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It wasn’t quite a break, but it was an allotted time that Laura was blessed with to change out of blood soaked clothes and shove her head into a sink of cold water. The small bathroom was just a sink, a toilet, and a flickering light above head, just enough room for one person to move around.
The walls were thin and she could hear every single accusation thrown at the sheriff by his own mother. Despite what he did to her and Max, she felt.. pity for him. He took every hit like an abused dog, and the way he bared his teeth back to his mother, telling her to shut up in Laura’s defense a few moments ago, made something in her mind shift about the man.
He had good intentions, but nothing he did fell the way he wanted it to. It also didn’t help that she kept butting heads with him, but that’s just how she was.
The yelling ceases with a shatter of glass breaking, and pointed footsteps recede angrily, a familiar cadence goes toward her and a soft knock on the door, his voice is hoarse, “C’mon, we have to go.”
She sighs, looking at the mirror. She doesn’t recognize herself at all, she looks so ragged and deathly tired. She smoothed the dress that she found, the lack of underwear was throwing her off, but she did not dare ask for a clean pair from Travis or his family.
She opens the door and her eyes immediately go to his face. There is a stream of fresh blood running down his temple and a sheen of broken shards in his hair. His expression speaks for itself. Raw and just.. broken.
“Travis-“ she starts softly, but he cuts her off.
“We need-“ he’s reaching out towards her nonexistent handcuffs and as he flexes his arm, pain shoots up his arm. He hissed in pain as he drew it back into his side.
“Let me clean that for you,” she stares him straight in the eye, her tone serious, “It’s going to get infected if you don’t-“
“We don’t have time-“ He bites, his eyes glaring into her blue eyes.
“You can lose your arm!” She retorts, trying not to get too worked up about this, she needs a level head for what they’re about to go do, but the man is being ridiculous.
“Like it matters,” he scowls, “We need to go. Now.”
Her eyes soften, and she extends her hand toward his arm, pressing her luck. “Travis.”
“Fine,” His face twitched, and he let her take his arm and be partially pulled into the small room she was occupying. They pay no attention to the door closing behind them with a simple click. She gestures for him to sit on the closed toilet and he does. With how small the room is, she stands partially over one of his knees.
She looks at the wound briefly, going to roll the tattered sleeve up, but instead looks up at him, “Take your shirt off, please.”
He hesitates, looking at her briefly but then efficiently undoing his tie, unbuttoning his uniform’s shirt and then taking it off. He defiantly looks away from her with a huff.
Laura can see a slight flush rising to his cheeks, as she takes him in. He’s wearing a black tank top underneath, but she sees a large spanse of scarring on his upper torso, some disappearing under and out of his top. He looked.. human. She doesn’t know why she feels warmth in her cheeks as she takes his arm again and gently lays it on the cold counter.
The bite mark, her bite mark, looked awful. The skin was shredded to pieces and it seemed that a good majority of his blood had soaked his uniform top. She fumbled through the first-aid kit and took out what she needed to clean out the wound. Wetting a washcloth and laying it gently on the wound, she quietly says, “...thank you, by the way. For, uh, trusting me.”
He grunts at the wet washcloth being pressed into his flesh. His free hand is gripping his knee tightly and when Laura doesn’t think she’ll get a response from him, he sighs, “I.. I should’ve done so earlier. I’m.. I didn’t think things through and.. I apologize. I just.. I didn’t want any more blood on my hands.”
Laura scoffs, “Yeah, that’s an understatement, sheriff. You let us rot in jail cells for two months with little to no information-” she doesn’t realize she’s pressing down a little too hard until he lets out a little gasp and she lets off, “Sorry. I.. I think I understand why you did it now, locking us up and all, because if you hadn’t.. Your family would’ve just killed us on sight. Your mother just.. She almost just blew my head off back there and your dad..”
He sighs deeply, finally looking at her again, tiredness radiating off of him, “Yeah.”
She purses her lips and makes eye contact with him, she notes that she is also going to try and clean up the blood running down his temple and possibly get the glass out of his hair. “Is.. it always like that here? Your mom just bitching and blaming everything on you?”
He’s quiet, but looks like he’s trying to figure out what he should say.
Laura looks away, taking the washcloth off and she can see how much the remaining skin has puffed up and some swelling has taken place. She gently pokes around and tries to clean up the remaining caked up blood, then takes the petroleum jelly and dabs it into the wound. Travis noticeably flinches, his legs moving involuntarily. His knee brushes up between her thighs and she blushes at the contact, “Sorry, sorry, should’ve warned you.”
He closes his eyes, “I deserve it.”
