Dean Barrett (oddsagainst) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2024-02-25 20:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, bailey, bailey x dean, dean |
Who: Bailey and Dean
When: night, Wednesday, July 18th
Where: Bailey's place
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete
It had been a while since someone had put a gun to Dean’s head and made him think twice about contacting the people he owed in New York. He didn’t really know if Rory Deangelo was the solution to his problem or not, if he could get out from under this metaphorical boulder hanging over his head by turning in the mob prince ... or how soon it would stop being a metaphorical boulder and turn into a real one. The only thing allowing him to sleep at night was that New York still didn’t know where he was. As far as he knew. But Dean’s nerves were fraying and he felt more trapped than ever, even with Grady’s promise to pay his debt. What if that didn’t solve it? What if they wanted to do violence to him anyway since he’d cut and run? What if his brother hated him forever for putting him in this position? It didn’t feel like there was any way to win this.
Wednesday night found him feeling restless and kind of wrung out, and in desperate need of a distraction. Dean only really knew one distraction in Point Pleasant, and while she was likely busy being a civil servant and a productive member of society, it couldn’t hurt to try, right? Otherwise he was going to be too tempted to go bar hopping on his own, and that was more and more risky these days.
Sitting on Grady’s couch -- which was still serving as his bed -- Dean tapped out a text for Bailey. hey long time no see. You busy tonight?
Bailey happened to be finished being a civil servant for the day and she was just pulling out of the station's parking lot when she received Dean's text message. She had planned on heading over to the Porch for a couple of drinks before figuring out how to spend the rest of her night. Dean's text helped with that particular decision. Since she was a good civil servant, Bailey paused at the mouth of the parking lot and typed in a response. just got off work. want to come over? It could be he needed something else, but Bailey was assuming he was looking to get laid, which was just fine with her. She hadn't had sex since the last time he'd been in her apartment and she was starting to feel a bit restless too.
It had been a couple of weeks since naked cooking in Bailey’s kitchen, and all of the fun of that night seemed to have faded into his current misery. Why did good feelings seem to disappear so much faster than bad ones? It sucked. But Bailey answered him pretty quickly, and it seemed like Dean’s timing had been good, if she was just getting off. It was probably stupid to rely on someone else to make him feel better like this, but from where he was sitting, he didn’t see very many other options. He couldn’t even get shitty drunk every single night with Jen in the house, he had to have some outlet. His insides gave a pleasant little shiver as he read Bailey’s invitation, not just at the likelihood of sex, but the company and change of scenery. Pathetic, maybe, but he needed to get out of this place for a while. yes pls ... omw now? Or do you need time?
Yes, please. Bailey's lips twitched slightly at his response. He seemed eager, but that was okay. There was really no better way to relieve some stress than sex and it had been a stressful week. She was much closer to her apartment than Dean was, assuming he was at Grady's, so she was sure she would beat him there. no time needed. see you in a few. Bailey wasn't the type to rush home and throw on some lingerie or anything - not that she even owned any - but she figured she had enough time to at least take off her uniform and make sure she smelled good for him. Maybe make him a drink, if he wanted one. She hoped he did, because she sure as shit did.
As soon as she walked in the door of her apartment she began stripping off her uniform, tossing it into the corner of her bedroom with the rest of her dirty clothes. Maybe eventually invest in a hamper. Bailey slipped on a new pair of panties and took off her bra before sliding on a t-shirt. It was comfortable and would be much easier to take off later. She ran a brush through her hair and brushed her teeth and figured that was good enough. Dean wasn't a boyfriend and she doubted he was expecting much beyond sex anyway.
Bailey shot him a quick text as she headed into the kitchen to make a couple of drinks. door is unlocked. just come in.
Dean had taken a shower earlier that day, so all he did to prepare was run a comb through his hair and swish some mouthwash around before he put on some shoes. He didn’t expect anything special from Bailey, nor did he really have it in him to give anything special in return. He just wanted some better company than himself, some lovely distraction. Bailey was pretty much the only lovely thing he had in his life at the moment, pathetic as that was. He was just in so much shit everywhere else. It might not be too much longer before Bailey found that out, and Dean really wanted to savor the time he had until that happened.
He tried to put it out of his mind on the drive over to Bailey’s place, putting on one of his sexier playlists on in the car to try and get his head in the game. Maybe everything else in his life sucked, but he had a regular hookup who was hot and fun, and she wanted to see him. That was as far into the future as he had to think. Dean parked and checked his phone, smirking faintly at Bailey’s text. He walked up to her door and rolled his shoulders before he pulled it open to step inside. “Hey hey,” he announced himself as he locked up behind him, glancing around for Bailey.
It was perfect timing as she was just finishing their drinks when she heard Dean's voice. "Hey," she called back, picking up the glasses to carry out into the living room. She was already sipping hers when she approached Dean and offered him the second glass. He looked good enough to bite, but that would come later. "Take off your shoes, stay a while." Bailey figured they could small talk for at least one drink. They didn't exactly converse much over the phone, if at all, so she had no idea what he had been up to lately and Grady wasn't one to talk about personal stuff at work.
Bailey looked comfy and delicious in just a t-shirt and her panties, and Dean had to consciously reach for the offered drink instead of her ass. He huffed a bit and toed out of his shoes then brought the glass up to his lips for a swallow. He didn’t want to look too eager or anything, but damn he wanted the alcohol to kick in already. Dean needed to relax, any way possible. He nudged his shoes off to the side of the door and ambled toward the couch with Bailey to get comfortable for a moment. He was okay with postponing the physical stuff a bit -- he rarely even really talked to anyone who wasn’t family these days. “How’s it goin’?” he started with, once they were sitting.
Bailey got comfortable on the couch near Dean, her fingers itching to start undressing him already. But they both had drinks and she was willing to finish hers before they got to the other stuff. Thanks to Dean cooking her dinner a few weeks ago, she knew they were capable of talking without it being uncomfortable or awkward. "It's going," she said with a shrug. A typical answer but she didn't have much beyond that. Her brother having a boyfriend, her mother dying and all the trauma that came with living in Point Pleasant? None of that was conversation designed to arouse. "The usual boring stuff, you know. Work, mostly. What about you? Staying out of trouble?"
Dean didn’t have a better answer himself. Pretty much everything going on in his life were things that he didn’t want to talk about, much less to the pretty police officer he was having a fling with. It was much too serious for what they had going on, and he wasn’t exactly on the right side of the law. Bailey’s question drew a little bark of a laugh out of him, and he shook his head a bit, eyes on the drink in his hand. “Uh ... yeah, you know. Doing my best,” he said, glancing over at her with a rueful smile. “Don’t imagine your work life is more boring than my brother’s ... if anything you probably need more boring.” Dean paused, then gave her a tiny grin. “Good thing I was available, I guess.”
