For Raylan

[sluttylyingliar]

They barely separate on the way back to his house, kissing or touching or just plain grinding.

It's going to take a while for her to trust this, trust that he's not going to change his mind but for now? For now she just wants him. She wants all of him. She wants to hear him say it over and over again.

"I want you," she gasps, fumbling his door over as they stumble up the stairs. "I want you to throw me down and take me. Make me forget my fucking name."

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[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"C'mon," she orders, clenching hard around him. It feels like she's being fucked all the way through her body.

"Need to come," she gasps. "Come.with me."

[angriestman.livejournal.com]

Never let it be said that Raylan can't follow an order when it suits him. Coming together is porn film shit and Raylan's way past the time when he used to watch a lot of porn, but he wouldn't put anything past Rachel.

He dips his head, his hands tight on her hips, helpless with it. Gone. Just gone.

[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"God, God Raylan!" she grits out, hipping tilting just right as orgasm slams into her, sending her twisting and shaking against him. Her arms shake with the effort of keeping herself from collapsing into the bed as she gasps and shivers through it.