[ SMUT WARNING! don't want it? don't read it.

also, no matter how big it is and how relieved you are from a near death experience, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT. contraceptive pills don't protect against stds ]

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LET ME TOUCH YOU.

NOTHING FELT BETTER AFTER THAT DISASTROUS STORM than a hot shower and a change of clothes. And though Kate had a room this time around, Rio still opted to crash with Boone, wanting to be close to him after he'd been nearly ripped from her grasp just like Addy had.

After they'd showered, both realized they had more scrapes and cuts from the flying debris than they thought. So, Rio sat a shirtless Boone down on his bed, being careful as she tended to them with bandages she bought from the convenience store down the street.

"Just glad we ain't as bad off as Kate," Boone was saying as she covered up a deep scratch on his shoulder with gauze. "That girl has a mighty awful concussion."

"Yeah, but Javi's gone watch over her tonight," she murmured. Then she smiled. "Think Tyler's jealous he ain't the one with her."

Boone chuckled as she finished up. "He'll get over it. He's always been such a baby when it comes to girls. Though I'd be pouting something horrible if I couldn't make sure you're okay."

"I am," she promised. "Though every time I move, I can feel a cut in my back if you'll check that out. Burned in the shower when the water hit it."

"You got it," he said, taking the supplies from her.

Then Rio turned around on the bed, and his breath caught in his throat when she pulled her shirt — his shirt — off, revealing a smooth back that wasn't covered by a bra. And he could see why. A shallow cut ran along her back, right below where a band would've agitated it.

Rio shyly held the fabric of the shirt to her chest, focusing on the wall as Boone got to work. His touch was impossibly gentle as he covered it with a large bandage. Then, her eyes closed as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss to the skin above it.

Letting himself get lost, Boone kissed up to her shoulder and neck. And then he began sucking on the skin beneath her jaw, earning a soft sigh from her.

"Boone," she murmured softly.

"Sorry," he said, pulling away. His nose gently pressed to the back of her shoulder. "Know you wanna take things slow."

She bit her lip and looked at him over her shoulder, a vulnerable look in her eyes. Because god, all she wanted was to feel every inch of Boone pressed up against her, proof that he was alive and safe and in her arms.

So, she leaned in and kissed him softly, tongue tracing his lips gently. Boone parted his lips, letting her inside as she rolled her tongue against his. And as she did so, Rio slowly turned around, holding his biceps to steady herself, pressing her bare chest to his.

Boone sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes remaining shut even when they pulled away for air.

"Boone," she said in a pleading tone against his mouth. "Touch me."

He let out a groan, doing just that as his hands traveled up her sides at an agonizing pace, him appreciating every inch of skin that she allowed him to feel. And then he reached her chest, earning a sharp intake of breath from her as his thumbs gently brushed against her nipples.

"You're so soft," Boone mumbled against her lips as he palmed her breasts. "So goddamn soft."

Then finally, he opened his eyes and looked down at her body. She giggled as he dramatically rolled his head back, letting out a groan.

"Baby, you're gone kill me looking so pertty," he told her.

"Well, come and do something about it," she said as she crawled past him, lying down on the bed.

Boone moved slowly, kissing from the waistband of her shorts and up her stomach until he reached her chest. She sighed and shut her eyes as he kissed the expanse of her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking deftly as he toyed with the other until it was a hardened bud. Then he swapped sides, paying the same amount of attention to every inch of her.

"Let me keep going, baby, please," he practically begged. "Let me touch you."

And god, he sounded so good pleading for her, looking down at her with wide, desperate, brown eyes. And so she found herself nodding while pulling him back into a deep kiss that he moaned into.

His hands moved down her body as their lips locked, him toying with the waistband of her shorts. Then, he carefully pulled them down along with her underwear, her helping him drag them down her long legs.

When he pulled back, sitting on his calves to look at her, she felt quite shy all of the sudden. Only one person had ever seen her naked, and that was such a long time ago. But if she trusted anyone with this, it would be Boone.

