#bambirafe

“i’m so scared, guys! what if he found someone he likes better than me?” you paced back and forth as the rest of the girls finished getting dressed.

“please, everybody knows rob is literally obsessed with you. you’ll be fine!” jana hugged you tightly and you sighed. you really hoped she was right, but you couldn’t shake your gut feeling that something was wrong.

you took a deep breath before heading down the stairs and out to the fire pit. you and the girls all held hands once you sat down and gave each other reassuring smiles. everyone’s heads turned as ariana began making her way towards you.

“hi girls!” she waved, and you all waved back. “and guys.” the casa boys laughed as they greeted the host.

“girls, stay where you are. boys, come join me.” the casa boys stood up and joined ariana where she was standing. “girls, you each have a really big decision to make. i’m going to ask you each one by one if you’d like to stay with the boy you’re currently coupled up with, who’s been staying at casa amor the last few days, or if you’d like to recouple with one of these gorgeous boys standing right here in front of me. the boys in casa amor have also been given a choice to stay in their couples or recouple with one of the casa amor girls.” you squeezed leah and serena’s hands as she spoke. “girls it’s time to make your decision.. and find out what the boys have decided to do. y/n, we’ll start with you.”

“you got this babe!” you smiled as your girls hyped you up. you stood, smoothing out your skirt and taking a deep breath.

“y/n, before casa amor, you were coupled up with rob. you now have a choice: you can stay loyal to rob or you can couple up with one of the new boys. what would you like to do?”

“i’ve had a wonderful past few days getting to know all of these amazing guys, but at the end of the day i have to go with my gut. so, with that being said, i would like to stay loyal to rob. i think my time away from him has really shown me how much i’ve fallen for him and i can’t imagine going through this with anyone else.” ariana grinned at your comment while you felt a smile creep across your own face at the thought of getting to see rob. it felt like forever since you’d gotten to hug him, kiss him, and talk to him.

“well, y/n, you’ve chosen to stay loyal to rob. that means, if he comes in with one of the girls from casa amor, you will be single and vulnerable. however, if he comes back alone, he’s all yours.” you nodded and clasped your hands together in excitement. “now, let’s see what he decided to do.”

“come on, rob.” you heard liv whisper. everyone was craning their necks to get a better view of the entrance where rob would be coming from.

“i can’t look!” you squealed as you covered your eyes. everyone was clapping and cheering for you…

until they weren’t.

you swore you could’ve heard a pin drop in that villa at the sight of rob walking back in hand in hand with a beautiful brunette.

“what? what is it?” you uncovered your eyes and blinked. once you got a good look at rob, your jaw dropped. your heart felt heavy in your chest and you felt your throat tighten.

rob looked as smug as ever walking over to ariana, who shared a similar look of confusion.

“well! hello, rob. welcome back to the villa!” he nodded at her. “and hi daniella.” daniella smiled and held onto rob’s arm.

you swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head.

“what the fuck, rob?” “are you actually serious?” you heard from behind you. when you looked at rob, he was already staring at you.

“rob, as you can see, y/n has chosen to remain loyal to you. how does that make you feel?” ariana asked and he sighed.

“honestly… i’m not really surprised.”

“what?” your face scrunched in disbelief.

“i mean, what we have is good. but just because i have something good with her doesn’t mean i can’t have something just as good or better with someone else. i think i’d be doing myself a disservice if i didn’t explore my connection with daniella, too.”

“y/n, how does that make you feel?” ariana questioned.

“it makes me feel so dumb! i’ve been turning all these guys down, keeping it friendly, sleeping outside because i was trying to respect what i thought we had all the while he’s been doing the exact opposite! i mean, are you fucking kidding me, rob? if i would have known we were moving like this i wouldn’t be standing here by myself!”

rob rolled his eyes. “nobody asked you to stand there by yourself.”

“nobody had to!” you felt tears well up in your eyes as you stood there and glared at him.

“i-“

“save it.” you dismissed him with a wave of your hand and moved to sit at the end of the couch by serena, leah, and jana.

“well, rob and daniella, you may take your place on the couch.” they both smiled at ariana as they walked. you felt rob’s eyes on yours but didn’t meet his gaze. instead, you stared ahead of you, zoning out for the rest of the recoupling.

later on, after getting into your pajamas, you walked outside to the balcony. as you absentmindedly searched for constellations in the fiji sky, you heard heavy footsteps creeping closer.

“can we talk?”

“i think it’d be better if we didn’t right now.”

“hey, come on. don’t be like this.” he reached for your arm but you snatched it away.

“like what, rob? upset you made me look stupid in front of literally everybody?”

rob huffed and ran a hand over his face. “you know i didn’t mean to-“

“i actually can’t have this conversation with you right now so either you need to leave or i will.” you gave him a few seconds before deciding for yourself. “alright, fine, i’ll go.” you pushed past him and walked to the bedroom.

you tried not to notice the whispers and looks from your fellow islanders as you snatched the comforter and pillow off your bed and drug it into soul ties.

“i just actually cannot believe he came back with her.” you sniffled. “i really thought he would’ve had the same respect for me that i had for him and came back alone. i mean, yeah, we can explore and all, but it just hurts so bad to know that he went over there and got on with her so well that he decided to bring her back to the villa. and then to say that ‘nobody told me to stand alone’ was just the cherry on top.”

Rafe hung up immediately, leaving no room for you to argue. You took a deep breath and walked to your closet. You smiled when you saw the dress he was talking about- all pretty and polka dotted with lace along the neckline and a bow in the middle. “It’ll be fine. I’ll be with Rafe. Who’s gonna say something to me while I’m with Rafe?” You thought to yourself as you slid your dress on. You finished getting ready and sat on your bed as you waited for your boyfriend.

