Raiyne woke up, one arm underneath Jamie, the other close to her with her hand palm down on his stomach. As she lay there, she admired what she saw. He was still very much in shape, and she lightly ran her fingertips over his stomach and up his chest. Her body was calling out to him; it must have been the dreams she had, but she couldn't remember a single one of them. The only thing she knew for sure was that they were intense as the ache between her legs grew stronger.
He watched her with his dark, emerald green eyes. She must have not realized he was awake yet. Jamie had been watching her sleep for some time now, his arms securely wrapped around her. The fear of losing her took over him for a brief moment before she woke up. The loving touches she was giving him had made that fear disappear for now. He could tell that she really wasn't paying much attention to the effect she was having on him.
"If you keep that up, honey, you're going to have a problem you'll need to take care of," he said softly, startling her.
Her hands froze in place. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel his kisses all over her, his hands caressing her. She wanted to feel him love her. Her hand moved lower on his body, grasping him; she was almost shocked at how hard he was. His moan just encouraged her, and she finally looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be holding his breath. She moved enough so that she was able to kiss him. The kiss was filled with her desire for him, and he pulled her closer to him. Jamie let his hands roam over her body with gentle caresses, loving touches. He wanted her to feel loved because he did love her. His gentle caresses were driving her insane with want and desire. He had always been so careful with her, almost afraid that she would break. Raiyne broke the kiss and moved to his neck where she gently began to nibble, wondering if it would still have the same effect on him. As another moan escaped his lips, she smiled to herself.
He couldn't take the teasing anymore; he didn't want to. He wanted to remind her of what it felt like to have love and attention lavished upon her. He laid her back on the bed, admiring her. She hadn't objected to him sleeping nude beside her last night, but she was still fully clothed. His hands made their way up her shirt, lightly touching her, teasing her. He watched her reaction, and it just pushed him further; her reactions always did drive him crazy. He removed the shirt she had gone to bed in, and admired her breasts. They were still so full, so perky. He licked his lips as he bent down to place kisses on each one, avoiding her nipples. Her moans were arousing him even more, and when she cried out as his tongue flicked her nipple, he fought a smile. He was fully focused on Raiyne and her needs and desires. He wanted her to feel the way she should always feel. He wanted to make her feel beautiful. His hands had stayed busy the entire time his mouth and tongue assaulted her nipple. One hand was on her unattended breast while the other was making its way down. He needed to feel her. As he began to gently stroke her, he was surprised at just how wet she was. Had she always been this way, or had it just been that long since she received the attention she deserved? It didn't really matter. All that mattered was her and what they had right now. Jamie kissed his way down her body, listening to her moan, wanting to make her scream. He spread her legs further apart as he positioned himself in-between them. She was so wet. He had planned on teasing her, but he knew he couldn't resist any longer. His first lick was a deep, long lick that made her cry out. He had missed the taste of her, her reaction to him. Things were only this good with her. He drank her in, drowning in her, hearing her urging him on with her moans. She was calling out his name; he was aching now, throbbing to be inside her. As his mouth moved to her clit, he slid two fingers into her, gently thrusting them in and out. As her reactions got more intense, his actions increased. He went harder, faster, needing to make her reach orgasm.
She was lost in feeling, her mind a blank, being taken over by everything he was doing to her. She felt everything inside building up, adding to the fire that was already burning inside her. He wasn't letting her do a thing, just wanting her to enjoy herself. As the pressure on her clit increased, as he thrust his fingers into her harder and faster, she was brought closer and closer until she finally screamed out from pleasure. His name was upon her lips, but yet, he continued until she moved. She pulled him to her, kissing him passionately, needing to feel him inside her.
"Jamie, I need you now. Please," she said softly.
He didn't need to hear her say anymore. Soon, he was inside of her, taking his time with her. His slow pace was killing both of them, but he had wanted it to last. He didn't want her to feel that he was just getting things over with. He continued to kiss her as he made love to her. His lips moving from hers, to her neck, to anywhere he could reach. It was only when she had asked him for more that his pace increased. The fire was building up inside her again. She had almost forgotten how good he could make her feel, how wanted and loved. She was only able to feel that way with him. His pace increased still, and they both reached their peak together. He laid down next to her, gathering her in his arms.
"I love you, Raiyne. I have never stopped," he whispered into her ear.
"I love you too, Jamie," she sounded drowsy. It had been so long since someone had taken the time to make sure she was enjoying herself, to please her. She had almost forgotten what that had felt like. With him, she didn't feel like she was nothing but a toy. She felt him run his fingers through her hair before his hand went down her back. She winced as she felt his fingertips on her welts.
