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Jail bait

Mari's pov

I'm back.

Back for a visit.

Soon, I'll never have to come back here again.

I walk into the jail, wearing my most revealing clothes because he likes it when I dress like this.

I walk into the visitation room, getting stares and whistles from guys as I strut by.

While it's flattering, I only care about one guy's attention.

I spot the silver hair of the guy who I'm here to see and walk over to the table he's at.

He's wearing orange jail pants, a white tank top and black sneakers.

He's also wearing the dog tags, around his neck that I gave him before he was sent to jail.

He has two security guards behind him but ignores them.

Whenever I come to see him, we always ignore them.

He finally, looks up and sees me then smirks.
"Hey babe" He greets.
"Hey baby" I greet back, smiling.

I walk over to him then sit on his lap and kiss him, passionately.

We ignore the guards' groans of annoyance and savior each others company.

If you're confused, the guy I came to see and am right now kissing is my boyfriend, Wes.

We've been together for a while but been separated by bars and walls for the past three weeks.

Wes was arrested for assault but it wasn't his fault.

A random guy just walked up to him, picking a fight.

Wes was doing self defense but the cops caught him with his pocket knife out, pointing it at the guy.

I know Wes would never hurt anyone unless they tried to harm him, first.

After a few minutes, I pull away from the kiss but stay on his lap.
"I really miss you. I can't stand being in bed, alone" I tell him, pouting.
"Don't worry, baby. Six more days and I'll be outta here. Then we can fill up each other's spaces" He reassures me.
"I wish you could come back sooner" I continue to pout as I play with his hair.
"Even if I try, I'll be here a lot longer" Wes says, stroking my exposed back.
"No matter how long you're locked up, I will wait for you. But I'm expecting a great time, once you're out" I smirk, lustfully.
"I was gonna say the same thing" He replies, smirking.
"I bought us some new 'toys' as your welcome home gift. We can 'play' with them, together" I whisper into his ear, making him shiver and chuckle.
"Can't wait" Wes says.

Since we don't have much time left, we just make out for about four minutes, until the guards tell us that our visiting time is up.

I huff in frustration and reluctantly, get off his lap.
"I'll be back in a few days to have one more visit, before you get out" I tell him.
"See you then" He replies and very reluctantly, goes with the guards.

I turn around to leave the jail but a very perverted prisoner, slaps my ass and laughs, clearly proud of himself.

I slowly turn to him with a dangerous glare.

Only Wes can touch my ass and get away with it.

I check that there are no guards around and grab him by the shirt collar and push him back that he crashes into a table.

A couple guards then rush over and take him away.

I look in the direction Wes went and see him through a window, smirking at me.

I smirk back and blow him a kiss.

I turn back around and leave the jail to continue preparing for Wes to come home.

Because despite being separated by bars, those bars just strengthen our desire for each other.

And once those bars are gone, we'll be ready to spend the rest of our lives together.