Title - Don't You Go
Chapter title - The Next Step
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own the Uncharted Series in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding this series.
Chapter Word Count - 2680 words.

A/n - Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:


You had insisted on returning home after your little rendezvous with Rafe. He told you to take the following day off, to recover. He'd said it with a wink and you could barely control the flutter in your stomach. Thankfully, you had your clothes from the morning still in your office and so once you'd changed you called a cab, insisting there was no need to call his driver back, and headed home.

When you woke the following morning you had a dull, aching soreness between your thighs. You felt yourself blush at the memories as you made yourself some tea and ran a bath, full of bubbles and bath salts. But as you relaxed into the warm water, feeling it ease some of the pain, you felt that wash of dread run through you. What was Rafe thinking now? Was he going to call you and tell you not to bother going back to work? Would he think he could use you regularly just to fuck when he needed to?

You lay in the tub for hours, over thinking every touch, every word, every tiny detail of your relationship over the past six months. When you got out, skin pruning, you decided you were going to act like nothing happened. You would only mention it if he brought it up. You would not let yourself be seen as a lovesick idiot, fawning over her boss. You were smarter than that.

You went to work the following day with that idea in your head. You'd also had to use alot of make up the cover the marks he'd left on your neck and down your chest.

For the most part it seemed that Rafe had the same idea. He didn't mention it, he didn't smirk at you or wink at you, in fact he barely even spoke to you. At first you didn't mind, since you were avoiding him too but soon enough you started to feel like maybe he regretted it. Maybe he had just taken pity on your pathetic attempts at flirting in the past or thought it was an appropriate thank you for attending all of those events with him. Maybe he was just drunk.

Thoughts like that filled your head for weeks but what you didn't know is that Rafe Adler, was also struggling. Under you nose, just across the hall from you, he too was trying to figure out how he could deal with this mess he'd gotten you both into.

He did not fall in love with his assistant. He repeated it to himself everyday before you arrived at his house to start working. He tried to act aloof, cold and unapproachable, which had worked to begin with. You'd done the same after all. But then he noticed your downcast eyes whenever he passed, your distant looks, mouth turned down at the corners and he realised, maybe his plan was just about the dumbest plan he'd ever had.

He had been planning on talking to you before you left that evening, four weeks after the night you'd spent together, but you had barged into his office before he could even stand up.

"I can't do this anymore." You started, hands shaking and thoughts swimming. "I don't know what that night meant to you but I can't keep pretending that it didn't mean anything to me. I know that sleeping with my boss was an idiot move but I did and I don't regret it." Rafe opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. "I didn't want it to be a one time thing, Mr Adler and I know how inappropriate in work relationships are and I realize that our working situation has become... uncomfortable. So, I quit."

"You quit?"

"Yes. I'm leaving. I've left a few numbers on my desk of other personal assistants I know who would do you a great service. I'm sorry." You turned to leave, barely making it to the door before Rafe finally spoke up.

"So, you're just going to leave?" He asked and you nodded. "Is there anything I can say to change your mind?"

"No." You frowned, the tone of his voice was quiet, so unlike what you were used to.

"What if I told you that I didn't want it to be a one time thing either." He stood up, moving slowly towards you. "I'm not good with this kind of thing but I'm trying, ok? I need you here."

"As your assistant?"

"Yes." He brushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. "And, if you like, as a girlfriend. You don't have to pretend it didn't mean anything in front of me, y'know? I want you and you want me too."

"Mr Adler..."

"Call me Rafe."

Rafe held your face between his hands, scanning your face for a second before leaning down and stealing a chaste kiss. You didn't even get the chance to close your eyes before he'd pulled away and you pouted.

"Don't you go and leave me now. Especially after we just spent hours networking with all those stuffy assholes."

"I'm not going anywhere." You laughed.

