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Denied Love - Rafe x Prosecutor Daughter

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Summary: Elena is the kook daughter of a high profile prosecutor on the island. One who happened to be close to Sheriff Peterkin. When her father found out the details of how the Cameron’s had a part in her death he had set out to bring them down, Rafe included. What he didn’t expect was for his daughter to fall in love with the Cameron boy.

A/N: trying a story with names this time. Enjoy :)

Warnings: angst, smut (brief description of missionary)

The night was heavy with tension as Rafe Cameron walked under the flickering streetlight, scanning the empty alley before slipping into the small café where she waited. She was seated in the far corner, her gaze lingering nervously on the doorway until he arrived. She was Elena, the one girl he couldn’t afford to love – the daughter of the prosecutor with a single-minded mission to bring down the Cameron family.

They had met by chance at a charity gala a few months earlier, drawn together by a strange mix of chemistry and defiance. He’d been surprised by her kindness, her sharp wit, her refusal to buy into the caricatures the media painted of the Camerons. And somewhere between her carefully guarded smiles and the quiet strength in her eyes, he found himself helplessly drawn in. He dreaded how Ward still made them go to these events, trying to act like everything was normal after what he had done, but meeting her made him forget all his troubles.

“Hey,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing hers as they exchanged a fleeting, electric glance.

“God, how I’ve missed you.” Rafe whispers back as he fully grasps her hand bringing it in for a quick kiss.

Their meetings were risky. If anyone knew about them, her family would never forgive her, and his father would see it as a betrayal. Yet the thrill of the secrecy and the safety they found in each other’s presence was too irresistible. They shared whispered promises and stories that belonged only to them. In these stolen moments, Rafe began to show a side of himself he’d long buried – a version untouched by the violence and chaos his family expected of him.

She saw the side of him that was vulnerable, just a broken boy who was strained by the need to find approval in his father. He had confided in Elena about everything. It was risky considering who her father was but he felt he had her heart. She also understood how it felt to be put under a microscope by her father and how much pressure came with being the perfect child. She didn’t care about Rafe’s faults when Ward is only to blame. She was falling more in love with the boy every day.

But the storm was brewing. Each day, Elena’s father inched closer to exposing the secrets of the Cameron family empire, unaware that his daughter was entangled in a secret affair that threatened to unravel his plans. She became good at lying to her overbearing father at a young age about where she’d go. He always set out to make sure Elena would follow in his footsteps, despite her constantly telling him that would never happen. She would make her own path in life and he would have to deal with it. She listened to him in every aspect of her life, except for a future career and apparently keeping away from the Cameron family.

Every minute that she wasn't at school, she was spending time with Rafe. Getting to know more about him. Getting to know more about the inside of his mouth and how his tongue tasted. She was completely in love with him. They spent countless hours driving around the island, spent nights on her boat. Her dad never showed any interest in her friends, even as a prosecutor, he’d never bombard her with questions about who she was with.

Late one night, Rafe and Elena lay tangled in the quiet intimacy of her bed, the moonlight casting soft silver streaks across her room and her parents were out for the night. His arm was draped over her waist, her head resting against his chest as their breaths fell into a rhythm, as if their hearts beat as one. The world outside her window was silent, but inside, the weight of unspoken truths pressed heavily between them.

“Elena,” Rafe murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm, “tell me you want this as much as I do.”

She tilted her face up to look at him, her eyes dark and filled with the mix of love and anguish that had become all too familiar. “I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But at what cost?” Her words lingered in the air, and he felt the ache of them deep in his chest. He tightened his hold on her as if the simple act could shield them from the storm that was waiting to tear them apart.

“We can figure this out,” he said, his voice firm but laced with desperation. “We just have to hold on to each other. That has to be enough.”

She let out a soft, bitter laugh, the sound muffled against his chest. “You think love is enough to fix everything? To make our families forget the years of resentment? To make my father let go of his plans for me? Or yours for you?”

Rafe turned onto his side, cupping her face in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “It is enough, Elena. Because it has to be. I don’t know how to exist without you anymore.”

Her lip trembled, and she tried to look away, but he held her steady. “You’ll have to,” she said, though the words cracked as she spoke them. “You know what happens if they find out. Your family… my father…”

“I’ve already made my choice,” he said softly. “I choose you, Elena. Every time.”

Her breath hitched, and tears welled in her eyes and she sat up, Rafe following. “You say that now, but what happens when they make you choose for real? What happens when it’s not just you and me in this bed, but the whole world waiting to rip us apart?”

“I’ll still choose you,” he said without hesitation. “Over and over. Forever.”

Her hand found his, her fingers lacing tightly with his. “Forever sounds like a dream,” she murmured.

“It’s not a dream,” he said. “It’s a promise.”

She closed her eyes, her forehead pressing against his as the tears slipped free. “And what if it costs us everything?”

He kissed her, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of his love into the gesture. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. “Then let it. Because you are my everything, Elena.”

As their lips separated, Elena's eyes locked onto Rafe's, her gaze filled with a mixture of tears and desire. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the tears that clung to her lashes, making them sparkle like diamonds. "You're really going to choose me, no matter what?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Rafe nodded, his eyes burning with intensity. The shadows cast by the flickering candlelight danced across his face, highlighting the determination etched onto his features. "I am," he said, his voice low and firm. "I already have. And I'll choose you again and again, until the end of time."

Elena's lips curled into a weak smile, her eyes shining with tears as she traced the contours of his face with her fingertips. "You're crazy, you know that?"

Rafe's lips quirked into a half-smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe," he said, his voice laced with humor. "But I'm your crazy."

