Not Part of the Date

Note: I have been a fan of.. fan fiction since I was in 7th grade, and this is my first attempt to post a story (obviously it was written a while back.. ;) Please be gentle with me!! And also, I would love a review, since I'm still afraid to post my other stories.

Disclaimer: Not making any profit, none of the characters are mine and are being used without permission
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Not Part of the Date
by Lindsay C

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“That was not part of the date!” Rafe laughed and tugged at her hand.

Still shaken up from the fall, Evelyn allowed herself to be lead by him, giggling as well.

He hopped back into the boat and switly turned around to take ahold of her waist, lifting her in. She sat down in the boat and watched him as he started the motor. Evelyn reached up to her neck and ruffled her pink lambswool scarf as they sped off further into the harbor.

The cold wind played with her hair until they stopped moving and Rafe moved to the center of the boat and took a seat infront of his date. He set his overcoat down next to him.

“. . .Looks like a nice spot.”

“What?” Evelyn suddenly came back to reality and turned to him, rubbing her nose.

“To star-gaze.”

“Star-gaze?” Evelyn arched a crafted brow, started to laugh. “Rafe…we really should be going back. If they find us out here—“

He reached forward and took her around the waist. With little resistance, he pulled her into his lap, her back was pressed to his chest. “And if they find us here, what?” he smiled to himself and pressed the side of his face to hers. He closed his eyes.

Evelyn took his hands and flattened them out on her stomach. She sighed, “We’ll tell them to go away. . .”

“That’s what I thought.” He sat up and kissed her temple then settled his chin down on her shoulder. The wind once again played with her hair and it tickled his nose, as if it wanted him to play as well. Rafe smiled and pulled her hair back with his left hand.

Evelyn gasped as he spoke lowly into her ear, his breath was hot against her skin.

“I’m so happy right now.” He nuzzled her ear.

“Me too.” Evelyn stroked her fingertips over his knuckles. Strangely, they weren’t cold.

Rafe shifted his lips from her ear and soothingly began to kiss her neck.

“Rafe-“ disapproval was in her voice. She sighed and losed her eyes, this wasn’t right, she thought. “Rafe, st-“

That was when he started sucking on her neck, shattering her train of thought. In a moment, she reconsidered and sighed again. It was a relaxed sigh.

He nibbled the on soft skin under her jawbone, inspiring goosebumps in places she didn’t even know could generate such a feeling. She began to crave more and more of his touch, arching her slender neck until the back of her head was resting against his shoulder and her dark brunette locks splayed across his upper back.

His hands tightened around his waist and pulled her back closer. He was so warm, and Evelyn tilted her hips back, eagerly trying to take in this warmth, arching the small of her back to do so. There was a pressure at curve of her bottom and Rafe groaned.

Evelyn gasped. She was frightened and yet, curiosity took over. She had done this. Curiously, she tipped her hips back once again, gently rocking her hips against his hips and more importantly, his arousal.

Rafe bit his lip and reluctantly brought his hands to her hips. He held her firmly, breathing raggedly, “Evelyn. .don’t ..”

“Why? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no..It’s just-“

Evelyn turned her face to the side and caught his lips with hers. They kissed, deeply. Rafe’s hands shifted from her hips to the sides of her slim waist, smoothly coaxing her to turn around. Evelyn breathed out against his nose and turned, her legs spread apart a little and before she knew it, she was straddling his waist. Somewhat.

Cradling the sides of his face, she pulled away from the kiss and gazed at his face, their faces close, but still reasonably far apart.

His eyes were closed, tightly, and his mouth was open slightly, deeply inhaling and exhaling breaths of the crisp air. His cheeks were flushed and his forehead glistened with what she guessed was a very cool sweat. She gently kissed his cheek, tasting the sweat, keeping her eyes open. “Rafe?”

He finally opened his eyes and focused on her, there was hardly any moon out tonight, but Evelyn could see the light from the stars and buildings in his eyes. “You are so beautiful. . .”

“Hold me closer. . .” Evelyn whispered as her eyes trailed from his eyes to his mouth, then to his chest. . . All the way down to his thighs, where she could clearly see his manhood straining against his pants.

He smoothly pulled her closer and ther thighs spread apart even more, as much as the taughtness of her skirt would allow.

Keeping her face and eyes diverted downward, Evelyn watched as his right hand creep up her left thigh and push under her skirt, moving the satin-backed material up her thighs. The cold air nipped at her bare skin and she gasped. Rafe’s hand stroked its way back down her thigh and played with the top of her nylon stocking.

Evelyn tilted her face up a little and was surprised to find him staring directly at her, face emotionless, but eyes alive with desire. She nervously sucked in a breath and looked down again, watching his hand as it went to the outside of her silk covered thigh, playing with the clasp of her garterbelt. “Rafe…” She whispered raspily, eyebrows arching.

Goosebumps were everywhere.

“Shh. . .”