She supposed he had a point, but Grady was the Sheriff and he had to deal with a lot more shit than she did. Point Pleasant had been behaving lately, but she was afraid to say so and jinx it. Instead she studied Dean as he spoke, taking another drink from her glass as she did so. Being a cop meant she was fairly good at reading people and it was obvious to her that Dean had something on his mind. Whether or not he wanted to talk about it, she had no idea. Bailey wasn't even sure she wanted to ask. Then again, they'd had conversations before. It wasn't like talking before sex would complicate anything. "You're in trouble, aren't you?" she asked, resting her glass on her knee. She could see it in the way he'd stared at his glass, the laugh and attempt to act casual. "This is off the record, you know. I'm not a cop right now."
Fucking cops, man. Dean shouldn’t have been surprised, he’d never been good at hiding things from his dad or his brother. Of course Bailey saw right through him -- this was why he could never actually be in the mob. Probably one of many reasons. He shook his head, the smile on his face turning slightly grim. “Nah, we’re not gonna talk about that,” Dean drawled. He didn’t care if it was off the record or not, he wasn’t ready for Bailey to look at him differently. And she would if she knew the truth, how could she not? He lifted his glass for a sip, his posture still casual even if his heart had sped up in his chest. What if she insisted on knowing? Dean didn’t want to have to get pissed and defensive, and likely spoil the whole evening. “I don’t wanna kill the mood,” he added.
Bailey wasn't going to push. If he didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to talk about it and she was fine with that. She was a cop and she wasn't his girlfriend either. It was probably for the best. She could listen, but she was pretty shit at giving advice. Not that he would necessarily ask for any, but even so. Bailey could barely have a meaningful, comfortable conversation with her own brother, let alone some guy she was sleeping with. "That's fair," Bailey said with a soft shrug of her shoulder. A smile played at her lips as she brought her glass back up to take a drink. "You did say I needed more boring, after all. But I'm hoping that's not going to carry over into my bedroom."
Dean knew his life -- his real life was anything but boring. Multiple people wanted to kill him, that would keep things lively for anyone, wouldn’t it? It was really too much excitement, and he wanted things to be more boring for him too. Maybe not as boring as they seemed on the outside, but still. Not having the death threats would be nice. He didn’t want to lay any of that on Bailey though, she might try to help him and make things worse. If she didn’t straight-up kick him out and never speak to him again for being a criminal. It was bad enough that Grady knew some of what was going on now. “Nah, that’s where the spice really belongs,” Dean said smoothly, giving Bailey a rakish grin. It was so easy to fake the charm, he’d been doing it for so long. Eventually he would feel it again, he hoped, but until then ... “Got any special, bizarre requests this time?” he asked and reached over to lightly brush his fingers against her bare knee.
Bailey laughed and reached over to set her glass down on the coffee table. "Special, bizarre requests? Are you looking for one?" She arched a brow and unfolded herself from the couch to slide over and straddle Dean's lap. If he wanted to push aside whatever was on his mind tonight, that was fine with her. Sex was generally a pretty excellent stress reliever, and god knew she could use some of that herself. "Have you got one yourself?" Her definition of bizarre may be completely different than Dean's definition, though it would have to be really strange or out there for her to be turned off by it. Honestly, just having a hot, naked guy at her mercy was usually enough to get her off. Bailey's hands moved to brush through his hair, unable to help herself.
Relieved that he could slide into a role that he was comfortable in, Dean grazed his palms up the length of Bailey’s bare thighs, relishing her softness. He couldn’t exactly immerse himself in women to distract him from his situation while he was living with his brother and niece, so seeing Bailey was always a treat. He needed this distraction, that was for sure. “Nah, just checkin’ if you wanted me in the apron again or prancing around like a hot handyman or somethin’,” he said, tilting his head back a bit to look at her with a smirk. Those weren’t really bizarre, sure, but Dean wasn’t terribly kinky by nature anyway. He loved sex, real and passionate and without all the fancy costumes and accessories. A bit of bondage could be fun sometimes, but it rarely went further than that for him. “Feel free to take your work stress out on me though,” he added in a murmur, eyes ticking down to her lips.
"I mean, I'm sure I've got some stuff around the apartment that needs fixing if you want to get naked and mess around with tools, but I think I want you right here for now," Bailey said with an amused grin before she closed the distance to kiss him properly, her hands already working up his shirt to get her hands beneath it. She already knew Dean had a nice body and she definitely knew she enjoyed touching it. They were both clearly in some need of stress relief and this had to be a healthier way of achieving it than whatever other vice came along. Bailey waited to pull back from his mouth until she had his shirt up far enough that she had to get out of the way to get it completely off. As soon as it was out of the way she went back for his lips, her fingertips already itching to explore his bare chest and abdomen. There were clearly things on his mind, and since Bailey was feeling generous tonight, she was more than happy to help him forget them.
Some joke about having the only tool that mattered ran through Dean’s head but it was lame and kissing Bailey was a far more interesting activity for his mouth. He was much better at this than any sort of handyman-ing. He sat forward a touch and lifted his arms for her to peel his shirt off, grunting as their mouths met again. Dean loved how assertive she was with this whole thing, it really took all the guesswork out of it and that was what he needed at this stupid point in his life. Somewhere he didn’t have to worry about deciding anything, the stakes were low, and it always ended in good feelings. He kissed her with a rising hunger, slipping both of his hands up under her t-shirt to return that exploring touch. Dean’s cock flexed in his jeans as his fingers grazed her nipples, teasing them into hardness.
Bailey had always liked being in control in every aspect of her life, and that included sex. She knew what she liked, so what was the point of hoping some guy could read her mind and get it right when she could just do it herself? Dean certainly didn't seem to mind it either, which she appreciated. Bailey's body arched instinctively into his touch and she moaned against his mouth from the electric stimulation. She could feel him getting hard beneath her and Bailey ground herself against his crotch before dropping her hands to the button of his jeans. It was nice to get rid of all the thoughts in her head and let the pleasure fill that space instead. Unzipping his jeans, Bailey nipped at Dean's lower lip as she slipped her hand into his jeans, eager to feel more of him.
