Title - Don't You Go
Chapter title - Denial
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 - 3226 words.
A/n - Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:
WARNING - NSFW!
Rafe Adler was the type of person who would do anything to stop things from becoming an inconvenience. Anything that had ever bothered him for too long had been fixed or completely removed just to make his life that bit easier.
He wasn't a very tall man but when you didn't wear shoes, he was tall enough that he had to bend to kiss you. Sometimes, he liked it, thought it was cute. Sometimes he would hoist you up into his arms so he didn't have to stoop. He loved when you went to an event together since with heels you were more or less eye to eye. But sometimes, he had to get inventive.
"Just stand there." He instructed you when you had come home from a business meeting. He was pointing at the bottom of step of the staircase.
"Why?"
"Trust me."
You did as instructed, waiting until he was standing before you with a smug smile. He captured your lips easily, his fingers lightly holding your chin. He pulled away, still smiling.
"Maybe I should buy you platforms."
One afternoon when you were in the kitchen you didn't even get to finish making yourself a drink when he came in and lifted you onto the counter. This set you at higher than him but if you were the one leaning down, he didn't mind.
Your favorite times were when he was in such a hurry to get you to the bedroom that he'd simply lift you until your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist so he had easy access to your lips as he guided your way to the bed. Those nights were always when he was at his most passionate.
Even after having been Rafe's girlfriend for a long few months, there were still some things you just never expected of him. A cozy evening in was one of them.
You were both working into the evening in your separate offices and it wasn't until Rafe heard a loud crack of thunder that he realised it was way past your finishing time. He stretched out his aching back, hunching over a desk all day never did him any good, and stood to head to your office.
You were engrossed in a phone call when he entered, only offering the faintest flicker of a smile as he silently left again, closing the door as quietly as he could. It was about a half hour before he returned, thankful to see your phone safely on it's hook.
"Everything ok?" He asked, voice sending a soothing feeling through your mind.
"Some of your clients are so arrogant, Rafe." You huffed, blowing a strand of hair from your line of vision. "Honestly, if I could reach through the phone to strangle them, I wouldn't hesitate."
Rafe chuckled as he moved to your side of the desk, leaning back against it as he gently brushed his fingertips across your cheek. You let your eyes fall shut, tilting your head to press your cheek into his palm. You didn't see the fond smile he gave you.
"Are you staying tonight?" He asked quietly. Even after everything, he was still hesitant to ask that question, always afraid you'd say no.
"Well, it'd be dangerous to try and drive home in this weather."
"Good, go change into something comfortable. I'll be in the living room."
"The fancy one in front or the one in back?" You still had no idea why he needed to living rooms, especially since he never used the front one but you merely shrugged it off as a rich thing.
"The one in the back."
You nodded and headed to Rafe's room. You had gradually left a few essentials and changes of clothes at Rafe's since you stayed over so often and he had insisted upon you placing it into his room rather than letting it clutter your office.
You changed into a pajama set that he had bought you a month previous. The shorts were loose and silky against your skin with a lace edging around the bottom of each leg that finished mid thigh. The top was the same material in a loose fitted vest top, lace edging around the low neck line. The set would either get you laid or keep you comfortable in the night.
When you made your way to the living room you were shocked to see that Rafe was also in his pajama pants and a grey tee shirt. He was pouring two glasses of wine, the fire was crackling away and the television was on low volume.
"What's all this?" You smiled, moving over to where he sat on the large plush sofa.
"I thought after all the work we've done this week, we could have a night in. Just us, just relaxing." He gave you his rare, wide smile and you returned it, butterflies in your stomach. "I've ordered Chinese food from that place you like. I hope it's good quality."
"It's the best." You promised, taking one of the glasses of wine and taking a sip. "This is lovely Rafe. Thank you."
The evening was spent with light chatter, the topic of work avoided completely. You both made fun of television shows, drank wine until you were tipsy and watched the rain pour down outside. The thunder and lightening had long since stopped, but the rain was relentless.
"Rafe, when was the last time you did something completely crazy on pure impulse?" You asked, feeling a sudden surge of energy run through your chest.
"Why?" He asked, warily. "What are you planning?
"Come outside with me." You jumped up from the sofa, rushing over to the double glass doors and sliding one open. "Come on!"
"You're crazy." Rafe shouted after you but you could see the smirk fighting it's way onto his lips. "You're going to get sick."
"It's worth it!" You giggled, spreading your arms out either side of you and spinning around in circles as the rain made your pajamas stick to your skin. "I'm not coming back in unless you come and get me."
"Sweetheart..." Rafe's tone had the playful warning that sent tingles coursing through you. "Get back here, now."
