Title - Don't You Go
Chapter title - Breaking In
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 - 4646 words.

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


WARNING - NSFW!


Rafe changed his mind fairly quickly after asking you to move in with him. You had panicked at first, thinking he'd come to regret asking you in the first place but it turned out that it was just the house.

"I don't want us to start this next part of our lives in the place where my parents were so miserable for theirs." He had said over breakfast the following morning.

Rafe rarely spoke of his parents but what you had learnt was that his father was a horrible, mentally abusive man and his mother had married for money, for the Adler name. He didn't want the two of you to live in the house that held that shambled marriage for so long and so he had you take his messages for the day whilst he set up a number of house viewings.

It took a few weeks but eventually he took you to see a house that he insisted was perfect. You promised yourself to be critical, not just say that you loved it because he did but as soon as you saw the place, you were sold.

It was smaller than the other house which you were grateful of, since even now you still got lost in the Adler mansion. It was a perfect mix of modern and old, had all the features that you loved with a big garden too. It had space for your office and his, right next to each other, with an adjoining door this time which you knew would come in handy.

The bedroom was a good size with a large walk in wardrobe for the two of you. There was a library and a huge kitchen, a living room with a fire place and three beautiful bathrooms. Something you loved was that every single room would have a use. There would be no fancy display living room like there was back at the mansion. It was Rafe but it was you too. You loved it.

"This isn't the best bit." Rafe teased as he lead you through the back garden and through a patch of trees just behind.

When you came to the other side, you found yourself stood in front of a beautiful little stream. You squoze Rafe's hand, grinning at the gorgeous scene in front of you.

"Rafe, it's beautiful out here." You leant to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "This is perfect... When can we move in?"

Rafe laughed and lead you back inside so he could organize everything with the realtor. You wondered around, thinking about how it would look once it was full of yours and Rafe's things.


The house was more or less finished within the week of moving in. Rafe took some time off, which you were shocked at, and the two of you spent two days unpacking, occasionally shopping for odd bits and pieces you still needed.

Once it was done you had one week left of vacation time and 6 days until your new pool was going to be filled. Rafe had insisted upon the pool although you said you didn't really need it. He said he wanted it to be perfect for his queen and you had melted right into his arms.

Those first few days were a novelty, living with Rafe. Knowing that you'd be waking up beside him everyday from now on continuously sent shivers down your spine. You took pleasure in the little things, like cooking for him or him cooking for you, he was actually quite the chef. You had a picnic lunch by the stream and planned to do it again for breakfast in a few days. You split the laundry and the ironing between you until his staff came back to work. It was the white picket fence life you often scoffed at in movies but now that it was yours you felt like the luckiest person alive.


"I can't believe you found a place with a stream out back." You gushed as you sat beside Rafe, watching the water trickle over the rocks.

"I didn't know it was here." He confessed. "The realtor showed me when I first came to view it. She said it was an added bonus and any woman in my life was sure to love it."

"She was damn right."

You shared a laugh, lifting a strawberry from your bowl and holding in front of his mouth. He stared at you for a second before finally taking a bite. You ate the rest yourself and leant back on your hands, legs stretched in front of you.

The sun wasn't bright yet and the breeze was cool on your skin. You were wearing a light dress, and a pair of sandles since you'd wanted to get out of the house before morning had passed and eating breakfast would no longer be acceptable.

Rafe lay on his side, leaning on one elbow as his eyes scanned your body. You pretended not to notice his appreciative gaze, instead looking still at the water. When his finger traced up the inside of your calf you were smirking but still you didn't meet his gaze.

"I think I'm going to set myself a challenge." He murmured, leaning to kiss the skin just above your knee.

"Oh?"

"Mm... I have a beautiful new house and a beautiful girlfriend. It's only right I break in each and every room with her isn't it?"

Your eyes finally locked and you saw the cocky smirk on his face. "When you say break them in, you mean... what, exactly?"

His hand slipped up your thigh quicker than you thought it would, his fingers tracing along the waist band of you panties.