She doesn’t know which he’s referring to but she sighs and continues working on applying the jelly and then wrapping his arm with a fresh bandage. He goes to stand up, but she pushes a hand against his sternum. “You’re not done yet.”
“What-” He looks at her confused but is cut off by her free hand cupping his cheek softly and a fresh, wet washcloth touching and wiping the other side of his face. He sits there frozen, staring up at her.
She gives him a small smile, and continues to clean his face. Manipulating his head around as she pleases, and after some time, he melted into her palm. A content sound came past his lips and he closed his eyes. The simplest of caring touches seems to have cracked his hard exterior and something in Laura panged with compassion for this man. She cleaned and did her best to stop the bleeding of his cut on his temple. She let out a small laugh, “Fresh as a daisy.”
He opened his eyes back up and Laura’s heart about stopped because he looked like a goddamn puppy. The two months she’d gotten to know him, his eyes had always been hard set and lacking any noticeable iris. Looking at him now? She saw the warm brown eyes looking up at her and with the blood and gunk of the night washed away.. he was surprisingly…attractive in his own way, she couldn’t lie about that.
She blushed again, looking up at his hair and started picking the larger pieces of glass out of it. “You really don’t think that, do you? You.. don’t deserve any of this, Travis. Your “Family is the most important thing in the world” thing is bullshit. They don’t deserve you at all, they’ve made you their.. errand boy.”
He makes a soft noise and his posture changes slightly, his voice cracking, “Always a pleaser.”
Laura snorts at that, carding her fingers through his hair and getting out the finer pieces of glass. “I’m almost done here- mm, fuck.” A tiny sliver of glass goes into her finger tip and blood beads up, she instinctively brings it to her lips and pops it in. Travis’ eyes go directly to her mouth, watching every movement with interest, interest that starts to embarrassingly head south.
The room feels way warmer when their eyes connect again. Travis moves again under her gaze, his ears are blazing red and he tries to look away from her, but there isn’t much else to look at in this room. He looks at the closed door, and quietly asks, “Laura, did you close the door?”
“I thought you did?” She replies, turning to look at it as well, and touching the knob. It doesn’t budge. “It.. opened earlier?”
“Fuck,” he groans, “Bobby was supposed to fix it.”
She tries it again. Nothing. She pushes on the door itself. Doesn’t move at all. “Is there a key, or what?”
“There was a key, at some point,” he takes his chance to adjust himself and does so quickly, “There is no use in trying to push the door down, those are solid wood doors. I can radio someone-”
She sighs, looking back at him and she feels a pang go straight to her core. He looked so disheveled sitting there with a healthy blush on his skin, his eyes were boring into hers. Had.. she done that to him? She suddenly felt hungry for something else entirely, she licked her lips nervously. She hesitantly brings both her hands back down to the sides of his face, her thumbs gently touching and rubbing circles on his cheekbones.
He lets out a shaky held breath at her touch, and gently raises the hand he had on his knee to cover one of hers. He sees how dark with want her eyes are and something in him twists. He shouldn’t want this. He’s old enough to be her father, but yet, she’s looking at him like she’s going to eat him alive and he wants that.. needs it.
She gently pushes his legs together and sits in his lap. She bites her lip at the friction of his rough pants against her bare skin, warmth is pooling in her gut. “If.. If I’m making you uncomfortable, tell me to stop.”
He shakes his head quickly, and he stammers, “C-can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, “please.”
His large hands scoop her in closer and he moans involuntarily when she rubs against his growing erection that he’s been trying to ignore. He palms up and down her hips and ass, stroking up and down gently.
She kisses him, drawing him close and devouring his mouth, and sucking down all the little noises he makes. She starts rutting against him in earnest, needing something, anything, and she’s very pleased at what feels against her. She gasps against his mouth when she feels him grind back against her.
He takes this small gap and kisses her back with the same fervor, he feels her melt against him and one of her hands goes to the nape of his neck and pulls his hair lightly. His pants feel far too tight, uncomfortably so.
They separate temporarily to breathe and Laura’s hands are immediately going to his belt, but he catches her hands. “I don’t.. I don’t have protection.”
She blinks at him, hovering close to his face, “I have an implant. It’s okay.”
His heart is thumping loudly, and he lets out a breath, “Uh, okay, uh, stand up.”
Laura gets up and instantly feels how slick she is under the dress. Travis gets up shakily and takes his belt off, dropping it onto the floor and then unzipping his pants.
Laura drinks him in, her mouth almost watering at the sight of how thick he was. Precum was already starting to bead up at the tip and she licked her lips, she looked back up at him with a smirk and slid the dress off. Her tattered bra wasn’t doing her much, with how thin it was.