When you heard him pull up, you made your way outside. You smiled when Rafe got out to open your door for you.

“Oh, thank you.” You took his hand and stepped up into his truck.

“Anything for my pretty lady.” Your face warmed at his compliment. You tried to relax but you were so nervous. It had been awhile since you were seen on Figure Eight and you and your friends didn’t exactly have the best track record with the Kooks. You hoped no one would really notice you, but you knew that would be nearly impossible when you were going to the Country Club with Rafe Cameron.

Rafe noticed your leg shaking and sighed. He rested a hand on your thigh and glanced at you. “Hey, you’re good, okay? I promise. You think I’d let anything happen to you, huh? Answer me.”

“No…” you muttered as you looked over at him. “I’m just nervous, Rafe. You know I’m not exactly… welcome at the Club.”

His jaw ticks at the mention of your friends but he decides now isn’t a good time to berate them. “Fuck that. You’re with me, not your little friends, alright? You’re okay. Nobody in here is gonna say shit to you.”

You let out a deep breath and nod your head. Rafe tells you he loves you and presses a quick kiss to your temple as he pulls into the parking lot. “Let’s go get some Mai Tais, yeah?”

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The atmosphere felt more relaxed after your second Mai Tai. Rafe was animatedly telling you stories about his high school days as if you’d been complete strangers back then. You were trying to recover from laughing at him when he mentioned going to the bathroom.

You watched him walk away before turning your attention to the beautiful sunset outside. You smiled as you got up and went to take a picture to show Rafe.

As you walked, you ignored the whispers and stares from a group of older women who were sitting on the patio. You adjusted your purse on your shoulder and exhaled before holding your phone up and snapping a picture.

You didn’t acknowledge them as you walked back inside to your table, where Rafe was waiting for you. He smiled when he saw you coming back.

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” He reaches for your hand across the table as you get settled back in your seat.

“I just wanted to take a picture of the sunset. It looks so pretty!” You gushed as you opened your phone and turned it around to show him the picture.

“Damn, yeah. That’s beautiful, baby.” You nodded as you laid your phone down on the table, directing your full attention back to your boyfriend.

The two of you continued talking about anything and everything. You were actually starting to think maybe it wasn’t so bad over here.

Until someone cleared their throat beside you.

You and Rafe turned your heads and you smiled awkwardly when you realized it was the group of ladies from the patio.

“Can we help you?” Rafe asked. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as he scanned their faces, trying to see if he recognized any of them.

“Your little… girlfriend stole my wallet.” The lady spat. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Anxiety coursed through you like electricity.

“Excuse me?” Your boyfriend stood up. The lady took a step back as Rafe towered over her.

“You heard me, Rafe. She walked outside, pretending to take a photo of the sunset and swiped it.” She crossed her arms before walking right in front of you, crowding your space. “Give it back.”

“I-I don’t have your wallet.” You stuttered as tears formed in your eyes. “I promise.”

“Oh for Pete’s sake, security!” The older woman yelled.

Your eyes widened and your breathing became rapid as all eyes fell onto you. Your hands shook and your body trembled as two huge men began walking towards your table.

“Alright, this is a little unnecessary. Everybody just needs to calm down.” Rafe tried to step in between the two of you, but she stood firm. His nostrils flared as security finally reached you.

“Yes ma’am?” The taller man asked. The older woman sneered at you before speaking to him.

“This pogue took my wallet and she won’t give it back.”

“Is this true, ma’am?” Everyone was looking at you- Rafe, the security guards, the women- everyone.

“N-no! I would never do that! I promise!” You silently pleaded with Rafe to do something, but he was frozen.

“She would ‘never do that’ but didn’t her friends just get caught stealing a cross out of a train?” The shorter security guard muttered to his coworker. The taller man squinted and looked you up and down before speaking again.

“Empty your bag.” He said, a little too sternly for Rafe’s liking.

“Hey man, come on-“ Rafe tried but was shut down.

“Not now, Cameron. Empty your bag before I do it for you.” The security guard took one step closer to you and you snatched your bag up shakily before dumping the contents out onto the table.

When your wallet landed on the table, the guard snatched it up and inspected it. “Is this yours, ma’am?” He asked, making the older lady roll her eyes.

“Are you serious?” Her friends snickered behind her at your old, thrifted wallet.

He shrugged and threw it back on the table. “Well, I don’t see any other wallets, do you?”

The old lady snatched your bag up and shook it upside down. When nothing came out, she tossed it back on the table and let out a quiet “hmph.”

“Guess not.” The guards shrugged and walked away. Tears were streaming down your face as you looked towards Rafe.

“She clearly doesn’t have it, alright? Go back to your fuckin’ crochet and leave her alone.” The older ladies rolled their eyes and walked away, but not before whispering about how they “just know you have her wallet somewhere.”

“Hey, baby, talk to me.” You shook your head as you quietly put everything back in your purse. “Baby.”

You huffed as you slung your bag over your shoulder and quickly walked out of the club. Rafe tried to follow you, but you were already gone by the time he got out the door.

“Fuck.” He said to himself as he ran a hand over his hair before getting in his truck.

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Rafe had been looking everywhere for you. He drove in and out of neighborhoods and up and down roads. He slammed his fists against his steering wheel before trying your number for the 20th time. When you didn’t answer, he texted you. He stared at your contact photo for what felt like forever before he realized something.

Your location was still on.

