Who: Bailey and Dean When: evening, Tuesday, July 3 Where: Bailey’s apartment Warning: NSFW Status: Complete
Dean wasn’t a man who made good on all of his debts, that was why he was in the bind he was in, but this debt wasn’t one he was going to renege on. He’d never lost such a pleasant wager, not that he could recall, anyway. Dean had half expected Bailey to back out, say they had to cancel for some reason, like maybe their one roll in the hay had been enough for her ... but she hadn’t. When Dean had texted her earlier in the day, she’d confirmed that she was still game for him to come over and pay her what he owed.
It gave him a light, bubbly sort of feeling in his chest as he showered and got ready, then went to the grocery store to pick up what he needed to make the meal he had in mind. Dean had been browsing recipes for several days, and he’d found a couple of things he thought would be tasty enough to be impressive, but not challenging enough to be humiliating. While he was at the store, he tried to look for a short apron too, but couldn’t find anything. Oh well, if he had to be fully nude the whole time, so be it.
Dean drove to Bailey’s place feeling playful and a little buzzy already, ready to have some more fun with someone he already liked. It was all a fantastic distraction from all the other bullshit he had going on, and he needed that. Shifting his bags all into one hand, he knocked on her apartment door.
It felt like the right kind of night to have a hot, naked guy cook her dinner. Bailey had worked through lunch and left her shift shortly before six to go home, shower and change. She had no idea what Dean was going to be cooking but honestly, she would take hot dogs and mac and cheese if it meant getting to watch him standing at her stove bare assed. Best bet she ever won, honestly.
By the time Dean knocked at her door, Bailey had showered and changed into jeans and a tank top. It was a conscious decision to not put a bra on. Pulling open the door, Bailey grinned and stepped back so he could come inside. "A good looking man holding grocery bags on my doorstep. I must be dreaming."
He immediately noticed the lack of a bra, it was hard to miss Bailey’s nipples when his first impulse was to glance down at her lovely chest. Dean raised his brows comically and looked behind him like he expected someone else to be there. “Good looking man, where?” he joked, then grinned as he stepped inside Bailey’s apartment. “Wake up and smell the pasta, ‘cause I’m gonna make you a feast. Hey.” Dean saved the greeting for last, leaning in to pop a quick kiss against Bailey’s lips once the door was closed again. Maybe that was too comfortable and casual for people who’d only banged once, but he was going to be cooking naked in her kitchen, so he felt entitled to a bit of affection for it.
The kiss startled her, though not enough for Bailey to outwardly show it. She knew he was a good kisser and yes, he was about to be naked in her kitchen, so it may have felt casual, but that was okay... because this was casual. Bailey shut the door and led him toward her kitchen, though he knew well enough where it was. "A feast makes it sound like I'll be eating like a viking," she said with a chuckle. "But help yourself to whatever you need in here. I've got a few pots and pans... hopefully the kind you need. I was never much of a chef. There's wine in the fridge and whiskey in the cabinet if you want something to drink while you're cooking. Did you find an apron?" she asked, arching a brow with a mischievous smile playing at her lips.
Dean did know where the kitchen was -- it wasn’t a large apartment -- but he didn’t mind the escort in the slightest. He moved to set the grocery bags down on the counter, pulling one open further to pull out a bottle of wine. “I brought some too, so ... we’ll get into yours if we polish this one off,” he said with a grin. That seemed pretty likely, so he was glad she had some harder liquor too. Dean had been tempted to bring some, but he didn’t want to give the impression he intended to pass out here. He clucked his tongue and gave her a chagined look at the question about the apron. “I did not,” he said, though he couldn’t sound too put out about it. “So ... looks like you’re gonna get the full show.” Dean chuckled and started unpacking the food he’d bought. “Unless you got a colorful boot sock or something I can tuck it all into?”
Bailey picked up the bottle of wine to give it a look, pleased that he had thought to bring some. She had no doubt that they would probably empty the whole thing by the end of the night. Setting the bottle down, Bailey arched a brow and helped herself a glance down his body. He may have been fully clothed still, but the suggestion was still there. "Are you worried about splatter? I can get you a sweatshirt to tie around your waist." She was trying not to grin, but it was difficult to suppress. "Or you could tie a plastic bag around it. I wouldn't want you to suffer from any cooking related injuries."
“Ohmygod,” Dean said with a bright laugh. “A plastic bag? Jesus, that would really be a turn on, wouldn’t it? Like some homeless guy cooking in your kitchen.” He was kind of concerned about splatter on his junk, but Dean had a little more dignity than a plastic bag apron. “You got dish towels right? I think I’ll manage.” All he really had to cover up could be protected by a draped towel -- he had a feeling this was going to be the most arousing cooking he’d ever done, so it would probably just hang there all on its own when the time came anyway. He finished unloading the groceries on the counter, then looked back at Bailey. “So can I pour you a glass of wine before I strip? Or does that count as cooking too?” Dean grinned.
Just the mental image of Dean wearing a plastic bag around his junk made Bailey laugh. It wasn't sexy at all, but hell, Dean had a nice enough body. She'd still get a nice view of his ass. "I've got a few dish towels. Help yourself," she said, gesturing toward one of the drawers. Just because she wanted to enjoy the show, Bailey slipped onto one of the bar stools on the other side of the kitchen counter. "I'd love a glass of wine though. Feel free to strip after though." She'd never had a naked man cook for her before, not even when she was married. The closest to cooking Pierce came was heating up Pop Tarts.
“Here, a compromise,” Dean murmured as he grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt. Not that they really needed to compromise, they both knew where this was going. He peeled his shirt up and off, tucked it into one of the shopping bags, and went on a short hunt for wine glasses and a bottle opener. Shirtless wine service was still a pretty sweet perk, right? He brought the glasses and the bottle to the counter across from where Bailey was sitting and opened up the alcohol. “I feel like I should have a bow tie too or something, those tear-away pants?” he chuckled as he poured them both a glass. Once he was done, Dean lifted his to Bailey in a toast. “Here’s to an awkward evening of good old fashioned objectification.”
Bailey arched a brow as Dean took off his shirt and then folded her arms on the counter top with a grin. "I'll drink to that," she said as she lifted her own glass. "Old fashioned objectification is my favorite kind of objectification." The wine was pretty good and she was going to enjoy it as much as she was going to enjoy watching him cook her dinner. "When's the last time you cooked dinner for someone else?" she asked, once she had another drink of her wine.
