Awakened

4. Call me Lee

Lee steps back and pulls himself out of you, your combined spend spilling out from your opening onto the front of the cruiser as he moves away. You don't open your eyes yet, hearing the jangle of his belt buckle as he dresses himself and tucks his shirt back in. The realisation of what just happened hits you, you feel shame for getting carried away, worrying about what might happen next.

Lee reaches for your shoulders and pulls up upright again, much more gently than how he manhandled you before. You get to your feet, but are nervous about turning to face him.

He clutches at the cuffs.

"I think you've had these on long enough. If I take them off, are you gonna be good?" he asks.

You nod stiffly, still facing away from him.

He reaches into his utility belt and retrieves the key.

"No funny business now, honey" he warns as he unlocks them.

You nearly laugh at that. As if you're in any condition to run or fight at the moment.

Lee slips the restraints off and you immediately stretch your arms, rubbing the angry indents in your skin. Lee's hand joins yours, wordlessly massaging your wrists and helping the blood flow back into your joints. You're caught off guard by the tenderness of the gesture.

"T-thanks" you mutter.

You scramble to find your dress which has fallen onto the ground behind you. You grab your bra from a few feet away and clip it back on. Your underwear is ripped and unwearable so you toss them into a nearby bush. You turn away from Lee as you get dressed which seems funny given everything you've just done, but it doesn't feel right to do it in front of him.

Lee clears his throat and you finally turn to face him but you can't look him in the eye. Now all of the lust and arousal had cleared, you felt embarrassed, ashamed. You threw yourself at him and degraded yourself for him. You don't even know him. And there was still all that business with the library, what you'd done. God only knows what he must think of you.

"Well. That was...something" he chuckles, and your face burns with shame.

"I'ma still need to take you down the station and book ya though" he explains, gesturing to the car. "Sorry hon".

You nod stoically and step into the backseat. The Sheriff puts the car in drive and you make your way to the station as he eyes you in the rear-view mirror.

"You're awful quiet" he chuckles. "And I know now you ain't quiet, girl".

You smile weakly at him, then stare down at your hands as they fiddle awkwardly in your lap. You rub your wrists again, the indents of the cuffs are still visible. A physical reminder of your sins, just like the sticky mess seeping down your thigh.

"Are you mad at me, sweetie?" he asks, sticking a toothpick into his mouth as he drives.

You shake your head. "No, sir".

He chuckles again. "Well we don't have to be so formal now we know each other better, honey. Call me Lee".

"Lee" you repeat shyly, remembering the last time you said his name was pre-empted by a rather crude instruction.

"I gotta still book you as you kicked, spit and swore at the Sheriff. And a lotta people saw. But don't worry, it's just a formality thing. Nothin' to worry about" he watched you in the mirror. "Lucky for you, you just made it up to me. But I wouldn't get in the habit of testing me" he joked.

You smiled back at him meekly. No. you certainly wouldn't be.

*

You were the talk of the station. Every cop and employee eyeballing you as Lee brought you in. They'd put you in a cell, which felt a bit much. But you supposed it needed to be done. As far as they knew, Sheriff had driven you around for a bit to calm you down – and now you were cooling off as he booked you in. Also it was at the back of the station away from prying eyes, so at least you could hide. Fortunately the smudged mascara just looked like you'd been crying, rather than aggressively throat fucked in the woods spread-eagled across a police cruiser.

Davey had brought you some lunch which you gratefully accepted and wolfed down. You hadn't realised how hungry you were after this morning's antics...and then the energy used in the woods.

The more time that passed the more horrified you were. It's one thing have private fantasies but quite another to act on them. And yes you'd enjoyed it, of course you had. It was the best sex of your life...the stuff you had dreamed about...

But the fact is you'd thrown yourself at a cop. A Sheriff no less! What were you thinking? Maybe there really was something wrong with you. Ladies don't behave this way. You imagined the other women finding out what you'd done, feeling shame deep in your stomach.

You must've drifted off to sleep at some point because you woke up to Lee banging on the cell bars, calling your name.

"Wake up, sleepin' beauty".

You jumped up, initially confused by your surroundings but then remembering what led you here. Your heart sank at the realisation. 

You looked over at Lee who was dangling a rag and a paper bag through the bars. You took them both, looking at him with confusion as you held the rag up. It was damp.

"Figured you might wanna clean-up" he said, gesturing under his eyes. You remembered the smeared mascara and realised how awful you must look. You nodded gratefully and began wiping your face.

"And I thought you might want those. I dunno. I picked 'em up in town. Luckily I know the Clerk from poker games so he didn't ask no funny questions" he laughed.

You opened the bag to find a new pair of underwear, blushing as you remembered your nakedness under your dress, and the way Lee had ripped your old pair apart.

You smiled gratefully, slipping them on quickly under your dress. "Thanks Sheriff" you said quietly.

It was a nice gesture, but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around him. After the things you'd done, you just couldn't imagine chatting to him normally like nothing had happened.

"So. I got a bunch of paperwork for you to sign but otherwise you're free to go" he continued. "I would say you got off pretty easy but...you earnt it" he said teasingly. "As far as the town's concerned, you ain't a known trouble maker. You cooled off in here for a few hours and learnt your lesson. And that's that."

You sighed, relieved that this was over but still embarrassed it had happened. "Thank-you Sheriff".

"Like I said, call me Lee".

"Thank-you Lee".

"Maybe lay off the activism for a little while huh?".

You nodded, just desperate to be home and hide from all of this.

"Also...your car was blocking the removal guys in town so one of the deputies drove it back to your house. I'll give you a ride back". He slung the keys around his finger.