to her needs seemed to always be more focused on his own desires.

His mouth kissed her core, mimicking his earlier possession of her mouth. His tongue swirled ever tightening circles around her highly sensitised nub, only to retreat before hitting the target. Panting with desire, her breath replicated his ministrations. Groaning with frustration as he teased her, he bought her so close to the edge that she could see the tiny flickers of light dancing behind her closed eyelids. Feeling his tongue lessen the pressure on her, she forced her eyes open and looked down. Seeing his head between her legs, her hips rocked violently against his restraining hand. Moaning his name, she threaded her fingers in his hair, twisting it painfully as he returned to his torture of her enflamed centre.

His tongue darted into the warmth of her centre, delicately licking before retreating to tease the bundle of nerves, taking her dangerously close to the brink. Sliding his finger into her, his tongue toyed with her while his finger played her like one of his guitars. Inserting another finger, he zeroed in on the hidden bundle of nerves, knowing how close she was to exploding he tread delicately, wanting to extend her pleasure. He loved her like this, completely at his control, knowing that if he teased her enough, she would explode so intensely that she would skim close to blacking out. Switching between toying with her exposed bundle of nerves and that nestled in her warmth, Deacon teased her mercilessly. Her could feel her legs quacking as her body threatened to shatter.

Rayna threw her head back as she gasped for air. Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled it violently as he applied more pressure to her. Her legs threatened to give way as she felt her whole-body quiver with impending pleasure. Forcing her eyes open, she blinked at the image reflected back at her. Her shirt hung open exposing her torso. Due to Deacon's torturous ministrations of her breasts, they were threating to escape their satin covering. Looking down at her heaving chest, she could still see the faint marks Deacon left on her delicate skin. The thought of his ownership bites on her, sent a fresh flush of desire crashing through her. Releasing her grip on his hair, she smoothed her hand over his scalp as she welcomed the growing warmth radiating within her.

Having felt a change in her, Deacon momentarily ceased his exquisite torment of her. His blue eyes searched hers, silently asking if she was okay. Brushing the hair off his face, her fingers assured him that she was fine. The loving smile she bestowed on him, threatened to rupture his self-control. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh as he struggled to regain his control. Flicking his eyes upwards at her gasp, he moaned deeply at the sight before him. Her eyes were fixed ahead as she caressed her breast, teasing her nipple trapped beneath the satin. Her mouth hung open as she panted with excitement.

Keeping his eyes on her, he kissed the inside of her thigh. Whimpering in response, Rayna increased the pressure on her nipple. Pinching it between her fingers, she pulled on it in time with the rhythm of his fingers. Their reflected image sent waves of longing through her. She could feel Deacon's warm breath on her as he softly kissed her skin, inching closer to her aroused centre. His tongue flicked her causing sparks to ignite deep inside her. Panting loudly, Rayna once again gripped his hair with her free hand, while squeezing her breast with the other. She could see the multitudes of colours behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut, as she greeted her impending release. Forcing her eyes open, her eyes sought out their reflected image. A movement beyond the darkened glass broke the intimacy of the penthouse. Her eyes watched as people went about their lives in the apartments across from them. Knowing that they could look across at any moment and see her and Deacon, sent another wave of desire through her.

Powerless to stop and excited by the thought of someone seeing them, Rayna bit down on her lip as she struggled to muffle a deep moan. Deacon chose that moment to suck her nub into his mouth, causing her to gasp loudly,

"Oh god"

Releasing it momentarily, he pulled on it again with his lips and applied tiny flicks of his tongue to the trapped bundle of nerves.

Rayna screamed as all the pent-up desire exploded at once, resulting in her body convulsing in pleasure. Her fingers curled tightly in Deacon's hair as she rode out the fireworks coursing through her. She could hear her breathlessness as she slowly regained consciousness of her body, only to have it erupt once again in response to Deacon continued gentle ministrations. Her legs quivered as they struggled to hold her up. Deacon's muffled laughter against her sensitive skin, sent tiny burst of fire through her. Silently moaning, she rode the second wave of eroticism that crashed through her as Deacon bit down on the tender skin of her inner thigh. Leaving a mark on her skin that would send sparks of desire through her for days as she watched it fade.