"You know exactly what I mean."

He cupped his hand over you, pressing the heel of his hand down and smiling at the gasp that escaped your lips. He hummed his appreciation, kissing along your chest as his fingers traced you through your underwear.

"Rafe, what if someone comes up here."

"Then they'd be trespassing on private property and I'd have my legal team handle it."

He pushed your panties to the side, thumb pressing against your clit as he slipped one of his fingers into your already wet heat. You moaned and threw your head back, legs subconsciously spreading wider.

"That's a good girl."

He pumped another finger into you, his thumb rubbing in circles until you were writhing beneath his hand, your hips bucking up to find more friction. You gasped his name, struggling to hold yourself up.

"You gonna cum for me, baby girl?"

"Oh fuck, yes!" You loved that pet name and he knew exactly what it did to you.

A split second after the name passed his lips you were erupting, clamping down on his fingers as your arms gave way and you collapsed onto the blanket below you. You watched as he pulled his fingers from you and licked them clean just in time for his phone to chime in his pocket. He groaned but you gestured for him to answer. When he was done the look of arousal was gone from his face.

"It's the Jefferson case." He sighed. "They want to discuss the details over a conference call, right now."

"Go, baby." You gave him a quick kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "I'll see you when you're done."


Rafe's conference call lasted much longer than you'd thought it would. You took a shower and thought he'd be done when you'd finished but as you passed his office door you could still hear the conversation going on. Feeling a sudden surge of mischievousness run through you, you went into your own office and silently opened the door that connected your room to his.

He glanced at you, dripping wet in nothing but a towel, and faltered in his sentence but managed to regain himself. His laptop couldn't see you of course and so you decided to enjoy yourself.

You ran your hands over your body, swaying your hips, dancing a little. Rafe was watching you out of the corner of his eye and you smiled at him. Turning your back on him you opened your towel and let it fall to the floor. Glancing over your shoulder you saw his eyes trained on your ass, hand balling into a fist.

You bit your lip to hide a giggle, wiggling your hips teasingly. You turned to face him, running your hands over your breasts, pinching your nipples a little. Rafe glared at you, a silent warning to stop but you ignored it and let one of your hands slip down your stomach to your pussy.

Rafe grabbed a pen and a post it note, holding it up discreetly to show you that it said 'stop' in capital letters. You shook your head with a smirk, slipping your fingers over your clit and biting your lip. Another post it note, reading 'last warning'.

You shrugged, leaning your shoulder on the door frame as you rubbed yourself, your eyes locking with his. His jaw clenched and you were finding it hard not to laugh at him when you spotted the chair opposite his desk. The webcam he was using for his conference call wouldn't be able to see it, but Rafe would.

You walked over, ensuring to sway your hips, sitting down on the edge of the seat as you pulled it forward a little. Rafe was struggling to keep his eyes on the laptop screen as it was but when you lifted your legs, spread them wide and settled your feet on his desk, completely exposed to him, his eyes were fixated on you.

You leant back in your chair, fingers of one hand rubbing against your clit whilst the fingers of another pushed themselves inside of your pussy. Rafe cleared his throat, catching your attention. Another post it. 'You're in big trouble.'

You winked at him and continued on. With the naughtiness of the whole situation, coupled with the way Rafe kept looking at you and the promise of a punishment to come, you were soon reaching your peak. It was hard to keep quiet but you managed. You knew if it were Rafe's hands there would've been no way you wouldn't have been a moaning mess.

You pulled your hand from your pussy, leaning across the desk, out of view of the webcam and pressing your wet and sticky fingers against his. When you stood up you watched as he discreetly raised his finger to his lips, as though he were merely thinking on something that had been said. With a grin you blew him a kiss and made to leave the room but once again he coughed for your attention. A post it.

'Laundry room. Ten minutes. No clothes.'


You were waiting in the laundry room for exactly ten minutes, listening to the washing machine begin it's cycle whilst the tumble dryer was already going. Rafe stormed in, pulling you flush to his chest and looking down at you.