‘Old fashioned objectification’ just made him picture Bailey in a monocle and a top hat with a big mustache, whistling at him and talking about him having nice gams or something, and he snickered. Dean winced sheepishly at the question. “Uhhh, I ordered pizza for my niece the other night? That counts, right?” He knew very well that it didn’t, so he squinted and tried to remember the real answer. “I’ve manned a grill many times, but honestly I haven’t cooked a full meal for someone probably since I was in my early twenties, trying to impress some girl. As you can see, I’ve come a long way.” Dean chuckled and lifted his glass again for a long swallow, then moved back to where he’d unpacked all the food to start assessing what he needed to do first.
Bailey chuckled as she sipped more of her wine. She knew Grady had a daughter, though Bailey hadn't talked to the girl much. Dean had a niece. She tried to imagine being an aunt to someone but it was impossible to picture her brother as a father. "I think the naked aspect is really a tip in your favor. Women would be staring at your body more than they would be judging your cooking skills. A win win for all involved." She had never once cooked for a man beyond her ex-husband, but that was to feed him, not impress.
“Maybe I should open a nude restaurant,” Dean mused with a little grin. He was sure the health department would have some issues with that, and he wasn’t sure he could be naked in front of a crowd of women and manage to avoid fucking everything up and starting fires ... but that was why it was a joke. “Speaking of ... guess it’s time to distract you away from how bad I am at this.” He glanced over his shoulder at Bailey as he started to undo his fly, keeping his back to her as he pushed his jeans and boxers down and off. Those got tucked into the shopping bag as well before Dean started hunting down and pulling out pots and pans. “You’re not allergic to shellfish or mushrooms, right? Or like ... anything else I should know about?” he asked.
Bailey smirked slightly as he got undressed. That was such a nice view. She liked that he wasn't the least bit shy about it either. He certainly had no reason to be. Because goddamn. Extremely pleased with how the evening was beginning, Bailey rested her arms on the counter to watch him move around her kitchen. "No allergies except for kiwi," Bailey said, unable to keep herself from grinning. "And if the food is even remotely edible, I will have considered this to be a success. And if it's not, then at least I got a show beforehand. What are you making anyway?"
It might have been more awkward and embarrassing if Bailey hadn’t already seen him naked before, so Dean was even more glad they’d hooked up the other night after this bet was lost. She already knew what he was packing and Dean already knew she’d enjoyed it, so he didn’t feel very self-conscious as he got things arranged for himself. He had the recipe on his phone, so he pulled that up and shot Bailey a grin. “Stuffed mushrooms, and shrimp scampi with some of this ... skinny pasta. Angel hair? What a weird name. And all this is new to me, so ... I’ll aim for remotely edible, but no promises.” Dean moved to start slicing the mushrooms. “I wanted to make you a grown up dinner, since you were so opposed to chicken nuggets. Which is honestly a little classist, you should work on yourself,” he teased.
"Capelli d'angelo," Bailey said. "It's thinner than spaghetti so it'll cook a lot faster. Just... a tip." She grinned, not at all trying to hide the fact that she was checking out his body and often. "And for the record, I'm only opposed to chicken nuggets for this dinner because I don't feel like I would have really benefited from winning our bet if you just had to pre-heat the oven." Bailey arched a brow and picked up her wine glass. "You do know how to pre-heat an oven, right?"
Dean looked back at her just to roll his eyes, though he was smirking as he did so. “Yes ... I might not know Italian, but I know how to preheat an oven,” he said. He checked his phone recipe again, then moved to do that very thing. All the pasta would cook on the stove, but the mushrooms would go in there once he’d stuffed them with cheese and everything. God, Dean hoped this turned out good. Handling all the food was making him hungry already. He could feel Bailey’s eyes on him and all of his exposed flesh, and it was kind of arousing, if he was being honest. He was going to do all this cooking with at least half an erection, he had a feeling. “So how many naked guys have cooked for you? Is this a kink or what?”
More than a little entertained by the entire situation, Bailey rested her chin in her palm. She was kind of hoping he would be turned on by the end of all of this. It was fun to think of all of the other random things she could get him to do naked, if there was a wager involved. Bailey was too competitive to think she could actually lose. He definitely had a body that was meant to be appreciated, especially fully naked, so that's what Bailey planned on doing. "It's not a kink, but as long as you don't end up in the ER with burns on your dick, I think it could become one," Bailey said. "I've never had a naked man cook for me before, at least not to this extent. It's mostly been naked men grabbing me a beer from the fridge or something like that. I think I could get used to this, though. Dinner and a show is something I usually have to pay for."
He chuckled. “I’ll do my best on that one,” he murmured. Dean was certainly opposed to any dick injuries, especially on a night when he was pretty guaranteed to get laid. Fucking Bailey had been great fun the other night, so he hoped that hadn’t just been a fluke and they would have a good time together again. It was starting out right, that was for sure. “Aw man, now I feel like I should be putting on a dance number or some shit,” he went on, tossing another grin at her. “Which is another thing I’m not great at, so don’t ask.” Maybe he should’ve gotten a thong and a little bow tie and done a Chippendales sort of thing for her ... but even thinking about that made him feel unbearably corny. He was trying to turn her on, not off. Dean picked up his wine glass for another swallow as he glanced at Bailey’s. “You just lemme know if I can grab somethin’ for you,” he said with a suggestive little grin.
"So you're not great at cooking, or dancing," Bailey said, reaching for her wine glass again. "What do you think you are good at? I mean, besides keeping a fit body and fucking, of course." He could very well just be self-deprecating for the hell of it. God knew she did that every now and then. But she found herself genuinely curious to know what it was Dean did well, or thought he did well, beyond the obvious innuendo that could be used in lieu of a real answer. They didn't have to delve too deeply into anything personal, but hell, Bailey had a feeling Dean was the kind of guy who hid a lot of himself beneath layers of nonchalance and charm.
“I’m not great at entertaining dancing,” he corrected, not missing a beat even though it was actually a really personal question. “Like song and dance numbers, or stripping? Nah. I can kinda slow dance and bump and grind though. If you ever wanna go out and shake your ass.” Dean shot Bailey another amused glance. He couldn’t see her being the type of girl who would enjoy that type of outing, but who really knew. People could be surprising. He wouldn’t have guessed she was a woman who’d enjoy having a naked mostly-stranger cooking in her kitchen either. “But uh ... I think I’m good at reading people. I’m pretty good at most sports. I’m a damn good driver ...” Dean couldn’t really say he was good at how he made money, because it had gotten him into his current pickle, which he definitely didn’t want to talk about with a cop, no matter how cute she was. “I know there’s more. That’s not actually an easy question -- what are you good at?”
