Title - Don't You Go
Chapter title - Like The First Time
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 - 5429 words.
A/n - It's the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this, I really do appreciate it. This was a fun little series to write, maybe I'll write more for Rafe in the future, we'll see. Thanks again! 3 xx
WARNING - NSFW!
Over the next two years you and Rafe only grew stronger as both friends and a couple. He was your soulmate, it was as simple as that and you knew just in the way that he looked at you when he thought you didn't notice, that he felt the same.
You continued to be his assistant, you took occasional treasure hunting jobs and he doubled the companies profits with a very smart investment deal with an old money family who were looking to expand.
It was a year after your first treasure hunt that Rafe received a call from Samuel Drake. He had managed to persuade his brother to meet with Rafe, hash everything out and put the past in the past. Rafe insisted they come to his place which had been questioned at first but eventually agreed to.
You found yourself seated across from Samuel Drake who smiled in greeting when he arrived with Victor Sullivan. Nathan Drake arrived a little late but no one made comment as he and his wife Elena joined the table.
Nathan was aggravated, you could sense it radiating from him as he sat beside his brother. Elena was next to you and Sully and Rafe each took an end of the table. You gripped Rafe's hand briefly, knowing how nervous he had been leading up to this dinner.
You stayed silent for the most part as they talked about their history. You already knew the majority from nights when Rafe felt the need to confess his wrong doings. You always appreciated his honesty with you.
There was shouting, threats, waving of hands and two of your favorite wine glasses ended up smashed in anger and frustration. There was a break in the evening when Rafe left for the bathroom. You noted Sam's frustrated tears as he began to talk to his brother in hushed tones whilst you excused yourself to find Rafe.
He was crying in the bathroom, hands white knuckled as he gripped the sink edge. He refused to even look at you, whimpering about how he never expected forgiveness, just needed their understanding. You assured him it would come, it would just take time, massaging the tension from his shoulders.
It did take time. Alot of time. That wasn't the only dinner you had, there were many more along with more shouting, tears and broken crockery. But after almost half a year of them, an agreement was reached.
They could not forgive Rafe, not after everything that had happened and he promised them that he understood that and respected that. But the boys did agree that they wanted to forget the past, forget Henry Avery and his damned treasure. Water under the bridge, Sam had said.
You knew that Nathan was still wary of Rafe and Sully was protective of his boys. Elena was angry at Rafe but she could read people and she knew he had changed for the better, she even lingered one evening to thank you for arranging this. She told you in a hurried whisper that Nathan occasionally lost sleep over the past.
Sam had been friends with Rafe the longest, trusted him before and still felt like he owed him for dragging his ass out of Panama. He said it'd take a while for the trust to return but in the mean time they could make these dinners and going for drinks a regular occurrence, 'like it used to be, remember? Before Panama?'
Rafe agreed and to your surprise he kept his word. He wasn't the type to be caught in a bar most nights but you could tell he was making the effort for the sake of making amends for his old self. He was determined that no matter how long it took, Sam and Nathan would be his friends again.
A year after those dinners, Sam and Rafe were in a comfortable friendship. Rafe would ask for Sam's assistance when treasure hunting which the older man would offer as best as he could via the phone. They never truly worked together again, but they helped each other out. If Sam came into a sticky situation where only certain contacts or a deal of money could get him out of it, Rafe made him promise not to hesitate to contact him.
Whenever Sam was in town, he and Rafe would hang out in the evenings. It was on one of Sam's longer stints in town that Rafe began to act strange. He was distant, more so than usual, more reserved in his thoughts and more often than not he refused to let you handle his private e-mails which he had never hidden from you before.
You tried not to grow suspicious but it was hard. Rafe had come to trust you, or so you thought, with everything. You wondered if maybe something had happened between him and Sam since when Sam came over for dinner one evening, you asked what they got up to on their evenings out and Sam had coughed and come up with a vague 'oh you know, guy stuff'.