"You think it's funny to make yourself cum whilst I can't do anything?"

"Kind of." You teased, knowing that it would only spur him on more.

"Naughty girl."

He pulled you over to the side of the room and pushed you until you were leant on the work surface. He aimed six slaps to your ass, the initial stinging sensation giving way to pleasure.

"You want to cum?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

He pulled you up, lifting you in his arms and setting you down on the dryer. He pulled you forward, pushing your legs apart and holding your shoulder. He pulled you to lean forward until your clit was pressed against the cool metal corner of the dryer. You gasped and jumped, the vibrations sending a strong tingle through your core. Rafe chuckled and pulled you back into the same position.

You tried to play with your self but Rafe slapped your hand away. Your eyes were closed in bliss and you didn't even realize Rafe had pulled his cock free from his trousers until he was pushing you back and pushing himself into you. You groaned loudly, still able to feel the constant vibrations as the dryer reached the middle of it's cycle.

Rafe was pounding into you at a relentless hard and fast pace, appreciating the moans coming from you. His thumb settled on your clit, rubbing hard until you exploded around him, seeing stars dotting your vision. Rafe forced you to your knees to swallow his cum, as a punishment for your earlier actions.

As he guided you on your shaky legs back into your bedroom you made a mental note to use the laundry room again.


Rafe's next place of conquest turned out to be the kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night and after you'd made your usual trip to the toilet you had a sudden craving for food. You'd left Rafe sound asleep but whilst you were rummaging through the fridge, he appeared behind you, his hand resting on the base of you back.

"If you're hungry I have something you can eat."

"Really? Now?"

You straighten up and raise an eyebrow at your shirtless boyfriend who only offers a smirk in reply. He reaches around you grabbing something from the door of the fridge. He holds up the can of whipped cream, that you had insisted upon whilst he had said it tastes like plastic. He shook it up, removed the cap and squirted it straight into you cleavage where you vest top was hanging low.

"Rafe!" You pushed him back, not missing the giggle that he gave.

"Oh no! How ever will we get it out of there?"

He placed the canister on the counter, grabbing your hands to hold them still before dipping his head and licking a pile of the cream from your chest. You bit your lip, watching as he cleaned up the rest, licking his lips for good measure.

Once he was done you smirked and turned to the cupboard, pulling out the bottle you were looking for and squirting it down Rafe's chest. Golden syrup oozed over his flesh, running down to settle on the waistband of his pajama pants.

"You're looking a little sticky there, honey." You dipped a finger into the gooey substance and brought it to your lips. "But so damn sweet."

You mirrored his earlier actions, licking and sucking your way down his chest until all of the syrup was gone. You ran your tongue along his hips hearing hip suck in a breath above you.

"Sorry, I missed a bit."

Rafe grinned wolfishly and hoisted you up onto the counter. You lifted your hips so he could pull your pajamas shorts down before he dissapeared into the fridge again. You closed you eyes, leaning your head back, jumping when you felt something cold begin to run down onto your pussy. You took a glance at the bottle Rafe tossed onto the side. Chocolate sauce.

His tongue ran up your soaked heat, gathering up some of the sauce on the way. You gasped as the mixture of the cold food and the warmth of Rafe's tongue. Rafe always had chocolate sauce on his ice cream and you had a vague thought in the back of your head that it was ironic now that he was licking you like an ice cream too.

He stopped just before you came, standing up and pulling himself free from his pants. You reached down, pumping his cock a few times before guiding him into you. You both released loud moans, his first few thrusts were slow and relaxed but he soon picked up the pace, thrusting into you, making you grasp at the handles of the cupboards above you in search of something, anything to hold on to.

You dropped to the floor to swallow his cum again when Rafe breathlessly offered you one last midnight snack. You returned to bed naked and sticky and too tired to be hungry anymore.


Breaking in the bedroom was a tangle of sweaty bodies, spurred on by a day spent talking about the past. It was one of the few days Rafe opened up to you about his upbringing, something he hated to talk about.

