Title: The Swear Jar Chapter 33
Author: Romantique
Email: dolph1n
Classification: Raylan/Winona Family/General
Rating: M for this chapter due to suggestive sexual situation.
Summary: Raylan is a new dad. This one is a stand-alone, not a sequel to 'A Change of Scenery.'
Disclaimer: It's 'Justified' hiatus time, and I'm bored. This fic is based on nothing but my imagination and takes place sometime after the end of Season 3.
Legal: These characters do not belong to me. I'm just a fan and have not made a dime. Please email me to obtain permission to post.
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They arrived before sundown at the bed and breakfast. Raylan went inside alone to take care of the registration. He returned to the car with a Bellman and handed his set of keys to the Valet. Then, he helped Winona and her dress out of the car, and they followed the Bellman inside. To her surprise, they took an old style lift elevator to the 3rd Floor which was the top floor of the Victorian home and were led to the Bridal Suite. After the Bellman opened the door, Raylan scooped up his bride and carried her over the threshold.
"You carried me over when we bought our house," she smiled, again surprised, her arms holding tight around his neck.
"And I just did it again. It's your weddin' day," he said, kissing her, once inside the door, and then, he slowly lowered her down to the ground.
The Bellman placed their luggage on a rack in the closet and opened the drapes to expose a large window and French doors that opened onto a screened in patio overlooking Louisville's Central Park. The patio was high enough that they could look out onto the Park without fear of others looking in. The Bellman said he would have complimentary champagne and strawberries delivered and explained that they could order afternoon and evening snacks out on the patio and a three course breakfast at their fireplace. He then showed them the menu and asked if they would like to order anything.
Raylan replied with a hand gesture, signaling he would pass, but his 'eating for three' bride decided she would like some sparkling cider and the fruit and cheese platter with a slice of chocolate truffle cheesecake as a chaser. While she was at it, the Bellman talked her into ordering their breakfast, so that they wouldn't be further disturbed.
"What would you like?" Winona asked her groom, after checking off her selections.
"Coffee," he answered. "And whatever you're havin'."
"Okay," she said, concentrating on her task at hand.
When she was finished, she handed the pen and order sheet to the Bellman.
"If it's all the same to you," the young man said, "I'll bring the champagne and strawberries with the room service order. That way, I'll only disturb you one more time. That is, unless you need anything."
"That would be fine," Winona smiled.
Raylan pulled a twenty out of his wallet and tipped the young man.
"Thank you, sir," the Bellman smiled.
And with that, the young man left the couple alone. After he was gone, Raylan walked up behind his wife and placed his hand over the small of her back.
"I thought he'd never leave," he said in a low voice. "You are so beautiful."
Winona could feel his breath on her neck. Still standing behind her, with a firm tug, Raylan pulled one end of the cord until he untied the loose bow on the back of her dress that had been tempting him, ever since he first saw it. The laces to the corset back loosened enough for him to be able to carefully unlace the cord with his fingers. She looked out across the patio, into the darkening sky. Lights twinkled in the trees that lined both sides of the Park. Suddenly, with the support of the corset gone, she felt her ample breasts almost spill out of the top of the corset. Raylan watched in amazement as her breasts were released, and her wrapped his long arms around her and cupped her firm breasts, one in each of his hands. He gave them a firm squeeze as his thumbs gently rubbed in circles over her erect nipples.
"Mmmmm," Winona moaned, her eyes closed, and she shuttered at his touch.
He held her closed from behind, so close, she could feel his arousal pressed against her. Her breathing became heavier, as did his. Next, he slowly raised the hem of her dress until he found her panties, and he slid them down, over her hips and steadied her so that she could kick them off, around her high heels. He reached then reached between her legs, finding her wet to his touch. He lightly stroked her, and she let out a pleasure moan. On the next pass with his fingers, he parted her and entered with one long finger, when he felt her spasm and she began to breathe harder.
Next, he began to slowly move his hand so that his finger went out, and then in. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt and began to release himself from his trousers, when there was a sharp rap at the door.
"Room service!" the voice on the other side of the door shouted.
