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]

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