His hand smoothly glided to the inside of her thigh, examining softer, warmer skin. His hand wasn’t cold, and yet she tensed and gasped, timidly mewling. Through slitted eyes, she watched his hand disappear under the gathered skirt at the very tops of her thighs.

His fingertips stroked the satin covered triangle between her legs and Evelyn whined. Rafe’s left hand found the small of her back, and he lazily stroked her there, thorough the layers of her clothing, including her wool coat. Blindedly, he reached to the side and pulled the edges of her coat around her body, to the outsides of her thighs, creating an effective pocket of warmth. Seconds later, his index finger snaked underneath her panties. In another breath, the tip of his middle finger raked against her opening which was now unbeliveably damp.

Evelyn shifted forward and rested her forehead against his neck, nestling it there as her eyes closed. She groaned lowly, shivers sliding through her.

Rafe’s fingers shifted again, parting her folds, and pausing only a moment, his middle finger slipped inside her.

Evelyn moaned against his neck, her left hand taking a handfull of his collar. Tingles swam through her and a pressure began to build inside her, coaxing her to shift her hips toward his.

“Evelyn. . . “ Rafe groaned and withdrew his finger. He slid his hand further up her hip and curled his fingertips into the waist of her panties. He cautiously pulled them down as much as the fabric would allow until Evelyn bent her left leg. Together, they removed the little piece of satin which Rafe respectfully placed under his overcoat at his side.

The feeling of the cool air inbetween her legs felt much like his hand, teasing and foreign. Biting her lip, Eve took ahold of his still damp hand. Finding the base of his middle finger, she eagerly pressed his hand between her legs again, causing his middle finger to once again burrow into her softness. She wailed and continued to push, until his palm was flat against her dark triangle of curls.

Now, both of them breathing heavily, he shrugged his shoulder a bit, requesting her to show her face. She looked up, her eyes were glazed and her lips were parted. He could easily see her breath as it escaped her lips, billowed and wound itself into her hair. He too reached up and tangled his fingers of his left hand into her hair.

Instinctively, Evelyn reached down to his waist, feeling for his belt. She quickly found it, and gazing up into his eyes momentarily, she pushed his wool uniform jacket up and letting go of his collar, she started to use both hands to unfasten his belt.

Rafe, pressing his foread to hers, could see the struggle in her expression and he laughed softly. “Here, darlin’. . .” He reached down with his unoccupied hand and smoothly unfastened the belt.

“Th-thanks.” Evelyn squeaked. Nervousness was still nipping at her conscience and when she saw him begin to unfasten his pants, panic took her over. “Rafe?” she whined, pulling away from him slightly. His finger stroked inside her.

“Yea, baby?” He was already beginning to push his pants down his thighs.

She closed her eyes and nodded. Took a breath and sighed, “. . .Is this how we want this to happen?”

Rafe smiled and kissed her nose. He moved his mouth to her ear, “I can’t think of anything wrong with it,” he whispered. “You cold?”

“N-No. . .are you?”

“No.”

Evelyn swallowed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She shifted in his lap and leaned into his lips, kissing him simply, on the mouth. As his long fingers trailed from her temples to her shoulders, to the small of her back the warmth took her over again, and suddenly, she knew that everything was the way it needed to be. She was safe. When she pulled away from the kiss, it caught him by surprise. He moved his lips toward hers and she pulled back. He cocked his head questioningly at her, and she blinked. “Rafe?. . . are you as scared as I am?”

“My heart feels like its leaping faster than a jack rabbit on hot sand.” He grinned boyishly.

Evelyn laughed, “Are you a poet or a pilot?”

The wind blew. It seemed to part around them, yielding to the warmth of their bodies so close together.

“Rafe?”

He looked at her to see what she was up to, and took ahold of her waist as she bent her legs. He watched her like an obedient puppy, and when she tipped her face back up to look at him, he was surprised to feel her legs wrapped around his waist. Her dress was gathered up between their bodies and all that prevented them from becoming one was one layer of flimsy fabric.

Evelyn sighed warily and gently spread her hands out on the front of his chest. She looked up at the half moon, and then him, eyes dark and dilated.

“Are. . .are you sure about this, Sweetheart?” Strain was in his voice because, as subtle as it was, he was already working on his boxers again. At this point, he figured that Evelyn thought he knew what he was doing.

Saying nothing, she only reached down and helped him pull the material slightly down his thighs until his manhood was exposed, beneath the makeshift blanket of her skirt.

Evelyn gasped. He was so close. The added heat of his arousal next to hers was enough to make her feel as if any moment she would burn up. The wind blew again and she retreated her face to the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose under his jawbone, scraping her tender skin against his stubble.

His hands found the soft curve her bottom and he gingerly pulled her pelvis toward his, persuading her legs to once again part for him.