Your boyfriend felt a wave of relief wash over him as he clicked on your location and saw where you were at- the beach, of course. You always went there after a bad day. He wanted to kick himself for not realizing that sooner.

“I’m coming, baby.” He said as he put his truck in reverse and made his way to you.

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He didn’t say anything when he found you. Rafe just walked over to you and sat down. When he realized you were still crying, he put his arm around your shoulder and tried to bring you closer to him, but you pushed away.

“Hey, woah. What’s that for?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“What’s that for, Rafe? Seriously?” You wiped the tears from your face as you turned to look at him. “I just got fucking berated by a bunch of old hags and some security guards and you didn’t do anything!”

“I’m sorry.” He says, trying to read your face.

“Yeah, I bet.” You shake your head as more tears fall.

“Look at me.” Rafe’s hand cups your face as he forces you to look into his eyes. “I really am sorry, baby. I know it won’t fix what happened, but I am. I should’ve said something. I should’ve defended you, but I didn’t.”

He paused for a second, giving you room to speak. When you stayed quiet, he kept going. “I thought I was making things better but I just made them worse.”

You closed your eyes. Between the drinks, food, crying, and running, you were completely exhausted. You sighed as you looked away from Rafe and hugged your legs, bringing your knees under your chin.

Without another word, Rafe slipped his jacket off and threw it over your shoulders before pulling you into him. You let yourself curl into his side and closed your eyes.

you swore you heard a few people gasp when you leaned up a little, snaked your arms around luke’s neck, and hungrily pulled him into you for a kiss. he was taken aback for a second, but quickly got into a rhythm- moving his lips in sync with yours as his hands roamed over your curves.

you were just beginning to wonder how long you’d have to make out with luke when you felt an even stronger hand than his grab the back of your forearm and yank you away, causing you to collide with a hard surface you could only assume was rafe’s chest.

you barely had time to confirm it was him before he was pulling you away from the party. when you glanced over your shoulder, luke shot you a wink and you giggled before turning back around, following rafe to wherever he was leading you.

when the two of you finally reached an empty bedroom, rafe threw the door open and dragged you inside. he slammed the door behind you and pushed your back against the cool surface.

as soon as you looked into his eyes, you felt a wet patch begin to form in your panties. rafe was towering over you with dark eyes. his chest rising and falling rapidly due to his anger.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” his ring clad fingers wrapped around your throat as he spoke.

“what are you talking about?” you flutter your eyelashes innocently at him, causing him to roll his eyes and squeeze your neck harder.

“no, don’t play dumb with me, Y/N. you know what i’m fucking talking about. you think i didn’t see you all over that guy? think i’d miss the way you were practically fucking him in the middle of the living room, hm?” he sneered.

you gulped before replying. “ohhh, that? that was just luke. he’s nothing.” you were sure you saw steam come from rafe’s ears as you shrugged.

“nothing?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“nothing. but, i don’t understand why you care so much anyways. it’s not like we’re…together.” the way his eyes were boring into you, the way the cool metal of his rings felt against your skin, the way you could feel him hardening through his pants as his hips were pressing into yours had you struggling to keep up your innocent facade.

rafe closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head, taking a deep breath and leaning closer to you before he spoke again. “guess you’ve forgotten who you belong to.”

he didn’t give you time to respond before he was crashing his lips onto yours, dragging his free hand up and down your body.

rafe bit your bottom lip and pulled on it roughly as his hand now worked to bunch your dress up and slip your panties down.

the sudden feeling of his fingers inside of you made you gasp and your legs began to shake.

rafe chuckled darkly at this before saying “wonder who’s got you this wet- me or that fucking loser?”

you tried to answer him, but your state of bliss caused your words to come out jumbled.

“speak up.” again, rafe’s hand squeezed tighter around your throat slightly, making you moan.

“you! y-you, rafe.” your response seemed to satisfy him as a smirk crept upon his face.

the way his fingers were thrusting in and out of you joint with the way his thumb was toying with your clit had you seeing stars. rafe always knew how to make you feel good, it was one of the things you loved about him. one of the things that kept you coming back.

his dick hardened in his pants at the way you clenched around his fingers, silently telling him you were about to cum.

“you gonna cum, baby?” rafe asked, amusedly.

“mhm!” you nodded and rafe just shook his head.

“tell me who’s making you feel this good first.” he smirked as he curled his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp.

“you a-are, rafe!” you curled your toes as you tried to keep your orgasm in, but his pace was making it almost impossible.

“me. and only me. now make a mess around my fingers, princess, come on.” his words had that coil in your stomach popping immediately. his dick was now painfully straining against his pants as your juices soaked his fingers.

rafe must have noticed you beginning to relax and trying to catch your breath as if that was it, because he suddenly began laughing.

you blinked several times, trying to get out of the daze he had you in.

“you think i’m done with you?” his hands were under your dress now, moving it up and over your head, leaving you bare in front of him.

“i…i…” you tried to speak but couldn’t find words. rafe didn’t mind, though. because, before you knew it, you heard the sound of his expensive belt hitting the floor.

within seconds, rafe’s thick length was slamming inside of you. you moaned as he drew his hips back, pulling completely out before driving himself right back into your cunt.

“rafe!” you practically screamed out, causing him to go even harder.

“what was that, angel? who’s making you feel this good? who’s pussy is this?” rafe asked you, his fingers dug into your hips holding you in place.

“you, rafe-fuck!! it’s you!” your eyes fluttered closed as threw your head back, not even caring that it hit against the door a little harder than you would’ve liked.

“me?” he questioned again with a smirk.

“mhm!” you whined out, your nails digging into his back.

