Back to You ~ Selena Gomez

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Tasha sighed deeply as she pulled her hair back into a braid, her eyes scanning the wall in front of her. Rafe was on his radio, instructing Nadine's men to bring some dynamite, but Tasha knew better. The rock edges in the wall were enough that she could climb her way to the top, and if there were any clues she'd find them.

"What are you doing?"

Tasha had already begun to climb up the wall, nearly five feet from the ground before Rafe noticed her. "What's it look like, pretty boy? I'm climbing."

"C'mon, get down from there before you get yourself killed." Rafe replied in a frustrated tone, though within it there was a trace of concern.

"This isn't my first rodeo, Rafe." Tasha laughed as she took a deep breath, pushing her weight off the wall and up to the small ledge on the opposite side. She barely made it, but before she could slip she dug her shoes into the wall side.

Rafe sighed. "Just... just be careful."

"Wow, it almost sounds like you care." She breathed deeply when she reached the very top, pulling herself to safety.

"You better not leave me down here." Rafe called up to her, his voice sounding almost amused.

"Tempting." She smirked smugly at Rafe before throwing a rope down to him. "Get your ass up here, or are you too old to climb?"

Rafe rolled his eyes, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest before he climbed up, his eyes scanning her arms when he noticed the scrapes from the rocks. He grabbed onto her wrist, somewhat gently tugging her over to him. It was then he noticed her hands were also scratched up decently bad. "I told you—"

"To be careful, I know." Tasha shrugged with a small laugh. "I've had worse. Now, c'mon. I think there's something over there." She pulled her wrist from his grasp, trudging over to a wall that had something written on the wall.

"Told you there'd be something here."

Rafe smiled at her, his hand resting on her shoulder as he looked at the discovery. "Well, guess I owe you now, huh?"

Tasha rolled her eyes, a small, playful smile on her lips. She tried to ignore his intense gaze and the close proximity of his body to hers. She also tried to think of a good comeback, but nothing came to her mind as Rafe's hand moved down to her waist, squeezing her tightly.

"Uh," She cleared her throat. "W-we should — we should probably write this stuff down." Tasha grabbed her journal from her bag, biting her bottom lip as she traced the figures onto the paper, trying to ignore Rafe's constant gaze. "Your memories probably gotten bad with your age, right?" She teased, trying to diffuse the tension but Rafe only smirked smugly in reply.

This isn't going to be easy.

•••

Rafe had brought Tasha to his mansion to celebrate their finding, much to her disappointment. She had hoped he wouldn't press her, but there she was, sitting next to him in the back of one of his many limos. She wasn't sure how much money he had, but she knew it was enough that he never had to worry about going broke. Not even with the amount he'd have spent on the treasure for so many years.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Huh?" Tasha asked as she realized Rafe had been staring at her. They were standing in his living room now, where he had a decent sized bar. "Oh, um, just anything with alcohol in it, I guess."

Rafe raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You hate drinking."

"Things change." She replied with a shrug, looking around the room with mild curiosity. She tried to ignore the cold feeling in her chest as she noticed the place hadn't changed a bit, save for the fact that there were now no photographs where as when they were together there were a few of them together.

"So," Rafe spoke quietly as he motioned for her to sit on the couch. Slowly she nodded, accepting his request as she angled herself so she was facing him politely. "What has the famous Tasha been up to these days?"

"Well, after — uh — I went to college." She replied hesitantly, though she was almost certain he knew all of this already.

"Really? Do tell." He leaned back in his seat, his eyes focussed on nothing but her.

"It was a pretty normal college experience. I took a few courses, y'know like history, and biology."

"What made you decide to go back to school?" He asked, seeming to be entirely interested in every single word she had to say.

"I... I don't know..." She rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably. "I had a lot of free time, I guess. Nate said it would be good for me — but what does he know, right? He didn't even finish school..." She blushed, staring at her lap when she realized she was rambling. "B-But anyways, after I graduated as much as I wanted to work with animals, I found myself looking for trouble, orrrr trouble would find me."

Tasha forced a smile as she took a sip of her drink. "What about you? What has the famous Rafe Adler been up to?"

Rafe chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. "A few business ventures but primarily—"

"Treasure hunting?"

"Yes."

Tasha hummed in reply, swirling her drink around in the fancy glass. "Do you mind if I use the restroom?"

"Fine. Do you remember where it is?"

Tasha scoffed. "Unfortunately.

•••

She let out a deep sigh as she splashed the water on her face and arms, not only trying to wash the dirt that covered her body but also to calm her nerves. She ignored Rafe's presence in the doorway, who laughed before stepping into the room. He stepped past her towards the bath, and began to let the water flow.

"You look ridiculous." He mused. Tasha raised her eyebrows at him in the mirror, watching as he began to fill the tub with hot water and some sort of bubble bath. "What are you doing?"

"You're being stupid." Rafe replied with a smug smile.

"Well, no offence but I'm not going to have a bath with you."

"I'm shocked you'd think I have that little restraint, Tasha." Rafe chuckled, shaking his head. "Just get in the water. I'll get you some fresh clothes."

