Getaway Car ~ Taylor Swift

Tasha spent most of her time alone pondering the past, and what she could have done different to prevent Sam's death, and perhaps prevent her own loneliness. It didn't take long for the spark she had with Rafe to dwindle to an ember as he became caught up in the world of a businessman/treasure hunter. And Nathan... well, he stayed in touch where he could, but he would get threatened by Rafe to leave Tasha alone, and eventually he did. He thought he was protecting her, but instead he was only prolonging the inevitable.

Tasha could remember the way Rafe would gaze at her, his usual serious look replaced with an adoring smile, his eyes bright and lively. They were young and in love, and as such practically inseparable. Rafe wouldn't leave the city without being able to bring Tasha along with him, and the two quickly became one of the most powerful couples in the world.

But that could never last.

Rafe found Tasha one night, a few years after Sam's death and she was sobbing into her pillow. He went to comfort her, but as she spoke about how much she missed Sam he became jealous, and his care quickly turned to chastising her for missing him after so long, stating that Sam was nobody. She fought with him after that, the first actual fight they ever had, all because Rafe's mind played dark games with his head.

The two would eventually make up and have an intense love making session, but every so often Tasha would see Rafe slipping away and becoming someone she didn't quite know anymore.

And that terrified her.

But sometimes, he was still the same old Rafe who she fell in love with. He would hold her hand, kiss her cheek — be affectionate and loving like most significant others would.

Then, when the two had gotten some bad intel, Rafe got so angry he shot the man in the head point blank without even blinking. Tasha flinched as the gunshot rang through the room, looking at Rafe with a shocked expression. She had never seen him be so cold before, and unfortunately for her...

It only became worse.

But there was always a sliver of who he once was — and who he could still be. Rafe killed countless men on his search for Avery's treasure, and Tasha didn't agree with his methods and would voice her opinions, typically earning a glare from said murderer. She'd usually be the one to back down, however, because she loved him too much to lose him.

Tasha had been contacted to look for an ancient relic hidden in South Africa, and she thought it would be the perfect opportunity for Rafe and her to spend some quality alone time together. The expedition would pay well, not that she was in it for the cash — no, she was in it for the thrill of adventure. Avery's treasure had only proven dead end after dead end, the thrill quickly faded after a few weeks of mainly doing book research.

"Honey," Tasha started as she sat on Rafe's lap who was busy typing away on his computer. "You know that ancient relic from South Africa I told you about?"

"Mhmm." Rafe replied, not looking away from his computer.

A deep sigh left her lips. "Well, I was thinking we could take a break from this and go! I mean, c'mon, it's been ages since we've actually done anything together."

"We had sex last night, and this morning." Rafe reminded her with a small, amused smirk, resting his free hand on her waist.

"Well, yeah — but I mean actually do something as a couple."

"Most couples don't raid tombs."

"No, but we're not like any other couple." Tasha sighed in frustration. "I'm tired of Scotland! I'm not meant to just be in one place, especially Scotland. I don't even like it here."

Rafe sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Sweetheart, I have a lot of work I need to do."

Tasha groaned in annoyance, pouting her lip as she stood from his lap. "Fine, then. Have fun not getting laid."

A grin appeared on Tasha's face as she heard Rafe shut his laptop, his footsteps slowly following her own until they caught up to her. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her back until he could push her against the wall, his bulge pressing firmly against her back.

"You know, you're the reason I never get any work done." His voice was deep as his hands moved up her front, caressing her breasts which were only covered by one of his dress shirts.

"Apparently that's why you're cut off." Tasha replied, trying to keep her voice even as his thumbs rolled against her thinly covered nipples.

"Hmm, is that so?" Rafe chuckled, moving his one hand down to her waist. He quickly pressed his palm against her covered heat, smirking as he felt the wetness pooled in her panties. "Your body gives you away, sweetheart."

"I can resist you." Tasha replied, almost immediately regretting the words as they left her lips.

"Can you?" Rafe turned her around, staring at her with pupils blown wide. He was only wearing his boxers, which had a visible tent.

"Mhm." Tasha replied defiantly, narrowing her eyes at him as she tried to ignore his intense gaze. She knew if she wasn't careful she'd drown in those beautiful iris'.

Rafe smirked at her, caressing her cheek gently. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"No, you're not." Tasha huffed in annoyance. "But if you'll go to Africa with me, then—"

"We can go next month." Rafe replied, leaning down to pepper opened mouth kisses along her neck.

"Do..." She gasped as she felt his teeth graze against her skin. He was being more gentle than usual. "Do you promise?"

"Mhm." Rafe replied, slowly beginning to unbutton the shirt she had on. He pulled back slightly, gazing down at her body as he tossed the shirt aside. "Mm, look at you. I thought you could resist me."

"I can." Tasha replied, her resolve failing as she began to run her fingers through his hair, his lips trailing down to her chest.

"Really?" Rafe began to lick her nipple while he slipped his hand down her panties, rubbing two fingers in circles against her clit. "So, you want me to stop?"

Tasha whined when Rafe began to pull back, shaking her head vigorously. "No."

Rafe smiled in triumph at her before crashing his lips against hers.

"I always win."

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