“that’s right, baby. me. this tight, pretty pussy is mine. you are mine.” rafe’s right hand moved from your hip to your throat as he spoke. “look at me. let me see those pretty eyes.”

you obeyed, opening your eyes at his sharp tone.

“i don’t want you to ever act like you don’t know that again. do you understand me?” rafe’s hand tightened around your throat as he waited for your reply, still thrusting into you at an unrelenting pace.

“yes s-sir!” you replied breathily, nodding.

his dick twitched at the name and he swore he could’ve came right then. the sight of you, naked, whimpering and moaning underneath him while he fucked you relentlessly had him seeing stars. sometimes, you’d tease him about being pussydrunk and he’d fervently deny it (despite it being so obviously true).

rafe groaned when he felt your walls clenching around his dick.

“rafe! ‘m close!” you wrapped your hands around his shoulders for support.

“i know, baby. me too.” his hands gripped onto your hips.

the pit building in your stomach had tears welling up in your eyes.

“i can’t, rafe! please! ‘need to cum!” you whined out.

“yeah?” he asked with a smirk.

“yes! please, please!” tears were rolling down your cheeks as you drug your nails down his back.

“cum for me, baby. make a mess on my cock.” with his words, you practically flooded his dick with your cum. your orgasm led him to his own, and within seconds he was shooting thick, white ropes of cum into your walls.

rafe’s hands cupped your head and he planted a passionate kiss onto your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm and his own.

once he was done, he pulled out and placed another kiss onto your forehead before reaching for your discarded dress and panties. rafe helped you step back into your clothes before redressing himself.

your eyes widened when you finally looked at the mirror hanging on the wall across from you

rafe caught this and began laughing at the way you gasped and immediately tried to fix your hair.

his hand came up to stop you, though, grabbing your hands and holding them in his own. “no.”

“rafe! let me fix my fucking hair!” you tried to snatch your hands away out of his grip but he only held on tighter and shook his head, pulling you closer to him.

“and keep everyone from seeing you after i’ve fucked you dumb? not a chance.” rafe swung open the door and patted you on the ass twice, urging you to go. “now, let’s go.”

you swallowed thickly as you and rafe made your way back out into the party. he stood beside you, smirking proudly with his hand on your waist the entire time. you, on the other hand, began feeling a bit flustered at the looks everyone was sending your way.

one conversation you overheard made you want to giggle and kick your feet like a schoolgirl, but you refrained and kept a straight face as you and rafe finally made it to the front door.

“damn bro, i’d love to get a piece of that.”

“are you fucking stupid?

official arrival into the villa later that night!!! everyone is so attractive welcoming. you’re trying to introduce yourself to all of your fellow islanders and listen to everything they’re saying, but you keep finding yourself drawn to one in particular.

first recoupling!!!! it’s been a crazy past few days, and you’ve been able to get to know most of the guys pretty well. you were buzzing from excitement and couldn’t wait to get your man. no one was surprised to hear you say “the boy i’d like to couple up with is… rob.”

bedtime! unbeknownst to you, rob can feel his shorts tightening with every step you take closer to the bed. he gives you a quick “goodnight” and rolls over, leaving you a bit confused.

chatting with rob<3 the two of you talk about anything and everything, and you can’t believe how easy conversation is flowing between you. you find out his reason for being so curt before bed last night and laugh before slapping his arm. “what can i say?” he shrugs. “you just do something to me.” you roll your eyes and bite back a smile before kissing him. (for the first time outside of a challenge BTW!)

leaving the villa for a date with rob!!!! when you found out america chose the two of you to go on a date you squealed in excitement as you ran towards rob. he picked you up and spun you around as your fellow islanders cheered and clapped for the two of you. you gave him a quick kiss before being ushered to the glam room by your girls.

getting sent to the hideaway 🙈🙈🙈 your first night alone with rob was everything you wished it would be and more. his eyes almost bulged out of his head seeing you come down those stairs. as soon as you got to that last step, rob snatched you up and threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the hideaway. your fellow islanders were going crazy for the two of you, hyping you up for your big night. you laughed as rob smacked your ass and picked up his pace. he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

“I am your father. I know everything about you!” The young prince jumps as his father yells in his face. Ward shakes his head and walks over to one of the many large windows overlooking his kingdom. “Tomorrow, ambassadors from Spain will arrive to discuss whether or not we will go to war alongside them.” He pauses before speaking again. “You will stand beside me.”

Rafe’s jaw tenses. He goes to speak but is cut off again by his father.

“And if you don’t, everyone in attendance will be able to finally see what has become so clear to me- that you, Rafael, are not fit for the throne.” Those words stung more than Rafe would ever admit. To him, he’s done nothing but try over and over again to prove himself worthy enough to fill his father’s shoes. That’s all he ever tries to do, he thinks.

The embarrassment of being scolded like a child and the rage he feels towards his father for not acknowledging the good things he has done begin to stir inside of Rafe like a tornado. He doesn’t wait to be dismissed. He simply turns on his heels and walks away, keeping his head high and his chest puffed out.

On his way out of the castle and to the stables, Rafe is stopped several times by maids and guards, but he simply brushes past them. When Rafe makes it to his horse, he takes one last look at the castle before shaking his head. He haphazardly throws the saddle on his horses back and rides. Rafe goes until his horse grows tired.

When he notices his horse slowing down, he stops and looks around. It’s a village he’s unsure if he’s ever been to, and he’s honestly not sure if any of them would even recognize him as the prince. When he realizes this, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

Rafe hops off of his horse and leads him into town. He leaves the animal tied to a hitching post and walks into a tavern. The smell of cigars and alcohol flood his senses immediately. He sits on a stool and looks around, gauging the crowd.