Tasha hesitated when he left the room, a warmth filling her body at the idea of being naked with him so close but she needed a bath after all the climbing she did. A sigh left her lips as she pulled her dirty shirt over her head, looking at her scratched body in the mirror before stripping completely. She sunk into the tub with a small moan, the warm water making her tense muscles relax as she sank deeper into the water.

A few moments later Rafe stepped back into the room, a smirk on his lips as he looked at her overjoyed face. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Shut up." Tasha replied before sticking her tongue out at him childishly.

Rafe chuckled, picking her clothes off the floor before smiling at her thoughtfully. "There's clean towels over there when you're done."

"Thanks."

•••

Nearly an hour later Tasha had wrapped a towel around her body, sighing as she stepped into the adjoining bedroom which seemed to still be Rafe's bedroom. Her stomach fluttered as she recalled all the times they fucked — mind you, they had done it in practically every inch of the large house, including the bath she was just in.

She shook her head from the dirty thoughts, blushing when Rafe walked into the room holding a clean pair of shorts and a shirt for her. His eyes scanned her body, a smug smile on his lips as he held the clothes out to her. When he didn't leave, Tasha raised her eyebrows at him with a scoff.

"I'm not changing with you staring at me like a creep."

"A creep, hmm?" Rafe chuckled darkly as he took a step towards her. "Is that how you show thanks to the man whose taking care of you?"

She sighed, turning her back to him before tossing the towel back at him. She quickly pulled her clothes back on, trying to ignore his intense gaze on her backside. When she was done she turned to look at him, feeling her face flush at the way his eyes had darkened.

Tasha stalked past him, feeling her stomach flutter when she heard his strong footsteps closing in behind her. Before she could protest, Rafe had pushed her between his body and the wall, slowly backing her up against the front door. Tasha tried to suppress the gasp that threatened to leave her as she felt his knee press between her legs, his arms resting on either side of her head.

"You have no idea what you do to me." Rafe whispered hoarsely, his eyes stormy as he rested his forehead against hers.

"I—" Tasha's hands were against his chest, and she could feel his pulse drumming madly against her fingers. She wasn't sure what to say. She wanted nothing more then to melt into his body and beg him to take her right there. The sexual tension that had quickly been building between the two practically screaming as his knee dared to lean closer to her core. It took all the restraint she had to take a deep, shaky breath before turning her head away from him.

"We should... we should get back.. and— and analyze those clues..."

Rafe slowly moved his hands from either side of her head, but kept his body close to hers. "After you, princess."

•••

That evening Tasha found herself unable to sleep. How could she? All she could think about was Rafe. Just a simple look from him could make her melt. It didn't help that he insisted she had to stay with him, rather than be in her own room on the site. She sighed, shaking her head of the warm thoughts as she sat up from the bed, stretching her arms out haphazardly before swinging her legs off the bed.

Rafe was sat at a desk in the corner of the room, reading over the pile of papers he had stacked. He barely noticed her make her way over to him, her fingers lightly sliding along the soft table. "Can't sleep?" He asked after a moment, his eyes not leaving the paper in his hand, though through his peripheral he could see her perfectly.

"I can't sleep most nights." Tasha answered honestly, sighing as she leaned down, eyes glancing over the paper in front of him. "What about you?"

"There's always work to do." Rafe replied, trying to ignore the way she leant her ass against his desk as she looked at the bookshelf behind him. "You'd probably cringe at the amount of coffee I drink per day."

This made Tasha giggle, the sound sending a pleasant warmth through Rafe's body. "Probably. I still hate it, though I'm sure that's not surprising."

"Not at all." Rafe agreed with a small smile, finding his attention fading from the papers and instead focussing on the girl next to him. He stood, making Tasha raise her eyebrows at him before Rafe grabbed his jacket. "Do you wanna go for a walk?"

Tasha shrugged with a small smile. "Why not."

By the time the two had gotten back to the room three hours had passed and they were laughing as they took their jackets off.

"I can't believe Nate actually got married."

"Right?!" Tasha laughed as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Sully and I had bets on how long it would take him to fuck it up."

"That sounds like you." Rafe smirked smugly, earning himself a light smack on his chest from Tasha. "Hey!" The two laughed, Rafe sitting next to her on the bed as she tried to quit laughing. "Hey, breathe, Tash."

"Shut up!" She nearly started crying from how hard she was laughing. She hasn't felt such joy since — well, since before they broke up. The entire three hours they spent together it was like they hadn't fallen out— as if they were the same young people who fell madly in love like they once were. Rafe rested his hand on her leg while his other gently rubbed her back. Tasha rested her hand on his, feeling his fingers tangle with hers as she finally came down.

"You alright there, sweetheart?" The words left his lips in a soft purr, his body much closer than she had remember him being. She nodded, trying to keep her cheeks from flushing when she felt his thumb gently caressing her thigh.

"You — you should sleep, y'know." She said after a while, keeping her gaze on the floor. Rafe gently pushed her hair off her shoulder, his fingers gently brushing against her collarbone.

"So should you."

"There's only one bed."

"Let's not pretend that that bothers either of us, Tash."

Tasha nodded, slowly giving in as Rafe and her laid back onto the bed. His hands gently pulled her against his chest, burying his face in her hair. Her stomach fluttered as she let out a yawn, a low chuckle coming from Rafe.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart."

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