You didn't want to be the suspicious, conclusion jumping, girlfriend but the more distant he became, the more time he spent away from home, the harder it was. When Sam left for his and Sully's newest adventure, Rafe was almost normal again and you sighed a breath of relief.
Almost normal. There was still something bothering him and you were unable to figure out what it was. He'd begin to talk to you, always in a soft and hesitant tone but halfway through the conversation he seemed to mentally scold himself. His nostrils would flare, fists clenched and jaw tense before he'd excuse himself once again.
Everything finally came to light one late evening after spending the night, sweaty and panting on top of him. You lay before him, almost entirely asleep as one of his arms wrapped beneath you and rested around your waist. His other hand ran through your hair, gently easing you into that sleepy state that you were in when he blurted the words that were the last thing you were expecting.
"Marry me."
"What?" You tried to force yourself awake, twisting around in his arms so you could see his face, his eyes wide and lower lip caught between his teeth. "What did you say?"
"I-" He swallowed hard. "I said marry me." He rolled onto his back, running a hand over his face and then moving to sit up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry."
"What?" You said again, moving to kneel behind him, your hands running up his back and massaging his shoulders. "Why would you be sorry for that? I don't understand."
"I know that you're trying to think of a way to say no in the nicest way possible, you don't have to. I can take it." He rushed to stand, moving away from your touch.
"Rafe-"
"Please don't." He couldn't look at you, moving to his dresser and staring at something hidden between his underwear and socks. "I just... Two and a half years." He took a deep shuddering breath. "Two and half years we have been together and I just... I love you so much... More than I have ever loved anything. You make me a better person, everyone thinks so and I... I can't begin to imagine who I'd be without you. I don't know and I don't want to know what would happen if you left."
He pulled the something from his dresser draw and moved back to sit on his side of the bed. "I get so scared." He whispered, unsure if he wanted you to hear him or not. "I get scared that you're going to realize that I am not worthy of you and you'll go and find somebody who is."
"Rafe, look at me." You demand but he doesn't move. You get off the bed and move until you're knelt before him, between his knees. "Look at me, darling." His eyes flick up to yours but his head remains low. "Who said I would say no?" You shook your head with a small laugh. "Rafe, for me there is no better than you. I want you and nothing more, nothing less, ok? You are my life Rafe, I love you."
You raised up to kiss his lips, his cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and over his closed eyes. He chuckled, as he always did when you did that.
"We need to switch." He said finally. "I'm supposed to be the one on my knees."
Giggling lightly you switched places with Rafe, letting him kneel on one knee before you. It was comical, something so un-Rafe and yet you couldn't deny that the sight gave you butterflies.
He held up the box he had produced from his dresser and opened it up. The ring inside was beautiful. A band of twinkling diamonds with your favorite stone set in the middle. Rafe wrinkled his nose and cleared his throat.
"Sam put me in contact with a jeweler he dated briefly." Rafe explained. "She's been meeting with me and e-mailing back and forth to design this. It's not spectacular or huge but, I know you aren't the flashy type so..."
"Rafe, it's beautiful." You were finding it difficult to refrain from letting your tears fall. "Now just ask me again."
"Right... Will you marry me?"
"Of course I will."
Rafe released a happy laugh, slipping the ring on to your waiting finger before his arms wrapped around you waist, still kneeling between your legs. You ran your fingers through his hair, whispering how much you loved him, tears running freely down your cheeks.
Rafe didn't do much in the way of planning, merely promising that you could have whatever you wanted, all you had to do was ask. And he had come through too not that you ever doubted him. Money was no object to Rafe after all.
Neither of you wanted a huge wedding with alot of guests and so you kept it small, a venue not too far from home that reminded you of a small countryside house, large enough for a wedding but not large enough to be like Rafe's old mansion.