"Honey, sit up," he said softly, and she did. He hadn't even noticed the marks that Jareth had left upon her. He lightly kissed each one, wishing that she had never found herself in this situation. "I'm so sorry, babes," he whispered to her ear, pulling her close against him. She leaned back into him, letting him hold her, his arms around her waist.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, sweets," she whispered softly. She felt so safe in his arms. As Raiyne lay in Jamie's arms, his words echoed in her head. He had never stopped, but he left her for someone who would play Mistress with him. At least he was able to break free. She knew Jareth would never let her go. He enjoyed having power over her too much. The way He saw it was, she willingly gave herself to Him. She submitted to Him of her own free will. She gave Him the control that He had over her, and He had the mindset that she couldn't take that gift back. It was no longer hers, and she would only be free again if He decided He didn't want her anymore. How Jamie managed to talk Jareth into this, she still wasn't sure, but she knew He wouldn't let go that easily. Unless...was she really that horrible? Had she not always done what He had asked of her? Yes, there were times where she forgot herself, but she was still learning. Or was that the problem? Maybe she wasn't picking things up as fast as He wanted. Was that why He was so upset with her? Then again, why did it matter? She wasn't happy with Him; she was just too afraid to try and get out on her own. She was afraid of what He would do to her. So why did she still think of Him as her Master?
Jamie pulled her closer and felt her tense up. Just from the look on her face, he could tell something was wrong. He wondered if she felt guilty about what had just happened, but he didn't think that was it. Maybe she felt guilty about the way they tricked that bastard into letting her go, but why? He knew how terrified she was of Jareth, and he was almost positive she didn't care for him. He couldn't figure it out on his own, so he had to ask. Pulling her closer still, he kissed the top of her head as she lay on his chest.
"What's on your mind, babe?" His voice was gentle, and he didn't want to sound demanding. The last thing he wanted was to seem like him.
"The past few days," she answered softly. She wasn't sure how else to answer. She gave into him too easily, and she had a feeling she was going to regret it. She felt exposed, and finding her shirt lying next to her, she put it on.
"Would you mind being more specific?" Why was she suddenly being so cold? What had he done wrong?
"You and Jareth and what's been going on. What just happened...those things." She was sitting as far away from him as she could, the blanket wrapped around her protectively. She was scared, terrified he would hurt her again. He knew her well, and he knew just the right words to say to her. He knew how to get her guard down, he knew what buttons to push...he was cheating.
He watched as Raiyne withdrew into herself, not knowing how to stop her. She was putting up the wall she had when they had first met. It took him almost a year to get her to let him in. This was bad, for them at least. Maybe that wall would help protect her from Jareth, but then, why wasn't it up from the beginning? He knew the answer to that one, and it was because of him. That wall wouldn't help her now. He had a feeling she was having regrets, but he didn't know what to say. "Honey, talk to me, please. Let me help." He watched as she stared into the bed. He knew that if he tried to move closer, she would react badly.
"I'm fine," she mumbled. She didn't want his help, but she did want him. She wanted to be in his arms, for everything to be okay, but she knew if she gave in now, she would get hurt all over again. Raiyne didn't want him to think that he could hurt her and have her take him back so easily. It would end up killing her.
"Fuck it." His harsh words made her look his way. He was done playing games. He wasn't going to let her sit there and hurt. He knew what she was doing, what she was thinking, and he needed to prove her wrong. He moved toward her pulling her onto his lap, holding her tight. She wasn't fighting him, and he had a feeling she was scared...maybe a flashback was triggered. "Raiyne," Jaime's voice was soft, gentle, his lips against her ear. "Raiyne, I need you to listen to me, honey." He kissed her temple. "You know me better than anyone else. You know what I'm capable of, and you know when I'm lying. I'm going to let you go, but I want you to stay, and I need you to look at me. Can you do that for me?" She nodded, and he let her go. She turned so that she was facing him and looked directly in his eyes. "I know what I did was fucked up. I know it's my fault you're with that fuck, but know this: I love you with everything that is me. My heart belongs to you, as do I. Just because both of us gave into our desires doesn't mean I think you forgive me. I know it'll take a while for that to happen, but I'm not going anywhere. All that showed me was that you still care for me as much as I do you. I'm not giving up on our second chance. You and I both know that everything happens for a reason, and here we are again." He paused to wipe the tears from her face. "Raiyne, I meant what I said. I do not want you out of my life. Even if I can only have you as a friend, it's better than nothing, but I refuse to let you go back to him. Baby, he's broken you. I can see that better now than the other day. Don't let him win, and please, please don't close yourself off from me. It'll do more damage than good." She was fully crying now, and his heart was aching. "Raiyne, look at me. I swear on my life that I will never do anything like that again. It kills me to see you hurting."
She buried her face between his shoulder and head, wrapping her arms around him. He held her tight and tried to comfort her, but there was no need. Deep down, she already knew everything he said was true. She just needed to hear him say it. It was going to take her a while to forgive him, but she knew it wouldn't take too long. She heard him whisper her name and forced herself to look at him. She knew he wanted some kind of answer, but it was hard to speak with him looking so concerned, wiping the tears from her face, and brushing her hair back. She took his hands in hers.
