"I don't know. I guess. Maybe." Bailey shrugged and settled back down onto her pillow. "Does it make me defective if I haven't? I guess there's spooning that happens in the middle of the night during sleep. But I don't remember. Those weren't really things I focused on or thought about when I was married." Her marriage had been dysfunctional, just like the rest of her life, but she didn't expect Dean, or anyone else really, to understand that. Maybe Kane, but he was in love now, so it was possible he had a different view on relationships. "C'mon," Bailey said, rolling away from Dean until her back was to him, "put the phone down and let's do this snuggle thing."
Dean wasn’t trying to judge her, it just sounded strange to him that a woman who’d been married didn’t even know if she liked to snuggle or not. But everybody was different and he’d never been married, so who knew what it was really like. “Hang on, hang on, setting an alarm,” Dean muttered and quickly did so. He set his phone on the nightstand on his side and scooted in closer to Bailey. It took him a moment to settle, his body pressed gently to the back of hers, one arm draped around her waist and the other wedged up under his pillow. In Dean’s humble opinion she fit perfectly against him, and he quickly relaxed into the warm coziness of it. He truly didn’t understand anyone who didn’t love the soft curviness of a woman.
Dean was the first man to sleep over in a really long time. And certainly the first man to do it since she moved back to Point Pleasant. Bailey was used to her space and waking up alone and she decided if she didn't like sharing her bed, Dean would also be the last man to do it. But as Dean settled in, Bailey closed her eyes and exhaled. It did feel nice to have a warm, solid form pressed up against her. She could feel his chest move with every breath. Bailey would have thought his presence would make her more alert, keep her awake for a while, but already she could feel that familiar lull to sleep start to take over. "This isn't so bad," she murmured, sounding slightly amused.
He huffed an amused little sound, his own body feeling loose and drowsy now. He always slept like a baby with a woman in his arms, especially when she had such a nice ass. Dean was glad that Bailey didn’t feel tense against him, he thought they were going to sleep nicely together. He hoped, anyway. Maybe if they did, she would invite him to stay over again, and he could sleep in a bed more often. “Told you,” Dean murmured with a smirk, even though he hadn’t. “Just don’t fart on my dick in your sleep, okay?” He grinned a little wider and gave Bailey a gentle squeeze to show he was kidding. Even if she did, it wasn’t going to be a deterrent, he knew already.
She was sleepy now, but the real test would be if she was able to stay asleep. Having another person in her apartment when she felt most vulnerable was difficult, but Bailey also recognized that she might be a touch paranoid. Dean was Barrett's brother and if he tried anything stupid, it was going to come down on him pretty hard. But she had a feeling he would behave himself, especially if he wanted this to happen again. At his words, Bailey snickered softly. "No fucking promises. Now shut up and go to sleep."
Dean had no plans to do anything but sleep and maybe cop a feel and rub his morning wood on Bailey before they got up. Her apartment was a fucking sanctuary for him these days, he wasn't going to jeopardize that for something stupid. “Yes ma'am,” Dean muttered, his grin obvious in his tone. He shifted his hand to cup her breast and nuzzled a little closer in to Bailey's hair. Even after work and vigorous sex, she still smelled so good to him. He was safe here, and comforted, and he was going to be out like a light in minutes.