Dean shifted his hips to help Bailey find his cock easier, a soft sound escaping him when her hand made contact. Yes, she was definitely assertive and to the point, and it felt good to Dean to hand over the reins and give her whatever she wanted. At least he could make one person happy for a few minutes. Dean pinched and rolled her nipples while they kept kissing, letting that hot dizziness quiet the mess in his mind. It felt like the only real peace he’d had in days. He groped and caressed Bailey’s chest, then let one hand slip down to get underneath the fabric of her underwear. If she was touching him, he wanted to touch her too. Dean twisted his wrist and brushed his fingers against her pussy to lightly explore.
Having his hands on her body was just as relaxing as having another drink or three. Stress from her family and her job seemed to slip right out of her mind, replaced by a distraction that was a hell of a lot more pleasurable. Dean's probing fingers drew a soft noise from Bailey's lips and her grip on his cock tightened for a brief moment. It was tempting to just shift on her knees and get his cock inside of her right then and there, but Bailey didn't want her body's impatience to rush things. It was nice being touched and feeling desired and aroused, especially when most of her day was feeling shitty or irritated or, on occasion, depressed. "Want to go to my room?" she murmured against Dean's mouth, moving her hips gently to encourage more movement from his fingers.
It was such a subtly sexy reaction, Dean didn’t need much encouragement to stroke her with more pressure and purpose. He loved feeling a woman’s arousal grow against his fingers, or his mouth. He suddenly wanted her to sit on his face so he could just get lost between her legs for a while. Which was much easier to do on a bed than a couch, so he nodded, already a bit breathless. “Lead the way,” he whispered to her, quirking a tiny smile. She had him kind of stuck on the couch at the moment, and he wasn’t familiar enough with her apartment yet to just pick her up and carry her anyway. Bailey didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would enjoy that anyway. Just to tease her and make it a little more difficult, he slipped one finger into her pussy with a soft grunt.
Of course it was harder to move with his finger pushing inside of her, so Bailey didn't...at least not right away. There was nothing wrong with wanting to enjoy that sensation for a moment, and she squeezed her pussy around his digit while pressing her mouth to his, kissing him deeply for a moment even as a moan formed in her throat. But then it felt like she would go mad if she didn't get him completely naked and pressed fully against her body, so Bailey reluctantly pulled back from him to climb off of his lap. She took his hand to give him a slight tug, and when he stood, she led him down the hall to her bedroom. Bailey was more than a little eager to immerse herself in the heat she knew Dean could give her. Shutting off her brain and enjoying a satisfactory fuck was all she wanted tonight. As soon as they were in her room, Bailey got rid of her t-shirt, letting it fall to the floor before she began to work his jeans down. And because she wanted to, Bailey lowered herself to her knees to take Dean's cock into her mouth as soon as his jeans were out of the way. He had such a lovely body and Bailey was thankful again that she managed to find someone eager to get laid without all the bullshit strings that sometimes came attached to sex.
Dean was happy enough to be led into Bailey’s bedroom, equally thrilled that this whole thing didn’t have any expectations with it. Besides putting effort into making her come, of course. He couldn’t really offer her -- or anybody else for that matter -- anything more, and Dean was relieved not to have to explain that to Bailey. At least not yet. Who knew how things would go, he’d had some women he was sure were just casual things turn it around on him and make it not so casual. Bailey didn’t seem like that sort of obsessive woman, but he didn’t know her terribly well. But he wouldn’t worry about that shit until it started to happen. At the moment he was totally preoccupied with what Bailey was doing to him. Dean breathed out a soft curse as she eagerly wrapped her lips around his cock, his fingers delving into Bailey’s short hair. She sucked him like she owned him, like he was just a plaything for her own wants, and he liked that feeling, temporary as it was. He stroked her hair and face, his jaw slack as he watched what she was doing, pleasure-tremors already starting in his body.
Bailey had been called a lot of things over the years, but obsessive was not one of them. Dean had nothing to worry about and she knew she didn't either. He was hot, good in bed and everything about him screamed Casual. It was kind of strange to remember he was the Sheriff's brother. They had the physical resemblance, but that seemed to be it. At least from what she knew of Dean so far, which admittedly, wasn't much. But Bailey had seen what Feelings did to her brother and she sure as hell didn't want to go down that road again. But this? This she could do. The deeper she took Dean's cock into her mouth, the more aroused Bailey found herself. She moaned, her hands gliding up and around his thighs, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. He felt, and tasted, amazing to her and Bailey sucked him harder, one hand slipping between his legs to cup his balls and squeeze gently.
Enthusiasm meant everything when it came to giving head, and Bailey really seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. It amped the pleasure up quickly, and his balls drew up tighter under Bailey’s touch. Dean had no feelings here and no qualms about their absence -- they both knew what this was, it was just fun. He just happened to be pretty desperate for anything to distract him from his life situation, and Bailey was perfectly filling that hole for him. No pun intended. She didn’t need to know just how much he appreciated it and why. “Fuck yeah,” Dean groaned, drawing the words out with relish. He stared down at her face and how his cock slid between her pretty lips. He wasn’t in any rush to stop her, enjoying the show and the rare feeling of someone taking care of his needs. It was being pampered in a way, and he didn’t get that anywhere else.
What was the point of having sex without enthusiasm? She wasn't going to fuck anyone unless she wanted it. Sure, she had moments when she was probably a selfish lover, but even if she didn't feel much for the guy, she still wanted it to be good for both of them. It made it better somehow. Bailey moaned her agreement around his cock and took him in deeper to the back of her throat. God, he had a nice cock. Even better was that he knew how to use it, so yes, she was willing to appreciate him a bit more tonight, making a little show of how much she enjoyed it. Bailey opened her eyes to peer up at him, sucking firmly down his shaft to the tip. Her body was already throbbing with a deep seated need and she slipped her free hand between her legs, just to tease herself a little as she worked Dean's cock with her mouth.
Dean melted a little when she looked up at him. It was a view straight out of a porno, and Bailey was so hot, he would've paid to watch this, so it was kind of amazing to be in it. Not many women would take that as a compliment though, so he kept it to himself. Instead Dean sucked a breath in through his teeth and tilted his head a bit to see what she was doing with her hand. He didn't have a good angle from up there, but he saw enough to make his cock throb against her tongue. "Does this make you wet?” he murmured down to her. Maybe that was why she was touching herself, or maybe she was trying to get herself there, but Dean wanted to think it was the former. His ego needed it at the moment. He stroked his hand through Bailey's hair, clenching his fingers a little.