No, Bailey was really not a shake her ass kind of woman. The most she'd ever danced was at her wedding and that was mostly slow dancing. Even that made her weirdly uncomfortable. Sex she was good with. Any other kind of close, physical touching just left her feeling out of sorts, so she tried to avoid it. Sipping her wine, she supposed she could see Dean getting up close and personal with plenty of people on the dance floor though. She was still pleased that he listed off at least a few things he felt like he was good at, instead of dodging the question. "I'm good at reading people," she said, well aware that she was copying his answer, but it was the truth. She wouldn't be a cop if she couldn't see past the surface. "I'm good at my job. I'm good at poker, though that may tie into the whole reading people thing." Bailey set her glass back down. "I'm shitty at sports, but I'm really good at watching them." She was also pretty damn adept at fucking up her life, but she wasn't in the mood to admit that yet. "What’re you shitty at?"
There were other things Dean could think of that he was good at, but quite a few of them were illegal, so he kept them to himself. “Poker, huh? We should play sometime, I’m decent myself,” he said, stalling just a bit on answering her question. It was an understatement, Dean considered himself something of a card shark ... he was just unlucky sometimes. It happened to everyone. “Shitty though ... so many things.” He let out a chuckle as he set out the stuffed mushrooms on a pan to put into the oven. “We’ve established I don’t have a future on Broadway or Top Chef ... uhhh, relationships. Pretty shit at those. I can’t draw worth a damn. Being an uncle, probably, I hadn’t seen Jen in a couple years before I got here.” The preheat alert beeped, so Dean opened the oven and slid the pan inside, making sure to bend over so Bailey got a good view. If she wanted to watch, she could watch it all, as far as he was concerned. “Your turn,” he said as he moved to start working on the rest of the meal.
She was always down for a card game, especially if it meant winning some money. Bailey might not have a ton of cash to throw around but that didn't matter. She had to get her kicks somehow. Bailey's lips twitched when Dean bent over because yes, that was a nice view too. All of it was pretty damn great, to be honest. He may not be a great cook, but he certainly didn't lack any confidence in the kitchen. Maybe he was just adept at following directions. "My turn?" Bailey chuckled and took a nice long sip of her wine before finally answering. "Oh, let's see. What am I shitty at... hmm... god, I mean, I already said sports. What else... what else," she murmured, tapping her fingertip against her chin. "Well, relationships, obviously. Being a daughter... and probably a sister. Singing... that's a dreadful sound you'll never, ever want to hear. Are you sure you don't want any help in there?" Bailey asked with a faint smirk, though she had no idea what she could do at this point. Pasta wasn't terribly difficult.
“Nah, I got it, that’s the deal,” Dean said with a wave of his hand and a glance over his shoulder. He was leaning very heavily on the recipes on his phone screen, but he thought he was doing okay so far. He’d picked shrimp scampi because the meat cooked up fast and it wasn’t too complicated, so Dean hoped it turned out tasty. “You got a brother too?” he asked as he put the shrimps into a pan. He glanced at his phone again and started adding spices. “Did you tell me that already? Sorry, my memory fucking sucks sometimes. Too many vices. I feel you on that one though, I’m sure Grady’s about sick of me. For most of his life, probably.” Maybe they should stay in more fun territory than family dynamics, but Dean was kind of curious what made Bailey a bad sister. She wasn’t a criminal, at least as far as he knew, so she had to be doing better than he was. “I’ll take the karaoke bar off of my date idea list,” he added cheekily.
She would have helped if he had asked her to, but Bailey wasn't going to insist upon it. She was having a good enough time sitting there with a glass of wine in front of her. There might have been a slight urge to take off her shirt, but that would come eventually. "I honestly don't remember if I mentioned my brother or not," she admitted with a small shrug of her shoulder. "But yeah, I've got a brother. Think... the complete opposite of Grady, and that's my brother." Okay, so maybe Kane wasn't that terrible, but he definitely would never fit the mold of a civil servant. She and Kane were probably more alike than Grady and Dean. At least that's the impression Bailey got. "Do you think you're a good brother?" she asked after a moment.
The complete opposite of Grady would not be a good dude, and Dean glanced over at Bailey with a bit of surprise. He didn’t want to assume the guy was a criminal, but if he was, maybe that was what had inspired her to go into law enforcement. Maybe he was a drug addict or something. Dean was curious, but he didn’t want to bring the mood down. Plus this was supposed to be a casual thing, even if they were asking each other some deep questions now. “I mean ... I don’t think I’m the worst brother,” he answered with a chuckle. Dean put the pasta into a pot and turned the stove burner on. “I don’t steal from him, we haven’t had a fistfight since we were kids ... we’re just very different people, different lives. If you really wanna know, you’d do better to ask him.” While Dean did wonder sometimes if he was a good brother or not, he didn’t want to know badly enough to actually ask.
Bailey watched him at the stove, the urge to tell him to boil the water before pouring the pasta into it strong. But... he was cooking for her so she was going to let him do just that. It was kind of cute, actually, watching him looking at a recipe on his cell phone and follow the directions. No, cute was not a word in her vocabulary, especially when it came to men. It was amusing. That worked better. With her wine nearly gone, she reached for the bottle to pour herself some more. "Believe it or not, Grady is pretty tight lipped about his personal life. Not that I spend a lot of time asking or anything. He comes to work, he does his job, and he leaves. Which I have to admit, I respect." Bailey was not a social butterfly so she appreciated that Grady wasn't an open book, nor did he pry. "What did you and Grady fight about when you were kids? I mean, what kind of fights prompted the use of fists?"
Dean made a wryly amused sound in his throat. “Oh, I believe it,” he muttered, smirking to himself. That was his brother, the solid brick wall, everybody’s rock, never ruffled or shaken out loud. He probably didn’t even tell colleagues about the good parts of his life, like the new girlfriend Dean had yet to meet. “I dunno, it’s hard to remember now. Stupid brother stuff,” he answered Bailey’s question. Semi-answered, at least. Dean could remember some of those fights -- not necessarily what sparked them off, that wasn’t important. But he could viscerally recall the angry frustration that drove his side of it. The constant internal comparisons to his brother and the feeling of always coming up short. Grady was everything Dean was supposed to be and wasn’t, and he’d hated him on some level for that. It had faded with age and distance, he was his own man now, that man was just in a heap of trouble and relying on his perfect brother to help him get out of it. Thinking about it made him feel pretty pathetic, so he tried not to. “You and your brother fight much? Which one’s older?”