Nobody seems to have really noticed him yet. Good, he thinks to himself.

“Hello.” A small voice calls to him, making him turn around. He blinked several times to see if he was dreaming. When he realized he wasn’t, he swallowed thickly.

In front of him was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The color of your dress complimented your skin so nicely, and he loved the way you wore your hair. He also couldn’t help but notice the way your belt sat perfectly beneath your breasts that were already sitting so nicely in your corset top.

You waved your hand in front of his face and giggled. “Would you like a drink or were you planning to gawk at me all evening?”

Rafe shook his head as he came back to earth. “A drink, please. Whatever’s on tap.”

You nodded as you walked away from him, not missing how his eyes followed you. Once you had his drink fixed, you walked back over and placed it in front of him.

“For you, Mr….” You drug out the last syllable as you waited for the handsome man in front of you to tell you his name.

Rafe panicked. Should he reveal himself? Have her call him Prince Rafael, or even just Rafael, like his father would want? Or should he simply be…

“Rafe. Please, just Rafe.”

“Rafe it is.” You smiled as he drank. A comfortable silence passed between the two of you as you dried clean glasses with your towel.

“So, Rafe, tell me.. where are you coming from? I know that you do not live here.”

“Up north.” He answers quickly, not wanting to go into depth. You narrow your eyes at him but accept his answer anyways.

“Hmm. And what brings you in here?” You put the glass down and place your hands on your hips. The way he studies you has your head spinning.

“I was… around.” He throws his head back as he finishes his beer and slams the mug on the counter before pushing it towards you, urging you to make him another one.

“Around?” You raise an eyebrow as you take the mug from him and fill it back up before placing it back down on the counter.

“Around.” He says bluntly. “Do you intend on knowing everything about me?”

“I’ve hardly asked you anything. Please don’t flatter yourself.” You shake your head and go back to drying glasses. When you walk away to serve other customers, Rafe finds himself watching you. He feels something… strange seeing you talk to and laugh with other men. He wants to look away, but he can’t. There’s just something about you.

When you finally get back settled behind the counter, he feels a wave of relief. He runs a hand through his hair before throwing back yet another pint.

“Done already?” You tease before grabbing the mug from him. Rafe laughs and watches as you pour him a third drink.

“I want to know more about you.” He says as he relaxes and lets the alcohol take over.

“What is it that you wish to know?”

The conversation flows easily between the two of you. You find yourself blushing at every compliment and listening intently as he speaks. There’s something about Rafe that leaves you wanting more. Every time he finishes a sentence, you can hardly wait for him to start another one.

By the time the tavern closes, you feel like you’ve known Rafe your entire life. He stays back and keeps you company as you close up. You blush when Rafe offers to walk you home.

“Do you walk every barmaid home?” You ask, biting your bottom lip to keep from smiling.

“Only the pretty ones.” You roll your eyes at his comment and hope he doesn’t notice the way you’re blushing.

On your walk home, the conversation flows just as easily as it did in the tavern. The two of you laugh and joke and talk about whatever comes to mind. You almost dread actually getting to your destination.

A few minutes later, you finally arrive at your small cottage. You stand in silence in front of the door. Neither of you know what to say and you’re both afraid of saying the wrong thing and causing the night to finally end.

You’re drawn out of silence when Rafe’s horse neighs beside him.

“Um, I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, Rafe.” You say with a smile. He sends you a smile back before raking a hand through his long hair.

“This is the best night I’ve had in quite some time.” He stares into your eyes like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes one step closer to you. And then another. And another.

Your breath quickens as he backs you against your door. Your eyes are wide when you stare up at him.

Before you know it, his lips are on yours. Your hands tug at his hair as the kiss deepens. His hands find your waist and he squeezes, making you gasp. Without pulling away, you fling the door open and pull him inside.

Rafe pauses for a second to let you both breathe and he looks around your home. He barely knows you, but for some reason, he can tell this is your space. It just feels so…. you.

“It’s not much, but…” You smile sheepishly, gesturing around you.

“No, it’s perfect. It suits you.” He looks you up and down before taking another look around.

Rafe follows as you lead him to your bedroom. He takes it all in. The smell of the candle you’re lighting, the quilt thrown over your mattress, the clothes bursting out of your wardrobe, the way your pillows are set up- all of it.

The two of you stand in silence for a moment as the tension between you rises. You watch as Rafe moves closer to you. Again, before you have time to process what’s about to happen, his lips are on yours.

The kiss is messy but passionate. Your teeth are clashing and Rafe is kissing you as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. His hands move down to your hips as he pushes you back onto the bed. He takes a second to admire you, but it doesn’t last long.

You sit up when you notice Rafe unbuttoning his shirt and begin to help him. You swore you heard a button hit the ground in your haste, but you can’t worry about that right now. As soon as his shirt hits the ground, he’s working on undoing your corset. It doesn’t take him long at all to loosen the laces and slide it off of you, and you try not to think about what that means.

You slowly push the sleeves off of your shoulders and pull your dress and garments down, revealing your breasts. Rafe feels his breath catch in his throat. Once you’re left in only your panties, you look up at Rafe through your lashes (and that’s enough to send him over the edge).

He grabs your shoulders and pushes you onto the bed. Your lips meet yet again and you’re beginning to think that every kiss is better than the last. One of his hands is cupping your breast while the other is around your calf, stretching your leg back as he positions himself against you.