Bailey definitely didn't need much help getting herself aroused. She had been good to go since Dean sat down on her couch, if she was being honest with herself. It just felt good to make herself feel good while she was making him feel good. She was slick against her fingers and every brush of her clit made Bailey shiver. It certainly encouraged the enthusiasm she felt with Dean's cock between her lips. Rather than answer his question verbally, or with a nod of her head, Bailey sucked his cock back to the tip and replaced her mouth with the hand that had been between her legs. She stroked her juices firmly along his length, so he could feel just how wet it had made her.
Another soft curse fell from Dean’s lips as he felt the hot wetness on Bailey’s fingers. Like most guys, he thoroughly enjoyed knowing that what they were doing was turning her on. And what a way to communicate that to him. Dean’s balls throbbed dangerously and he shivered, letting it go on for another handful of seconds before he had to pull back, his grip tightening in Bailey’s hair to keep her from following. “Fuck ... you’re too good at that,” Dean muttered with a sheepish little smile. He released her hair and offered her the hand up instead. “C’mon, up on the bed, I gotta taste you, before you make me embarrass myself.”
Bailey would have happily taken him back into her mouth, but Dean was helping her to her feet and she wasn't going to say no to getting head herself, especially since she knew from experience that Dean knew what to do with his mouth. Thank god he wasn't one of those men eager to receive but never reciprocate. Selfish dickheads. Licking her lips, Bailey got comfortable on her bed, her hands still itching to touch him. She knew it was shallow as fuck, but he did have a gorgeous body and she had no qualms about actively enjoying every inch of it. One hand squeezed her breast as she watched Dean, her breathing soft but shallow. She doubted it was going to take a lot of effort to get her to come.
It was one of those things that could never be said out loud, but sometimes Dean found being so attractive really annoying. It made him so much more visible than he often wanted to be, especially when he was in a bind like he was now. But in a lovely woman's bedroom, both of them naked and horny, it was pretty delightful to be looked at like a mouthwatering hunk of meat. That feeling kept him putting hours in at the gym, even when it would probably behoove him to let himself go and become a shlubbier Dean. He stared back at Bailey as he approached the bed, one hand gliding over his cock almost absently. He leaned in and reached for her panties to tug them off, then pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. Dean knelt on the carpet and pushed Bailey's legs further apart. He just slow-kissed her thighs and mound at first, then groaned faintly at that first indulgent lick.
Bailey didn't like to think of herself as being too shallow but obviously, she was going to appreciate a nice body when she saw one. Even better if that nice body was in her bed. Dean had shown up at just the right time, despite the fact that he was Barrett's brother. He was hot, had a nice cock and wasn't looking for anything more than this. Oh, and he gave good head too. It was as if Christmas had come early for Bailey. She watched him between her legs for a moment until his tongue drew a shaky breath from her lips and her eyelids grew heavy. She ran a hand through his hair and licked her lips. Sharp sparks of heat began to spread throughout her body, which wasn't all that surprising considering she'd already been horribly aroused by the time Dean took her panties off. But Bailey didn't close her eyes just yet. She wanted to watch everything he did, because the sight of it was just as erotic as the physical sensation.
Dean definitely appreciated a hot woman just as much as the other way around, he didn’t think it was shallow, it was just human nature. He didn’t really mind playing the role of a convenient lay, just someone to have fun with on occasion. Dean didn’t have anything else to give, nor was he in a position where he wanted anyone digging into him and his life, he was such a disaster. So he fell into that “fun guy” headspace as best he could, engrossing himself in what he was doing to Bailey’s body and how she reacted to it all. He held the backs of her thighs as he explored her with his tongue and lips, sucking gently here and there, hunting for the best spots. Her fingers felt good in his hair, and Dean’s cock bobbed a bit between his thighs, eager for more attention. He could be patient though, he loved pleasing a woman too. He glanced up at her a couple of times, further aroused to catch her looking at him, and Dean put a bit more pressure into it, moaning softly as he flicked and sucked at her clit.
Bailey knew these kinds of "relationships" rarely worked out because feelings always got involved, but she felt pretty confident that she and Dean were on the same page and would stay there. She had nothing to give beyond this either and even if she did, she wasn't sure she'd want to. Feelings made idiots of people, her brother being the prime example, and Bailey had no desire to end up in his shoes. She wanted to stay right here, in her own bed, with her thighs splayed open and a hot guy between them. Dean knew exactly what to do with his mouth and while Bailey loved watching him, her eyelids were growing heavier with each flick of his tongue against her clit. Pleasure was tightening deliciously in her core and Bailey lifted her hips gently against his mouth as low moans began to form in her throat. "Right there," she murmured, feeling a bit breathless as her eyes finally fell shut and she let herself sink into that blissful cloud.
Dean had a lot of feelings these days, and none of them were romantic. He didn’t have the time or the space in his brain for that -- too much of it was filled with anxiety and terror for his life, and the lives of his family. He could barely rally enough to be a fuckboy for Bailey, he was miles away from trying to start any kind of relationship beyond this. She’d made no indication that she wanted anything more, which was a good sign for Dean, he just hoped that shit didn’t get bad enough for him that he couldn’t even do this anymore ... and that if someone did end up murdering him, neither Bailey nor Grady had to be the one to find his body. Dean did his best to let everything else go and stay in the moment where he was safe and aroused and warm between a set of beautiful thighs. Dean followed Bailey’s cues and the way she rocked up into his mouth, his fingers gripping her a bit tighter as he tried to give her as much pleasure as he could.
With her mind completely wiped of coherent thought, Bailey moaned and ran her hands restlessly through Dean's hair. His tongue was masterful and she could feel her toes curling as the heat built rapidly. They had only slept together a handful of times so far, but he seemed to know how to read her body, which was a rarity when it came to lovers. Bailey tended to take what she wanted, or say what she wanted, but so far, she hadn't had to do that much with Dean. It was so tempting to just let go and let him wring as many orgasms out of her that she could get with his mouth, but Bailey was suddenly feeling desperate for his cock. "C'mere," she breathed, releasing his hair to push at his shoulder. "Fuck me."
She didn’t have to tell him twice. Dean moaned and flicked Bailey’s clit one more time before he pulled back. Putting a condom on briefly crossed his mind, but they hadn’t bothered the last time, so it was safe to assume she didn’t care this time either. He crawled up onto the bed, bracing himself on one forearm at her side while he gripped the base of his cock with the other. Dean lined their bodies up and rolled his hips forward, sliding into Bailey in one long thrust. He groaned deep in his throat at how divine that felt, and tucked his face into her neck. Dean pulled his hand out from between them and pressed his body in close, pumping his hips in a few slow thrusts just to relish that tight sensation. Finally there was nothing else in his head but this, and it felt so damn good.