"Make me."
"Don't test me."
"Maybe I'll run down to the end of your garden, there's alot of free space to run you know. And on the grass in the rain, there'll be lots of mud to traipse all over your lovely white carpet when I come back in."
You were grinning, taking tiny steps backwards off the wooden decking, moving ever closer to the grass. Rafe groaned, shooting an exasperated look towards the sky before he darted out towards you. You always forgot how quick he could be and he had you hoisted over his shoulder in no time, marching back into the house and locking the door behind him.
He set you down, dripping wet, on the carpet in front of him. You smiled when you saw his shirt was soaked through, clinging to his chest. You would've made a suggestive comment if it weren't for the shiver that shook you body when you opened your mouth. With a frown, Rafe guided you towards the fire and sat you down in front of it, wrapping himself around you.
He peeled off your clothes when you were still shivering and when he remembered he was also wet, he quickly shed his. You sat naked between his legs, your back against his chest as he rubbed his hands along your thighs and up your sides in an attempt to keep you warm. You smiled when he began leaving kisses along your shoulder.
"I know something fun that would get me good and sweaty real quick."
You turned to face you boyfriend who laughed at your words, pressing a heated kiss to your lips as he lay you back on his plush carpet. And just as you had promised, you soon built up a heat between you, clinging onto each other and calling out your names.
But of course, Rafe got the last laugh when the following morning you woke up shivering with a fever. But he did take good care of you, insisting on you staying in his bed whilst you were sick with no work, lots of warm food and drinks and plenty of cuddling in the evening when all of his staff had left for home.
"Rafe, are you-"
You cut yourself off as you peeked your head around his office door, finding his nostrils flared and fists clenched as he held his phone to his ear. He had been becoming increasingly more stressed over the past few days all thanks to a new client he'd been negotiating with. You had planned to have a make out or even a quickie when you came into his office to release some of his tension but seeing the look in his eyes you knew it was out of the question.
You had stayed over the night previous, taking yourself to bed alone whilst he was still working into the early hours. You didn't feel the bed dip until gone three and even then he lay rigid and stiff for another hour or so, even when you wrapped your arm around his middle.
You knew that when he was in this kind of mood there was no easing him into time off, you had to force it. You closed the door behind you, sliding the lock shut as you made your way to his desk. He didn't look at you as he argued with whoever was on the other end of the line. He barely noticed when you knelt down and crawled beneath his desk so you were situated in front of his lap. It wasn't until you ran your hands up his thighs that he jumped and stopped talking, scooting his chair back to look down at you.
You held a finger up to your lips and gestured for him to continue with the call, which he did but his voice was an octave higher. You hid a laugh and ran your hands up his chest and back down to rest on his crotch. His breath faltered and again, you smiled innocently up at him.
You made a point of moving slowly as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. You were planning on teasing him but it seemed he couldn't handle that in his current state. He used his free hand to swiftly pull his cock free from his pants, pumping himself a few times as he eyed you. He released himself, placing his hand on the side of your face and gently guiding you forward, the words to his client coming out too fast.
You continued at your own pace, teasing light licks to the underside of his head. He hissed, teeth grinding together until you took the head into your mouth. You ran your tongue around in circles, keeping the palms of your hands pressed flat to his thighs. You moved slowly down his length, taking more and more until he hit the back of your throat. You made a small gagging sound and it seemed that Rafe was in no mood for any more teasing.
He asked his client for details, giving him time to pause from speaking as his hand came back to your head, holding you still as he thrust up into your mouth. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he fought of his moans. You moved one of your hands to cup his balls, the other slipping beneath his disheveled shirt and running along his taut stomach.
Soon enough he was back on the phone, telling his client that something had come up and he'd call them back later. It was entirely unprofessional to hang up so abruptly but if he didn't, they'd hear him. Hear you.
He pulled himself from your mouth, standing from his chair and taking his cock into his hand, pumping himself as he aimed at your outstretched tongue. He lay the head against the warmth of your tongue, groaning loudly as he moved his hand at a furious speed.
"You're going to swallow every last drop, aren't you?"
He grunted and you gave a noise of confirmation, his cum shooting out onto the back of your tongue. You wrapped your lips around his head, swallowing his cum as you looked up at him.
"Good girl." He smiled, slumping back down onto his chair as he glanced wearily at his phone. "I should call them back."
"You should." You smiled, moving back out from beneath the desk and heading to leave the room. "I'll be on the bed when you're finished."
Over the next two days, you had taken it upon yourself to torture Rafe to the brink of insanity. You teased and flirted, you touched him in all the ways you knew he loved, but you always stopped short just before he could reach his peak.