You invited a few of Rafe's contacts that you found pleasant enough to talk to, including Marjorie and her husband of course. Your best friends would be your bridesmaids and after a long while of thinking, Rafe had asked Sam to be his best man since he was the closest thing he had to a best friend. Sam had graciously accepted whilst he was at your house for a few drinks. Later in the evening he got tipsy and said it will help to make up for not getting to have been there for his brothers wedding.
Marjorie, being the fashion mogul that she was, had many a meeting with you to design your dress. She took on board all of your desires and ensured not to include the things you hated or thought were tacky. Her end product was beautiful, everything you'd ever wanted and it fit you perfectly. She even had a brand new set of bridal lingerie custom made just for you with a matching garter. (When Rafe found out about the lingerie he tried to find it but you had Marj keep it at her place until the big day.)
The only thing Rafe was really insistent on was the wedding bands. He took you to see a jeweler, the same one who designed his custom watches and that had made you one or two necklaces over the years. He'd become a good friend to Rafe and was honored that he had asked him to take care of the bands.
Rafe's was a dark silver colour, fairly plain and simple but had the finger print of your ring finger engraved on the inside. Yours was more or less matching but had a slight glittering effect inlaid into the metal.
The first formal event you attended after he proposed, you felt butterflies every time an old acquaintance commented on the new twinkling jewel sitting on your finger. You loved telling them that, 'yes, Rafe and I are getting married.' You were, however, surprised at how many people commented on how long it had taken Rafe to ask.
Rafe himself loved that he now got to introduce you as his fiance. The word fell from his lips so easily and effortlessly that it felt natural to him. You came natural to him now, after so long in your company. You were the only person on the entire planet that knew Rafe inside and out and got to see him as he truly is. That was the reason why 'fiance' was the word he wanted to use for you... Well, at least until he could change it for 'wife'.
The night before the wedding your maid of honor had insisted that you and Rafe stay apart in order to stick to tradition. You hated spending time away from Rafe and you rarely had to. There was only the odd occasion since you usually attended his business trips as his assistant.
But your friends did well in distracting you from missing him, keeping you occupied with silly games and reminiscing over your life and how it changed when you met Rafe. But sure enough, as they each fell asleep and retired to their own rooms, you were left alone with your wandering mind. Unfortunately, Rafe was on a different floor and your friends had refused to tell you which.
Sighing, you pulled out your phone and opened up your text conversation with your husband to be. With a giddy smile you glanced at the clock and tapped in a quick message.
'17 hours and counting. xx'
'I miss you. x'
His reply was instant, sending that familiar tingle through your stomach. You talked for a little over an hour, discussing your nerves and your excitement, your friends and your honeymoon, which he still hadn't told you where you were going. It was the only thing beside your rings he'd wanted complete control over, insisting he wanted it to be a surprise for you.
'Get some sleep, darling. I'll see you at the end of the isle. I love you. xx'
'I can't wait to see you. I love you too 3 xx'
When you woke the following morning your head was buzzing. You couldn't settle on whether you were more nervous or excited and so your mind was a mixed up mess of both feelings and then some.
You managed to calm yourself with a light breakfast and some tea whilst your bridesmaids came to your room. You let yourself be pampered by your hair stylist and make up artist. They were the same women who had helped you get ready for the number of formal events you'd attended with Rafe before you'd been dating and part of you wondered if they had any idea that you and Rafe would end up together.
Marjorie came to your room with your dress, shoes and lingerie. Once you had the lingerie on she helped you into the dress and held your hands as she helped you step into your shoes. She gave a laugh, the cackle like one that you loved so much.
"You remember when we first met and I said you were torturing the poor boy?" She asked and you nodded as she gestured to your elegant frame. "That doesn't compare to this, doll."
"Thank you." You gave her a tight hug. "For everything."
"Don't mention it. And if you and your new husband disappear during the evening, I won't question it." She winked.