Bailey arched slightly beneath Dean, drawing him in as deep as she could as a moan escaped her. While she didn't have much use for men beyond this, she had to admit that first thrust was one of the best feelings, especially after everything else had been feeling so shitty. She certainly had her vices, but sex was by far the most pleasurable, even if that pleasure was temporary. But then, most good things were temporary, weren't they? Running her hands over his back, Bailey nipped lightly at Dean's earlobe, drawing her knees up a bit higher just to feel him press more firmly against her.
Everything was temporary, the bad shit just seemed to hold on tighter for longer. Dean tried to inject as much pleasure and fun into his life as he could, well aware that so much of the rest of it sucked ... but that had gotten harder as the hole he was in got deeper. The fun in his life had narrowed to pretty much just this ... not that sex with Bailey was anything but fantastic, but just getting laid once every few weeks was not much to keep a man going. Part of him felt the performance pressure to make sure he gave her a good fuck each time too, so she kept inviting him back. He needed this. Dean breathed heavy into the crook of Bailey’s neck as he kept moving, keeping the pace slow and indulgent for a few more moments, trying to lose himself in the pleasure and nothing else. Eventually his bodily instincts took more of the reins and his hips sped up a bit, driving his cock deep with every thrust.
While Bailey knew Dean had some shit going on in his life, she was blissfully unaware of what it was, simply because he didn't want to talk about it. And that was fine with her. It wasn't that Bailey didn't like talking to Dean, because she did, but being a cop, she didn't want to get sucked into something that might cause her some mental conflict. She got enough of that with Kane. Besides, if Barrett's brother was having problems, who better to help out than the Sheriff? Probably. None of that mattered right now anyway and Dean's issues weren't exactly at the forefront of her mind. Panting softly, Bailey closed her eyes and moved her hips to Dean's, dragging her nails firmly down his back. His breath was hot against her skin and she could already feel that pulsing pleasure in her core beginning to build again.
If Dean could just do this for the rest of his life ... he honestly didn’t know how he could fuck it up. Why hadn’t he become a gigolo instead of a bad gambler? Maybe that ought to be his new path in life. Bailey didn’t need to pay for sex, obviously, but there had to be other women out there who would ... were those really the ones he would want to fuck though? Dean didn’t know. He just knew he had to get himself out of this somehow, before it all ended in his untimely demise. He felt far more alive in the moment than he had in days, Bailey’s nails sending waves of goosebumps across his back. Dean groaned as he pumped into her harder, pleasure drawing his balls up tight. He loved the way she thrust back at him, how it felt when his thighs hit her ass, that sexy-secure feeling of her legs locked around him ... it was getting more challenging to hold back, but he could feel the way her pussy squeezed him tighter and he knew he could probably make her come again. Dean wanted to.
If she could have sex as often as she could have a drink, Bailey would probably get rid of the liquor completely. As it was, sex was something of a novelty when it came to washing away the bad days so she would take it when she could get it—a no-hangover cure for all the shit that happened in this town. The harder Dean thrust into her body, the louder Bailey's moans became. She was desperate for that rush of release, to let go of everything plaguing her mind, even for a few moments. Bailey buried her face against Dean's neck, biting gently into his flesh, her fingertips curling into the small of his back above his ass. When her orgasm hit, Bailey cried out, tightening her legs around Dean as she pulsed rhythmically around his cock.
He gasped out a curse as Bailey’s climax began, his own pleasure ramping up as her body clenched and fluttered around his driving cock. Dean couldn’t hold on through all of it, that hot full feeling in his balls got to be too much too fast, but he thought that was okay. Bailey had gotten off twice now, so he didn’t think she would be too disappointed ... and the night was still young, he might get a second wind if she wanted more. As it was, he fell over the edge into temporary bliss, groaning helplessly next to Bailey’s ear as he shuddered above her. It felt so goddamn good to just block everything out for those few seconds and get lost in his body feeling the best it ever did. It was all over too soon as usual, but Dean stayed put for a few moments so they could catch their breath and enjoy the little pleasure-aftershocks.
Dean's orgasm only intensified Bailey's and she clung to him, panting as her body pulsed violently around his cock. Fuck, but it felt good. So good. It was the kind of release she had been craving and as those sharp sensations began to dull, Bailey relaxed beneath Dean, her legs loosening from around his hips. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and she brought her hands up to cup his face, drawing his mouth to hers. Still catching her breath, Bailey couldn't make it a long, lingering kiss, but she wanted to taste him anyway.
He kissed her back through his own harsh breaths, grunting softly against Bailey’s lips as another shiver of pleasure ran through him. There really was no feeling like a bare climax, Dean was pretty sure no other physical sensation could top it. It was probably the most emotionally fulfilled he was going to feel too, in spite of that sense of lonely emptiness lurking around the edges. It was just a relief, and he wasn’t getting much of that anymore. That sense faded though, like all good things, and once it seemed like time he carefully pulled out and away from Bailey to roll over onto his side next to her. He brought an arm up to wipe sweat off of his brow and let out a long sigh. “I needed that,” he muttered.
As soon as Dean rolled away from her body, Bailey stretched and brushed her hair back from her face, humming in satisfaction before she completely relaxed. It sucked that he was going through something right now, but if she got laid because of it, Bailey wasn't exactly going to feel too bad about it. "Yeah, me too," she said, resting a hand on her stomach as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Probably for different reasons, but, stress is stress, right?"
“Stress is stress,” Dean agreed in a murmur. His lids were heavy as he gazed at Bailey’s ceiling. It was tempting to just close his eyes and drift off for a while, but he wasn’t sure if she would be okay with that. They’d only knocked boots a few times, and fuckbuddies who got too comfortable too fast could be a real turn off. Still, part of him longed to spend the night, to sleep in a bed again and wake up next to a woman, to feel normal for twelve hours or so. Dean knew better than to ask. He didn’t try to make chit chat while he laid there, just listened to her breathing and idly hoped she wouldn’t kick him out immediately.
Bailey didn't feel the need to scratch that old familiar itch to get Dean up and moving. She felt sated and relaxed and she would be lying if she said she wasn't hoping for another round later. But inviting Dean to stay the entire night felt weird and she didn't want him reading into it or taking it the wrong way. If he did, she probably wouldn't hear from him again and she would have to go back to solely pleasuring herself. While Bailey wasn't exactly tired, she did want a cigarette, so she sat up and slipped out of bed, finding a t-shirt on the floor to pull it on. "I'm going to go have a smoke," she told him, not bothering with panties. Why bother if she was hoping to get Dean going again in a bit. "Help yourself if you get thirsty or whatever."
