For Raylan

[sluttylyingliar]

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

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[angriestman]

He really isn't about to argue with that. He's already pulling at her dress, pushing it upwards, peeling it off her. His bed is neatly made and ready for them. He presses her backwards.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

[sluttylyingliar]

She shimmies the rest of the way out of her dress, tossing his hat in the corner to join it.

"Off," she demands, pulling the hem of his henley up and off, getting her hands on his bare sides as soon as she can see them. "God, Raylan," she says, voice hitching as she slides her hands across his chest.

[angriestman]

Making a soft, affirmative sound in the back of his throat, he skims both hands up her sides, cupping her tits and squeezing.

"Fuck, I missed you."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Missed you too," she breathes, pushing up onto her toes as she rocks against him. Her hands scrabble at his belt and zipper, fingers pushing into his waistband as she starts to push both jeans and boxers off his slim hips. "Boots off," she demands, kicking her own sandals against the wall.