"He's older," she said as she refilled her glass. "I mean, we fought as kids. Typical sibling stuff." They fought as adults too, but Bailey felt weird discussing that kind of family stuff with someone she was planning to sleep with. Her family dynamics were complicated and way too personal to get into right now. She and Kane might have gone down different paths in life, but they were more alike than Bailey wanted to admit, or even think about. She could tell Dean probably had some brotherly issues as well and Bailey was fine with not talking about it in depth. Grady was her boss, someone she didn't know much about, and she wanted to keep it that way. Besides, she had Dean naked in her kitchen. They didn't need to get into anything too deep or profound. "We get along fine now. But he's got his stuff going on, and I've got mine." Bailey sipped some more wine. "Where were you living before coming back to Point Pleasant?"
Bailey sounded about as eager to talk about her brother as Dean was, which was kind of a comfort. At least he wasn’t the only one with sibling issues. Hell, maybe everybody with siblings had them, it just wasn’t always obvious. He and Grady got along on the surface now, but Dean knew it was all more complicated than that. They both definitely had their own things going on. Dean just hoped his idea to get out of his bad shit would work out in his favor. “NYC,” he answered, not super eager to talk about that aspect of his life either. “I’d been there a few years, spent some time in Boston too.” He’d moved around quite a bit during his adult life, but New York was the easiest place to get lost in, so he’d stayed there the longest. Unfortunately it wasn’t big enough to hide him from the DeAngelos. “Weird to be out of the city now. It’s so fuckin’ quiet here most of the time.”
Bailey knew she had brother issues. And daddy issues and mommy issues and relationship issues. It was just easier not to talk about them, or even think about them. What was the point? "I lived in New York for a while," Bailey said, still letting her gaze linger here and there on his body. "You can't really find that kind of energy in a place like this. Although I can admit I kind of like the quiet after being surrounded by so much noise for so long. It's a decent place to live if you want to be left alone." Which she did, for the most part. She didn't love Point Pleasant but it worked for her right now. When her mom finally died... she had no idea what she would do, but Bailey was okay with not worrying about any of it at the moment. One day at a time.
“Is that what you want?” Dean asked, glancing back at her again. His tone was completely neutral and mild -- he of all people could understand the desire to be left alone. It was pretty much all Dean currently wanted. But instead of escaping from a crappy divorce, he was trying to stay alive and keep all his bones intact. He knew that eventually it would come down to him having to tell Grady what was going on, he was just dreading that day. Having fun with Bailey and playing naked chef was just an appreciated distraction. “It’s definitely a different energy here,” he went on with a faint chuckle. “I haven’t found nothing like it anywhere else I’ve been. It’s home though, for better or worse.”
"Mostly worse," Bailey said, lifting her wine glass in a mock salute before taking another drink. "I want to be left alone to the extent that I don't have to answer to anyone else... outside of my job, anyway. When you share your life with someone for as long as I have, you don't realize how nice solitude is. Making your own decisions, doing whatever you want without an obligation to someone else. No one in this town really demands anything of me." And why was she talking about this again? It was like she was back at the carnival with word vomit. Dean didn't care about any of this. "How's the pasta coming?" she asked, lifting her butt up from the stool just a bit to try and see into the pot.
Bailey wasn’t quite right, Dean found it interesting to listen to, inasmuch as it verified his own suspicions about what it was like to be in a long-term serious relationship -- stifling. More of a pain in the ass than it was worth. He personally loved making his own decisions, poor as they could be, and doing whatever he wanted without obligations. Dean fucked his own life up well enough, he didn’t need to inflict that fuckery on anyone else. “It’s coming,” he said, sounding amused. He’d moved on to working on cooking the shrimp, stirring them around in the pan with some olive oil as they turned from that gross gray color into delicious little pink curls. “I think maybe like, five more minutes and we’re ready. Speaking of no demands, I demand that you enjoy this dinner, because I’m risking burning my dick to give it to you, so ...” He grinned.
Bailey grinned. "That's fair. I can't guarantee my taste buds will cooperate. What do I do if it tastes terrible? Should I practice my fake yums? Rub my stomach?" She slid off the stool to come around on the other side of the counter so she could grab some plates and "make the table", so to speak. It was the least she could do since he was doing all the work. "If it helps, it does smell pretty good." The shrimp and mushrooms, at least. Bailey had never been terribly picky about her food. If it was edible, she would enjoy it, she was sure.
“Listen, if I don’t see some tummy pats I’ll be very offended, and I might not put out,” Dean said with a false note of warning in his tone. He added a couple of spices as he sauteed away, checking his phone another couple of times. Even though he was concentrating, Dean felt extra aware of Bailey’s presence in the kitchen, like all of his exposed skin could sense her proximity. He had to pull his thoughts away from it, because getting a boner around a hot stove wasn’t smart ... though the heat did feel kind of nice. “Aw shit, I forgot -- where’s your uh ... strainer thing? For the noodles?”
"Colander," Bailey said, gesturing to one of the lower cabinets. "It's in there." It was a cheap plastic one, but Bailey didn't cook for herself all that often, so she never felt the need to buy a bunch of expensive cookware. Like Dean, she was very aware of his body and if the stove hadn't been turned on with a pot of boiling water on top of it, she might have taken advantage of him already. Tugging open the drawer, she grabbed a couple of forks to set on the plates to carry to her small table. "You're going to eat naked too, right?"
“I think I’m s’posed to, right?” he asked with a little laugh. Dean was extra careful as he drained the pasta, relieved when he didn’t somehow turn into a huge klutz and spill boiling water all over his most prized body parts. It was pretty easy after that to carry the stuff over to the table to dish out onto the plates, and Dean had to admit that it smelled pretty damn good. Had he actually made a tasty meal for a woman he was into? Wonders never ceased. “You’re more than welcome to join me, of course,” he added, pulling Bailey in closer as soon as his hands were free again.
Bailey thought it smelled pretty good too and was pretty pleased that a guy had managed to make her dinner without completely fucking it up. Although she wouldn't have held it against him had he made a mess of things. That's why food delivery had been invented. With Dean drawing her close, Bailey arched a brow and slid her hands down his chest to his hips. His skin was nicely warm beneath her fingers and Bailey was grateful that they hadn't needed a trip to the ER. Although she had to admit that would have been a pretty fun story to tell people, had it happened. Her fingertips pressed into his skin. "Eating pasta naked... I can finally check it off of my bucket list. You want to help me get my clothes off?"
