The Polaroid Girls

Chapter 12

A/N: Surprise! To celebrate reaching my one-third mark, I'm double-uploading this week. I'm just that excited. And besides, you guys deserve some goodness because you're all amazing, so.

I'll keep this one short because of the long last A/N and because this chapter is a bit on the long side. *nervous sweating*

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Royce stirred the following morning, wrapped up in his sheets and his skin sticking to the shear fabric. It took only a moment to wonder why he was so sweaty and felt achy all over, before he glanced around his bedroom and found women's clothes piled on the floor and his shower running in his bathroom. Then it all came back to him.

He had left the cafe in a stormier mood than before after arguing with Laina, and as he walked down the street to get his car and go home, he ran into Bailey. He talked to her, though he couldn't quite remember what was said and at that point was too tired and frustrated to even pay attention to the conversation. Before he knew it, Bailey had leaned into him and offered to come back to his place so she could help him 'relax.' He pondered the offer for only a moment before he agreed. They then drove back to his house and made their way back to his bedroom. The rest of the night had been a blur of hot, sweaty moments, rough kisses, squeezing touches, and the echoes of Bailey's loud moans in his ears.

He pushed himself up in his bed and rubbed his face, feeling like he had done something wrong. But he hadn't, right? He was a single man and Bailey was available too. They were just two consenting adults hooking up for an evening.

The shower turned off behind the closed bathroom door and a minute later, Bailey stepped into his grey, mostly empty bedroom, clad in two towels. One wrapped around her body and a smaller one twisted atop her head.

"Good morning, Mr. Deputy." She smirked at him as she picked up her clothes from the floor.

He couldn't stop his eyes from following her tanned, thick legs as she moved, and gliding upwards to the hem of the towel as it shifted up when she bent over. He swallowed his body's natural excitement and something else blocking up his throat.

"Last night was..." He trailed off as she dropped the towel around her body and let it fall to the floor in a heap. He took in her tan, lean-muscled, and curvaceous body, his eyes lingering on her chest.

She chuckled, and to his disappointment, slid her t-shirt on overtop her braless chest. She slid up her panties then, teasingly slow, and didn't bother with her pants as she stepped over to his side of the bed and sat on it's edge.

"Last night was fun, Deputy. I would've offered to stay the night a lot sooner if I knew just how fun it would be."

Royce flinched internally as he tried to remember. He could recall bits and pieces of the night and the ache in his thighs gave him a clue of all that may have happened. But at some point, his subconscious mind must have dipped and his bodily instincts took over.

He chuckled half-heartedly. "It was...something." He glanced at his clock on the bedside table. "Oh, I need to get going. I'm supposed to be at work in an hour."

"Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought officers started their days earlier than nine."

A heavy sigh escaped him as he stood up from his warm bed and realized exactly how nude he was. He grabbed a pair of briefs laying on the floor nearby and slid them on before looking back at Bailey's teasing smirk and wandering eyes.