There is fuckery afoot. Deep, deep levels of fuckery. Rachel is staying firmly on her porch, smoking furiously because she does not even want to know what else is going on. People who should be grown ass men are little kids and she's so intensely grateful she's not a fat, 13 year old version of herself. She'd rather wake up with a dick than have ( Read more... )

Almost every morning there's a few moments where Rachel wakes up before Raylan. He sleeps like the dead and she wonders if it's from years of not getting enough sleep and taking it where he could get it. If his standard of living was anything close to that shithole he was renting in Lexington, she gets why he's making up for it now ( Read more... )

A year a half ago? None of this would have happened. For starters, Rachel didn't even have friends to fight with. And if she did, she was too damn high to give a shit. But now she's sober (well, in the drug sense) and she cares and she's been out of sorts for days now after fighting with Danny ( Read more... )

Okay seriously? It's like some kind of late birthday present. She hadn't even really meant to bust in on anything. She wants someone to go to the beach with her and although she knows Danny doesn't like it, he's going to get over it.

But then...she'd heard. The moans and the grunts and the breathing. And damn, Danny is loud.

She'd hate to interrupt ( Read more... )

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

There are two things important about today.

First, it's Brooke's birthday. Brooke is a month older than Rachel. Which makes her old. Which is awesome because it also means Brooke will turn thirty before Rachel does. She's pretty sure she already sees wrinkles around Brooke's eyes, but she's not going to say anything. It's her birthday after all.

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Of all the times to be thinking about it, this is not it.  Rachel knows it must really be bothering her if she's lying in bed, naked and sweaty with her equally naked and sweaty boyfriend, thinking about feelings. They're both quiet, breath starting to even out as she traces a pattern on his chest, still lying where she collapsed on top of him. ( Read more... )

Rachel is just so out of her depth here. It's been almost three days and Raylan has been pretty clearly avoiding her. And she just doesn't know what she's supposed to do. She's got less than zero experience and can't tell anyone about what happened because it's so clearly personal. That, at least, she gets. But this is getting ridiculous. If Raylan ( Read more... )

Rachel would have never, in her previous life, admitted to wanting a quiet night. Quiet tended to be one of the things that sent her out looking for trouble. But tonight, when she doesn't have to be at work and it's only a week out of one of the worst days she's had here, quiet sounds good. She's been cooking, plus she cleaned her hut and if Brooke ( Read more... )

Rachel's still not sure how she feels about Brooke living across the island in a tree. On the one hand, she can wander around in her bra outside without running into Brooke's boyfriends. Plus, Brooke can't check up on her constantly. On the other hand, she maybe secretly likes having someone check up on her. Just a little. It is easier to bring ( Read more... )