It had begun as an argument, you were talking about your favorite TV shows from your own childhood, asking Rafe if he had ever seen your favorite. When he said no you'd acted shocked and appalled, gasping a 'how could you not have?' Then suddenly it dawned on you that he hadn't seen it because his father never would have let him watch it.

You tried to apologize but it was too late, you'd already said it and the damage was done. You let him cool off for an hour and as he did, you wrote a list of your favorite childhood TV shows and films, favorite games you'd play and stupid things you'd do. You found Rafe in his office, the place he always went to hide from you.

You'd given him the list and he at first took it as you trying to rub it in his face that you had what he hadn't. But you took his hand and explained. You were going to show him the shows and watch the films with him, play the games with him. He'd tried to play the 'i'm a middle aged man for god sake' card but you insisted that no matter what age, everyone needs to have a bit of childhood innocence in their lives, whether it comes late or not.

Rafe had been so touched that you cared enough to do that for him that he had practically carried you into your room to show you the exact opposite of childhood innocence.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as you rode him, leaning down low so you could keep your mouth over his. You loved times when sex was more making love than just fucking. Rafe put his emotion into it, holding you as close as he could, kissing you everywhere he could reach. These were the times when he'd simply get so worked up he'd release into you with a long, languid moan whilst you rode out some of your most intense orgasms.


"Sweetheart, I have to pick up some papers soon. How long are you going to be?" Rafe called through the bathroom door.

"Rafe, I just got into the shower." You shook your head as you let the warm water wash over your skin. "Use the guest room en suite."

"I don't think so." His voice was closer and you turned, spotting his form through the misty shower door. "We'll just share, save some time." He stripped off, stepping into the shower with a cocky grin.

"I don't know how much time you're thinking you'll save getting in here with me."

It started innocently enough, he just watched as you washed yourself, put the shampoo into your hair, the one you knew he loved the smell of. As you were washing the shampoo out, head leaning back, eyes closed, Rafe stepped closer to you and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.

Soon enough he was buried deep inside of you, his strong arms holding you up against the cold tiles that were pressed against your back in stark contrast to the water that was running over both of your bodies.

"You re mine. He whispers against your collar bone. "All mine."

At any other point of the day with any other person you would've protested the point, 'I don't belong to anyone, I'm not a possession!'. But with Rafe, here in the shower with the way he was making you feel, you did the opposite.

"I'm all yours baby." You whispered back. "Always yours."


Your week off was almost at it's end and true to his word, Rafe had broke in every room in the house. Well... except one.

He was rushing around trying to find his suit jacket whilst calling to you that you were going to miss your dinner reservations. You, however, knew exactly where his jacket was and had no intention of making that dinner date. He called your name and you called back to give him your location. The garage.

"Oh good, are you ready?" He came down the steps, fiddling with his tie. "I still can't find my..." He trailed off when he raised his gaze to look at you.

You were leant against the bonnet of his car, a sleek black Aston Martin DB5. It wasn't the car he used most often but it was more his private pride and joy, used only for special occasions and it just happened to be your favorite of his collection.

You were wearing his suit jacket and absolutely nothing else underneath it. You smirked at his expression, running your fingers down the lapel.

"You're going to crease it." He set his jaw as he sauntered over to you. "I just had it pressed."

You were expecting him to drag you into the car and have his way with you but instead he seated himself in the driver seat, started the car and settled it to idle. You were curious as he returned to you, turning you around and pulling the jacket from your shoulders. He draped it over the door of the Aston Martin and then was once again in front of you.

He lifted you up, seating you on the bonnet, ensuring your legs were open and you were leaning forward just like he had done in the laundry room. This time, the vibrations of the car engine were so much more intense than that of the dryer. Rafe held you there, watching you in silence with a steady gaze until you were cumming, calling out his name and pulling on his shirt.

You practically begged him to fuck you, right there on the bonnet but he knelt down, ruining the knee of his slacks. You knew he didn't care, he'd just buy some knew ones. Besides, to him, it was worth it just to taste you. And taste you he did, he ate you like a man possessed, one hand grasping at your breasts as the other was being gripped by your own hand as you rode out your second orgasm.