Rafe kissed you again, longer this time, pulling away to press another kiss to your forehead before informing you he needed the number for the Bradley's. You nodded, slipping back into work mode and heading back into your office with a smile that matched your boss' on your face.


For the rest of the day, you continued like you usually did, only this time your office doors were wide open, as were his. You liked being able to look up and see him working at his desk. Occasionally when you looked at him, he was staring straight back at you. When you stood from your desk at lunch time you could feel his eyes watching you.

"I'm going on my lunch break." You explained and he nodded in thought before standing and following you.

"Why don't we eat together?"

You laughed a little as he fell into step beside you. "You know I don't expect you to do all the regular boyfriend stuff. I know that's not who you are."

"Says who?" He frowned. "And besides, we're just eating together, it's not like I'm bringing you bouquets of flowers and chocolates."

You ate together at the kitchen counter, Rafe's kitchen staff watching you with curiosity but Rafe shooed them away. You asked more about Rafe's treasure hunting past and he told you stories about some of the dangers he had face and of course over come. He even promised to show you some of his artifacts one day.

Before you left for the night, you stopped by his office to say goodbye, only to remember something you needed from him.

"Are you done for the day?" He seemed almost sad that you were leaving and you gave him a small smile.

"Yes but I just remembered I wanted to ask you something." You gestured awkwardly to his desk already feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. "You still have my uh... my underwear."

"Oh!" Suddenly Rafe was turning a brilliant shade of tomato red and you couldn't help but be curious. "I uh, they're just... I-"

"Where are they?" You rounded his desk, pulling open the drawer you had seen him put them in but they were no longer there. Frowning you dropped you bag and coat into the chair, waiting with your arms folded. "Where are my panties?" You asked again and Rafe cleared his throat and gave a mumble. "What?"

"In my bedroom." He answered again, clearer this time and your face broke out into a mischievous smirk. "What?" His face dropped as he practically heard your thoughts. "No, don't you dare."

It was too late. You were tearing out of his office and up the large staircase, trying your best to keep running despite your laughter. The only room in the upstairs of the house that you had been in was the bathroom and you were always quick to scurry back to your desk.

Your only issue once you were upstairs was that you had no idea which room was Rafe's bedroom. You pushed open doors at random until you spotted the door at the very end of the corridor. You assumed it would be the master bedroom and charged towards it, vaguely aware of how close Rafe's footfalls were behind you.

You slammed the door shut behind you, hoping to buy some time. Rafe's room was large, master bed sitting central against the back wall with side tables either side. The feature wall was dark grey whilst the rest were an off white colour. You couldn't concentrate on the rest of the decor though as you tried to find what you were looking for.

They were not in his dresser and so you turned to the side tables. You opened one, finding only a phone charger and a book and so quickly ran to the other side, just managing to open it and lift your black lace panties as Rafe tackled you onto the bed. He took the garment from you, face still red as he straddled your waist.

"Y'know, they feel alot stickier than I remember." You teased, noting the flare in his nostrils. "Have you been using them?"

"Don't be ridiculous." He climbed off of you, crossing the room to stand in front of the windows, covered by gossamer curtains.

"Weren't you the one that made me confess how I touch myself when I think of you?" You crossed the room, trailing your hands up his spine. "Return the favor." You gripped his wrist, pushing it forward so he could see your panties that he held in his fingers. "Did you smell them?"

"No." He growled, fists clenching and knuckles turning white. You let your arms wrap around his waist, hands slipping to his belt. "I... used them." He gulped, not used to not being in control of the situation. He stammered as you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants slightly down.

"Like this?"

You took the panties from his hand and wrapped them around his cock before using your other hand to move them up and down his shaft. He whimpered slightly before nodding, eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes, j-just like that."

His own larger hand closed around yours, speeding up your pace. You let your free hand slip beneath his shirt, running up his spine and over his shoulder blades. This didn't last long as the feel of your nails against his skin pulled Rafe back to his senses and he stilled your hand. He dropped your panties to the ground as he turned and picked you up. You squealed, wrapping your legs around his waist until he gently lay you on his bed.

