ISSUES 2 II OUTERBANKS S3/S4

twenty questions

"There was never a night that could defeat sunshine and hope."

note: Some of these texts were inspired by Conan Gry and his song family line.

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"Would you mack on Kie?" "You're kind of obsessed with me macking on people, huh", Rafe mocks me, "Of course I would. She's hot." "JJ-" "That doesn't mean that she's any better than you", Rafe quickly adds and I smile at him softly. He cares about how I feel. "Would you fuck Topper?" "Ew, no. He's your best friend and my close friend. Topper's friendzoned." 

"What did you do the other night when you got home so late?" "Hanging out with Barry." "Is th-" "It's my turn", Rafe interrupts me quickly, "How many times have you survived when you thought this is your last moment?" "Let me think about.. We were attacked by these men out on the water and a second time at the chateau. Ms. Crain tried to shoot us. Barry attacked us. You and Barry almost shot us-" "When?" 

"The night in which John B got caught by Shoupe. We've been hiding in the trees and you shot into the air with your gun." "Did I hurt you?" "No." "Good." "Many times that you were in danger. I would have killed the pogues if you got hurt." "Come on, ask your question." "Do you sometimes wish to go back to how it was?" "Which moment?" "Before I went to college."

That's been the time when I've realized how scattered my family is. My dad never talked a lot. I mean how could he when I've been here and he's been there? My mom's never admit how she felt about our lives until our conversation on the coastal venture. But in moments like these, when I have dinner at the country club and hang around the kooks, I feel like I'm truly my parents' child. 

Maybe that's why I was running away from figure eight. I didn't feel like that kind of kook and I was surprised by how many times I could lie so easily. I can run away from figure eight but I can't leave my own life. Rafe might be right. And when I look at him, I feel more welcome than at my own parents' or anyone else's place.

"I think about it sometimes", I admit, "I wouldn't go back because time's changed and I am thankful for the experiences that I've made." "So you wouldn't be with me anymore?", Rafe asks slightly sounding sad and upset. "That's not what I've said, cranky. If we could go back to how it was I would have never been with JJ and I've learnt a lot thanks to him. I would go back to being with you but I'd do it differently." 

"How?" "Second question, Cameron", I warn him, "Who's your favorite pogue?" Rafe gives me an amused look. "None but if I had to choose, Kie. She's hot." "Don't call my cousin hot", I say offended. "Princess kook being jealous?", Rafe grins, "Just saying.. I'd fuck the shit out of Kiara if she begged me." 

Did it get hotter here suddenly? I don't remember someone starting a fire next to us but my body's heating up really quickly. The last time I've heard him say that was when he actually gave pleasure to me. "Steamy thoughts", I clear my throat. 

"It's my turn", Rafe grins at me lightly. God, that's his sexy smile. The kind of smile that'd make you forget all the issues that he's got and the issues between the two of us. He used to smile at me like this when he ran his hand up my thigh and- "Do you miss us having sex?" 

Rafe smiles at me knowing too well what an affect he's got on me right now. God, Iz, don't let him play this game. Play it yourself. "I miss the pleasure, yeah", I whisper my cheeks probably as red as JJ's bike. If I want to do what we're about to do, I have to give in completely. Full kook. I quickly change the topic. 

"Let's make a dare", I grin at him temptingly, "Where's the coke?" "Bella-" "Uh no. I remember you're a full kook, right? King kook, daddy kook..-" "You could call me daddy whenever", Rafe butts in and winks at me. God, he's fucked me already. Physically, mentally, on everything possible level. 

"We're here in figure eight. Full kooks living the kook life. We've found the gold, our families have it. Let's celebrate." "Fine. Come on get your hot ass up and follow me", Rafe finally gives in. "I thought we're doing this thing where you carry me now?" Rafe chuckles and comes to my chair to pull me into his arms and brings me to his bedroom. 

"That's where you store the good stuff", I comment as I watch him opening the drawer for his underwear. "I knew you wouldn't find it there." "Yeah, I'm not really into changing your boxers." "Just into putting them off", Rafe adds and gets back to me. 

He pours out some powder on another drawer and forms it to a line with his credit card. He's actually the definition of what a hot kook is. I can't deny that I like the way he moves his hand or how his jaw tenses as he tells me to start. "Full kook, Bella. There's no going back." I lower my head and sniffle the white powder in. 

My head pops back up surprised by the feeling in my nose but other than that, I remember the feeling. It's not as crazy as smoking a joint can be. Rafe follows right after me as I lean back against the drawer. To my surprise, he doesn't put it right back. Instead, he places his hands on the drawer right next to my body and leans against me. 

"I'm not a golden child, you know", I shrug, "I've probably smoked more weed with the pogues than have fancy dinners on figure eight." I can't define the look on his face but he grabs by chin softly. "I always knew that you're not half as innocent as you pretend to be", Rafe mumbles against my jawline and places tiny little kisses there. 

It feels like it's been ages since the last time that he's done that. It feels so good to be back here. "It's your turn to chose a dare, firecracker", Rafe whistles against my ear. "Fuck me, hothead." Rafe doesn't let me wait. 

Instead, he takes my legs and pushes me up to make me sit on the drawer. Rafe kisses my jawline, my neck, my collarbone. As clothes by clothes are dropped to the ground, he touches every inch of me. I'm about to take my one hand away from his neck and lower it when he takes it. "It's my turn to treat you right."