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Laura was on her period for the first week locked in a cell.
Sheriff Hackett was at least decent enough to give her a whole bunch of pads that she spent the day sitting on as she and Max talked about what the fuck was going on. He’d take her to the bathroom every couple of hours and take the dirty ones, giving her fresh ones.
It was the first inkling she got that maybe the Sheriff wasn’t an evil trafficker intending on selling her and Max’s organs on the black market. If the black market would even want werewolf organs. Wait, who was she kidding? The black market probably loved that sort of thing.
When it started going on longer than seven days, he gave her a confused look the next time he passed her a handful of purple-wrapped pads.
“Isn’t it supposed to last a week?” he asked.
Laura flushed. “Side effect of my birth control,” she mumbled.
That was the first time that Laura really got the message that this guy was an asshole for a reason, and it looked like whatever it was, it was out of his hands. What kind of evil kidnapping trafficker blushed when someone talked about birth control?
“He looked freaked out as hell,” Max called. “What did you say to him?”
“Looks like Sheriff Creep-ass is shy about periods and doesn’t like to think about birth control,” Laura snorted, sitting back on her bed.
“Nasty,” her boyfriend muttered. “Sheesh. I can’t believe he even asked you about that.”
“Hey,” Laura protested, “I get free pads off him, that’s more than I’d ever get usually.”
“I’m sorry I don’t know what size your pussy is,” Max shot back, and he sounded like he was smiling despite what he said.
Laura snorted. “Eww, Max. Why would you put that in my head? Now I’m thinking about him thinking about pad sizes.”
“Yikes.” She was pretty sure Max was wrinkling his nose. “Man, now I’ve got that in my head. Bad thoughts. Not good. Sheriff Creepy doesn’t need to be thinking about my girlfriend.”
Laura just rolled her eyes. “Ok, you’re just being dumb. He blushed when I said birth control, he’d probably curl up and die thinking about sex.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry. Didn’t know you had such insight into our jailer.”
Her brow furrowed. “I’m just saying. No need to make it out like he’s worse than he is.”
“Whatever.” Max shifted around and stopped talking.
Frowning, Laura leaned her head against the wall. Whatever had gotten into him, they’d talk about it later. He was just cranky from being kept locked up. So was she. This wasn’t exactly an idea location to try and strengthen their relationship.
She finally stopped bleeding at the end of the week, and when she checked in the shower to find there was no blood it was kind of a relief, and at the same time a disappointment. Hackett didn’t have a fucking clue how long it took to change her pads; she could easily wrangle a good ten minutes in the bathroom to herself before she finally finished, and if she could’ve lied about the blood and faked it for another couple days she would’ve.
But it became pretty obvious by the first hour that the pad was clean, and Hackett stopped coming by the cell to let her change after that.
Which, honestly, left Laura nothing to do but talk to Max, and they ran out of shit to talk about pretty fucking quickly.
You could only rehash the same half hour of your life for so long before it got tedious to think about. She couldn’t ask him what his college plans were, not with the letter she knew was lurking in his bags, the one he didn’t know she knew about.
Besides, with the way they were stuck here together, it didn’t exactly feel like they had a future to talk about.
Laura spent most of the next few days lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling of the cell like it’d open up to the sky and let her fly out. In between that, she napped, even though she wasn’t tired, and thought about scratching things into her cell.
Mostly she just did nothing, looking up at the concrete until it got maddening and her whole body wanted to twitch.
“Cheeseburger,” Max said out of nowhere.
“Hmm?” She looked up like he’d be there. “What?”
“I really fancy a cheeseburger. With bacon on it. Just really greasy interstate diner food. With super salty chips,” he repeated. “You?”
Laura rubbed her eyes. “Not sure. You’ll just make me hungrier. Dinner’s probably gonna be more of that mash and shit he keeps feeding us.”
“And pumpkin pie for dessert.” His stomach audibly rumbled. “Man, you remember those s’mores we made in the fall last year?”
“Stop it,” Laura complained, “you’ll just make me wanna eat. He isn’t feeding us yet.”
“Someone’s cranky,” Max muttered. “Sorry for trying to break the crazy up, I guess.”
She was cranky, and she didn’t really understand what was fuelling it. Max hadn’t done anything wrong.
It wasn’t until she slept the… tenth?...night that there was the vaguest change in monotony. She rolled over onto her front and her crotch pressed against the bedding, and a jolt of ecstasy shot up her spine. Laura took a breath, squeezing her eyes shut. Of fucking course.
Laura was ovulating, and Laura was horny.
Rubbing one out in the cell was immediately off the table. There were cameras and she could see them, and Laura wasn’t that inexperienced but voyeurism was definitely off the table for her. Especially when it was just going to be jerkoff material for Sheriff Hackett.