"Shit," the word escaped under Raylan's breath. He would gladly pay The Swear Jar for that one. After letting out an exasperated sigh, he then followed with a frustrated, "Just a minute."
Winona stood up and held the front of her dress up while she hurried towards the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door.
Raylan put himself back together and once the coast was clear, he opened the door.
A different young man was there with a cart that he wheeled into the room.
"Would you like me to set this out on the patio?" the young man asked.
"Uh, yeah," Raylan answered, still distracted, "that would be fine."
He watched the young man place three covered plates, a pitcher of ice, glasses, and place settings, linen napkins onto the table on the covered patio. He also had a bottle of champagne and another of sparkling cider in ice buckets that he arranged on the table, along with two champagne glasses.
It seemed to take forever. Finally, the young man was finished. Raylan reached into his wallet and pulled out some bills.
When handing off the tip, Raylan noticed the kid's name badge and firmly said, "Brent, we're on our honeymoon. Would ya' mind coming back for all this in the mornin'? I'd really appreciate that."
"Uh, yeah," Brent's face turned a little red. "Of course,"
"Good," Raylan nodded. "And if you'd let the desk know that we'd like no interruptions tonight, that would be great."
And on that, Raylan pulled out another bill and offered it to Brent.
"Sure," he said, taking the additional money, "I can do that."
"Good," Raylan nodded.
"Ya'll have a good night," Brent said, as he wheeled the cart out the door and closed the door behind him.
After a moment, Raylan lightly tapped on the bathroom door.
"The coast is clear," he said through the door.
Winona emerged in a terry cloth robe that must have been in the bathroom, carrying her dress.
"I need to hang this up," she said, and she headed for the closet. "You know, you might want to change out of your clothes and into a robe, too," she suggested as she looked for a hanger in the closet. Then, she said, "That sure did break the mood, didn't it. I'm starving. Would you mind if I ate a little something before we continue with where we left off?"
"Well, I could get back in the mood, pretty darn quick," he countered.
"Of course you could," she said, "but I might take a little longer. I'm getting a headache. I think my blood sugar is a little low. I really could use something to eat, first. It won't take long, I promise."
After she hung up her wedding dress, she approached him and gave him a peck on the cheek and made a b-line for the patio.
Feeling he had lost control of this round, he went into the bathroom and closed the door. When he emerged, he walked out into the warm evening air and found Winona seated at the table with her bare feet propped up in another chair. She had made herself a plate of cheeses and assorted cheeses. He watched as she broke off a piece of a crusty baguette and spread butter over the top of her piece.
"Would you like me to pour you some cider?" he asked.
She smiled a loving smile at him. "That would be nice."
He poured the sparkling pear cider into a champagne flute and placed the glass near her plate. And then, he popped the cork from the bottle of champagne and filled the other flute for himself, and placed the bottles back in their ice bucket. He moved his chair closer to hers and sat down next to her. He had to admit, it was nice and peaceful out there.
Winona picked up her flute and said, "To us."
"To us," he smiled at her.
They toasted their glasses, took a sip, and then, Raylan leaned over to kiss her.
"Mmmmm, I miss that," she said, tasting the champagne in his mouth. "You'd think I drank all the time by the way I miss it. It's just that it's our wedding day, and I couldn't even have a glass."
"That didn't hurt the babies?" he asked, unaware that she could actually taste it.
"Oh, no," she shook her head. "That's like a minute trace amount. I think you have to have so many ounces or something I read in the book." She then popped a piece of cheese in her mouth. "Don't worry. I'm not having any."
"These strawberries look good," Raylan said, changing the subject and eyeing the huge ripe berries that were place in a bowel near another bowl of fresh whipping cream.
"They are so good," Winona commented. "I've already had two." After a pause she continued, "I'm sorry we were interrupted."
Raylan chased his bite of the berry with champagne. It was a winning combination.
"In don't think we'll be interrupted again," he offered.
"Why?" she asked. "What? Did you say something?"
Raylan laughed, taking another drink of the champagne. "I didn't say anything, other than that we'd like to not be interrupted tonight. I let some money do the talkin'."
