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Deacon pulled Rayna's body on top of his and kissed her fully. She met his kiss with equal passion and it wasn't long before lips parted and tongues began exploring…it felt right, it felt familiar. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Rayna groaned into Deacon's open mouth and brought her hands to his face, trying to pull him closer as if that was even possible. He brought one of his hands to her head lacing his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and left the other solidly holding onto the small of her back allowing their hips to keep full contact.

Even through the intoxicating headiness of the kisses his mind still had enough clarity to marvel at the fact that this was happening. He could barely believe that she was here with him, that she freely showering him with love and affection, and that his hands had complete and total access to her body. He could feel every inch of her on top of him and the quickening of her heartbeat as passion mounted. The weight of her body was pushing his deeper into the mattress, her hair was falling in soft waves around their necks, her smell, one that was distinctly Rayna, was overwhelming his senses. "Ray…" he gasped in between kisses. She pulled back slightly and gazed into his eyes. In the pale morning light he could see her dilated pupils, her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses and her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink with desire.

"I love you…I want you. Make love to me Deacon."

He didn't need second invitation or further instruction. He gently pushed her back off of him into a sitting position and rose to his knees facing her. He grabbed her neck once more to pull her in for another kiss. She seized his elbows to brace her weight and keep her balance…the room was spinning at his touch. She was lost in all that was Deacon…the feel of his kisses, the heat from his body, his hands on her face, neck, shoulders…it was intoxicating. No one except for Deacon had ever been able to elicit this kind of response from her body and her soul. She allowed herself to let go.

He drew back from her lips and began trailing open-mouthed kisses down the side of her throat to her collarbone. Teeth and tongue grazed the soft skin of her neck while his hands trailed down the side of her breasts, ribs and torso until they found the hem of her shirt. Rayna allowed her hands to leave his elbows and make a similar trail down his forearms and the sides of his waist until she reached the front of his jeans. As he slowly and tenderly lifted her shirt and grazed her stomach and hips with his fingertips, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. The teasing and taunting went on for a few more minutes until she absolutely could not stand it anymore and moaned into his neck with urgency "Deacon please."

In one quick movement her shirt was over her head. Her hair had not completely settled into place from the shirt being ripped from her body before her bra joined it somewhere near the foot of the bed. Deacon pulled back to look at her. She was stunning. The years had changed her body slightly. While she was still smooth and toned he could small and subtle changes but to him it made her all the more beautiful. "Rayna" he breathed. She smiled at him. She felt safe, loved, and adored.

She pulled him to her once more kissing him fully and pawing at the buttons of his shirt. He helped her by pulling and tugging and eventually his shirt joined the growing pile of discarded clothing. Skin to skin, damn it felt so good, so right. Once again mouths battled for contact, arms and legs entangled in one another. They lost their balance and fell back onto the bed, Rayna on top of Deacon.

He rolled her over and made quick work of pulling off her remaining clothing. Leggings and panties hit the floor in one deft swipe. She struggled to sit up and tug at his jeans. Deacon broke contact for a brief second, his eyes never leaving hers, to shimmy out of his pants and back onto her. Nothing had ever felt more right. They paused for a moment to enjoy the contact, the heat, the wild beating of their hearts. He kissed her once more raising his hips allowing her to adjust hers. Without breaking the kiss he lowered his body to meet hers. They joined, Body to body, soul to soul. It was beautiful and pure, everything it had once been, everything they knew it could be and more. It was a new beginning, a symbol of their love made tangible, a pact made flesh. They found their rhythm, moving in time to one another, dancing to their own music. Gradually the pace increased until both fell over the edge into blissful oblivion.

Rayna nuzzled Deacon's neck as her heartbeat slowed and she languidly floated back to planet earth. With the little remaining strength that he had Deacon pulled her body closer to his so she was halfway lying on top of him. His hands resting on the small of her back and the curve of her bottom, one of her legs straddled over his lower torso, the other snuggly resting against his thigh. He sighed contentedly and kissed the top of her head. She lightly traced his jawline with her finger and planted a kiss on his collarbone.

"I love you. Thank you for coming back to me." It was a soft whisper.

He drew her to him, gently cradling her head in his palm, allowing her to burrow her face into the curve where neck met shoulder.

"I love you too, more than life itself." You are my world Rayna. I've only made it this far because of you. Never forget that. Thank you for lovin' me."

The sun climbed higher. It rays bouncing off of the windows of the city's buildings making everything sparkle. The sky morphed from a light gray to a dusty pink to the beginnings of a brilliant and a clear blue. The open curtains allowed the suite to be washed in strong morning light. The rest of the world would soon begin to rise. In a matter of an hour or two the entourage would begin the ritual of breaking camp and heading to the next venue. Roadies would load the remaining instruments and equipment, band mates would shuffle down the hall with suitcases in tow heading for the buses, and managers would already be mapping out itineraries. Rayna and Deacon would have to leave the safety and comfort of this bed and rejoin the real world.

Deacon stretched. It was long and languid. Rayna enjoyed the feeling of his body moving under hers. She could feel the stretching of his abs and obliques against her breast and ribs. She was very aware of the bunching of the muscles in his quadriceps as he straightening his legs. His hips swiveled slightly pressing against apex of her thighs. She felt the quickening of desire once again. "Deacon, you'd better watch all that movin' and stretchin' if you plan on leaving this room here in the next little while." He smiled and squirmed a bit more. "Deacon." This time his name came out a little more breathy and she reflexively pushed herself against his body. He captured her lips with his own. In between kisses he whispered, "I think that we probably have time for round two." She smiled against his lips. With that he rolled on top of her and began taking her through the intoxicating motions of the dance once more.