The sensation of Bailey’s hands on his skin made all of it worthwhile all of the sudden, and Dean felt his cock swell beyond that semi-erection he’d had for most of the evening. Maybe he had an exhibitionist streak he wasn’t aware of, or a servant kink or something. Or it had just been hot to be ogled, and now it was even hotter to be touched. He grinned faintly and nodded a bit as he curled his fingers in the hem of Bailey’s shirt and started to peel it up her body. Dean wasn’t positive that he would have much of an appetite once she was nude too, but he would try to have a few bites of pasta at least before he dug into something even more delicious. Once Bailey was shirtless, Dean let out a soft breath as he admired her tits. “These are gonna be a perfect dessert,” he murmured, cupping one breast as he bent down to give her nipple a light suck.
Bailey was very aware of his erection and it was tempting to sink to her knees and have an appetizer, so to speak. But she knew once they got started, it would be difficult to stop and he did go to the trouble of making dinner... naked. Bailey slipped her hand into his hair as soon as his mouth closed around her nipple. The heated sensation sent a pleasant shiver through her, which was a good sign that their first encounter hadn't been a fluke. "Food first," Bailey said, dropping her hands to the button of her jeans to start working them off. "I have to at least have a bite and rub my stomach, so you know how good it is."
It was so tempting to set her up on the table and get between her thighs, and Dean’s chuckle was a little growly as he straightened up again. He slipped his hands inside the waistband of Bailey’s jeans as soon as there was room, pushing them down with his forearms and feeling her up at the same time. “You’ve got to judge it and make sure I’ve made good on my debt, you mean,” he said with a little grin. Dean crouched in front of her, planting a couple of kisses against her stomach and hip as he helped her out of her jeans and panties. He gave her mound a little nuzzle, then stood up again to pull her chair out. “Bon appe-tits, or whatever it is, m’lady.”
Food was very quickly becoming the last thing Bailey wanted, especially with Dean's hands roaming over her body and his mouth so close to her pussy. But, yes, they had to at least eat something. Bailey could be selfish but she didn't want Dean to feel like he wasted his money on food that went untouched. Although she had a feeling he wouldn't care much if that reason was that he got laid. A breathy laugh escaped her at his horrible appe-tits joke, but she probably would've made the same joke herself. "This is definitely a first, eating at the table naked," Bailey said as she grabbed her wine glass and sat down in the chair Dean pulled out for her. "I think this is really brave of us, eating hot pasta with none of our important parts protected."
“Really brave of us?” Dean laughed as he took his own seat. “Where was that talk when my dick was slaving over a hot stove?” He grinned at her and picked up his fork. Eating naked probably went against some hygiene guidelines somewhere, but he couldn’t really give a shit. They’d already gotten nasty with each other and were about to again. Even if they only took a few bites before they got distracted, it would always heat up just fine for a post-sex snack. If Bailey would let him stick around that long, at least. Dean had no desire to spend the night, but sometimes it was nice to have another glass of wine and food and naked conversation before he headed home. He got his own first bite and said a silent little prayer before he tucked it into his mouth, pleased to find that it didn’t taste half bad.
"I'll thank your dick for its service later," Bailey retorted. She took a bite of the food, not wanting to be hesitant or tentative about it. Thankfully it wasn't so terrible that she couldn't eat it. Bailey wasn't entirely sure she could have done any better anyway. "Not bad," she said, after washing one bite down with some more wine. "I'm impressed that you were able to multitask in the kitchen with everything exposed and at risk." Not to mention Bailey distracting him with conversation. "Your wager has been fulfilled. Congrats." Bailey lifted her wine glass in salute.
It wasn’t a restaurant-quality meal, Dean thought his spices were kind of off, but it didn’t taste bad and he’d done it all himself, which felt like an accomplishment. He gave a soft chuckle and lifted his own glass before he took a drink. At least this was one debt he could pay off, and in such a pleasant manner. The rest of the debts hanging over Dean’s head were not going to be so fun to resolve. “I’m pretty impressed myself, this is my first foray into nude cooking, and with an audience, no less! Maybe I should make it a thing. Think the Food Channel would hire me?” He smirked and sipped some more. “I hope you’re satisfied, as the winner.”
To Bailey, if it was edible, she was good with it. She was no gourmet chef herself and any meal that took more than three or four steps tended to frustrate her. Dean was probably lucky he lost their wager, rather than having Bailey yelling at a recipe on her phone, naked or not. "Nude cooking seems to be more of a niche," Bailey said after taking another bite of the pasta. "You'd probably do better streaming online. You would definitely make more money that way. I doubt anyone would tune in for the actual food though. But yes, I'm satisfied. You are hereby released from your debt." Bailey could only imagine the amount of shit Kane would give her if he knew how her evening had ended up. Not only with having some guy make her dinner, despite the circumstances behind it, but also eating naked together. It was silly as fuck, but it amused her at the same time.
Dean laughed a bit at her advice, nodding along -- he probably would do better online than on cable. And like Bailey pointed out, he didn’t even have to be particularly good at it. “My phone camera’s pretty decent, I got a laptop. Now I just need a kitchen that’s not in my brother’s house, some ring lights ... I could be all set,” he murmured as he forked up more pasta. It did feel a little silly to be having naked dinner together, but there was nothing wrong with having some silliness in one’s life. Dean felt like he needed to inject as much lightness into his life as he could these days, before all the bad shit came crashing down on him. Whether he could slip out from under it still remained to be seen. “I’ll make sure you’re fully satisfied before the night is over,” he added, giving her a little grin and an eyebrow bounce. The food had come out okay, but they both knew that wasn’t the larger point of this visit.
Between her job and her personal life, Bailey wasn't really used to this much amusement, but it was a nice break from all the darkness. Dean seemed like a guy that didn't take life too seriously and he had a seriously nice body. He wasn't some supernatural creature that Bailey would start hunting and then end up having feelings for. Bailey snorted inwardly at the thought. "So you're saying I probably shouldn't fill up too much on pasta?" She finished off her wine and stood to refill her glass from the bottle at the counter, acutely aware of her nakedness. "Want another drink?" she asked, glancing over at Dean from where she stood. He had been right that they would go through the entire bottle. And probably the second, if he stayed a bit after they took advantage of being completely nude.
Dean couldn’t help but stare as Bailey got up and moved back to the counter, and he didn’t think she minded in the slightest. “Don’t want to get too stuffed,” he agreed, his tone a little vague as he took in the lovely curve of her ass. Dean lifted his glass to drink down the last of it without taking his eyes off of her. “Yes please,” he added once he’d swallowed. Another glass of wine, a couple more bites of pasta ... and then he wanted to get more comfortable with her, start satisfying that other hunger that had been growing since he’d stripped all of his clothes off. As soon as Bailey came close again, Dean reached out to skim his hand over her hip and buttock. Her skin was silky smooth under his palm, and he hummed a little as he patted her. “Don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed losin’ a bet this much,” he murmured with a low chuckle.
