Ok, this is for those who have asked for more Rayna and Deacon. It contains adult situations, so if you aren't over 18 or don't wish to read such things, you can skip this chapter without missing any important information. Hope you all enjoy it, I can't believe Season 4 is almost upon us, been way too long without new Nashville on our screens.
Rayna quietly closed the door behind her. Peeling off her coat, she threw it on the nearby chair. Hopping on one foot, she struggled to remove her wet boots and socks. In typical fashion, the rain held off until she stepped on the tarmac before unloading a torrential downpour. Her hair dried a fraction on the drive home, but the rest of her was still saturated. She was cold and wet, which wasn't helping with her overall mood. Her visit to Beverley bought up more issues that it solved. While she still hoped that Beverley would find her way to help her brother she wasn't overly optimistic. Rayna had always known there was tension between her and Beverley, this visit just highlighted how much Beverley disliked her. Rayna was worried that Beverley's dislike for her was stronger than her love for Deacon.
Finding her way up the stairs in the dark, she tried to be as quiet as possible not wanting to wake her family. Cracking open the bedroom door slowly she quietly entered allowing her eyes to re-adjust to the faint light coming from bathroom door Deacon had left ajar. Smiling softly at his thoughtfulness, her eyes caressed the sleeping form in her bed. Deacon was sleeping soundly on his back, his arms flung above his head softly snoring. Smothering a laugh, Rayna moved deeper into the bedroom towards the lit bathroom. Peeling her wet clothes off, leaving them where they fell she quickly pulled on her pyjamas, rushing over to the bed eager to get warm.
At the weight of her climbing onto the bed, Deacon gave a sleeping snort and sleepily murmured, "Ray?"
"Shhh, ye it's me. Sorry it's late, go back to sleep"
"'Kay…love you."
Pulling the covers up, Rayna scooted closer to Deacon hoping his body heat would quickly warm her up. Shivering she rubbed her feet against the sheets praying the friction would warm them. Yawning deeply, she blinked at the evening light willing herself to sleep. She was so tired but she couldn't let go of the events of the day. Her emotions, churning inside her kept playing scenarios through her exhausted mind. Sighing, she rolled on her side and watched Deacon as he slept soundly. Biting down on her lip, indecision written over her face. God knows he needed sleep but she was tempted to wake him. She knew that he would be able to take her mind off the stress of the day, even just for a moment.
Her mind made up she wiggled as close to Deacon as she could without touching him. With a wicked smile on her face, she snaked her leg between his allowing her frozen feet to graze along his bare leg.
"Sweet Jesus Ray" he bolted up right in bed trying to move as far away from her and her cold feet as he could.
Laughing at his feeble attempt to get away from her, she reached out her cold hands and placed them on his bare skin. Shrieking loudly, he grabbed at her hands prying them off his body while pushing her backwards. Pinning her arms down he hovered over her and breathlessly asked,
"What the hell Rayna?"
She purred at him, "I can't sleep."
She ran her feet up and down his calves, her knees cradling him between her legs. Deacon felt his groin tighten at the sultry tone in her voice. His eyes darkened as he watched her lick her lips. He groaned deeply at the sight of her tongue massaging her lips. Cursing his inability to resist her, he captured her lips demanding entrance to her mouth. Rayna hummed her pleasure at the feel of his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his back while locking her ankles together, effectively encasing him, holding him flush against her. Her hands traced a path down his back, snaking beneath the waist band of his boxer shorts. Gripping his bare butt, she squeezed him while thrusting her hips upwards. Moaning into his mouth, Rayna tightened her knees against him.
Deacon twisted his fingers into her hair, fisting his hands deep into it while he plundered her mouth. Groaning deeply, Rayna grounded her hips against him. Gasping for breath they release each other lips. Their hot breath mingled as their lips found each again. His hands made their way under her shirt cupping her breasts, toying with her nipples. Ripping her lips away from his, she exclaimed, "God Deacon."
Pushing her t-shirt up so that it was bunched up under her chin, Deacon latched on to her nipple. His tongue laved the sensitive bud, building her desire to an exquisitely painful point before releasing it to focus on the other one. Panting with desire her hips rocked constantly against him, desperate to release the pressure building in her. Deacon pushed her shirt further up effectually trapping her arms. Lifting his weight off her he straddled her hips, pinning them down onto the bed. Her eyes were a deep pool of desire.
"Deacon" she purred at him.