"Oh, Darlin'," he said, his accent getting thicker as he spoke. He placed his hands on her thighs, rubbing back and forth, getting closer and closer to her core with each pass of his warm touch. "I'm dead. You've killed me."

"Hmm, what a shame," she said with a small, teasing smile. "Guess I can't have sex with a ghost."

"Look at that," he snickered. "I'm back to life."

She laughed and it trailed off as he settled himself between her thighs. He placed gentle kisses to her skin, making her squirm in anticipation for what was coming.

Then, looking up at her darkly between her legs, he licked a long stripe up from her entrance to her clit, and she grabbed ahold of the sheets as he did so, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Boone," she said needily as he started sucking on her clit. It felt so perfect as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bundle of nerves, her toes curling and eyes clenching shut.

Boone adored the breathless whines that left her lips as she shifted her hips up into his mouth. And he wanted to hear even more, and so he worked his hand between her thighs, toying at her entrance with two of his fingertips.

At the unexpected sensation, she choked on his name, sitting up on her forearms weakly to look at him through hooded eyes. He looked so perfect and content between her legs as he slowly slid his fingers into her inch by inch. And god, they were so much thicker than her own — and when even was the last time she'd taken the time to take care of herself?

A long time judging by how pathetically her body was reacting to Boone.

But how could she not be a babbling mess as he drove his fingers in and out of her, bending them the slightest bit as he stroked her tight walls in combination with his skilled lips wrapped around her clit?

"Boone," she cried out, her legs shaking.

"Take one more finger for me," he muttered in between firm kisses on her clit.

But Rio shook her head, knowing she'd never taken that many before. "Can't. Too much."

She whined when Boone pulled back, his lips shining as he smirked at her. "Baby, if you can't take my fingers, your cunt ain't gone be able to take my cock."

"Oh, god," she whimpered at his filthy words. Rio found herself nodding pathetically, making him grin as he leaned back down, continuing his oral assault on her clit.

And then she felt it, that third finger sliding in and meeting little resistance. She let out a loud, long moan as he stretched her out, getting her ready for something that sounded so much bigger.

With every precise move of his tongue and shift of his fingers, she grew closer and closer, it building up inside of her like a storm.

"Boone, I'm close," she cried, her stomach twisting tightly as she clenched around him like she was trying to keep his fingers deep inside.

"Come on, baby," he said, kissing her inner thigh. "Let me hear it."

A loud, "Oh!" escaped her mouth as she came, her head falling weakly against the pillow as he worked his fingers in and out of her, working her through the overwhelming sensation. And through hazy vision, she watched as he pulled his sticky fingers out of her and toward his mouth, closing his eyes as he licked them clean.

"How'd that feel?" Boone asked, slowly crawling up her body, kissing her quickly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close. "That was perfect," she breathed out before kissing him slowly. And as she did so, she could feel his growing bulge against her inner thigh, him fighting every urge to grind against her.

"Boone," she murmured against his lips. "It ain't fair for me to be the only naked one."

He smirked down at her, tucking some messy hair behind her ear. "Well, you won't hear me complain'," he said before growing more serious. "You sure? About me?"

"I am," she nodded. "Just... a little nervous."

"I'll go slow," he promised, kissing her sweetly.

Then she watched as he slid his sweatpants down his lean waist, and fuck, she thought, he hadn't been wearing underwear beneath them. Her mouth parted in awe as his cock was freed, looking so swollen and alert and begging to be touched.

But Boone didn't give her the opportunity, wanting everything for their first time to be about her. He leaned in, kissing her again, tongue rolling against hers, earning a whine as his tip brushed her clit teasingly.

"Ready?" he asked lowly, searching her eyes for any hesitation that he wouldn't find.

She nodded almost pathetically, pulling him closer. And when he slid into her, her mouth fell open in a silent moan.

Oh.

Oh.

It was so perfect as he stretched her wide, her not even caring as tears pricked at her eyes from the stinging sensation. And he was slow as he kept going, kissing all over her face and intertwining their hands to distract her until he reached his base.