Marj stuck around to keep you laughing until it was time for her to find her seat. As soon as she had closed the door behind her, the stirring in your stomach returned and your hands began to shake around your bouquet. You couldn't focus on your friends calming tone as she spoke to you, guiding you through the house until you were just outside the room where the ceremony would take place.
"Just breathe." One of the venue ushers whispered the words to you as he placed a hand on the door handle and caught your eye, standing behind your bridesmaids. "Ready?"
A deep breath and a firm nod and the doors were opened. You focused on the back of your friends head until they dispersed to their seats, leaving only Rafe before you, looking sharp in his suit and with tears filling his eyes.
Suddenly your nerves were gone, replaced with the giddy joy that had been hiding all morning. Your face split into a wide grin as you approached, taking his outstretched hand as you joined him at the alter.
The ceremony passed in what felt like a second. You both stuck with traditional vows, neither of you comfortable enough to share your own personal vows with the whole congregation even if they were your nearest and dearest. Sam handed the rings over at the appropriate moment, giving Rafe a discreet squeeze of the shoulder as he passed. You noted it and smiled your thanks to him.
Before you knew it, the evening was almost over. You cut the cake, had the first dance, made the speeches and mingled with everybody. It seemed blurry right now but you knew in time you'd be able to talk about every detail and you knew you would never tire of it.
You and Rafe gave your farewells before retiring to the honeymoon suite, a little tipsy, a little handsy and very much in love. Rafe couldn't take his eyes off of you when you were finally alone in your room.
"I think it's due time I show my appreciation for Mrs Adler." He grinned, his arms tight around you waist as his forehead pressed against yours.
You were both a little unsteady on your feet as you moved towards the bed, covered in petals by the venue staff. As Rafe lifted you onto the bed you kicked off your shoes and lay back with your arms spread wide.
"I want a kiss first, husband." You giggled as he climbed over you and dipped his head to press his lips against yours. His hands held your face and you let yours loosen his tie as you let your head rest on the sheets below you with a sigh.
"I love you so much." He murmured, barely audible.
"I love you too."
His hands slipped beneath the skirt of your dress, fingers grazing along your thighs until they stopped at your garter. You had foregone the tradition of him pulling it off during the reception, Rafe not being one to share you in any way with any one else, let alone something as intimate as that.
He took your hands, pulling your back up off the bed until you were stood in front of him. He helped you to remove your dress and drape it over a chair, his gaze hazy as he took in your underwear.
It was white and lacy, the bra giving you the perfect cleavage and a matching corset tied by a silk ribbon in the back. French knickers hugged the curve of your ass and your matching suspender belt held up your stockings. Your garter was a dainty lace with a thin strip of ribbon the same colour as your favorite stones in your engagement ring running through it.
Rafe gazed at you for a long moment, his hands fumbling in the air as he tried to decide where he wanted to touch you first. Eventually he settled on dropping to one knee in front of you and gently lifting your leg. He slowly pulled down your garter, stuffing it into his back pocket before unclipping and removing your stockings.
His fingers left a trail of electric in their wake and his touch felt like it had the first time. It was as though you were new to him again, new to his fingers and his mouth, his intense gaze and his lips. But Rafe knew exactly how to make you feel good.
When he returned to his full height you wasted no time in shoving off his jacket and pulling open his waistcoat. His tie was already loose so you just pulled it over his head. He chuckled a little at your impatience as his hands circled you to pull at the strings of your corset.
You were tugging at the buttons of his shirt when you felt your corset loosen and drop to the floor. You reached up to capture Rafe's lips in a heated kiss, finally deciding to just pull the shirt over his head when you got stuck on yet another button. You tossed it haphazardly across the room, returning your hands to his chest.
He pulled you flush against his body, erection pressing against you as it strained through the fabric of his pants. Pulling back slightly, you sank to your knees and began to unbuckle his belt. Rafe quickly toed off his shoes as you pulled his pants and boxers down until they rested around his knees.