When he finally pushed himself into you, his slacks slipping down from his hips, you breathed his name out and gripped onto his broad shoulders as though they were your life line. You came again in a matter of minutes, Rafe always knew the perfect angle just to hit your perfect spot and when he amped up his speed you were cumming again, that familiar black out sensation that you now knew meant you were squirting.

Sure enough when you opened your eyes, spots of Rafe's white shirt were wet and quickly becoming transparent. He came soon after, remaining sheathed inside of you as his forehead rest against yours, chest heaving with exertion.

"We missed dinner." You kissed him lazily. "I'll make you something to make up for it."

"You already made up for it sweetheart. Let's just go relax and then make up for it again."


After your escapade in the garage you had figured Rafe's challenge of breaking the house in was finished. You were wrong, of course. Rafe always had something else up his sleeve.

At the end of your week vacation you pool had been filled and you insisted that the two of you try it out that evening. Rafe had been reluctant since he had some things to organize before he was back at work the following day but when he saw the bikini you left lying on the bed he agreed to it.

You swam around the pool for a while, shared one or two drinks at the side whilst you dangled your feet in and even discussed getting a hot tub too. You were sat close to him, your hand resting on his back when you felt how tense he was.

"How is it that you're already tensing up the day before work?" You sighed, pushing him back into the water. "Honestly you're all coiled up back here."

You followed him into the pool, staying behind him and working your fingers over his shoulders and down his back. Rafe's stress tended to settle there and he hated going for massage's and so you had taken it upon yourself to learn the basics.

The only issue was that Rafe loved having your hands on him. Period. Whenever you were touching him was when he was at his happiest and most at ease. And when you were massaging him? Whew, no competition.

You worked your fingers into a particularly difficult knot and heard the low moan that escaped him. You ignored it, intending to ensure he wasn't so wound up but more of those delicious sounds came from his lips until you were blushing all over. You never would've guessed that even after a year he'd be making you blush like that.

"You wanna go inside, babe?" You asked, kissed his shoulders.

"No." He turned, his hands finding your hips easily. "We can stay right here."

"What if someone sees us?" Your eyes widen, quickly glancing around your garden.

"Darling... We live in a secluded area that is private property. No one is going to see us... We don't even have neighbors."

Glancing down into the water you could see the distorted imagine of the bulge in Rafe's swimming trunks. You reach down, gripping his length in your hand and earning another moan.

"I can't hold my breath long enough to go down there."

"You don't need to, I'll get you off first." His fingers slipped into your bikini bottoms as he smirked at you.

"That a challenge Mr Adler?"

"It's a promise."

He rubbed against your clit, his eyes never leaving your as you pulled him free from his trunks, pumping his cock with both hands. The intensity of his gaze only increased the pleasure of his fingers and sure enough, you were soon a shuddering mess, only held up by his arms.

"I win." He declared smugly. "What's my prize?"

You shook your head with a laugh before moving to the edge of the pool and lifting yourself up enough to lean your upper half over the edge, leaving your ass up in the air for him. You felt his hands squeeze your cheeks before he pulled your bikini bottoms down and let them float away across the water.

His fingers delved into you and you bit your lip to keep from moaning. Glancing back you saw that he was working himself with his free hand as his tongue darted into your hole. You were almost at your breaking point once more when he pulled you back into the water, still bent forward, and pushed himself into you.

As he built up a rhythm, the sound of his flesh smacking against yours as he fucked you was replaced by the sound of splashing water, rippling around your waist. You nearly dipped your head under as Rafe's thick length made you forget about the necessities of keeping yourself up right. He had to hold onto your waist when you came and when he joined you, you were sure his grip was going to leave bruises on your waist.

The two of you headed to your bedroom to dry off, change into your pajamas and snuggle up in bed together. He ran his fingers through your damp hair as your breathing began to even out.

"Maybe we should move again just to break in a new place." He pondered.

"We could always buy a vacation home."