Slowly lowering her leg, Deacon's fingers trailed over the bare skin of her leg, his fingers, whisper soft, skimmed the skin of her stomach and briefly teased her breasts before skating along her collar bones. Her body, already hyper-sensitised, reacted to his loving touch. Gasping at his continued caressing of her inflamed skin, Rayna sucked her bottom lip in, trying to prevent the groan building in her from escaping. Deacon's blue eyes danced with a mixture of amusement and desire. Halting his exquisite torture momentarily, his lips forcibly demanded possession of hers. Tasting herself on his tongue, Rayna moaned deeply into his kiss.

Gripping him tightly to her, her hips thrusted against him. She could feel him against her as he pushed her firmly back against the doorframe. Wrapping a leg around his, she positioned herself so that his straining erection aligned with her enflamed centre. His hands grasped the meaty flesh of her buttocks, slamming her hips against his denim clad arousal. Spinning away from the wall, they stumble towards any firm surface they can find, all the while their lips and tongue fight for control. Finding the side table, sitting flush against the back of the couch, Deacon effortlessly lifts her onto the wood surface. The wood feels cold against her heated skin. Her fingers frantically attempt to dislodge the buckle of his belt. Biting down on his lip in frustration, her tongue darts out to sooth her mark as she succeeds in undoing the offending belt. Her fingers make quick work of the button and zip of his jeans. Her arms clasp around his waist, as she raises her legs up to help lower the jeans. Hands and feet push the denim down his legs, along with his boxer shorts. Finally freed of the constricting material, Deacon thrusts against Rayna, while drawing her closer to him. At the feel of his heated skin against her enflamed centre, they both moan simultaneously. Deacon drags Rayna even further towards the edge of the table, causing her to release her grip on him. Leaning back, her arms support her as Deacon firmly grips her buttocks, lifting her slightly. Her legs hang powerlessly over his forearms, as he vigorously enters her. Tipping her head back, groaning constantly at the feel of Deacon's thrusts, Rayna's arms tremble as they struggle to hold her weight. The creaking of the table, protesting against their enthusiastic movements, echoes around the room. Dragging her head up, Rayna looks down her body as she watches Deacon expertly manipulate her position, giving them both maximum satisfaction. Powerless to move she gives herself over to the rising sensations coursing through her body.

Whimpering as Deacon slams against her highly sensitive spot, deep in her, Rayna is incapable of stopping her head falling backwards. Murmuring exclamations to god, she can feel every nerve in her body on the precipice of exploding. Turning her head to the side, she watches their reflection in the dark glass. The eroticism of seeing themselves reflected back at her sends her excitement soaring. Her eyes momentarily look beyond their image to that of the building opposite. The idea that once again someone could see them, fuels the throbbing of her desire. Panting with want, Rayna squeezed her eyes shut as a powerful orgasm rushed through her.

Thrusting against her, Deacon grunts in pleasure before falling boneless onto Rayna. She could feel his rapidly beating heart against her skin, his warm breath on her skin sent sparks through her, as he struggled to control his breathing. Kissing the side of her neck, he nuzzled his nose into her hair. Glancing once more at their reflection, Rayna was powerless to stop the smile that graced her face. Her legs were up in the air, still caught up in Deacon's arms, which were now holding his body up preventing him from laying his weight on Rayna. Their combined bodies looked like an erotic pretzel.

Capturing his lips, Rayna gently nipped his lower lip before deepening the kiss. Breaking apart, their blue eyes ablaze with love, spoke wordlessly of the depth of that love. They both goofily grinned at each other. Deacon slowly raised himself upwards, his hands pulling Rayna up with him. Lowering her legs to the ground, she gingerly placed her weight on them. Grimacing as her muscles protested, she exclaimed,

"I'm getting too old for this!"

Chuckling, Deacon tenderly slaps her bare butt before stating,

"Suck it up princess, cause I'm not finished with you yet. After all, it is National No Clothes day tomorrow!"