War of Hearts ~ Ruelle

Tasha sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Nadine's men sure enjoy blowing things up."

It had been a week since Tasha began working with Rafe, and while she hated to admit it — she was enjoying spending time with him. He would always dote on her, something he used to never do. He would also listen to her when she spoke. It was nice.

While she still hated the treasure and hoped Sam and Nate were having a better time finding clues, she knew if she didn't try her best he would know.

Rafe always knew.

"It gets the job done." Rafe replied with a shrug, handing Tasha a paper.

"What, finally trusting me?" Tasha asked venomously.

Rafe shrugged. "Don't you trust me?"

"Trust is earned." Tasha replied, her eyes scanning the pages in front of her. "All these pages point to the treasure, but never the true location. My bet is there has to be a clue somewhere here, you just haven't found it yet."

"I've spent fifteen years looking for this treasure." Rafe sighed, rubbing his forehead. "We've looked everywhere."

"Not everywhere." Tasha replied as she laid out the map on his desk. "Besides, you didn't have me helping. That was your first mistake." Tasha teased lightly, running her finger along the locations marked on the map.

"I know." Rafe agreed, much to Tasha's surprise. He stared at her, slowly moving so his body was close to hers as she leant over the table.

"My guess is there's a crypt somewhere that'll hold the clue we're looking for... we just have to find it." Tasha hummed as she focussed on the map, but even as focussed as she was she could feel Rafe's gaze on her.

"What?" She asked after a while, getting frustrated with his constant staring.

"You always would get infatuated with your work." He replied with a smile, leaning over the table with her. "If you had a lead you wouldn't stop until you found your answer."

"You're the same way." Tasha replied, sighing in frustration as she leaned her arms against the desk. "I can't tell you where to look, though. I can barely understand all the information you've given me these past few days."

"It'll take time." Rafe rested his hand on her shoulder supportively. Another surprise to her. He wasn't making it easy to hate him. "But, I know that you're the best chance I have at finding the treasure."

"Yeah, well, you're not wrong." Tasha replied smugly. "But Nadine's men need to stop blowing everything up, Rafe. Neither of us are going to be able to locate the treasure if all that's left behind of the clues are turned to rubble." It was strange, she thought, how... how right it felt to be here with him. After everything, so many years had passed and yet to her it felt as though she never left...

But she did.

"I'll talk to her..." Rafe kept his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. Tasha noticed this and blushed, shaking her head.

"Thanks..." She paused, tapping her fingers anxiously against his desk. "Don't get me wrong — I like Nadine. She's a total badass... Who knows? Maybe she's good for you." She turned back to the map, trying to ignore the pit that had formed in her stomach at the thought of him being with another woman, even one as rad as Nadine.

"Good for me?" Rafe's hand slowly left her shoulder as he leaned his side against his desk, watching her intently. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, she's your type." Tasha shrugged it off, trying to ignore the situation entirely. "I guess."

"Oh... oh! You think—" Rafe shook his head with a small laugh. "It's not like that. I need her men."

"Hey, it's none of my business." Tasha replied, not giving him a second glance. "Rafe, could you pass me the — uh... Rafe?" Tasha cocked her head to the side as she turned to look at him. He was smiling smugly, something that wasn't ever a good sign. "Do I even wanna ask?"

"You're jealous."

Tasha blushed, forcing out a scoff as she shook her head. "Why —" She cleared her throat. "Why would I be jealous?"

"Because I know when you're jealous. I know you." Rafe chuckled, folding his arms across his chest.

"You don't know me." Tasha rolled her eyes. "Can you pay attention? You're the one who wants to find this stupid treasure."

"I am paying attention, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart, Rafe." She turned her back to him, sighing. "Look, I don't want to fight with you. I just want to find this stupid treasure so I can go home."

"Is that what you want?" Rafe asked, his voice now much closer as he stepped behind Tasha.

"Well — No." Tasha admitted.

"What do you want?" Rafe asked quietly, his breath hot on the back of her neck. "What do you want, Tasha?"

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her backside against him when she refused to answer him. She let out a gasp, gripping onto the corners of the desk to try to stop his hold from tightening.

"Rafe! What are you—" Her words were drowned out by a moan as Rafe began to kiss her neck harshly, his tongue running along the flesh, his teeth biting hard into the skin. "R-Rafe—"

"Yes, say my name, sweetheart." Rafe growled, slipping his hand up her shirt. Tasha's eyes rolled back into her head as she found herself letting her body press against Rafe's.

"I do know you... as much as you hate to admit it, darling." He chuckled darkly as he slipped his hand into her bra. "You want this just as bad as I do."

"S-shut up," Tasha whined when Rafe rolled his thumb over her nipple, his other hand unbuttoning her shorts. "Seriously—"

"Tsk Tsk, is that any way to talk to your partner, Tasha?" Rafe slipped his hand down her pants, rubbing his fingers along her covered slit. He groaned when he felt her wetness seep through her panties, bucking his hips against her ass. "Fuck, you do want me, don't you, sweetheart?"

Rafe pressed his thumb against her covered clit, making Tasha moan. She bit her lip, silencing herself but Rafe bit her neck hard, causing Tasha to yelp out in pain. "I need to hear you."