Their lips met again, the kiss deepening as their passion surged to the surface. Elena's hands tangled in Rafe's hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back, her body begging for his touch. The soft fabric of her nightgown rubbed against his skin, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

Rafe complied, his hands sliding under her nightgown, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin as he explored every inch of her. Elena's moans of pleasure filled the air, her body responding to his touch with an intensity that left them both breathless. The sound of their passion echoed through the room, the air thick with the scent of their desire.

Rafe never made love before. Quick hookups don’t usually entail that type of detail. But this was different. Elena was different. He wanted to take his time with her and he desired to make her feel good. She slowly pulled off her nightgown, revealing her naked body as she laid back down on the bed. Rafe, mirroring her actions, pulled off his sweatpants and climbed on top of her, their bodies now aligned.

He took a deep breath, savoring the moment, and began to make love to her. With deliberate care, he moved his hips slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size and intensity. He wanted to make sure she felt comfortable and enjoyed every second of their intimate encounter.

As their passion reached its peak, Rafe's hands moved lower, his fingers seeking out the spot that made her tremble, rubbing slow circles to match the pace of his hips.. Elena's body convulsed with her orgasm, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room as her nails dug into his skin. Rafe followed, his own release washing over him as he whispered filthy, dirty words into her ear.

"I'll choose you, Elena. Always."

As they caught their breath, Rafe's hands continued to explore Elena's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her breasts. Elena's skin was warm to the touch, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.

Their lips met again, the kiss slower and more tender this time. Rafe's tongue traced the contours of Elena's mouth, his hands cradling her face as he deepened the kiss. Elena's body responded to his touch, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips rocking gently against his.

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, Rafe whispered words of love and devotion into Elena's ear. The shadows cast by the moonlight danced across her face, highlighting the soft curves of her cheeks and the curve of her smile. "You are my everything, Elena. And nothing will ever change that."

Elena's eyes met his, her gaze filled with a mixture of love and anguish. Her fingers traced the contours of his face, her touch gentle and reassuring. "And you are mine," she whispered back. "Forever."

The room was silent except for the sound of their breaths, the world outside forgotten for this one fragile moment. They both knew the risks, the sacrifices that lay ahead. But for now, they clung to each other, hoping against hope that love could truly conquer all.

Rafe had also acted out something he’s never done before by helping Elena clean herself up and get back dressed. He pulled back on his sweatpants and they cuddled once again. He usually leaves the same night out her window but the intimate moments that just transpired had caused them to become sleepy and they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

You were startled awake by your father’s voice.

“What the hell is this?!” he roared, his booming voice shaking the walls as he stormed into your room.

You scrambled upright, the sheets tangling around you as you leaped out of bed. Rafe sat up quickly, his face pale but defiant as your father’s piercing glare bore into him.

“Daddy, please, let me explain,” you begged, your voice trembling as you stepped between them.

“Explain?” your father thundered, his face a deep shade of red. “What is *he* doing in your room? In your *bed*?” His eyes flicked to Rafe, narrowing with fury. “Do you have any idea what this means? What you’ve done?”

“Sir, I—” Rafe began, his voice calm but steady.

“Don’t you dare speak!” your father snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “You think you can just waltz into my house, into my daughter’s room, and—”

“Stop!” you cried, your voice breaking as you grabbed your father’s arm. “You don’t understand! It’s not what you think.”

He turned to you, his expression a mixture of anger and betrayal. “Then explain it to me, Elena. Because right now, it looks like you’ve decided to throw away everything we’ve worked for—everything—for *him.*”

“I love him, Daddy,” you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

The room fell into a stunned silence. Rafe’s eyes widened slightly, and your father froze, his expression darkening further.

“Love?” he repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. “You think this is love? This… betrayal?”

“It’s not a betrayal!” you shot back, your voice trembling but firm. “I didn’t choose to fall in love with him. It just… happened. And I won’t apologize for it.”

“Then you’re a fool,” your father said coldly, his words cutting like a knife. “Do you have any idea what you’re risking? What he’s risking? Do you think his family will stand for this? Do you think your mother and I will?”

Rafe finally spoke, his voice measured but resolute. “With all due respect, sir, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I love your daughter, and I’ll do whatever it takes to be with her.”

Your father’s laugh was bitter and sharp. “Is that so? And how long do you think this will last once the reality of your choices comes crashing down? Love doesn’t pay debts, doesn’t mend bridges. It destroys them.”

“Daddy, stop,” you pleaded, tears brimming in your eyes. “Please. Just listen to me.”

He turned to you, his expression softening for a brief moment as he saw the pain in your eyes. “Elena,” he said, his tone quieter but no less intense. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into. This will destroy us. Our family, our future—it’s all at stake.”

“I know what’s at stake,” you said, your voice steady now. “But I’m not a little girl anymore, Daddy. You can’t control who I love.”

He stared at you, his jaw tight as he struggled to find the words. Finally, he shook his head, his voice heavy with resignation. “You’re making a mistake. And when it all falls apart, don’t come to me looking for help.”

He turned and stormed out, leaving the door wide open behind him. You stood there, trembling, as the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall.

Rafe stepped off the bed and came to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilling over. “No,” you whispered. “But I don’t regret choosing you.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried into his chest. The storm was far from over, but in that moment, you knew you’d face it together.

The wind picked up outside, almost like it sensed the energy radiating from Elena’s room, carrying the scent of salt and the promise of an incoming storm. They stood there, two souls tethered together, caught in a battle between their love and the lives they’d always known. Neither spoke, but their hearts screamed the same question into the night: Was love worth losing everything?

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