Now that she knew she was turned on, though, it was hard not to concentrate on it, not to rub up against the bedding. Or close her legs too tight and do kegels or squeeze her thighs together for some friction. It was maddening. Even the thought of trying to quietly get herself off at night made her flush. What if the Sheriff did his rounds and he caught her?
There was a weird twinge at her clit that Laura ignored when she thought about Hackett watching her get off.
So she waited, fighting down the urge to shift around too much in her cell. Knees drawn up to her chest, she stared at the opposite wall, waiting out the day. Max got to shower first, and Laura had a feeling he was probably doing what she wanted to be doing, what with how long he was taking. It left her alone. Even though she and Max had practically talked themselves to death, having someone in the cell next to her still made a difference.
Finally, Hackett walked a clean, fluffy-haired Max back to his cell and locked him back in. Wordlessly Laura approached, let him cuff her without asking, and tried not to run towards the shower block. She was still curious about why this whole place was so empty. Surely Hackett wasn't the only cop in the town, right? Not like he would answer that question if she asked, though.
He uncuffed her outside the showers. After the first week, he hadn't needed to keep warning her not to act stupid, so he just stepped outside, letting Laura strip off and switch on the water.
It was a fucking cliche, but she moaned softly at the way the water drummed against her skin. She opened her legs, tilting her hips a little so that the stream hit her clit. A sharp gasp forced itself out of her mouth. She quickly muffled herself and glanced behind her at the door like it was going to magically summon the Sheriff in here.
But he probably would yell at her if she took too long, so Laura ignored the urges for a second and started washing her hair. All they’d been given were those small bottles of shampoo that must’ve come from the motel she’d stupidly told Max not to go to, but it was better than bar soap. Which was all she had to clean her skin.
Being stuck in a cell all day meant she didn't really get dirty, so Laura's shower only took a couple minutes. Leaning back against the partition wall, she closed her eyes and started to think back on a couple times she and Max had fooled around. They'd been in her bed at her parents' place, making out when he had gotten the courage up to slide his hand into her shorts. She ran her fingers up and down her thighs, then up over her stomach, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were stiff and sensitive. When she moaned, Laura clapped a hand over her mouth.
Any more of those, and Sheriff Hackett was going to know what she was doing in here.
One hand over her mouth, she started to rub at her clit, slow circles that got her warmed up quickly. Laura thought about Max's careful touch getting firmer, honing in on the spots that had made her wriggle and squirm for him those first few times.
He had made her cum for him on just that simple touch, and he had given her one of those cute, dopey smiles she loved so much when she was done panting and sweating.
Laura sped her fingers up. Her head fell back against the wall as her thighs shook a little. They'd fooled around often after that, doing a bunch of stuff in each other's beds that made Laura's clit pulse at the memories. She remembered one time she had been sat back to chest with him, naked with his hand buried inside her, and she had leaned back, whining, letting him rub and tease and fuck her on his fingers as his dark blue Sheriff's uniform touched her bare skin-
Oh, what the hell.
Laura came with a gasp, her eyes flying open as she tried to ignore the fact that she had been thinking about another pair of fingers rubbing her to orgasm. Her thighs squeezed shut around her hand. Her cheeks burned.
The door knocked loudly. "Hurry up in there."
Laura let the water run over her for a few moments more, hoping it wouldn't take long to wash away the obvious flush in her cheeks. When Hackett knocked again, she turned the water off and rubbed her face. She could do this. She could pretend she hadn't just cum thinking about the Sheriff. She could towel herself off without thinking about it being the Sheriff doing it for her, cuffed hands keeping her exposed to him as he dragged the fabric up and down her thigh.
Fuck.
She scrambled back into her clothes, checking her face in the mirror. Kind of flushed still, but it could easily be mistaken for the heat of the shower. No reason why he should be thinking she’d been rubbing one out.
Laura took a deep breath and headed for the door, pushing it open. Hackett was waiting outside, leaning against the wall, and when he saw her his face twitched a little. And maybe she was hallucinating, but Laura was pretty sure he was… blushing?
Oh god. He’d heard her.
Silently Laura let him cuff her, her eyes on the ground as her cheeks burned. He’d heard her. He’d heard her getting off and he had no idea she’d been thinking about him when it happened. Which was good, because Laura was trying to forget he’d been the one on her mind at the peak of orgasm.
They reached her cell without saying a word, and Laura wanted to say something, just to break the awkward quiet. He just glanced her over, and then moved to lock her up again, just like normal.
“Don’t do that again,” he muttered as he stepped away from the door.
Laura wanted the ground to swallow her up, but she glared at him despite her embarrassment. “Make me.”