For Raylan

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel and Raylan's house could be described as a lot of things, but quiet hadn't really been one of them. Between the sex and the arguing and the baby and music and laughter they were always glad they didn't have any neighbors within 100 feet or so. But lately? Lately it was quiet like a tomb.

 Even Jess has been more subdued, as if he could pick up on the fact that his dad was avoiding them. Avoiding touching and avoiding looking them in the face. Granted, it had taken Rachel a while before she didn't flinch every time Raylan's hands got too close to her and she was pissed. She was beyond pissed with him. He felt like it was his fault and it kind of was, to a point. But this can't last. Their marriage is going to fall apart if one of them doesn't start fighting for it and she knows he's too guilt ridden and wary of scaring her to do it.

She puts Jess down for the night and heads to the porch where she knows he'll be. Spending most of his time out here guarding them before passing out on the couch. Her bare feet are almost silent as she pads around to stand in front of him. "Raylan, you need to look at me."

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[angriestman]

And he does, look at her, immediately. He hasn't been shaving regularly enough and he scratches his jaw, still looking up at her, dark shadows under his eyes.

"I see you, sweetheart," he says.

[sluttylyingliar]

"This isn't going to work anymore," she says, trying to keep her voice steady. "I need you to rejoin this family and I need you to touch me again and hold your son. Because I feel like I'm living in a tomb."

[angriestman]

"I'm sorry," he says, rubbing his eyes. "I just...I look at you and I see how badly I fucked up, Rach. I don't know how to take it back."

[sluttylyingliar]

"I don't think you can," she says with a tight shrug. "I think we just learn from it and next time something happens with you, you agree to tell me about it. And I'll try and do the same. Raylan I just...I don't want this to end up like your last marriage. I would never leave you for someone else, but I can see how maybe I would feel so shut out that I wasn't even in a marriage anymore. I love you and I forgive you and now you meet me halfway."

[angriestman]

He thought about that for a long second, worked it over in his head and then he offered her his hand. Trembling slightly, but there it was.

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel threads her fingers through his and steps closer, thighs sliding over his until she's settled in his lap. It's been...shit. It's been over a month since they've really touched each other, much less had sex. She takes his hands and slides his warm palm underneath her shirt, up her belly until he's cupping her. Her breath comes out in a stutter after going so long without this.

[angriestman]

Her weight feels good in his lap, feels familiar, like something he's been missing for entirely too long. He lets her guide him, his palm against her skin and, when his hand is on her breast he squeezes, but gently, leaning up to brush his mouth against her skin, not quite her lips but close.

[sluttylyingliar]

She breathes out against his cheek, guiding his thumb down into her bra, along the underside of her breast where the skin is hot and slightly damp from the warm, night air. His other hand she guides down, past the elastic waist of her cotton shorts to brush over where her underwear is growing damp already, from the sheer amount of time it's been since she felt anything like pleasure.

[angriestman]

His fingers slip easily past the elastic of her underwear, brushing against her and finding her hot and wet already. He bites back something suspiciously like a moan, pressing a kiss against her jaw.

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel shifts her hips up and forward, slowly sinking onto his long fingers with a soft, broken moan. Her fingers clench tight at his shoulder as she starts to gently move against him. It's been so long she thinks she'll get off just like this, out on their damn porch. She presses her forehead against his, leaning in for their first real kiss in weeks.

[angriestman]

It's easy to get lost in a kiss like that. Easy to find his rhythm again, remember why this was always easy. He sinks his fingers into her, screwing her slowly and it's not enough, not nearly enough, but it's also exactly what he wants.

No need to rush.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Raylan," she moans, inhaling him in as she slides her lips down the column of his throat. She's pressed as tight against him as possible, riding his fingers as their breaths and moans break the silence of the evening. It's been so fucking long. "Take me inside. I need you on top of me."

[angriestman]

"C'mon." He nudges her out of his lap long enough to stand and then he bends slightly sweeping her up into his arms. "Coming to bed, Mrs Givens?"

It's not completely easy, not yet, but he does feel lighter than he has in weeks.

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel throws her arms around his neck, and leans in for a kiss. "Get me in there, get me naked, and just fuck me into the mattress, Mr. Givens."

[angriestman]

"Yes, Ma'am."

It feels sort of like being in a dream. Like drifting. Her weight is warm and solid in his arms, familiar, centering. He knows the way to their bed by heart.

[sluttylyingliar]

They make their way through the house until they go tumbling into bed. Rachel squirms up to the top of the bed and wrestles out of her shirt. It's been so goddamn long and she honestly thought she'd lost it all. Her chest heaves as she stares up at Raylan, her red hair mussed. "Come on."

[angriestman]

He doesn't even make the time to undress; he shoves his trousers down around his knees and leans over her, knee hitting the bed between her thighs as he bends to press a kiss against her chest, across her breasts.

"Jesus, Rach."

[sluttylyingliar]

"God, Raylan, come on," she gasps, wriggling out of her shorts and underwear. "I can't wait. I need you now, please. I need to feel you."

[angriestman]

They've done it better - done it neater or with more skill - but none of that seems to matter right then. He just needs to be inside her. He needs everything to be right.

He slides into her as he kisses her, losing his breath all in one go.

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel groans into his mouth, hips hitching against the stretch. It's been for fucking ever. She wraps her legs around his hips and rakes her nails down his back, wanting him to just climb inside her