You moan at the feeling of his bulge pressing into your clit. Noticing your reaction, Rafe does it again. As bad as he wants to rip your panties off and take you then and there, he decides he wants to see you squirm even worse.

You go on like that for a few more minutes- kissing and grinding against one another like your life depended on it. You’re nearly in tears when Rafe finally speaks up.

“You sure you want this, sweetheart?” He asks as his actions come to a stop. He moves your hair away from your face as he waits for you to respond.

“I’m sure, Rafe. Please. I need you.” You whine underneath him and wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him closer to you.

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s sliding your panties down your legs. “I need to make sure you’re ready first.” Rafe brings his hand up to your face. “Open up for me.” You open your mouth and he slides two fingers in. He pushes them further and further and only pulls them out after you start gagging. “Perfect.”

You gasp when Rafe slides his long fingers between your folds. Your toes curl and your fists clench the sheets beneath you. He notices this and laughs lowly. “You like that?”

“Rafe! Oh my god!” The way he’s moving his fingers is driving you insane. You arch your back into him, silently begging for more. You scream out when he curls his fingers inside of you.

He tries to hold out, but he physically can’t. Hearing you scream his name and whimper and moan anytime he does anything has Rafe feeling animalistic.

He shoves his underwear down and his erection springs free, slapping against his lower stomach. Rafe pulls his fingers out and you gasp as the cold air hits your wet pussy.

He pumps his length one, two, three times before lining himself up with your entrance. Rafe leans down and presses his forehead against yours as he watches his cock all but disappear between your legs.

He hisses when your nails dig into his back, leaving long red scratches in his tanned skin. “Goddamn.” Rafe thrusts harder and faster as your walls clench around him. “You really are perfect.”

He kisses you like a man starved as his hands press your hips into the mattress. You whine underneath Rafe, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Rafe! I-“ You gasp. He breaks the kiss and moves from your lips to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your soft skin.

“I know.” Rafe looks up and grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. “Go on.”

That coil in your stomach pops and you melt into the mattress as you both come undone at the same time. After a minute, Rafe pulls out and rolls over to lay beside you. The two of you lay there for a while as you catch your breath.

“That was…” Rafe begins, trying to find a word to describe whatever it was he just felt.

“Mhm.” You reply sleepily.

He turns to look at you, wanting to say something else but stops himself when he realizes you’re already asleep. He laughs and shakes his head before pulling the sheets over you both. He falls asleep with you in his arms and your legs all tangled together.

Some time in the middle of the night, the two of you had rolled away from one another. Rafe wakes up before you and takes this time to admire your features. The sunrise peeking through your window is lighting up your face so beautifully, and he wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

But I can’t, Rafe tells himself. He’s a prince. If his father didn’t take him seriously now, who knows what King Edward would think if he were to come waltzing in with a barmaid from a random, run down tavern?

Rafe pulls at his hair so hard he’s actually surprised it doesn’t come out in clumps. He sits up with a huff and tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“You will stand beside me. If you don’t, everyone in attendance will be able to finally see what has become so clear to me- that you, Rafael, are not fit for the throne.” His father’s voice rings in his ears. He glances over to make sure you’re still asleep before he slowly gets up and makes his way over to his discarded clothes.

He’s able to get dressed and walk to the door before you begin to stir. Rafe panics, but instead of quickly leaving, he freezes, with his hand on the doorknob.

“Rafe?” You call. He can see you out of the corner of his eye. Your hair is a mess and you’re covering yourself with the blanket. “Are you leaving?”

The confusion in your voice hurts him more than he had anticipated. He sighs before straightening his posture. “I have to.”

“Oh.” You reply defeatedly. He watches as you slump a little. “Will you be back? I really enjoyed our time tog-“

“No.” He answered curtly. “Take the night for what it was and nothing more. You’ll be better off to pretend it never happened.” Rafe waited for only a second, and when you didn’t say anything he opened the door and left. He quickly jumped on his horse and headed home without looking back once, despite how much it pained him.

Rafe groaned when he saw Sebastian, his father’s most trusted advisor, standing outside the castle doors. He was walking up, having already put his horse back in the stable, when the older man called his name.

“Prince Rafael, your timing is impeccable as ever.” The two men looked each other up and down for a moment. “I was beginning to think your father would have to go on without you.”

“Well, I’m here now. That’s all that matters, correct?” Rafe claps Sebastian’s shoulder before walking away. He was silently praying Ward hadn’t noticed he’d ever been gone in the first place.

He quickly ran up stairs to his room. He smiled when he saw the woman who’d been caring for him since he was a boy standing outside his door with tea.

“Thank you, Margaret.” Rafe instantly relaxed upon his first sip.

“Of course, sir. Would you like me to run you a bath?” He nodded and Margaret did a small curtsy before walking away.

Rafe walked into his room and slipped his boots off before going into his bathing chambers. He sat down in his tub and immediately let his whole body go under. As he laid underwater, he thought about you.

God, he wishes he could’ve had one more night with you. Even just one more hour. But his father would never understand. Ward would never be able to see past the fact that you’re a barmaid, no matter how badly Rafe would beg and plead for him to accept you.

The young prince felt like a war was going on in his mind. On one hand, he wanted to please his father. He wanted to show Ward that he was fit for the crown and damn anyone who thought differently. On the other, he wanted you.

In just a short period of time, Rafe had found himself completely lovestruck by you. The one night you shared was simply not enough for him and he wanted more. He needed more.

All of his built up anger and frustration bubbled up to the top and came out as a scream under the water. Once he had exhausted himself, he shot up. Rafe leaned against the tub, breathing heavily.