He lifted his head to look at her when she got off of the bed, then grunted a bit of thanks. How was she so hot in just an old t-shirt and nothing else? Women were magic. Dean watched Bailey go, then lingered in her bed for a couple of minutes before he stretched indulgently. With a groan, he rolled to the edge of the bed to stand up. Dean shuffled to the bathroom to use the toilet and wash up. He helped himself to some of her mouthwash, then ambled his way to the kitchen. He didn’t bother with any underwear, especially since he’d already cooked a meal naked in there. Dean helped himself to a bit of orange juice. There wasn’t a lot in Bailey’s fridge, but he was glad she had more than water and old milk. It looked a bit like a bachelor’s kitchen, but that wasn’t shocking, she was a cop and all.
Bailey could see the kitchen from her back patio and she leaned casually back against the railing, smoking as she watched Dean wander into it. He was still naked, which was a good sign that he planned to stick around for a while. At least she hoped he was. The company was nice. Bailey had very few friends and her brother was obviously preoccupied with his new boyfriend now. God, Dean had a nice body. It still blew her mind that he was Barrett’s brother. Not that Grady wasn’t attractive, but he was a colleague and Bailey had always had some sort of mental block on finding her co-workers desirable. Especially her superiors. Bailey smirked to herself and finished her cigarette before heading back inside. She could do with some water herself. “You going to stick around for a bit?” she asked, opening the cabinet to grab a glass.
Dean had leaned a hip against the counter while he drank the OJ, a bit relieved when Bailey came back. He never felt fully relaxed in other people’s homes on his own, like he would accidentally break something or steal something without meaning to or something. But there she was again in her t-shirt, giving him a peek of her asscheeks as she reached up into the cabinet. The question was a bit of a relief -- at least he wouldn’t have to try to feel her out and guess what she wanted him to do. “Uh yeah, if you don’t mind,” Dean answered, watching her expression just in case she did mind. Though Bailey was the type of woman who would just tell him to get lost if she didn’t want him around. “If you want me to hang around, I mean. ... both of those sounded pretty pathetic.” Dean gave a sheepish chuckle.
Bailey filled up the water glass and then leaned against the counter, facing Dean. He was right that if she minded, she would say so. She couldn't even remember the last time a lover had stayed the night. And this didn't mean Dean would actually stay. He might leave in a bit, or in the middle of the night. While there was the all too familiar urge to nudge him out the door, Bailey also wondered how it might feel to wake up with a solid, warm body next to hers, instead of waking up alone. It didn't mean anything. It was just another form of dealing with the stresses of her life. Chuckling softly, Bailey sipped from her glass before shrugging one shoulder. "Not pathetic. I don't mind and yeah, I'd like it if you hung around." She arched a brow, barely suppressing a smirk. It was impossible not to tease him a little. "If you want to hang around, I mean..."
He wasn’t in any kind of shape to be looking for a meaningful relationship ... but some mutually beneficial understanding wasn’t out of the question. Dean just wanted some relief from the rest of his life, and Bailey seemed in a good position to give it. If she didn’t mind him loitering longer in her apartment, even if it was just so he could fuck her again, he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Hell, she’d even said she would like it if he did, though that part might have been a joke, Dean couldn’t tell. She was hard to read sometimes. “I mean, I’d be an idiot not to,” he answered with a little huff, giving her a meaningful glance-over. Dean set his juice aside and moved in closer to Bailey, his hands slipping under her big t-shirt to touch her hips. “I’ll try to be a good guest ... make it worth your while ...” he murmured as he dipped in closer to nuzzle the side of her neck.
Mutually beneficial was right up Bailey's alley. They were already getting physical satisfaction from the other and she enjoyed his company well enough. And if it got to the point where she told him to get lost, she was fairly certain Dean would do so without argument or hurt feelings. Not that she had any desire to tell him to get lost at the moment, not with the way he was crowding her with his body and touching her skin. Bailey managed to set the glass of water on the counter beside her so she could smooth both hands down his chest. "Yeah?" Bailey asked, her lips twitching as her fingers brushed over his hips and down to caress his thighs. "What're you going to do? Wash the dishes... fold my laundry?"
Dean enjoyed the way she touched him back -- usually he was the one doing the groping, a lot of women didn’t help themselves the way Bailey did. As a man who didn’t have a lot going for him, feeling hot and desired was nice. Dean didn’t think he could act as just a piece of man-meat long term, but it worked for now, in this arrangement that didn’t mean anything. Meaning or no, Bailey’s hands sure did make his skin tingle with anticipation. He brought one hand up to cup the side of her neck, thumb brushing along the line of her jaw, and nibbled lightly on her skin as he hummed. “Not what I had in mind,” he breathed, reaching around with the other hand to caress her ass. “Maybe more ... clean out your pipes?” Dean couldn’t help but snicker a bit.
His lips were leaving sparks of heat in their wake and Bailey could feel a fresh surge of arousal beginning to throb between her legs. Silly, really, how quickly her body responded to him, but she supposed that was the mark of a good lover. Bailey was sure she would get bored with him rather quickly if it took him a while to get her blood pumping hot. But it felt good to be touched and kissed and nibbled on. Bailey had a very unsexy job and a very unsexy life, and this made her feel sexy. His joke prompted a soft, quick laugh from her lips and she curled her fingers around his cock, squeezing for a moment before her thumb massaged the tip. "I feel like there's a joke here somewhere about cleaning out your pipe." Why, yes, she was a mature adult woman with a very important job, thank you very much.
Dean huffed through his nose, also a very mature adult. Oh well, sex could be pretty funny at any age, in his opinion. It probably got progressively more absurd and hilarious the older you got, in fact. "I'm embarrassed to admit I've never known which end was supposed to be the pipe,” he murmured as he nuzzled her. He could see it working both ways, a pipe was phallic but also a tube that could be penetrated, so that particular innuendo had always confused him a little. Not that it mattered, especially not with Bailey's hand on his dick. He felt himself thicken in her grip, sweet pleasure throbbing deeper in his core. Dean kissed his way up to Bailey's earlobe to nibble on it while his hand slipped down to tease one of her nipples through her t-shirt. He kind of liked being naked while she wasn't, and the way she groped him, like she felt entitled to his cock.
