Sativa 🍃
Rafe Cameron x FWB Reader
Based off season 4 episode 1 but rafe wins
With a deep inhale, you let the smoke bleed into your lungs, your eyes soon growing red and puffy as your free hand kneads into the sand underneath you like putty.
“You good little pope?”, A voice calls out, you look up only to be greeted by none other than the self proclaimed ‘kook king’ himself. You roll your eyes in annoyance, rubbing your hands free of sand and readying yourself to leave but Rafe’s sudden grip on your shoulder stops you.
“If you’re here to boast, don’t. You’ve done enough of that already,” you pull away from Rafe’s hold easily yet find yourself stumbling through the varying heights of hot sand as he follows behind you.
“You sure about that?”, You can practically hear the smirk that plasters his face. You turn around facing the much taller man, his eyes boring into yours in an instant. “Is this seriously your way of celebrating your win, Cameron?”, he only smiles in response before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
On any other day you would’ve pushed the man away from you and regrouped with your brother and his friends instantly but with jj’s sudden loss, the group is preoccupied with sweetening the mood, which is as difficult as it sounds when it comes to the blonde pogue, so you let the prideful winner lead you away from lingering eyes.
As soon as you are both out of sight, Rafe’s features soften and suddenly there is no look of malice or a cocky remark between either of you, the only noise is the sounds of distant partygoers as they either celebrate or drink to numb the painful loss.
“You shouldn’t touch me like that in front of everyone, they might think-“
“They might think what, little pope? That we must be sleeping together because I touched your shoulder?”, You look up, annoyance gracing your features yet again but only a smile lays on Rafe’s.
Before you can respond, Rafe leans in, setting his hands on your waist as his head rests against yours, your breathing slows as if this is the first time you’ve been this close to the kook king.
“Smoking makes you paranoid” he whispers as you make eye contact . “You make me paranoid,” you jab back only to lean into his touch, your body betraying you once again.
Rafe eyes your lips, making it known that only one thing is on his mind yet he continues to hold himself back, seeing teasing you as the ultimate power.
If you were sober, you would’ve waited, not wanting to seem desperate or needy despite him being the only thing on your mind for weeks. But with the herb still fresh in your lungs, you have a sudden confidence and you must act.
You cut through the space holding you back, your lips instantly meeting his, the taste of mint and something remotely sweet penetrates your taste buds. The kiss quickly goes from passionate and slow to rough and sensual as Rafe lifts you up into his arms, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist.
Your minds go silent, your bodies moving as if they are on autopilot. The misery of being without each other for so long has become unbearable and right here right now you are letting it all out.
“Fuck- I missed you” Rafe breathes out as he pulls away, trying to catch his breath. He immediately pulls himself back in unable to stay away. With one arm supporting your weight on his waist, the other gropes at any and every part of your body that he can get to.
The only thoughts in your mind at this moment are dirty and needy, no longer caring to put on an act to hide your need for Rafe Cameron.
Your eyes flutter open, pulling away from the man’s kiss swollen lips as you notice the sounds of distant partygoers drawing closer to the secluded area in which you and rafe stand.
In your mind, a question circles, what if we were caught.. would it be so bad? Yet this question quickly vanishes as fast as it appeared when u notice Rafe’s eyes no longer share a glint of affection but worry.
As you both turn to face the still distant yet nearing crowd, you pay close attention to the nervous tick in his jaw and how his hands start to clam against your thighs as they stay wrapped around his waist.
You pull yourself away from the man’s hold and onto the hot sand which now matches the heat in your rosy cheeks.
You wait for the man to turn around and face you but his eyes stay focused on the crowd ahead, not daring to move an inch in fear they may notice your presence. You keep in place, feeling your high from the herb disappear, quickly being replaced by a tightness in your chest.
The tears that threatened to fall from your eyes have now dropped to your cheeks, seeking shelter in the sand below your feet.
“I’m gonna go,”you whisper, knowing if you say the words any louder your voice will waver. Rafe’s eyes flicker away from the crowd in response to the broken silence yet only to nod, his mind elsewhere.
At first you stand there, pleading in your mind, begging for the boy to say something that will show he doesn’t see you as just a pogue he sleeps with or someone he isn’t ashamed to be seen with yet the silence continues. You believe you got your answer.
This is my first time posting something I’ve written in years so I’m sorry if it isn’t the best. I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading! - M