This chapter comes with a ADULT rating. While I think it is relatively tame to some other fanfiction I have read, if you don't like reading adult situations you might want to skip this chapter (in the scheme of the entire storyline, it doesn't contain any vital information)

Rayna was quiet on the drive back to Highway 65. She had twisted in her seat so that she was facing Deacon. His fingers drummed in tune with the radio as he waited for the traffic to move so he could pull into the Highway 65 car park. 'God, he looks good tonight' she thought to herself, her eyes tracing over his face. A face that was familiar to her as her own.

"Have you finished staring at me?"

"Nope, not by a long shot!"

Smiling at her response, he took his eyes off the traffic in front of them to glance over at her. "What are you grinning at?"

"Hmmm nothing much." Her sultry voice sent shivers down his spine. Glancing quickly over at her again, he caught his breath at her smile, which had a predatory glint to it. "Rayna" he breathlessly moaned.

"Deacon."

He sensed her movement across the seat as he eased the truck into the car park. Shivering at the nearness of her, he gasped as she traced his ear. "Deacon" she whispered against his ear, as her lips took a slow teasing path along his jaw. He turned to gently capture her lips, tasting her musky flavour combined with wine. The taste of her was like an aphrodisiac to him and he deepened the kiss. He moaned as he tangled his hands into her hair drawing her closer to him. She tasted like home to him and he never wanted to stop kissing her.

A hum from deep inside of her, echoed through out the cabin. It was quickly accompanied by a gasp for air as they broke apart. Starring deeply into his eyes, Rayna could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. Licking her lips she trailed her fingers over his face. Starting at his eyebrows she allowed her fingers to become reacquainted with his features. Skimming her finger down his nose and onto his lips, she traced them as she lent forward and nuzzled his cheek with her lips. "Dea.…" his demanding lips prevented anything else from being said.

His arms pulled her further towards him. Draped over him Rayna frantically tried to get closer to him. The awkward sideward angle was preventing her from being in full contact with him. Growling in frustration she frantically tried to locate the mechanism to move the seat. Pulling back from Deacon, she turned her attention to the stubborn seat level, "God damn it", she muttered as she pulled on it. "Fuc…" Deacon placing his hand over hers silenced her as he used his body weight to assist the seat to move backwards. As he released the level, she swung her leg over him and straddled him. He cupped her butt as he drew her closer to him and claimed her lips again. Her hands were deep in his hair as their tongues wrestled for control.

She pushed her body flat against his as she felt his hands gently caress her bare back. Purring at the feel of his hands on her bare skin, she worked her hands to the front of his shirt and began to unbutton it. Her concentration was distracted when she felt the tie of her halter neck loosen and Deacon's hands roam over her largely naked upper body. Finally freeing the last button on his shirt, she pushed it open and rubbed her body against his warm skin. Simultaneously they moaned as their bodies slowly grind against each other. Frantically pushing he's shirt off him, Rayna gripped his back as she tried to climb closer onto him.

Deacon skimmed his hands up her legs, pushing her skirt higher with one purpose in mind, to reclaim what was his. Releasing his lips, Rayna kissed the side of his neck, breathing in deeply the tantalizing scent of him. Growling, she thrust her hips against his and bit down on his neck. His large hands massaged her bum cheeks and grounded his hips against her core. Licking the mark on his neck, Rayna lent back as she looked into his eyes. Gasping for breath, she watched as Deacon's eyes traced her breasts as he gently cupped them. Squeezing them, he bent forward and with his tongue he traced along the edge of her strapless bra. The feel of his lips on her fevered skin was almost her undoing, her hips thrust violently. Her fingers fumbled to undo his belt as his lips alternatively bit and kissed her breasts. Rayna slowly lowered the zip of his jeans, squealing in delight as she felt Deacon leave a matching mark on her.

A slam of a nearby car door accompanied by yelling slowly penetrated their fog of desire. Holding still, they locked eyes as they listened to the argument occurring outside. Smiling shyly at each other, they burst out laughing as they focused on the accusations being flung back and forward. Smothering her laughter into his neck, Rayna wrapped her arms around his back and hugged him. Deacon pushed her hair back and planted kisses over her face. Rubbing his nose against hers, he rolled his eyes at the melodramatic drama occurring outside the truck. Smirking at her, he raised an eyebrow at the desired filled smile she gave him. Her thumb traced his lower lip, as she sucked her own in. Deacon took her hand and kissed the middle of her palm. Breathing raggedly, they both dragged deep breaths in as their desire engulfed them. Gently nibbling on each others lips, they both froze as they heard the woop woop announcing the arrival of the police. The bright lights of the police car flooded the truck's interior, as they both turned towards the light. The fogged up windows prevented them from seeing what was occurring outside the car but they could hear the police questioning the arguing couple.

They both held their breath as they heard footsteps getting closer. A female voice had moved closer to the truck and was now screaming back at the police.

"Fuc…!"

"Damn!"

They both sprang apart realising that the drama outside was soon going to interrupt them. They frantically began scrambling into their clothes, cursing under their breath as a rap on the window announced that they were no longer alone.