“God.. you’re perfect,” he lets out, then realizes he actually said it outloud. He moans when Laura gently palms at him and tentatively strokes him a couple times, just teasing him enough for him to shudder. She moves them so that she’s leaning against the counter, he sees his own reflection in the mirror and blushes. He’s never seen himself as attractive and he stills his movements, his body leaning against Laura. He feels bad, he shouldn’t be doing this, they shouldn’t be doing this.
Laura continues stroking him and starts nipping at his throat, making needy noises. “Travis, please..”
He pulls back enough and looks at her face and he sees the desire in her eyes, her lips are red and ripe- He can’t help himself as his hips stutter against her hand and a low moan rolls out of him, he devours her lips again, plunging himself in. His hands delicately go to her hips and pull her towards him, his cock brushing between her upper thighs and labia, his brow squinches in pleasure when she brings her thighs closer together for friction. Her noises also fuel him to want to make this pleasurable for the both of them.
They keep this up for a good moment, Travis’ hands wandering around her body, gently touching and groping her breasts before he started kissing her skin. He exhales, his eyes are dangerously dark and filled with lust, “Laura,” his hands trail down to her cunt, gently rubbing with a steady pressure, he goes down to his knees and mouths over her. His hot breath against her made her shudder, and make a delicious noise that will haunt Travis for the rest of his life.
He takes it as permission to continue when her hands grip at his hair and pull him closer. He nudges her thighs farther apart and then over his shoulders as he attacked her enthusiastically. His palms feel like fire on her thighs, and Laura makes pleased noises once he starts sucking on her clit. It all starts to build up until she feels her thighs start to quake and she squeezes them around his head.
He doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest and keeps going until her convulsions stop, her juices dripping down his face as he licks his lips and looks back up at her. He feels himself pulsating uncomfortably against his stomach, his breathing is heavy, and he just wants.
Laura coaxes him back up, kissing him deeply, their tongues mingling. She sneaks her hand back around him with a jerky couple pumps, she guides him in. She exhales loudly, her back going rigid at the pleasurable stretch.
Travis bites his lip as he sinks deeper inside and relishes in how tight and warm she is. He plunges in and out of her a few times. Laura pulled at his hair, bringing him closer so she could kiss him. He hummed into it, his hips stuttering at all the sensations, then with a deep breath, his strokes grew slower and more powerful. Laura’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his backside, wanting him deeper. Their movements make a subtle, rhythmic thumping noise against the sink’s cupboard.
She eventually shook, convulsing around him, making him stutter and plunge as far as he can before he came inside her. Their moans mingled together as they sought each other back out, mouths mashing as they rode the high out of climaxes.
After his cock softens, he pulls out carefully and he nips at her lower lip lightly. Placing little kisses on her face like his life depended on it, like this is his last chance.
His heart leaps when she laughs, and her hands rake over his hips. He pulls his pants and boxers back up and goes to put his belt back on.
Their moment is cut off by the clicking of the door opening behind them. Travis instinctually covers Laura with his body from the intruder, and he blushes seeing Bobby standing there.
Bobby looks at his brother, then to Laura, then back to his brother. “Travis, I didn’t know you were here,” he gives them both a smile, “Is she the girl you were talking about at the bar? Why are you two in the bathroom?”
Travis sighs and nods, still covering Laura, “Hey, uh, Bobby, could you turn around so Miss Laura here can, uh, be more decent?”
Bobby looks confused, but turns around anyway. “She’s pretty, Travis. Are you going to marry her? I’d like to have a sister.”
“Oh, uh, that’s, uh, complicated,” he forces a smile and he catches Laura giving him a smirk.
Laura quickly puts the dress back on. The sudden movement made her feel his cum start to leak and mingle with her own juices down upper thigh. “You can turn around, Bobby.”
He smiles and steps aside so they both can go around him, “Pa told me to fix the door again, were you two locked in?”
“Uh, yeah,” Laura smiles at Bobby, “I cleaned up Travis’ wound and then the door closed behind us.”
“Oh, okay,” Bobby hums, then squints at Travis, “How do you get a bruise there, Travis?”
Laura snorts, looking directly at the large hickey she left on Travis’ throat. He turns quickly and looks in the mirror, his blush intensifying.
“Must’ve been something quick,” Bobby continues, “Looks almost like teeth-”
“Okay, Bobby, we, uh, we need to go. Back to the woods. Hunting. For, uh, Silas,” Travis clamors, grabbing Laura’s hand and pulling her along with him through the dark house.
Once they’re back outside, standing beside Travis’ SUV, and taking in their inventory. Laura gently leans against him and kisses his cheek. “Let’s fucking do this.”