You pressed feather light kisses to his hips, knowing how sensitive his skin was there. You poked out your tongue, eyes gazing up at your new husband as you licked the tip of his cock. His own eyes fluttered closed, head leaning back with his tipsy smile still plastered on his lips.
You took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. You bobbed yourself up and down on his length, moaning to send vibrations along him. His own moans met yours as his hand came down to gently run his fingers through your hair that was quickly coming free from it's immaculate fix it had been in all day.
Eventually Rafe pulled back and lifted you up, pressing hasty kisses to your lips whilst he let one of his hands dip into the front of your underwear. Your gasped, back arching as his finger tips found your clit. You kept a firm grasp on his broad shoulders as he rubbed you, his free hand tugging at the cups of your bra, trying desperately to free your breasts. Giggling a little, you reached behind you to unclasp the garment and drop it onto the floor.
He moved his free hand to your back, leaning down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, fingers still working your clit. He could feel how wet you already were and his continued actions were only making it harder for you to stay on your feet.
You ran your fingers through his hair, gasping each time his fingers changed direction or his teeth grazed over your nipple. When his long fingers finally dipped into your core your knees shook beneath you and your gripped Rafe tighter.
"I got you, sweetheart."
Sure enough the arm he had around your back, slipped to your waist, easily supporting your weight as he increased the pace of the two fingers pumping in and out of you. You shook your head, pulling Rafe's head to meet his gaze trying to say without words that you needed to lay down. But he didn't get the message and you cried out as you came on his fingers, knees buckling completely now.
Rafe didn't stop his actions but he didn't let you fall either. With a quick movement that you were too euphoric to notice, he was sat on the foot of the bed with you curled into his lap, his fingers still inside of your slick heat. Your fingers were gripping at the hair on the nape of his neck as you felt yourself begin to shake again. You feebly pulled Rafe's hand from your underwear, pulling it to you mouth so you could suck his fingers.
He watched you with hooded eyes, tasting yourself on his fingers. He could feel his own cock twitching beneath you and knew he needed to be inside you as soon as he could. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, effortlessly easing you up the bed until he lay above you. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, smiling up at him.
"I love you." Your voice was breathy and exhausted but Rafe was grinning just the same.
"I love you too."
It felt strange that it was something Rafe rarely said and yet here he was saying it at any given opportunity as he had been all day. He didn't know what had come over him, he knew that you knew and that you didn't need to be told. He knew that especially on your wedding day, his love for you was obvious and yet he felt this nagging insistence in the back of his mind to tell you over and over again. He would never complain since hearing you say it too was one of his favorite things to hear and had been since the first time you said it.
You whined, feeling his cock rubbing against you and lifted your hips before reaching down to push off your underwear. Rafe laughed, the loud laugh that was so rare and that you loved so much before he helped pull off the lacy fabric and tossed it over his shoulder. He leant back, eyes scanning your body with a look of adoration. He was still smiling to himself, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky, as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
You reached down to grasp his cock, guiding it towards your entrance and again, Rafe laughed at your impatience but kept himself still, earning another whimper from you.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" He teased, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.
"You." You lifted your hips, trying to get him to at least put the tip in. "Please, Rafe."
"Devils in the details."
You gave a breathy laugh, remembering the first time he had said that to you. In his office after the ball, standing in front of his desk completely naked. He'd asked you what you did when you thought of him and you had told him how you made yourself cum, screaming his name even before he had ever touched you. He had promised to make you scream it louder and oh boy did he deliver on that promise.
"I want you to fuck me, Rafe." You bit your lower lip, holding his gaze. "Fuck me like it's the first time again... Please?"
"Of course."
He grinned his wolfish grin, kissing and gently biting at the skin of your neck as he sank his cock into you. He didn't stop until he was completely buried, you mouth open in a wide 'o'. He gave a few slow, gentle thrusts, pulling out almost completely before he sank back in.
