For the second morning in a row, Dean woke up to the smell of sex still hanging in the air, although it was better this time around. The room they had broken into had had an old, moldy smell to it too. His house didn't smell like that. And she would still be in bed next to him, chained up where he had left her. That made it a whole lot better too.
He opened his eyes and widened them instantly as he watched her sit crossed legged on the bed and fully dressed. He tilted his head enough to see the handcuffs still being attached to the headboard but the end where her wrist had been was empty.
"See," she smiled sweetly. "I didn't run."
"How did you get out?" He asked.
"Bobby pin," she answered. "Handcuffs are probably the most easy locks to pick unless it's the ones made for the cops."
"When did you get out?" He asked.
"Around five minutes after you fell asleep. It was easier cuddling with you with both my hands free," she answered.
"We cuddled?" He smirked.
She wrinkled her nose in a childish manner before pushing herself up on her knees, leaning over him and giving him a little kiss.
"We cuddled a lot. You wouldn't let me go. I almost had to fight my way out of your clasp to get dressed," she said.
"I would have preferred waking up to you naked so I wouldn't have to undress you again. It seems like too much work this early," he said lustfully.
"You're not undressing me," she giggled.
"I'm not? You wanna bet on that?" He challenged.
She sighed and moved back up to sit.
"I'm just gonna be honest with you," she said.
"I want you to," he said.
"Finn wasn't lying yesterday. I'm lonely. Like really, really lonely. My name doesn't open doors when it comes to meeting new people. People are too scared of the Hardy name," she said.
"Lots of rumours going around about you," he said.
"Most of them started by ourselves," she smirked. "What? People fear us and don't bother us. We run this fucking town and no one messes with us. We haven't actually killed anybody and most of what we do is on the correct side of the law."
"Most?" He smirked back.
"Fighting and stealing from time to time," she said.
He reached a hand forward and placed it on her jeans covered thigh.
"So what's this really about?" He asked.
"Sometimes I pick up men at the bar. Finn's never gonna tell my brothers. It's just a round of play pretend. I feel less lonely when I'm with a man. I feel..." She took a deep breath and looked down. "I feel like someone actually cares about me for those few minutes it lasts. I know, it's pathetic."
He gave her thigh a squeeze to make her look at him again which she did.
"We're both pathetic," he smiled. "I do the same too. I ask women to spend the night with me just so I can sleep better and not feel as lonely as I do. I'm usually the one running off before they wake up."
"Sorry for ruining it for you," she said.
"No, that's just it. I didn't wanna run from you. For the first time I felt a real connection with someone. Why do you think I came back for you?" He asked.
"To get your money back?" She asked.
"Fuck my money! There wasn't much in the wallet to begin with," he said. "No, Antonia, I couldn't get you out of my head."
He grabbed her and pulled her down to lie on top of him so he could kiss her and stroke his fingers through her hair.
"I stole your money so you would come find me again," she said.
"What?" He laughed.
"I didn't think you would actually want me near you when you woke up and I couldn't deal with an awkward morning so I figured I'd do something stupid to try and make you come for me. I just didn't think it would be that fast or that you would find out who I was," she said.
He laughed even louder by her confession.
"So we're two lonely people finding each other and we both feel a connection and then we fuck it up," he said. "Okay, here's an idea. After fucking you again, we're gonna get out of bed, take a shower and get breakfast. Then we'll spend the day together outside somewhere, just walking around doing whatever. Let's call it a date."
"A date?" She giggled. "Yeah, my brothers are gonna love that."
"I'll even ask for their permission if that's needed," he said.
"No one asks my brothers for anything when it comes to me. They're too scared of them," she said.
"Do I look scared, foxy?" He asked.
She kissed him again, grabbed his hands and pinned them down next to him. He got lost in the heated kiss and failed to notice what she was doing.
"Mmm, bad boy," she purred against his lips.
He felt the metal close around his wrist and she jumped out of bed before he could grab her with his free hand.
"What the hell?" He asked.
"Sorry, Dean, it can never work with us. I never wanted you to find out who I was. I just wanted to be with someone who didn't care about my name," she said.
"I don't care about your name! I care about you!" He shouted as he yanked on the handcuffs. "Let me out of these!"
"The bobby pin's on the nightstand. You'll figure it out quickly," she said.
He reached for the nightstand and felt his fingers close around the bobby pin. When he moved back, she had already left the room.
"Don't think it's gonna end like this!" He shouted after her. "Once I get out of these, I'm coming for you! I'm gonna find you, foxy, and I'm gonna fuck you like never before! I'm gonna make you mine!"
She stood in front of the front door and swallowed hard as she heard every word he shouted from the bedroom. Silence followed after and she hurried out of the door before he figured out how to use the bobby pin on the lock and got free.