He stood up, pulling off his shirt and his pants, leaving him completely exposed. He had a faint smile on his lips as he crawled his way up to you, nuzzling his face into your neck and giving the sensitive flesh there a quick nip. You let your fingers run through his hair and he gave an appreciative moan before pulling back to capture your lips in a needy kiss.

You let him pull off your shirt and bra, head lolling back when his mouth found your breasts again. He licked a strip between your breasts, tickling you and making you laugh. He smiled at the sound before he moved to tear of your pants, tossing them across the room.

He took his sweet time caressing your things and pressing kisses along them. You knew he was doing it on purpose to tease you but you refused to beg him, not this time. He didn't care though, his talented mouth was soon pressed against your pussy, tongue running across your clit and dipping into you. You gasped, fingers once again tangling into his hair and giving it sharp tugs which he seemed to enjoy.

"Fuck, that feels so good, Rafe." You panted and he hummed against you, sending vibrations coursing through you until he slipped a finger into you. "Ah, Jesus fuck!"

You bucked your hips up against him, moaning his name loudly as he made you cum, lapping up your juices as you did. His tongue was unrelenting and you had to pull on his hair to make him stop when you could barely stand it anymore. He wiped his chin, climbing up your body, stopping to press kisses up your stomach and across your breasts.

When he kissed you again, tongue finding yours, you could taste yourself on him. You reached down to pump his cock a few times before you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulling him into you, hoping he'd get the message. He reached his own hand down, lining himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing himself into you.

This time was so different to the first with Rafe. Before he had given you no time to adjust to his size, pounding into you without faltering until you were a shaking mess beneath him. This time he went slowly, chest pressed flush against yours as his hips moved in a gentle rhythm. His lips barely left your skin, kissing anywhere he could reach and sucking marks into your neck which you knew you'd have to cover again.

When your second orgasm quickly rolled it's way around he pulled back slightly, staring intently into your eyes as he angled his hips in just the perfect way to hit your spot. He watched as you mouth formed the perfect o, eyes fluttering shut despite trying to hold his gaze. His name spilled from your lips and a long groan followed, your whole body shuddering through the climax.

His lips covered yours before you could recover and his speed increased, bucking into you faster and harder than he had previously but not as hard as your first time. You could already feel yourself building up again and you scratched your nails down his shoulder blades. He hissed a little but shot you a smirk that told you just how much he loved the feeling.

"Rafe, you feel so good!" You moaned and he kissed you again. It seemed every time you spoke of how good he made you feel, it almost spurred him on. He kissed you each time and you loved the flash of smile you saw when you did. "You're so good, baby, you're gonna make me cum again." Another kiss, another smile and a new look of determination as his fingers started to tease your clit.

As soon as he felt you begin to tighten around him, he pressed his forehead against yours as he too started to cum. You gripped the back of his neck with one hand, his broad shoulder with the other as you almost screamed his name. You were met with groans of your own name from Rafe as he stared straight into your eyes, one hand holding onto your breast, the other holding his weight.

He stilled, gently laying himself on you but you didn't mind the weight as you panted beneath him, thoroughly exhausted. You lay like that for a while before he pulled himself out of you and rolled onto his back.

"You could stay the night." He said at last and you turned your head to look at him. "If you want to."

"I'd love to."

You smiled as he sat up, pulling the covers over the two of you, hiding a smile when you snuggled into his chest. He kept one arm around your shoulders, the other rested behind his head as he let you trace patterns into his chest hair. Suddenly you sat up with a gasp and he panicked that something was wrong.

"Did the kitchen staff leave before I came to see you in your office?"

"No, not that I'm aware of. Why?" He scoffed a little, wondering why you were concerning yourself with their whereabouts as your face paled.

"I think we might have just given them an audio show."