Bailey refilled his glass before setting the wine bottle down on the table. Her free hand slid briefly through his hair, figuring if he got to touch, so did she. "Yeah, clearly I didn't think this one through too much," she said dryly. "How was I supposed to know you were completely confident with both your body and your cooking skills?" Bailey honestly didn't mind it. The whole point had been to get him in her apartment and naked and she had managed to do that twice now. She knew herself well enough to know she would've slept with him with or without the bet, but making a wager had certainly made it more fun. "My plans for nude-based humiliation really backfired on me."
“Oh I looked completely confident?” Dean asked with a laugh. “Damn, I should’ve been an actor, missed my calling.” While he was definitely confident when it came to his body, his cooking ability was a different story. Dean was just glad that he’d planned ahead well enough not to look like an idiot or set Bailey’s kitchen on fire or something equally stupid. He didn’t mind the fingers in his hair in the slightest, taking it as an invitation to touch her some more. Dean pushed his chair back and gently pulled Bailey in to sit on his lap. They’d been naked together in the same room for too long to have so much space between them. “I’m sure you can find other ways to nude-humiliate me if you put your mind to it,” he murmured with a lopsided little grin.
"Maybe I was focusing too much on your bare ass to recognize the signs of complete and total terror," Bailey said, moving easily onto his lap. As much as she avoided getting entangled with people in general, she had to admit she did enjoy skin on skin contact when she got it. It was nice to occasionally connect to another human in a purely physical way. Since she was close enough to do it now, Bailey ducked her face down to kiss and nip at his neck, enjoying the scent of him as much as the feel. "Do you like the humiliation?" she asked with a brief grin against his skin. "Or is it strictly nude humiliation."
Dean chuckled -- he did have a nice ass, if he said so himself, and he could see how it would be distracting. Distracting like how Bailey’s mouth felt on the side of his neck, sending happy little shivers rippling through his body under the skin. She completely cleared his mind of any snappy comebacks for a moment. He smoothed his hands down over the curves of Bailey’s waist and hips, then around to caress and squeeze her ass, his body responding to the warm weight of her against his legs. “I don’t remember saying I liked any of it,” Dean murmured, his tone still light and playful. “Or I might’ve fucked up dinner more so you could laugh at me ... but if I gotta pick, doing it nude seems more fun? Knowing you were watching me was a turn on, anyway.”
"Oh, I know it was. I was watching that too," Bailey said before nipping at his earlobe. It was impossible to resist pressing herself against him, especially with his hands on her body, making her crave even more contact. Dinner was long forgotten now and Bailey was eager to get to the whole point of Dean being there. She slid her hands down his chest, her fingers grazing over his nipples. His entire body was heated and sturdy beneath hers and Bailey finally found his mouth with her own to kiss him. Talking seemed like such a waste of time at this point. He had so far been in her apartment longer than any other man had since she'd moved in, excluding her brother, so there was an urgency building in Bailey to take exactly what she wanted from him.
Dean was content to move on with their evening too, as much as he enjoyed bantering and bullshitting around. Feeling Bailey’s lips crush against his was even more fun, and Dean kissed her back with enthusiasm. His hands slipped down to her hips to pull her in tighter against his growing erection, every bit of him starting to crave pressure and friction and more of that skin-to-skin contact. He could taste the wine on her tongue and it was pretty sexy to know that he’d brought that wine for her and fed her, and now he got to satisfy another basic need for her. Dean sank into the warmth of growing arousal and let his hands roam over her smooth body.
It was exactly the kind of night she had expected and wanted. Everything felt like it was happening on her terms, probably because they were in her apartment and Dean had been cooking for her and that certainly helped Bailey to relax and enjoy it all. And enjoyment was really the only word she could use to describe what was going on right now. Because Dean's hands were heavenly on her body and his mouth intoxicating, sending fresh surges of heat between her thighs. She rubbed herself against his cock so he could feel it, well aware that they needed a condom, but seeing no reason why she couldn't tease him for a moment or two. Let him feel how wet he was making her before they had to pull apart for the whole protection interruption.
Any bare contact against his cock was delicious, and Dean moaned softly into the kiss as that slide of her hot body against him sent a tremor up his spine. It definitely felt like Bailey was enjoying herself already, and eager for more, which was exactly how Dean wanted her. It would be stupid, but it was so tempting to just adjust his hips so he slid right into her while she rocked her hips. But Bailey had been the one to fetch the condom last time, so he assumed that meant she wanted one this time too. He pushed up against all that heat to rub against her even more, not shy about showing just how eager he was for her, too. He’d been thinking about this part of the night much more than the food. “You wanna move it to the bedroom?” he asked after a moment, a little breathless.
Her mind was on a condom, but then she recalled in a very vague way that Dean had told her he'd gotten a vasectomy. She would say it was stupid to believe him, but from what she knew about Dean so far, he definitely didn't seem like the kind of guy who would lie about it just to fuck someone bare. He definitely didn't seem like the type of guy to want kids either. And his cock was right there and hard and full and her pussy throbbed just thinking about having it right there. "In a second," she breathed, shifting her hips just enough to get into place. Refusing to give it much more thought, Bailey rocked her hips forward to take him inside of her, sliding down on his length in a single move, her hands reaching behind to grip the back of the chair. Goddamn, it felt good and they could absolutely move to somewhere more comfortable, but for the moment she wanted this and she was going to take it.
There were more reasons to wrap it up than pregnancy, but Dean wasn’t too worried about STIs at the moment. Bailey seemed like a smart woman who had her shit together ... which wasn’t always a reliable metric, of course, but it was better than nothing. In any case, he didn’t do anything to stop her in the couple of seconds after he realized her intentions, and the way her body engulfed his cock sent any concerns flying out of his head. “Fuck,” Dean whispered, the word drawn out and unsteady. He clutched at Bailey’s hips as their bodies came flush together, his hardon giving a throb inside of her. Vasectomy or no, it had been a while since Dean had had sex without a condom, and he almost forgot just how good it felt every time. He held her still against him for a moment so he could adjust without embarrassing himself, kissing her again to keep her occupied.
The last thing on Bailey's mind was catching anything. She was clean and Dean had told her that he was as well, so why not? She hadn't been with many men who were snipped so it was a novelty she wanted to enjoy. Moaning into his kiss, Bailey gripped the back of the chair firmly, aware that starting to move right away would probably end this before it even began. But fuck, he felt so good inside of her and she squeezed herself around him again. Her tongue stroked along his, letting the taste and feel of him arouse her further. Once she was sure Dean wasn't about to go off prematurely, Bailey began to rock against him, slowly at first so he could get used to it. The sensations were already intoxicating and Bailey moaned again, resisting the carnal urge to fuck his brains out. She would get to do that soon enough, but she wasn't ready for it to be over just yet.