He grinned down at her before slowly kissing her. Kissing his way along her throat, he hands caressed her trapped arms causing her to groan. Her hips bucked violently against his weight causing Deacon to laugh as he kissed between her breasts. Holding her trapped hands with one of his, the other dipped below the waist band of her panties seeking the warmth of her core. Rubbing his fingers along her folds, Deacon flicked her sensitive bud.
"Fuuuuuuurrrrkkkkkkk Deacon."
Arching her back Rayna screamed out in relief at the pressure he was applying. His legs were effectively trapping hers, preventing her from giving him more access. He was playing her like one of his guitars. It was driving her mad, her fingers flexed wanting to touch him but unable to. Wrapping her fingers around the headboard, she gripped it as she felt the waves of passion building in her. Deacon bit down on her breast as he thrust his fingers into her, establishing a teasing tempo. Whimpering at the delicious feelings his fingers were causing, she pleaded with him.
Removing his fingers, he roughly pushed her shorts down her legs. Spreading her legs she welcomed the weight of him against her groin. He grounded his hips against her centre, bringing her to the edge before backing off. She was chanting his name under her breath as she locked her knees against his thrusting hips. His hands massaged her breasts, squeezing them together as he nipped at the tender skin. Tipping her head back, her mouth fell open as she frantically gasped for breathe. Deacon was killing her with this excruciating torture.
Releasing her tortured breasts Deacon kissed his way down her body. She could feel his hot breath against her sensitive bud. She squealed at the feel of his tongue against her throbbing centre. Slamming her eyes shut she embraced the flood of warm that rushed through her body. Exhaling loudly her body shook as Deacon took her right up to the edge of release. His hands held her legs open as he kissed his way down her thighs.
"Deacon" she panted, her eyes pleading with him.
Removing his boxers, he quickly covered her body with his. Locking her legs behind his back, her heel dug into his back encouraging him downwards. Holding onto the headboard she welcomed the feel of him entering her. His arms snaked under her back, his hands biting into her shoulders. She lifted her legs higher giving him greater depth. He slowly began moving, building the pressure in them both. Squeezing her legs tightly against him encouraging him to speed up Rayna panted against his ear.
"Oh god, Deacon. Harder."
Encouraged by her words, he increased his tempo, building the pressure in her. Burying his face against her neck, his lips were flush against her warm skin, his breathing ragged. Her feet slapped against his back as his hips slammed into her frantically seeking release. Rayna could feel the pressure rapidly building in her. Deacon's fingers dug into her, his teeth grazing along her neck, she screamed his name as the light exploded behind her eyes. Deacon gave one final thrust into her, breathlessly exclaiming her name. Collapsing on top of her, his hips rocked against her prolonging both their pleasures. Rayna hummed as she ran her fingers up and down his back. Her whole body was tingling. Tangling her legs around his, she ran her foot up his calf while placing sloppy kisses on the side of his head.
Deacon nibbled her neck while waiting for his heart beat to return to normal. Laying his head into the crook of her neck, he breathed in the slightly sweaty post sex scent lingering on her skin.
"You are going to kill me one day Ray…I can't move."
Her whole body shook as she laughed at him. He tipped his face up towards her and placed small kisses on her lips. She ran her fingers through his hair toying with the short strands at the base of his neck. Sighing in contention Deacon curled around Rayna as they rolled to their sides. Kissing the back of her neck he wrapped his arms around her pulling her flush up against his body. Rayna ran her fingers up and down his arm, feeling his warm breath on the back her neck slow as he succumbed to sleep. Closing her eyes she welcomed the feeling of safety that lying wrapped in Deacon's arms gave her.
She jerked awake, gasping as the remnants of her nightmare clung to her mind. Shuddering at the memories, she glanced at the time. Sighing, she realised that she had only been asleep for an hour. Rolling out of Deacon's grasp she laid on her back and stared at the ceiling. The details of her dream had been so vivid. Beverley had come to Nashville but only to tell Rayna in person that she wasn't going to help her brother. Shuddering at the memory of the look of malice on Beverley's face as she gleefully told Rayna that Deacon had abandoned her and now it was her turn to return the favour. Silent tears escaped from Rayna's eyes. She wanted to believe that Beverley wasn't that petty, that she would be able to put aside her issues with both Rayna and Deacon and save his life but she wasn't convinced. Beverley clearly had been harbouring resentment towards Rayna for over 20 years. Rayna wasn't convinced Beverley would be able to put that aside long enough to save Deacon. Beverley's words kept running through Rayna's mind,
"You wanted him. You got him. You save him."
Biting down on her hand, trying to muffle her crying she rolled herself up into a ball. She wasn't ready to deal with the fact that Beverley might hold in her hands their last chance for saving Deacon.