"Oh, goddamn, Rio," he cursed, head falling in her neck, focused on how tightly she was clenching around him. He wasn't even moving and already he could've cum then and there. "You're so fuckin' tight, baby."

"Boone," she said breathlessly, finally getting used to the sheer girth of him. She moved her hips, testing out the feeling of having something so deep inside of her. Only for her head to roll back as she let out a low moan, it feeling so perfect.

And when Boone began rolling his hips smoothly against hers, sliding in and out of her at a slow pace, she knew she was done for. It was so good, so right, so heavenly as he hit something so deep in her that nothing had before.

She was lost in a sea of ecstasy, unable to do anything but whine and moan as she clawed at his strong back. He pulled one of her legs up, hitching it around his waist to get a better position, making her cry out loudly as the headboard slammed repeatedly into the wall, neither really giving a damn that Tyler was next door and probably contemplating killing himself.

"Boone. Boone, please," she begged, not even sure what she was pleading for as she hid her face in his neck.

"I know, baby," he grunted out. "I've got you. Just let go for me."

She could hardly breathe, hardly think as her second orgasm rolled over her. His name spilled out of her mouth over and over again as he continued to thrust powerfully into her as she trembled around him.

"Oh, fuck," he swore, knowing he was close as his thrusts faltered in their brutal pace. "Tell me where you want it? Didn't - shit - cover up."

"Pill," she muttered weakly, pulling him into a kiss.

Boone moaned into her mouth at the thought of filling her up completely, feeling his cock twitch inside of her. It only took a few more desperate thrusts for him before he was coming undone, his warm cum spilling out inside of her, him continuing to fuck it in and out of her aching cunt for a few more moments before he collapsed on top of her.

And though she was exhausted, she still grinned as he peppered kisses all over her face lovingly before kissing her lips. She sighed happily against him as he rolled onto his back, pulling her to his chest.

"How was that, baby?" he asked her breathlessly.

"It was perfect," she said, brushing his messy hair back. She looked down at him, eyes shining. "You're perfect. That was... that was amazing, Boone."

"Good," he grinned, brushing his nose against hers. "Would've been real embarrassing to admit that was the best sex I'd ever had if you didn't have a good time."

She giggled and kissed him sweetly before leaning her head on his firm chest. And Boone began drawing nonsense patterns on her sides as he stared up at the ceiling, just savoring the feeling of her in his arms, just knowing in his heart that she was made to be there.

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Rio looked at Boone's sleeping form sadly, the beginnings of the early-morning sunrise just peeking through the bottom of the curtains. Her heart ached, seeing the content look on his face as he slept away. He'd already wrapped his arms around a pillow tightly, probably thinking it was her in his current state.

But no, she was standing by the door, the keys to her Jeep in her hand and a note quickly scrawled on the nightstand, explaining her absence.

Explaining that she was going back to Texas.

Tears pricked at her eyes, her having to fight every single urge in her body that wanted to crawl back into bed and push that pillow away, feeling his warm, strong arms wrapped around her once again. But she couldn't.

No, she had to go home. She had to, she was convinced. Because who was she kidding? What? Like he'd want her to stay with him in Oklahoma after a week of knowing her? Or worse, ask her to move to Arkansas. She wasn't going to fool herself into thinking things were as serious as she hoped just because Boone loved to jokingly tell her that he loved her.

In fact, she hated how he told her that so easily — now, after a night that meant everything to her, the memory of him saying so felt like some cruel joke.

That's as why she couldn't stay. Because she knew. She knew she was falling in love with Boone, and doing something like that would ruin her life and wreck her heart in the long run.

She'd already nearly lost him once to a tornado, and given his line of work, she wouldn't put herself through that. She refused to put her heart through that gut wrenching fear again. And it wasn't fair to even consider asking him to stop something he loved so much, so she couldn't risk it — she was far too cautious for something so reckless.

She wouldn't survive losing Boone in the same way she'd lost Addy.

So, with one last look at his beautiful face, Rio turned and silently slipped out of the motel room, leaving Boone and Oklahoma behind.