It was such an intensely pleasurable feeling, for a second Dean was sure he was going to just come way too early and ruin this whole night. He thought he had outgrown needing to jerk off before a date to keep his body settled down, but maybe not when it might involve barebacking a ridiculously sexy woman. It was something to remember for next time, if a Next Time happened. The way Bailey rocked over him squeezed his cock at such a good angle, and Dean’s breathing was already getting harder. One hand stayed on her hip while the other moved up to grope one of her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipple. Dean couldn’t move much where he was, but he couldn’t keep still either, so he pushed up deeper into Bailey every time her body met his, muffling a groan into the deep kiss.
Bailey was more than fine with the slow pace, letting Dean get used to the sensation. A shaky breath escaped her as soon as his fingers found her nipple, the stimulation sending immediate, fresh heat between her legs. Maybe starting on the chair was for the best. She could start riding him with urgency, sure, but the position felt good enough as is and Bailey moaned softly every time she felt his cock probe deeper. Needing to touch, Bailey let go of the chair to grip his shoulders briefly before her hands delved into his hair. She was starting to feel restless, like she needed to wrap herself completely around him, to get him as deep as she could.
The pleasure was building up into restlessness in Dean’s body too. He liked to relax and get ridden as much as the next guy, but all of his instincts were screaming at him to thrust and fuck and pull even more of those moans out of her. He groaned against her lips and shifted forward a bit on the chair, taking Bailey with him as his hands slid down to press against her back for support. Enjoying the pleasant little shivers that ran down his spine from her fingers in his hair, Dean pulled his mouth away from hers to kiss down Bailey’s neck and collarbone. He urged her to lean back with his body until he could catch one of her nipples in his mouth, moaning in his throat as he sucked and nibbled an d d rocked his hips harder into hers.
Despite leaning back a bit, Bailey felt in no danger of falling. Dean's hands and arms were strong and held her firmly in place. Which was fantastic because she was too caught up in the way their bodies were moving together to really worry about anything else. Her fingers curled tightly in his hair when his mouth found her nipple and Bailey jerked her hips to his, her loud moans and gasps filling the otherwise quiet apartment. Thank god the first time hadn't been a fluke. It was rare to find a casual lover in small towns like Point Pleasant, especially one that knew how to use his dick. She was already nearing that delicious peak, with Dean's hot mouth around her nipple and his cock hitting just the right spot.
Her body was so tight around him, gripping and stroking until he felt close to unraveling. The way Bailey threw her hips was the hottest fucking thing, but the angle was hard with him bent over so much. Bailey sounded like she was getting close, and every muscle in Dean’s body wanted to fuck her more. Releasing her breast, he stood up with her and shifted them so Bailey’s ass hit the edge of the table. With her weight supported, Dean grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her faster, harder. The glasses and plates rattled as they shook the table, but he couldn’t give a shit if anything broke -- all that mattered was what they were doing and the intense pleasure throbbing through his body. Soft curses fell from Dean’s lips as he fucked her for all he was worth, determined to hold back until Bailey came.
Bailey barely registered the move onto the table, even when she felt the wood under her ass. She was focused solely on fucking and the way she was thisclose to coming. Her legs wrapped around Dean's body, though she didn't grip him too tightly, wanting to make sure he could keep moving without any restriction. One hand gripped the nape of his neck, the other pressed against the tabletop for leverage. Her own curses escaped her lips, encouraging and breathless until the pleasure began to coil deep inside of her. When her orgasm finally exploded inside of her, Bailey cried out, her head falling back against her neck. Everything throbbed with an intensity that bordered on pain but fuck if it didn't feel good.
God, it was intensely hot for Dean, all of the sounds she made and the way her pussy tightened up and throbbed around him. He slowed down a little but didn’t stop, unable to get full control of his body again in the moment. Not that he was trying very hard, because it still sounded like Bailey was thoroughly enjoying his dick. Feeling her climax had pushed him dangerously close to his edge, and slowing down also pulled him back from it a bit, which was good since he didn’t really know her rules yet. They were obviously good without a condom, but did she want him to pull out? Some women he’d run into just didn’t like cum. Still working the head of his cock against her g-spot as best he could, Dean pressed a few breathy kisses against Bailey’s lips. “Can I come inside you?” he murmured, his voice strained with need.
She had no idea why it surprised her that Dean was asking, but it did. Bailey figured that most men would assume it was okay, considering they went condom-less. It was also weirdly hot that he asked, though that could have just been because his voice sounded sexy as fuck and she could tell he was right on the edge himself. Her body was overcome with post-orgasm tremors, intensified by the feel of his cock still moving inside of her. "Yeah," she breathed, finding that she wanted it probably as much as he did. There was no risk of pregnancy and she felt confident both of them were on the same page with everything else. Maybe it would make a bit of a mess, but Bailey didn't give a fuck. Her entire life was a mess, after all.
When it came to sex, it always seemed better to ask than assume, especially if he could do it in an erotic sort of way. Sometimes it was hot as hell to let someone else call the shots. Bailey’s answer was simple and not surprising, but it still made him groan deep in his throat as he picked up the speed with his thrusts again. Dean didn’t try to hold back anymore, just let his body do what it wanted, and he fucked her at a frenetic pace for a moment or two until he careened off of the edge. He couldn’t even form full curse words, just gave some low guttural cries as he pushed in deep, his cock pulsing in that warm heaven. It was always such a treat to get to fuck a woman bare, and that moment of release was a particular kind of bliss. It was over too soon like always, and Dean let out a soft ‘shit’ and a chuckle as he started to catch his breath.
Bailey gripped his shoulder tight, enjoying those last few moments of pure fucking. When Dean finished, Bailey drew in a breath, trying to resist the urge to just lay back on the table and go to sleep. At the same time, she felt rejuvenated, something great sex always did for her. Loosening her hold on him, Bailey pushed some hair back from her face before reaching behind to pick up her forgotten wine glass. She liked that his cock was still pressed inside of her, though they would have to separate here sooner than later. After taking a long drink of her wine, Bailey closed her eyes and exhaled. "Goddamn," she murmured, more than a little satisfied.
