Teddy

Teddy's First Birthday

21 Months ago...

He drains another tumbler of whiskey, his eyes follow her up and down the bar as she serves other customers, "sweetheart, can I get another? Please" he raises his glass as he gets her attention. She smiles as she makes her way down to him taking the tumbler from his grasp, she pours him out another whiskey and hands it back to him, "what time do you get off?" he smirks handing her the money.

"Sorry, I have a strict rule...I do not do hook ups, detective!" she takes the money from him and puts it through the till before handing back his change, "that's a shame..." she walks off to serve another customer. But he doesn't give up, he like the thrill of the chase, he wanted to blow off some steam, especially after the demon case he just worked with Sam.

She noticed him, she knows every regular that comes to the bar so the drifters stick out even more. He had come to the bar every night for the past four nights, but tonight was different he's partner wasn't with him, and he hadn't asked her questions about the cow mutilation, weird smells or the towns history tonight. Instead, he's sitting at the bar by himself determined to get drunk, she assumed the detective had solved his case and was clearly celebrating.

The bar was quietening down, he orders another drink, "....and whatever you are having" he smiles at her. She accepts his offer and pours herself a whiskey too, "did you solve your case?" she asks making conversation with the guy that just brought her a drink. He chuckles as he looks up at her, "yeah, case closed. Do you have a boyfriend waiting at home for you?" she shook her head laughing at the cheek of this guy.

She didn't, she broke up with him five months ago after months of arguing, she couldn't do it anymore. "Nope, free as a bird," he grins as he takes a sip of his drink, she's wishing she had said she did have a boyfriend, but a part of her didn't want to.

"Where's your partner?"

"Oh no don't tell me you have a thing for him?" he teases her, she shook her head again, "He's back at the motel packing, we leave tomorrow"

"On to the next case, ay!" she smiles before pouring them another drink, he pulls out his wallet, but she stops him, "on me!" she smiles, "just repaying the favour, plus my boss is an ex cop, so law enforcement normally gets a drink on the house!" he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Hey Lyla, it's quiet now why don't you head home?" she turns in Lenny's direction, "you sure?" he nods "get outta here before I change my mind and make you lock up!" Lenny teases her. She doesn't argue she grabs her bag and coat from the back room as she comes out to the bar again Detective Walters is waiting for her, "lemme take you out for a drink? or just walk you home?"

Knowing he won't give up anytime soon, she shook her head "ok, one drink!" he smirks as he follows her out of the bar.

Later...

Their lips are fused together as they blindly stumble through her front door, she pushes off his jacket before his hands slip under her thighs lifting her up, "Where's the bedroom?"

"Upstairs first door on your left," he carries them up the stairs to her bedroom, they burst thought the bedroom door their lips never leaving each other. He places her on the dresser, his fingers unbutton her blouse, their clothes quickly formed a puddle on the floor. The pads of his digits brush against her slick pearl, she groans against his lips.

He thrusts his fingers into her, stretching her, he felt his shaft twitch. Her hands wrapped around him before she began to work against him, "crap, sweetheart!" he picks her up and walks her over to the bed.