A/N: Since the site was bugged for a few days you're gonna wanna read the chapter before this one as well since it actually shows up now. I do crosspost on AO3 so when things like this happen u can still read my updates lmao. My pen name over there is Ambivalent_Amber.
Bill hadn't noticed how long he had sat on the couch, he lost track of time. He was lost in thought, processing everything he went through. Losing an eye was taking a lot to get used to. His heart sped up the more he thought about it. He would make Amy pay...somehow. It was going to take a long time to get used to it. Sometimes it still felt like he had his pinky. What could he do? Bill shook his head when he noticed the first light of dawn. He got up and returned to his room.
He felt bad for spending the rest of the night out in the living room. Bill tiredly stared at Bailey cocooned in the large blanket, he felt protective of this woman. He turned off the light and crawled into bed, spooning her. He snaked his arm under the blanket, under her shirt and stroked her soft belly. She stirred some but didn't wake. Bill buried his face in her exposed hair. He loved having someone to hold. It felt sweeter, innocent, compared to every desperate lust fueled encounter/short-lived tumultuous relationship he had. The smell of her greasy hair comforted him. He eventually fell back asleep.
Hours later they stirred again. Bailey threw the covers off her head and cuddled closer to Bill. She was relieved it was daylight again. He felt more rested this time. Bill kissed her carefully. She was still getting used to all the touchy feely stuff, it was still kind of a thrill. He was all she had now. She hoped he would keep good on his promise. "I love you." He whispered in her ear. Tingles went down her spine. She smiled and kissed him. "I love you." He said again, cupping her cheek with his palm. "I love you too." She said shyly, a twinkle in her eye as she blushed and covered her mouth with her hand. It felt almost forbidden for her to say. It was nice to not be suffocated by Amy anymore. A pang of sadness filled her chest at the thought of her former best friend.
"Bailey." He whispered, staring at her intently, brushing her lips with the pad of his thumb. "I've never had the pleasure of being with such a sweet, caring angel. Thank you for taking care of me. If it weren't for you..." He trailed off. Bailey recoiled emotionally. She didn't want to talk about this. She didn't want this kind of praise, she always hated when Amy would wax on like this. Her face didn't betray her feelings. He was about to continue when she shushed him with her lips on his in a smoldering kiss.
He felt his blood grow hot. Bill deepened the kiss, carefully lifting her shirt. Bailey blushed a deep scarlet, trying to keep up with him. She gasped against his lips when he rolled her nipple between his fingers. This fueled his excitement. He carefully moved to her neck and left a trail of dark hickeys, loving every sound it made her make. He moved his hand lower. "Bill, I need to take my pain medicine before we go further." Bailey said in a strained voice.
"Of course!" He said, getting up and fetching her some water and meds.
"Oh yeah I forgot about the antibiotics. You need to take yours too if you haven't yet." She hissed as she sat up. She took her meds and gulped down the water. Bill was thankful that she reminded him to take his as well. He did so, losing some of his excitement.
He sat beside her and slipped a hand between her legs. "You're so wet." He purred lustfully. Bailey looked away with a mixture of pain and arousal. "I'll be careful." He said as he slipped a finger in. She moaned breathlessly as he slid his thick finger out and then back in.
Her face twisted up in pain. "Stop." She hissed weakly. Fresh pain radiated in hot waves. "God it hurts." She hissed, her eyes watering. Bill removed his hand and placed it on her thigh. The wetness of his fingers annoyed her.
"Are you okay?" He asked in concern.
"No." She hissed.
He took her hand in his. "Your medicine should kick in soon." He reassured her quietly. "Yeah." She said, struggling to pull her shirt back down. He pulled her shirt down for her and gave her hand a squeeze.
"I'll get some coffee going." He said as he got up. Bailey blushed awkwardly seeing that he still had an erection. She welcomed the momentary peace while her racing heart calmed. Would this be a common occurrence? She was glad he didn't press her to continue. Bailey sighed in frustration, he just had to get her all worked up.
She was excited finally go back to her apartment and retrieve some stuff. Maybe she would get one last shower in a clean bathroom. Bailey felt kinda sad about moving out of her apartment. She liked her room.
Bailey hoped Bill would let her decorate and make the place more homey. It would be nice to wear her own clothes again. She shoved the fresh memory of him offering her his ex-wife's risqué musty night clothes. Why did he keep all that stuff again? She hoped he would throw it out by the time they got married.
She was excited to get married, but there was this voice in the back of her head telling her to slow down. Bailey never pictured herself getting married since Amy constantly reminded her no one worth a damn would want to marry her anyway. She frowned...Amy really was a bitch.
Bailey got up and made her way to the kitchen. Was it possible for the house to smell even worse?
" How do you take your coffee, sweetie?" He asked warmly.
She shrugged absentmindedly, causing her to hiss loudly. "I dunno, I just eyeball it." She said in a strained voice. She made the coffee herself as Bill watched intently.
Bailey looked up to say something when she saw taped on the fridge behind him and laughed. " What's so funny?" Bill asked, looking around. Bailey shook her head and took a sip of coffee.
Bill pulled out a chair for her, which she gladly took. He set their coffee on the table and took the chair beside her. He carefully placed his wounded hand on her right one. He stared at her face, studying every detail. "You have such pretty eyes." He whispered dreamily. Bailey looked down in her coffee. The left side of his face was covered in bandages, guilt filled her and weighed her down.
"I love you, Bailey. I can't wait to make you Mrs. Dauterive." He said, an excited twinkle in his eye. Bailey blushed and buried her face in the coffee mug. "How to you manage to be even cuter?" Bill gushed. "Stop it!" She whined playfully.