The obvious decadent enjoyment Bailey displayed as she lifted her glass made Dean grin a bit, and he dipped his head in to kiss at the side of her neck while she swallowed. That was exactly the kind of ‘treat yourself’ mentality that he liked to carry through his life. This was only round two, but he felt sure that he and Bailey were going to be perfect fuckbuddies. “Mmhmm,” he hummed his agreement as he kissed up next to her ear, pushing his relaxing cock in deeper for a moment. It was too bad they couldn’t just teleport to bed to pass out like this. Tables weren’t comfortable though, so Dean pulled back before too long, disengaging their bodies and offering Bailey a hand to help her off the table -- probably not necessary, but polite, especially since she was holding a drink. “Best bet I ever lost, no contest.”
Her skin tingled wherever his lips touched and for a brief moment, her eyelids felt heavy from how good it felt. But then Dean was pulling back and Bailey gathered herself again, taking his hand to let him help her onto the ground. Her knees were a bit weak but she managed to stay upright. "It's always nice when we both benefit," she said. And they had definitely done that. She found herself hoping he would be open to more casual get togethers, no wagers needed. It had been a long time since she'd had a regular lay and she hadn't really expected to find anyone worthwhile in this town. But go figure it would be Barrett's brother. "I'm going to clean up real quick," she said after finishing off her wine and setting the glass back on the table. "It's completely up to you, but if you want to grab the rest of that wine bottle and lounge around in bed for a while, I'm not opposed to it." It wasn't asking him to spend the night, but she didn't feel like kicking his bare ass out right away either.
Dean’s brows lifted and he made an intrigued sound, half-grinning a little. It felt like some kind of honor to be invited to stay a while -- he got the impression Bailey didn’t have a lot of tolerance for lovers who didn’t know when to leave. Dean had no real desire to spend the night, mornings could be so awkward, but he did miss cuddling, so lazing around naked for a while was appealing. “Sounds good to me,” he said, passing a hand over her ass as she started in that direction. Dean let his gaze linger on her until she was out of the room, then found a washcloth to do a bit of clean up himself over the kitchen sink. Then he grabbed the wine and both of their glasses and ambled to the bedroom, feeling rather comfortable being completely naked in a near-stranger’s home. Bailey was a sexy stranger, it was different. Dean poured them both another serving of wine and helped himself to stretching out on her bed with a contented groan.
Bailey had had to deal with guys who liked to linger too long after sex, but for the most part, she had gotten pretty good at picking the guys who seemed to want to leave as much as she wanted them to. Dean didn't seem itching to run out the door, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go when it was time. After cleaning herself up a bit in the bathroom, Bailey ran her hands through her hair and found Dean stretched out on her bed. If she was being honest with herself, it was a pretty sexy thing to look at. Placing her knee on the edge of the bed, she crawled over to where he had her wine and took it with a contented sigh before relaxing back against her pillows and the headboard. "So, do you want to make this a regular thing?" she asked, looking over at her with a raised brow. "Seems stupid not to."
Seeing as how he was currently sleeping on a couch, Bailey’s bed felt like heaven to Dean. He pulled his starfished limbs out of her way when she joined him, but stayed pretty stretched just to bask in it while he could. His eyes had been closed, but he opened them and turned his head to look up at her with a little grin. “It does seem stupid not to, huh?” he mused, as if he had to think about it for more than two seconds. Did he want to get laid by a gorgeous sexy woman on a regular basis? Who also happened to be a cop? The more time Dean spent around people who could defend him if he needed it, the better. He hadn’t gotten comfortable enough to forget that his life was in danger. “I suppose I can free up some time, pencil you in,” Dean teased, sitting up enough to reach for his own wine and take a swallow.
Bailey snickered softly before sipping from her wine glass. "Hopefully I can compete with your busy schedule." Her own schedule was all over the place, but she got the feeling if Dean was available during a time when she was free and horny, well... he'd probably make time for her. "What've you been doing in town since the last time I saw you? Just hanging around?" She knew he was still staying at his brother's house, since she heard Grady talking about it at the station a couple of days ago. But Bailey had no idea if Dean was just lounging around or what. Bailey was fine with laying in bed in silence and drinking with him for a bit, but why not ask a couple of questions?
It was all bullshit, Dean didn’t have a schedule and even if he did it would have been currently empty. He’d been decently busy back in New York, but he’d had to drop everything to run for his life. Bailey’s question just drove that point home but Dean chuckled softly to try and cover it up. “Yeah, you know ... Trying to bond with my niece before she’s way too cool for me, helping my brother out here and there on the house ... trying to figure out what I wanna do next.” There was more, of course, the shit with Rory D’Angelo was probably going to come to a head soon, but Dean couldn’t exactly talk about that. It was a little embarrassing to be this old and not have his shit straight to an outsider’s view, but it wasn’t like Bailey wanted to date him or anything. It was okay to be a loser when you were just delivering the dick, in his experience. “What about you? Any fun arrests lately?”
Bailey honestly didn't care if Dean was floundering in life. She was divorced, nearing forty and a deputy in a small ass town in Maine. Her mother was dying and her brother hunted things that crept about in the dark. She was really in no place to judge anyone else. Some people might view it differently, but Bailey definitely didn't have her shit together either. "No arrests at all lately," she admitted. "I've been called to a few domestics, but for the most part... everyone's been behaving. Which is great for the town, but makes for a really boring work day." Bailey shot Dean a smirk and lifted her wine glass in salute. "I guess you could say you were my last arrest. Even if I didn't technically book you for it."
From Dean’s perspective Bailey had her life together -- she had a job and an apartment of her own, she wasn’t sleeping on her brother’s couch with no direction. A normal functional adult. He felt like he had a long way to go before he got there, if he ever did. Maybe this was the mess that would end up killing him. It would suck for Grady and Jen to have it happen here in their hometown, but sometimes Dean thought it might honestly be a relief. He pushed that thought away for the moment, wanting to actually enjoy the rest of his life, however long it lasted. “Aw, that has been boring, huh?” he chuckled, lifting his glass again. He was only beginning to feel the effects of the wine, so he knew he would be fine to drive home later. Until then, this was kinda nice. “I’ll plan to rob a bank or something soon, give you something to do.”
Bailey huffed in amusement. "Will you let me know when you plan to do that? Not so I can arrest you, but I want to see you try to scare Mabel into giving you any money. She'd try to beat you with a roll of quarters before she gave up a dollar." Mabel had been working at the bank when Bailey was a kid and Bailey had been stunned to find the little old lady still there when she moved back to town. Apparently retirement was not in her vocabulary. "You know, someone tried to rob the bank last year? Barrett told me the guy ran right out to where the cops were waiting. Apparently Mabel refused to give him the cash and he couldn't bring himself to shoot an old woman so he bailed. Fuck, I love those stories." She sipped more of her wine. "There are plenty of other crimes to commit though, if you ever decide I need some more excitement during my work day."