Their sexes touched and drew whimpers from both of their throats. Evelyn could tell that Rafe was breathing very heavily, pressed up against him, her hand over his heart. She herself was breathing raggedly, drawing in breaths of his musky cologne. At any moment, she knew that he’d slide into her, and everything would change. In her belly, an ache began to build, tempting her, demanding release. Instinctively, drawing her face from his neck, she kissed him, put her hands on his shoulders and sat up in his lap, rising and tilting her hips back, positioning herself ontop of him.

She looked up at the stars, trying to find some justification for what she was doing.

“I love you, Evelyn. “ Rafe assured her.

Her justification.

Rafe gave a gentle little push and slipped inside her, barely.

Evelyn let out a moan, "Rafe. . . .I. . .” She tightened around him, involuntarily.

He cupped her bottom with both hands and thrust into her, breaking her maidenhead. Filling
her. At last. It felt amazing, it felt. . . wonderful.

It hurt. Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, sending little tears streaming down her cheeks. They were instantly cooled by her cheeks in the chilly air.

Rafe groaned, breathless from the feeling of actually being inside a woman. “D-Do you want me to stop?" his eyes were watching her expression change from wonder to discomfort.

Evelyn opened her eyes, unsurprisingly, he was staring directly at her, their faces only three inches apart. She moaned softly and tightened around him. She was shaking and she sniffled. Rafe put his face to hers and licked at her tears. Kissed her cheek.

"No. Yes. No. Oh, Rafe. . . . I--"

He pushed his hips against hers. With his mouth pressed to her ear, he murmured, “Just relax.”

"Ohhh. . . . Rafe. . . ."

Thrust. “. . .Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Evelyn cried, hugging him close. The pain began to fade and she rested her forehead on his shoulder, gripping the material of his jacket at his arms. “Don’t stop… it,” wail. “ -feels good.”

He groaned lowly, as if drunk on her scent. He bit his lip and let her hips down again, gently pushing deeper. His hands shifted from her curved bottom to her hips, the better to pull her down on him.

Her legs parted to accommodate this, and with her hands on his shoulders, they easily found a smooth rhythm.

He tugged and pulled, gliding into her, pushing her walls apart, determined to find the deepest, most tender part of her womb.

She screamed and threw her head back, gazing blurrily at the stars above them. She silently wondered if anyone was watching them. Wondered what they would be thinking. If Nature was watching, would She be happy to see Her creaures mating? Or was this wrong? Making love in the middle of the night, losing her virginity in the middle of the harbor nonetheless. Would Sandra say that this was once again, ‘the most romantic thing she’s ever heard?’ Her thoughts were chased away as soon as Rafe pressed his lips to her neck, kissing her throat.

Her hips were rising and falling, guided by him as he moved inside her. Sweat covered their faces and when he pulled away from her neck, she shifted forward to return the favor, kissing his chin, kissing is eyes, anywhere skin offered itself to her.

“Ev-lyn-“ he huffed, teeth clenched. He was pulling her hips against him harder, faster until she began to see the stars under her eyelids.

She stared to cry again, the ache was deteriorating and swimming up her back.

“Oh Jesus,” his fingers held her hips tightly. He could smell her, the small amount of her blood on his thighs, her perfume, her breath, her sweat. She was allover him, forcing these emotions from him, forcing him to delve deeper into her body, deeper into her soul.

Rafe, she guessed, was fighting an ache of his own and losing as well. Shakily, she reached for the sides of his face and stroked his temples, “Rafe. . .” she sobbed.

A final thrust and a pull was all it took to send their world crashing down on them. The stars came apart, and fell over them, glittering and sparkling. He came into her and she embraced him, celebrating the inevitable. They were one.

He looked at her, through tears of his own, swearing he could still hear their groans echoing off the water. “Beautiful, you are so beautiful.” His voice was thick and tired. It caressed her senses.

Evelyn inhaled a breath and suddenly fell forward, she wrapped her shaking arms around him, “I love you, Rafe. I love you… don’t ever leave me,” she nestled her face into his chest, smearing her tears into his uniform. “Never.” she gasped.

He swallowed and tenderly rubbed her back. “I won’t.” he lied.

Eve pulled away and blinked softly, tear stains on cheeks. She smiled and leaned towards him for a hug.

The embraced and Rafe took her skirt in his hands and patted it back over her thighs. He nestled his nose against her ear and exhaled, sadly. She was so warm. With his hands still in that vicinity, he gingerly grasped her hips and shifted back, gently withdrew from her body.

Eve pulled back and stroked his hair gently, soothing him for she figured the new feeling bothered him as much as it bothered her.

The both blindedly scrambled to fasten their clothes, Eve put her panties back on.

As she leaned back, she caught a glimpse of the darkened sky, the moonlight glowing behind the clouds. She heard the boat motor start and diverted her attention to to the water, watching as the boat broke its smooth surface, awakening it.

“What if they ask?…” Evelyn stammered, “Betty and Sandra?”

Rafe smiled and put his forehead against her, brushed his nose sweetly on hers. “You don’t think they already know?”

---fin