Bailey felt entitled to very little in her life, but she absolutely felt well within her rights to help herself to Dean's body. That's what he was here for, after all. And Bailey was more than happy to give him her body, too. His hand on her breast prompted her nipples to pull tight and intensified the ache between her legs. But Bailey couldn't help the way her lips curved at the tickling sensation caused by his mouth on her ear. The competing sensations sent a shiver down her spine, and Bailey turned her face to catch his mouth in a kiss, her fingers stroking his hardening cock between their bodies. She also enjoyed that she was at least partly dressed while he wasn't. It reminded her of when he cooked naked in her kitchen. A man confident in his body was sexy as hell, in Bailey's opinion.
He felt her nipple get hard under his fingers, and Dean pinched at it teasingly, gentle at first and then a little harder once their mouths met. He kissed her back with hunger, the slide of her soft hand over him getting him rock hard in a matter of seconds. Dean made a deep sound into Bailey’s mouth and let his hand drop down to pull the front of Bailey’s shirt up. His other palm on her bare ass, he slipped his fingers between her legs to pleasure her back, a little shiver running up his spine at how warm she was. He wanted to be inside of her again, immediately, but there was no reason to rush and the tease felt good too. Two could play at that game. Dean rubbed at her slick pussy, fully aware some of that slickness had come from him, the pads of his fingers swirling around her clit, intent on making her just as hungry as he was starting to feel.
The slow burn of arousal seemed to ignite rather quickly into a flame as Dean's fingers found her clit. Bailey's knees felt weaker now, but she stayed upright against the counter behind her. Releasing a moan into his mouth, Bailey rocked against his hand, eager for more. She didn't forget about him though, and her hand slipped down to cup and squeeze his balls before returning to stroke his cock firmly up to the tip. Since he had been planning to stay, Bailey had, of course, been expecting more of this, and she was thrilled that she would get it sooner than later. The more he massaged her clit, the crazier Bailey began to feel, and she had to pull her mouth from his to breathe in, cursing softly as her head fell back, the pleasure swirling hotly in her core.
It wasn’t too late at night, so this could be round two of a dozen as far as Dean was concerned. That was probably ambitious, but still, he was willing to drown them both in as much pleasure as they could stand until they were ready to pass out together. If Bailey was down to fool around in the kitchen, Dean definitely wasn’t going to deny her. When her head fell back he just took his lips down her jaw to her neck, kissing and sucking here and there for a moment before he curled his wrist and slid two fingers up into Bailey’s body. Dean groaned softly against her skin, his cock flexing in her grip with that needy impatience that felt nice to ignore for a little while. He nipped at her throat before he lifted his head again. “Wanna turn around?” he breathed.
Bailey was generally open to fooling around just about anywhere, if the mood struck. And the mood had definitely struck here in the kitchen. It was Dean's fault, really, for walking around her apartment naked. How was she supposed to resist that? Dean's lips left behind another trail of heat along her skin, but she had barely caught her breath before his fingers were inside of her. Her toes curled against the linoleum floor and her pussy squeezed around his fingers. "Fuck," she breathed, tempted, for just a moment, to tell him just to use his fingers to get her there. But she wanted more than that and given how hard he was in her palm, he wanted it too. Panting softly, Bailey nodded, waiting until he had removed his hand before she turned to lean over the counter, tugging her t-shirt up over her hips. Her apartment was small enough that she was willing to bet they could fuck in just about every room before he left. That was a nice, ambitious plan to have tonight. Much better than her initial plan of getting drunk and passing out.
Dean shuffled into place behind her, planting his feet wider to get himself at the right height, one hand moving to smooth over the curve of her ass. He took hold of his cock and pulled her closer by the hip so he could line their bodies up. A low moan fell from Dean’s lips as he rubbed the tip of himself against her pussy just to spread her wetness around on both of them. Fuck, it was so hot, in every possible way. Dean loved having an adventurous fuckbuddy, it seemed so much easier to indulge in fun filth with someone casual than it was in a real relationship. Not that he’d had many of those. He rolled his hips forward to thrust into her in one quick motion, and it felt so natural to bring his hand down on Bailey’s asscheek once he was fully buried in her. It made a satisfying crack and stung his palm a little. “Fuck,” Dean hissed, grinding against her ass.
Bailey's loud moan filled the small kitchen as soon as Dean thrust inside of her. It hadn't been too long since she'd had a pretty damn great orgasm, but it was like her body was already wired and ready for another. The sting of his palm on her skin only intensified her arousal, that delicious line between pain and pleasure growing ever thinner. Bailey pushed her ass back against Dean to feel him even deeper, enjoying the way he didn't immediately start fucking her, but allowing them both to revel in the sensation. Soft noises of pleasure and need escaped her lips, and she reached back with one hand to grip his hip, wanting to touch him as much as she could in her position.
It was so animal-hot to be balls deep in a woman in her kitchen, especially when she was still half dressed. Dean didn’t intellectually get why that made a difference, but his body did, and for a second he thought he might come just from the deep grinding and how Bailey’s ass looked pressed up against his hips. Her body clung to his, hot and just as tight as it had been earlier, and the idea of filling her up all over again made his core tingle deliciously. He smoothed his hands over her ass and hips before he found the grip he wanted, then pulled back for another sharp thrust, then another. Dean grunted deep in his chest as he found an indulgent slow rhythm, greedy for every bit of pleasure they could wring out of one another.
Pleasure rippled through her body as Dean's hips found just the right pace and Bailey closed her eyes to let the pulsing sensations carry away all remaining coherent thought. This town had so many bad memories and so much bullshit piled on her plate daily that she thought it was about time it delivered something good to her door. And Dean was good. There was something to having a warm, willing body around when she wanted one. Not to mention that even though it hadn't happened a lot yet, Bailey was getting used to having a naked Dean in her kitchen. A moan fell from her lips with every thrust of his cock and she was sure to push back to meet every single one, pressing her ass into him to take him deep every time. Bailey was in no hurry at the moment, but she was more than happy to follow Dean's lead.
The way she pushed back into it made Dean's balls ache with fullness, in spite of this being their second round of the night. She was just so stupidly hot, he felt really lucky to stumble on a fuckbuddy he had such good chemistry with. Dean had been through his fair share of lackluster hookups. This thing with Bailey definitely wasn't one of them. He stayed in that rhythm for as long as his body could stand it, only picking up the pace when that instinctive impatience got too strong. A soft curse fell from Dean's lips as he started to fuck her harder and faster, both hands still gripping her hips. The way she was squeezing his cock was intoxicating, both physically and from knowing he was making her feel that good. Dean wanted to feel her come again, and it sounded and felt like it was going to happen.