The first time you had used just your hand, slipped into his pants in the back of the car. You saw his hands ball into fists, his jaw clench and his hips lift and so you pulled your hand away and slid across to seat to gaze out of the window.
Later in the evening you used your mouth, in the shower after a long day. Again, when you saw his usual tells and his hands gripped your hair, you removed him from your mouth, stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around your body.
You did the same the following day and you could see the hunger that had grown in his eyes. That was your plan. Get him so wound up that he exploded. You stayed over that evening, heading up to bed without him. You waited until he followed you, tossing his shirt across the room. You were quick to pull him onto the bed and straddle his waist.
"I hope you're going to make up for all the teasing." He had a faint smile, his hands grasping your waist.
"I'll get to that bit."
You chuckled at his confused expression as you held up two of his ties. You took each of his hands and tied them to the bed frame, spurred on by his lack of protest. You pulled out a third tie and settled it around his eyes.
You moved off the bed, pulling off his pants and boxers and leaving them on the floor. He was already hard, so ready to find his release. You shed your clothes as quickly as you could manage and climbed back onto the duvet beside him.
You trailed your fingers up his inner thighs, across his stomach, his arms and neck, across his lips and eye lids and back down to his hips. His body twitched beneath your touch and you could see the painful red colour to his cock as he ached for you to touch him.
"What do you want, Rafe?" You asked, fingers dancing around him.
"You." His voice was breathy, an unusual tone for him. "Touch me." You decided to do this again sometime, seeing Rafe completely at your mercy was making pools between your legs. "Please." He added as an afterthought.
"Good boy."
You gripped his cock and the whimper that sounded from him was exquisite. He bucked his hips only to still himself when you released him. You giggled a little and took him in hand again, pumping his length a few times. Leaning down you ran your lips over his stomach, letting your tongue dip into his navel before you moved up his chest.
You ran your nails over his skin, pressing down lightly to create a pleasurable stinging sensation. Rafe was moaning lightly and so you decided to turn things up. You swung your leg over his, lowering yourself until your heat was pressed against him. His groan was loud now, not bothering to hold himself back as he usually did.
You rocked your hips back and forth, biting your lip when your clit slid against him, slick from your arousal. Rafe pulled against his restraints, wishing he could touch you, see you at least.
"Wanna hear you." He murmured. "Say my name."
"Not yet." You whispered, lifting your hips and sliding him into you with a small groan. "Soon."
"Fuck." He breathed, pulling again at his ties.
It seemed that all it took was his cock buried deep inside of you to take pity on the poor guy, after all you hadn't come in two days either. You leant forward, purposely letting your breasts fall into his face as you removed his blind fold. He buried his face in your chest as you released his ties, his hands instantly coming to your body.
You didn't have time to acknowledge that he'd flipped the situation completely. You were below him now, his hands on your chest as he gazed down at you, teeth gritted. His thrusts were hard, deep and fast and within seconds your voice was tearing itself from your chest. He was just as loud, if not louder than you as he pounded you into the mattress.
"Oh god! Rafe you're so good!"
You felt the familiar tightening inside of you but it felt so much more intense than usual. Whether it was the situation or the fact that you had been so aroused without release whilst you teased Rafe, you didn't know. But when your orgasm tore through you, you saw those black spots in your vision, your mind blanking for a moment as your body shook and convulsed. Rafe stilled and you weren't sure why until your eyes opened again.
Rafe's body was slick with wetness, not his sweat and he was grinning wolfishly at you. You panted as you watched each other and all of sudden, you realised exactly what had happened.
"Did I squirt?"
Rafe said nothing, only nodded before he was thrusting into you once more. His moans grew more hoarse as he went along until he exploded inside of you, feeling his seed fill you up. He tried to hold his own weight above you but it seemed after the last two days he simply couldn't handle it and he collapsed onto you body. As your chests heaved against each other he had just enough energy to lift his head, steal a kiss and ask you a question posed as a demand.
"Move in with me."
"What?" You balked, caught off guard.
"Move in with me." He repeated, rolling off of you and onto his back. "You're always here anyway, I love you, you love me... Why not?" He was always relaxed after sex but his nonchalance was something new. "We've been together for just short of a year now and I'm fed up of you having to go and get fresh clothes all the time... So, move in with me."
You thought about it for a second. You did love each other, you had been together for almost a year, you were always there and you couldn't deny you'd love to have Rafe with you twenty four seven. Plus it was another way for him to fix one of those inconveniences he hated so much.
"Alright." You grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Let's do it."