"That was resourceful," she said with approval. She then popped a piece of melon in her mouth. "I'm feeling better already," she announced, still very interested in the food on the table.
"Good," Raylan said.
"Oh, and don't forget," she remembered. "There is a big piece of wedding cake in the car."
Faylene packed them a couple of nice size pieces.
He knew his bride well enough to know that this grazing session was going to take a while. Her mind was on food, and food along. He reminded himself that she was eating for three. He decided his best move was to chill, and he topped off his glass of champagne before stretching back into his chair.
"This is nice," he said, finally able to relax for the first time in days, "real nice."
There was a slight breeze that came through the screen, just enough to cool the heat of the day. It was also the first time he'd noticed that they were without Caitlyn, childless for maybe the last time for a long time. He decided it better to keep the thought to himself, for now.
As Raylan continued to sip the champagne and munch on the occasional strawberry, Winona was still eating, but her pace was slowing. She moved her chair even closer toward him, and he put his arm around her. She would lean back into his shoulder. They both sat there, eating, drinking in the fresh air and quiet of a late summer night, their wedding night. Each relished the down time, just the two of them, and were in a perfect state of contentment.
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The ring of his cell phone woke Raylan from a sound sleep. He reached into his robe pocket to grab his phone.
"Art?" he asked and glanced at the time on his watch, as his eyes adjusted to the light.
He noticed the glowing digital number said it was 2:10 a.m. He and Winona had fallen asleep, still sitting out on the patio. Her head cradled in his arm.
"Raylan," Art began, his voice sounding as if he, too, had been awakened from a good night's sleep. "Sorry to call you so late and on your honeymoon and all, but I thought you should know. Boyd Crowder escaped from the penitentiary sometime this evening."
Raylan sat up a little taller in his chair, trying not to wake Winona.
"Hey, Raylan?" Art's voice came loudly through the receiver. "Did you hear me?"
"Yeah, I heard you," Raylan replied, keeping his voice down. "I know it's my case, but would ya' think any less of me, or would it be a bad reflection on you, if I asked you to re-assign it?"
"Not at all," Art said. "It's not like the case is going anywhere, and it will still be here for you to take it over when you get back to the office."
"No," Raylan stopped his boss, "I mean, could I ask ya' to permanently re-assign the case to someone else?"
Surprised but not displeased, Art asked, "Are you sure this is what you want to do?"
"Yeah," Raylan answered without hesitation. "I'm positive."
After a beat, Art said, "To answer your question, given your long, cantankerous history with Boyd, I have absolutely no problem re-assigning this case."
Raylan responded with a simple, "Thanks."
"You go on back to what you were doing before I interrupted," Art directed, "and I'll see you when you get back."
"Will, do," Raylan responded. "Night."
After Raylan disconnected the call, Winona stirred. "Who was that?"
Raylan placed his phone back in his robe pocket.
"No one and it's nothin' we need to worry about," he answered in a low voice. "Let's move over to the bed."
Raylan helped her stand and led her over to the bed, pulling down the linens. Once she was in, he covered her. Then, he went back to the patio and closed the door. It was then that he noticed he drank pretty much that entire bottle of champagne, by himself. He then went to the restroom, relieved himself, and found some Extra Strength Tylenol in a basket of sundry items on the bathroom counter. For good measure, he popped the two capsules into his mouth, followed by a glass of water.
He then found his way back to bed, and he climbed in beside Winona. She was fast asleep. He snuggled in close to her and put his arm around her. With Winona and the twins safely in his arms, he immediately fell back into a restful sleep without so much as a thought of Boyd or Ava or Harlan on his mind.
-fin-
A/N: Thanks so much for hanging in with me on this fic. I left it where it could end … or continue. I'm not sure how I feel about which way to go, at this writing. At any rate, I need a break from this story.
I have a deep need to finish a long neglected fic called "End Zone," over in the Friday Night Lights realm that I couldn't bring myself to finish, until now. Hearing Kyle Chandler recently state pretty clearly that he has no interest in reprising his role of Coach Taylor for a 2nd movie pretty much gives me permission to finish the fic in the way I started it.
I will return to Justified land. I love the show and the characters too much to leave.