Tasha knew this wasn't a smart idea, but the fact was she missed Rafe and she missed this. She sighed contently as Rafe began rub her clit in circles, his other hand massaging her breasts. She moved her ass against his covered erection, causing Rafe to grab her hips almost violently. In no time he slid her shorts down her legs, moaning slightly at the sight of her purple lace panties. Rafe let go of her, pulled his shirt off before pulling her shirt and bra off, rubbing his palm down her bare back until he reached her panties. She swore she could hear him groan as he used his switch knife to cut her panties down the side, rubbing the dull end of the knife across her inner thigh.

Tasha listened closely as she heard Rafe undo his belt, letting it fall to the floor, assumingely along with his jeans and boxers before gripping her waist hard. He pushed her down so she was half leant over his desk, causing a mess but he didn't care. He ran his hand along her back, before slapping her ass roughly. Tasha let out a moan each time Rafe slapped her. He rubbed his erection against her wet slit, teasing her.

"R-Rafe." Tasha whined.

Rafe slammed his hips against hers, giving Tasha no time to adjust to him as he began to rock his hips in fast motions. His one hand wrapped around her neck, choking her lightly as he pounded into her.

"You like that, don't you, Tasha?" Rafe hummed in appreciation at her whimpers. "Tell me, sweetheart, how long—" Tasha shoved her hips back against Rafe, causing his rough demeanour to falter slightly as a loud groan left his lips, his nails digging harshly into her hips.

"Don't call me sweetheart." Tasha stood as best she could with him still inside of her, looking over her shoulder with a pointed glare.

"Sweetheart." Rafe smirked, barring his teeth in a Cheshire like way as he gazed back at her. "If you want me to stop—" He slowly began to pull out but Tasha groaned in frustration.

"If you're going to fuck me Rafe Adler then fuck me!"

Rafe laughed as he grabbed the back of her neck, roughly shoving her back down as he began to pound mercilessly into her. "You like being dominated by me, huh? You like being fucked rough, don't you?!" He pressed his chest against her back, the sounds of skin slapping echoing loudly in the small space. "Fuck."

"Rafe." Tasha practically cried out as he snaked one of his hands around her waist, rubbing two fingers in tight circles against her clit. "Fuck! Rafe!"

"Fuck, Tash." Rafe moaned as his pace faltered slightly, his left hand moving from her waist to her hand, gripping it hard and pining it to the table. "You're gonna make me cum, sweetheart."

Tasha moaned, using the strength she had to push back against him. "Cum inside me, Rafe."

"Mmm, you want me to cum in you sweetheart?! Hmm? You want me to fill you?" Rafe groaned, his grip on her hand as tight as humanly possible as he slammed into her. "I wanna feel you cum with me, baby."

Tasha whined, crying his name out as he pushed her over the edge. She held his hand tightly, knowing very well she'd have bruises across her whole body by the next day. Rafe moaned her name as his hips stuttered, his right hand moving from her clit to her hip, holding her in place as he came deep inside her.

There was a silence as the two breathed heavily, Rafe's chest rising and falling rapidly against her back. Tasha's legs were wobbly but she tried to ignore the jello-like feel as she slowly came down from her high. Rafe was pressing feather-like kisses to her shoulder blade, while stroking her hip with his free hand.

Tasha slowly glanced towards their joined hands, noticing the silver ring on his ring finger. Her eyebrows raised as she realized he was still wearing his engagement band from her. She then glanced down at her engagement ring that was still on her necklace, a sad smile coming to her face. Of course she felt guilty for leaving him — she regretted it every moment of every day since she did. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to trust him. Losing him, she lost herself in the process.

"Rafe—"

"Shh." Rafe shushed her gently.

"But —"

"Just... let me enjoy this." Rafe sighed contently, caressing her skin while still holding her hand tightly in his grasp, as if he would perish if he let her go.

Tasha was silent then, but she leaned her head over slightly, pressing her lips to his hand. "I didn't think you'd still be wearing it."

"I didn't think you'd still have yours either." Rafe admitted, chuckling slightly.

"You realize that everyone heard that, right?"

"Good." Rafe replied as he kissed across her shoulders slowly.

"I didn't know Mr.Rafe Adler was such a bad boy." She teased lightly as he pulled her slowly into a standing position. He gently caressed her hips as he slowly turned her to face him.

"Look at you," Rafe ran his thumb along her bottom lip contently. "I don't think many would call a man nearly forty a quote on quote bad boy."

"Well, you know me — I like older men." She smiled teasingly at him.

"Are you calling me old?" Rafe feigned offence, as he let her go, walking over to his bag in the corner of the tent.

"I'd never do that." Tasha replied innocently as she followed him, leaning over to pick up her shorts that were still in tact on the floor, along with her bra. "You know, I swear you've always ripped all my clothes."

"Oh, poor, poor, baby." Rafe smiled smugly as he handed her one of his t shirts, his eyes roaming her bare body for a moment. Tasha rolled her eyes as she pulled her clothes on, tying his shirt in the back with a tie so it was a slimmer fit on her. Rafe pulled his clothes on, his eyes never leaving her form.

"Why are you staring at me?" Tasha asked as she ran her fingers through her now tangled hair, trying to fix the mess that he made.

"You're beautiful. I just thought you should know that."

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