He moved his hair away from his face before standing up and grabbing his towel. Rafe dried himself off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked into his room.

Rafe practically disassociated the rest of the day. He stood beside his father like a statue, only speaking when spoken to and nodding in agreement when Ward spoke. He only noticed the meeting was over when Spain’s ambassador stood in front of him with an extended hand.

Once they left, Ward stepped in front of Rafe and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps there is hope for you yet.” Without saying another word, the king walked away and left Rafe there alone.

You weren’t much better off. You were sloppy at work and kept forgetting orders. Your boss pulled you aside after your third forgotten brandy.

“What is your problem? I’m running out of excuses for you.” You gulped and looked down, playing with your fingertips.

“I’m sorry, I just….” You trailed off as you looked up. “I’m not sure.”

“Pull yourself together.” You nodded as your boss walked away. You sighed and went behind the counter, drying off another glass. You moved on autopilot until it was time for you to leave.

Once you finally returned home, you took a quick bath, put your nightdress on, and laid in bed.

You stared at the ceiling in silence. You’d only met this man yesterday. Why couldn’t you stop thinking about him?

You decided Rafe was unlike any other man you’d ever been with. He was so handsome and the way he navigated your body made it seem like he’d done it one million times.

He seemed like he really liked you. The conversation flowed so easily and the sex was… you didn’t know if there were any words that could describe how perfect it was.

But what was it that made him leave? Was he married or engaged? Did he not like you as much as you thought he did? Were you just another girl that fell for his charm?

The possibility of him hiding something, or of him not really liking you as much as you thought, made you want to scream. How could you be so… so stupid? How could you fall like this over a man you’ve known for one night?

You pulled your quilt over your face and screamed as loud as you could.

Several weeks had passed since Rafe saw you for the first time and there wasn’t a single second he didn’t think of you. He tried his hardest to push you to the back of his mind, or out of it completely, but he couldn’t. He wanted nothing more than to run to you.

However, he refused. With every passing day, the pressure from his father grew more intense. Rafe felt like he was constantly being studied under a quizzing glass. He knew this was not something he’d want you to get caught up in. He didn’t want to think about the words Ward would throw your way. So, he stayed back.

It was only when the Prince of Spain came to town that he finally got a break. Because of the alliance between the two kingdoms, the young princes had developed quite the friendship. Rafe looked at Prince Matteo as a confidant and vice versa. Currently, they were fencing in the castle’s salle.

“Rafael, my men tell me there’s a festival in one of your villages tonight. They say the women are beautiful and the drinks are even better.” Matteo spoke as he lunged his sword towards Rafe.

“I believe there is a Sunset Festival a few miles south.” Rafe dodges yet another hit before moving forward with his own sword. The sound of metal clashing fills the room.

“I would like to go.. and I would like for you to join me. I don’t understand how you stay in this castle all day. Don’t you ever have fun?” Rafe rolled his eyes behind his fencing helmet and thrusted his wrist forward, sending Matteo’s sword to the ground.

“If it’s fun you wish to see, then fun we shall have.”

Later that night, Rafe and Matteo, along with some of Rafe’s friends and men, rode into a nearby village. They laughed and cheered the entire ride as they sipped brandy from a flask. When they finally did arrive into town, they all but jumped out of the carriage and looked around.

The two men talked, drank, and ate all night. They had their fair share of dances with women, but nothing felt right to Rafe. He tried to drink until it did, but he kept coming up empty. Once he thought Matteo was occupied, he wandered off somewhere away from the crowd.

His thought process on how he would escape was interrupted by a sound he thought he’d never hear again. Your laugh.

It hit him harder than he thought it would. Rafe stopped dead in his tracks and began subconsciously following your voice. He walked faster and faster until he was almost running and then-

He saw you.

You looked as perfect as ever. Your hair was down and your dress fit you so beautifully, not to mention the way he thought the color of it seemed to be made just for you. You were smiling and talking to a group of girls. Rafe wasn’t sure if they were your friends or your sisters.

He froze, just a few feet away from you. Rafe had been imagining this moment over and over again. He so desperately wanted to know what it would be like when you finally saw each other again. He took a deep breath and moved closer to you.

You felt someone staring at you, but you hadn’t figured out who. While your friends were gossiping about something, you looked around, trying to see if you could find your admirer when you saw him.

Your heart fell to your stomach at the sight of the man in front of you. You tried to ignore him and continue listening to your friends, but you couldn’t. He called your name loud enough to make your friends’ heads turn. They looked back and forth from Rafe to you. You shook your head and walked away from them, quietly asking them to give you a moment alone. They walked away as you walked towards Rafe.

“Why are you here?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of you. You gave him a few seconds to respond before your anger hit you and you stomped over to him. “Why have you come back? Why now?”

“I-I didn’t know-“ Rafe stammered over his words. Mad or not, he still couldn’t believe you were in front of him again.

“Didn’t know what? Didn’t know that I would be here? In my own village? Have you forgotten our night together that quickly?” Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

“I came here to the festival with a friend. It didn’t occur to me before now that this was your village.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You scoffed. “I do not care why you are in my village. I care about why you decided to come back to me.” You moved closer to him, jabbing a finger in his chest. “You disappeared, Rafe. You left without even telling me why. You told me to act like that never happened and now you stand before me as if it actually didn’t!”

“You act as if I had a choice!” You gasp when Rafe clasps his hand over your own. His words came out a little louder than he anticipated. He takes a deep breath and lets go of your hand before he speaks again. “I wish I could tell you why I left, but I… I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You spat.