Their bodies seemed to be in sync because Bailey had begun to crave more just as Dean's body began to thrust harder against her. "Fuck," she breathed, palms pressed to the counter now for leverage. His cock was hitting just the right spot and she moved with him for a moment before one hand slipped down between their bodies. She began to rub her clit furiously, the extra stimulation drawing sharper cries from her lips. Her entire body felt tight and hot and aching, but if bodies were made for doing this for the entire night, she would have gladly stayed exactly in that position. Bailey lost herself in the physical sensations, listening to the slapping of skin, the way Dean breathed and groaned behind her. Bailey was pretty sure men would do it anywhere with anyone, but it still was something of an ego boost to be the one to draw those sounds from him. As the pleasure began to intensify, Bailey clenched her eyes shut, her fingers moving desperately over her clit until her orgasm slammed into her, teetering on the line between pleasure and pain, but it still felt so damn good and she moaned his name as it took her over completely.
It was too good for Dean to hold out against -- the way Bailey’s pussy tightened around him, all of the throbbing, the sounds she made and how it felt to hear his name like that ... fuck. His balls drew up tight as he kept fucking her through her orgasm, his body completely in control now. Dean couldn’t even slow down much, it all felt too goddamn good. “Fuck, m’gonna --” he started to warn her, but then he was there, bowled over by pleasure. Dean’s hips slammed into her desperately as his cock pulsed inside of her, his whole body feeling unsteady all of the sudden. It was bliss all over again, always too brief. Once they had both peaked and started to come down, Dean slowed to a stop, panting as he stroked Bailey’s lower back a bit. He wished they could just fall sideways into a bed and pass out just like that, but he knew she wasn’t in the most comfortable position, so he didn’t linger too long, pulling out so Bailey could straighten up. “Oh my god,” he groaned contently, leaning against the opposite counter as he ran his hands through his damp hair.
Bailey was still riding high on her own orgasm when Dean began to come himself. Every thrust drew a sharp breath from her lips as her body throbbed with renewed intensity. And then it was over and he had pulled away and she stayed where she was for a moment, her forehead resting on her arms folded now on top of the kitchen counter. Obviously Bailey enjoyed adventurous sex and fucking wherever the mood struck her, but damn, when it was over she wished she had stuck to her bed, if only to stretch out and immediately relax. With a moan of her own, she pushed herself up, her t-shirt falling back down over her hips. She made a hum of agreement in her throat before reaching for her water to down the rest of it. When she finished, she set it in her sink and walked past Dean, running her hand over his abdomen. "Coming?" Bailey was definitely going to stretch out in her bed now, after cleaning up a bit in the bathroom and she had a feeling he would probably want to join her.
It wasn’t like Dean could just walk out in the state he was in, so he didn’t hesitate to follow Bailey. He didn’t even really know where his clothes were at the moment, his brain as dopey as his body felt as they shuffled to the bathroom. Dean gave her room to wash up first, then moved to the sink to start cleaning up, vaguely glad he was tall enough to not need the shower to wash his junk. He made sure to get all the water off of the counter, all the while feeling like he ought to be saying something, making small talk, but he couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. Bailey didn’t seem chatty either, and he was a little relieved when she left the bathroom ahead of him. Dean scrubbed some cold water on his face, rinsed his mouth out, and tried to fight off the dread of knowing he had to go back to his own life soon, to all the paranoia and shame of living on his brother’s couch. Having this kind of fun was great, but it always ended and that part sucked. He moved to sit down on the edge of Bailey’s bed, glancing around the floor for his clothes.
Bailey didn't mind the silence. Preferred it, even. She would much rather people be quiet than attempt weird small talk if they didn't have anything worthwhile to say. She was already in bed, checking her phone messages, when Dean returned. Lowering her phone to her chest, Bailey watched him for a moment. He looked fine, completely normal in fact, but for the slight tension she could see in his shoulders. "You want to stay the night?" she asked, not entirely sure he would say yes, and it would be fine if he preferred to return to his brother's house. Bailey didn't usually like men sleeping over after sex, but she felt pretty confident that Dean was not a clinger and him spending the night wouldn't suddenly shift this mutual benefit into something more than it was.
Dean glanced around with one brow raised. Was he acting that pathetic, or did she really want his prolonged company? It was hard to tell and he definitely didn’t want to ask. He immediately wanted to say yes, but Dean tried not to look that eager. “I mean ... as long as I won’t get on your last nerve or anything,” he replied, giving a faint smirk. Dean forgot about his clothes and rolled more fully onto the bed with Bailey, getting himself under the blankets to scoot in closer to her. He settled on his side facing her, his head propped up with one hand. He was definitely going to try not to be a clinger and to keep them on the same page, but he had to admit the company was nice ... and she smelled good and had nice feeling skin, he just had to feel out how comfortable with snuggling she was. “You want me out by a certain time?” he asked in a murmur.
If he'd asked, Bailey would have probably told him it was a little bit of both. She could admit that there were days when she felt like shit and maybe would have liked some kind of comforting company. It was rare, but it did happen. "Well, don't get on my last nerve and we'll be fine," she quipped, placing her phone on her nightstand. Bailey rolled onto her side, mimicking his position with one brow raised. "I have to be at the station tomorrow by nine, so..." She usually kicked guys out before she even went to bed, so it wasn't like she had some rule set in place for when to kick them out in the morning. "Do you snore?"
If only he knew the secret formula to not get on any women’s nerves, Dean would’ve done it in a heartbeat. He didn’t know Bailey well enough yet to know what annoyed her, and she was pretty deadpan and hard to read sometimes. So he would try to stay on good behavior just in case. He nodded a little when she told him what time her shift started, thinking he would set an alarm for himself for seven so he could be out of her way while she was getting ready and all that. “Uh, not that I know of, unless I’m really drunk,” Dean answered with a little huff. “No complaints so far. Just kick me if you need to.” He almost turned it around to ask if she snored, but this was not his bed and he didn’t have to work, so it mattered less. “Do you ... this feels dumb, but do you like snuggling?”
Bailey honestly had no idea if she snored at night or not. If she did, Pierce never told her so, and by the end of their marriage, she was sure he would have, just to add another insult to the long list he had already allocated. As it was, two rounds of great sex were settling in and she was tired and had a feeling once the light was off and she was comfortable, she would be sleeping pretty quickly. Dean's question took her by surprise and Bailey grinned before she could catch herself. "Do I snu.... snuggle?" Why was she picturing that fluffy bear they slapped on the fabric softener bottles? "I don't know if I snuggle. What exactly is it?" She knew what he meant, but it was more fun to tease him at the moment, because Dean hadn't exactly come across as the kind of guy who liked to snuggle.