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It takes a little while and it definitely won't last but, eventually, Jess goes down for a little while. He showered after the puking but he's still wearing the faded Iron Maiden t-shirt when he walks back into the room. He leaves the door wide open so that they can hear him if he stirs. They're home alone anyway.

"So, are you going to change your name when we get married?" he asks.

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Rachel pauses in her slow, methodical unbuttoning of his jeans to consider that.

"How do you feel about passing on the name Givens?" she asks, leaning in to kiss his chest through the soft shirt. "I'd be happy to take your name, if it's one you want to give."

Ruffling his fingers through her hair, he looks down at her, weighing it up in his mind.

"We could do something good with it," he says, quietly. "Make it worth something."

"Then I," she starts, leaning in to kiss the bare skin just above the waist band of his boxers, "would be proud to be Mrs. Rachel Givens. Kind of a trip, though, right? The three of us, going to be all legit and stuff."

That little touch of her mouth is enough to make him shiver. He lets her hair sift through his fingers.

"Total trip," he says. "But I like it."

She backs up until she can sit on the edge of the bed and rakes her nails up under his shirt along his spine and down to his waist. She gives his jeans and boxers a sharp tug until he's exposed, and breathes out hot against him.

"I like you," she murmurs, tongue tracing along his cock.

This isn't the time for a lot of teasing. It's been too long.

Her nails against his skin feel amazing and his breath catches, hips canting forward, into the warm wet of her mouth against his cock.

"You like me?"

"I like you a lot," she says with a grin, before swallowing him down as far as she can, digging her nails into his ass. She pulls off after a moment, mouth shiny with spit. "Fuck my mouth, Raylan. I want you to take it."

Fora moment, he stares at her.God, he loves her. His fingers press into her hair, his other hand wrapping around his dick. He brushes the head against her lip, leaving it slicker, shinier.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he says and then he shifts his hips, pushing the head of his dick just past her lips, enough to rest against her tongue.

She grips his ass tight and pulls him in as far as she can. There isn't a lot she can do for him now, not for another few weeks, but this she can do. It's just one more way to say how fucking thankful she is for him and for who he is as a dad. Just a naked, dirtier way to say it. She curls her tongue around him best she can and sucks. Hard.

She's so good at this that it's hard to form a coherent thought. His head spins with it and, for a moment, he can't make himself move. When he does rock his hips, it's slow, measured, pulling almost all of the way out of her mouth before he pushes back in.

Rachel hums her approval around him, sliding one hand up to lightly cup his balls, other hand tight on his bony hip. It's been hard, trying to feel like a mom and a girlfriend at the same time and maybe it's bad, but at this moment, all that's in her head and heart is Raylan. And how much she wants to get back to this. And how much she wants him to fucking come down her throat.

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