“I-“

“Your highness!” Rafe’s eyes widen as he hears the familiar voice of his guard. The man bowed slightly before the prince. “We’ve been searching for you, sir. Prince Matteo has had too much to drink and has fallen ill. We must return to the castle at once.”

“Give me a moment.” Rafe dismisses his guard with a wave of his hand.

“Sir-“

“Leave us!” The guard wastes no time in running back to wherever he had been before, leaving you and Rafe alone again.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment before you decided to speak up.

“So that’s what this is about, then?” Tears welled up in your eyes as a wave of realization crashed over you. You shake your head when Rafe says your name softly. “You’re just a prince who needed a… a what? A release? You rode your fancy horse down to the nearest village and charmed any girl stupid enough to pay you attention in hopes you’d get to bed her! Just to leave in the morning? Because the Crown Prince of England mustn’t ever be seen with the likes of a lowly barmaid?”

“No.” He replies, stepping closer to you. “Never that.”

“Then what?” you demanded. “What could possibly explain you leaving the way you did?”

Rafe’s jaw tightened. “You wouldn’t understand.”

You laughed harshly, making him flinch. “Do not assume what I would or would not understand.”

“If I would have stayed behind, you would have been thrown into a world you never asked to be a part of.” He looked into your eyes, silently begging you to understand his reasoning.

“So now you expect me to believe you did this for me?” You questioned.

“Why do you continue to act like I chose to leave?” Rafe raised his voice, but you refused to back down.

“Because you did!” You replied, exasperated. “You had the privilege of choosing! I did not. I got one night with you and you were gone.” Your voice began to crack as your shoulders dropped. “I have spent the last several weeks playing that night over and over again in my mind, trying to determine what would have possibly made you leave the way you did. My resentment towards you grows stronger with every passing minute. You hurt me, Rafe!”

“I know, and I’m sorry. My intention was never to hurt you. I only ever meant to protect you.” Rafe steps closer to you.

“And instead you’ve done the complete opposite.” You wipe the tears from your face as you look up at him. Silence falls briefly before Rafe speaks up.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back.” He grabs your hands in his and holds them close to his heart. “I cannot undo what I did, I know I can’t. Nor can I expect you to forgive me so easily. But, if you can find it in yourself to believe I have not forgotten a single moment we shared, please allow me to prove it.”

Rafe pulls you even closer. Your noses are touching now and you can feel his breath on your skin. You meet his eyes and stand still for a moment. Every thought you’ve had for the past three weeks has led to this moment right here.

You close the gap between you with a kiss, sliding your hands up to tug at Rafe’s hair. He relaxes into the kiss as his hands fall to your waist.

“I hope you’re truly willing to do whatever it takes, your highness.” You murmur into the kiss.

to no avail, rafe was beside you in a matter of seconds. you gasped when he grabbed your wrist and instinctively snatched away from him. despite your effort, he maintained a tight grip on you, forcing you to stay where you were.

you tilt your head down and say nothing, hoping you were wrong and that he didn’t recognize you.

he’s a little out of breath from running and you want to kick yourself over the way you’re feeling hearing him pant like that.

“do you always run away after meeting someone’s eye?” rafe steps closer to you and bends slightly, trying to see under your hood. he groans internally when you tilt your head even more.

one thousand witty comebacks are on the tip of your tongue, but you remain quiet in hopes that he’ll give up and leave you alone.

“don’t you think it’s a bit rude of a lady not to speak when a prince has spoken to her?” his arrogance is so evident in the way he’s talking to you and it makes you sick. you don’t have to see him to know he’s smirking. your breath hitches when he steps even closer to you, invading your space entirely. “you know, nothing stirs my curiosity quite like being denied.” his voice is all gravely and low.

your breath hitches when he reaches for the edge of your hood. “now, will you show yourself willingly, or shall i be the one to do it for you?” you take a step back just as he moves your hood backwards, causing the fabric to pool around your shoulders.

you meet each others gazes, both of you having wide eyes but for entirely different reasons. your eyes are wide with fear while rafe’s eyes are burning with excitement.

“you.” he mutters. “tell me, what is a lady such as yourself doing out at the boxing rooms alone, hm? do you even know what time it is?” rafe laughs when he notices your jaw clenching. “perhaps you’d be more comfortable explaining yourself to your brothers then? they’re right inside. we can go get them-“

he smiles when your whole body stiffens at the mention of your brothers. you would never hear the end of it if they were to find out you’d been at the boxing rooms, of all places, this late at night. you didn’t even want to think about what would happen if word got back to your father.

“i didn’t think so.” he lets go of your wrist to cup your face. “lucky for you, m’lady, the only person who is aware of your presence here is me.”

you close your eyes and exhale through your nose. you know what he’s trying to get at, and the fact that he has you right where he wants you makes you want to scream.

“what is it that you want in exchange for your silence?” you didn’t think rafe’s smile could get any wider. his imagination is running wild and you can tell.

he hums in thought, making you roll your eyes. it’s quiet for a minute or two, aside from the occasional rustle of leaves and cheers from inside the building. you grow impatient and go to speak just as rafe finally opens his mouth.

“nothing.” his thumb rubs your cheek and you scrunch your face in both disgust and confusion.

“nothing?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow.

“nothing.” he looks at your lips for several seconds before meeting your gaze again. “for now, at least.”

“for now?” your eyes widen.

“do you intend on repeating everything i say?”

“do you intend on explaining what you mean when you say ‘for now?’” you ask, a little more frantically than you would have liked.

“soon enough, m’lady.” and with that, he kisses your hand, sends you a wink, and walks back towards the boxing rooms, leaving you utterly and completely stunned.