After a minute or two, he pushed himself up, holding his upper weight on his hands that rested either side of your head. You gripped his forearms in anticipation of what was to come and he shot you a wink with a sly smirk. He snapped his hips once, earning a sharp cry of pleasure from you. He did it again, and again, the spaces between each harsh thrust quickly decreasing until he was pounding into you at a furious pace, as though the world were about to end and he wanted this one last time with you.
You were a sweating, moaning and gasping mess beneath him. You nails dug into the skin of his arm before you moved to scratch lines down his back. You saw him shiver as you did, knowing how much he loved the sensation. Soon enough you were coming undone once more, back arching up towards him, eyes rolling and his name spilling from your lips until you were sure the entire venue could hear you.
He slowed only briefly for you to catch your breath before he rolled off you and onto his back. He waited until you had climbed onto him, slipping him into you before he held your hips in place and began to buck up into you with equal fervor as before.
You braced your hands on his chest to hold yourself up. At the pace he was fucking you, you could barely form a coherent thought and the only ones that did make sense were along the lines of 'feels so good' and 'don't stop'. You tried to get these words out, to tell Rafe how good he was making you feel like you knew he loved to hear but you couldn't.
It didn't matter though, Rafe was on a mission. He moved one hand to your clit, rubbing furiously as he angled his hips to hit just the right spot. He'd come to memorize the face and noise you made when he hit it so he knew just where to aim. And sure enough, not long after his fingers hit your clit that familiar black out sensation over came you and you would've fallen back had it not been for Rafe's knees just behind you back. You leant against them, chest heaving with exhaustion when you heard Rafe's husky voice.
"I love it when you do that."
You managed to open your eyes, seeing the slick wetness of his chest that was most definitely not sweat. He'd become an expert on making you squirt but only used it when he wanted to. He used it to tease you, to work you up and on his most dominant days, he used it as a reward for pleasing him.
"I love it when you make me do that." You gasped, gulping down a breath of air.
You circled your hips, shaking from the sensitivity that still ran through you. Still weak from the powerful orgasm you leaned down into Rafe's outstretched arms. Your forehead rested against his as his thrusting slowed in pace, his arms held you close to his wet and sticky chest and he murmured 'I love you's' into your ear.
He came not too long after, grunting your name out as his fingers gripped you in a bruising hold. You didn't mind, you just enjoyed being so close to him. He stayed sheathed inside of you as you lay on his chest, fingers tracing patters through his chest hair. He ran his fingers up and down your back, basking in the afterglow of the act, of the entire day. You fell asleep almost immediately after you had cleaned up the mess you'd made, tucked safely in your new husbands arms.
The following morning you had breakfast hosted by the venue staff with the few friends and family that had stayed in the same building. You gave your farewells not long after as you climbed into a car ordered by Rafe to head to the airport. You found he had hired a private jet to take you to your honeymoon destination which you finally found out about as you approached the jet. Rafe handed you a page printed from a computer and your eyes nearly shot out of your head.
"You remembered?"
You had told Rafe the one place you'd always dreamed of going in a sleepy night not long after you'd first began dating. You don't recall having mentioned it since and yet there it was, plain as day in front of you. Booking confirmation for you desired location. You grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down for an excitable kiss.
"I love you, you know that?" You grinned, a new bounce in your steps as Rafe held your hand as you climbed aboard the jet.
"I do." He smiled at your enthusiasm. "I love you too, that's why I chose it."
An hour into your flight, Rafe cracked open a bottle of champagne and poured you each a glass. You held yours up to his, in a toast.
"To... us. To the Adlers." You grinned.
"To us." He nodded, taking a sip of the golden liquid and settling back in his seat opposite you.
You had your feet in his lap and one of his hands was idly massaging them as he gazed at you. He took a second to thank whatever higher power had had a hand in making you his wife before he smirked at you, earning a questioning frown from you. He leant forward, whispering to you conspiratorially.
"Have you ever thought about joining the mile high club?"
