Sleeping on the Blacktop

FBI Special Agent Clay Bayer. 34. Wilmington Native. Father.

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bxlymxwll·:

It had been a long while since she had seen Clay, or anyone in the city for that matter. A time away had been needed to think and process everything that mattered in her life. To the point where being home was all she wanted, to be back with people that she cared about. “Oh, you can say that again”, she shot back, letting her sweatshirt fall to the sand as she picked up the wetsuit top. The burns on her shoulder striking out against alabaster skin, jagged and rough as if reflecting the night she had gotten them. Despite them, she pulled the top on, even making a show of reaching behind her back with the once injured to draw the long zipper up into place, just to show that she was indeed different from the last time they met. “Looks like it was just meant to be, seeing as I got back into town just yesterday.”

While she adjusted her wetsuit he couldn’t help but watch her every move. His blue hues slowly scanned her body, stopping at the burns on her shoulder. Clay instantly recalled their conversation about her burns at a barbecue which caused him to nod at his previous assumption. “You really do make those burns look sexy.” He complimented with a charming smile before he took off his shirt to zip up his own wetsuit. “Where did you run off to?” Clay asked curiously before adding, “I just got back to town a few days ago too. I took my boy to Disney World for a few days, it was quite interesting.”

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GOING ON A TINDER DATE WITH @greerkingstcn

With the Tinder app fresh on his phone, Clay would stare at his screen for hours tempting fate and playing with fire. It had been a while since he had been in the dating world and because he wasn’t having much luck at bars he decided it was time to try something different. For a few days of swiping left and right he had finally started chatting with someone who appeared to be quite interesting. The interest had even allowed him to work up some courage and ask her out for dinner. Although he portrayed a tough cop who only meant serious business, Clay felt nervous as he waited outside of the restaurant waiting for his date. He had been waiting for a few minutes when a blonde woman, who looked like the profile picture, began walking towards him. “Are you Greer?” He asked once she came closer, hoping that he wasn’t about to embarrass himself.

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Wilmington beach w/ @clayxbayer

The rays of the sun were just starting to tickle the shoreline of the beach. This was quite possibly the moment that Bexley always craved in a day. The quiet, the promise of the sun, and the knowledge that ocean water would soon be hers to enjoy. After finally returning from her interview in San Francisco, Bexley had taken the opportunity to message someone that had crossed her mind as the summer weather approached. It was nothing more than a simple invite to catch a few waves as the summer heat began to creep into town, a chance for a bit of lighthearted fun with a friend she had not expected. Bexley her bag down, picking their spot on the rather deserted shoreline. She took the opportunity to braid her hair back and to fish her rash wet suit top from the depths of her bag, only stopping when she noticed the approaching figure. “Long time no see”, she greeted with a grin.

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The case regarding the dark skulls had started to grow cold. It appeared that everyone in the gang was keeping quiet which left Clay with a lot of unwanted free time on his hands. He wanted to do his job, but he didn’t mind catching a few waves when someone had asked him. In all honesty when he received the text from Bexley, a smile graced his features in excitement. Usually he surfed alone so being with Bex would be a nice change for him. When he arrived at the beach, he carried his board under his arm and a wide smile on his face. “Been so long I almost didn’t recognize you.” Clay spoke in a teasing tone before he dropped his things on the sand. “It looks like we picked a good day to go surfing.”

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halessinclair·:

            “Great, more alcohol for both of us to share then.” Haley laughed lightly, walking further into his apartment and towards his living room to take a seat, setting her bag on the floor beside her feet, leaning back against the cushion and looked around his place, taking note of how Clay like the whole place came off as. Wondering if anyone who walked into her apartment would they be able to tell her and Aubrey lived there together. “You know, you should decorate your place a little more, it kind of states ‘bachelor pad’ minus cute picture of Parker.” 

Once the drinks were poured Clay returned to the living room and took a seat beside Haley. “Considering I’m a bachelor, it kind of fits the stereotype.” He spoke in a teasing tone as he offered her the glass. For as long as he could remember, he had never imagined being in love. The way that he lived his life, someone to love never seemed to be in his deck of cards. Clay had accepted the bachelor life and for the most part, he was okay with it. Although, there were some nights that he had longed for someone to come home to, someone to talk to and love with everything he had. It was then that his blue hues wandered around the room while he got comfortable in his seat. “What would you recommend?”

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bxlymxwll·:

“I can honestly say that I couldn’t agree more”, Bex was quick to nod, finding it pleasant to know that there was someone else who may see the ocean the same way she did. It was the place she felt most at home. With each crash of the waves, it was as if the ocean was slowly letting the toxicity of the world drain away from her. And every time the blonde resurfaces from the chilly salty water, it was as if she was rejuvenated once more. “Well good, because I love a good challenge”, she smirked, only partially feeling guilty for already enjoying the brother she had once promised to hate. “No, not burnt. But I’d like my meat to not be mush in the middle”, Bex criticized, but her lips easily morphed into a wicked grin as she took another bite of her hot dog as if to show that she was purely attempting to mess with him.

“Then I think I need to ask you to go surfing with me Miss Bexley.” Clay offered her a charming grin before adding, “I go almost every morning at the crack of dawn so if you’d like to take me up on my offer you’ll know where I’ll be.” Usually surfing was his alone time. It allowed him to enjoy the ocean while giving him to think and clear his mind. Although, the idea of having someone to go with him did seem to be a good thought to have. He then continued to watch her eat the hotdog causing a quiet chuckle to escape his lips. “It must not be that bad if you’re still eating it.” Clay matched her wicked grin as his blue hues went back to the grill. 

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halessinclair·:

               Things were beginning to feel like old habits as she sat there in the back seat of the cab, their own personal little secret they had kept from everyone knowing about their little affair, it was thrilling and fun, now that everything was out in the open. That little spark was dull or maybe the guilt finally caught up and started to make her realize what they did was sort of wrong, maybe if they told Spencer personally things wouldn’t have been so complicated. Slipping out of the car and steadying herself as she adjusted the shirt and laughed lightly at Clay’s suggestion, was more alcohol even necessary? Probably not, but with everything that has been going up and down like a terrible roller coaster ride, Haley didn’t mind just having one night of just having fun and worry about everything else when she’s hugging the toilet the next day. “I can’t say no to more alcohol, but it also depends on what you have in your shelf.” Haley strolled along up the pathway, following after Clay towards his apartment. It was like each step was a warning bell going off in her head that she should have stayed inside the uber and went home. Haley was beginning to wonder if she enjoyed doing things that were against the little rules she set herself up for. 

Clay fiddled with his keys as they walked to the door, unlocking it with a grin. “Well since I just moved in my shelf is a little bare, but I think there’s a few bottles laying around.” With that he opened the door and allowed the brunette to enter first before he followed behind her. Despite the boxes that were scattered around the living room, the rest of the apartment was fairly neat. The walls were plain and the only decorations that he had were pictures of Parker. Clay didn’t like living in mess, but it seemed as if his life was nothing but messy. He shuffled into the kitchen and reached into the alcohol cupboard, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “It seems like we’re having a party for two.” He admitted with a smirk as he poured their drinks.

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blakestvens·:

“What kind of question is that — we always wait on the beer.” the woman chimed with a little laugh as she folded a leg over the other and regarded the male. “So is the gang and returning home the only reason you came back? Surely family is a bonus but I’m sure you’d have bigger and better opportunities elsewhere.”

“Hey, I’m just making sure that we’re on the same page. Usually I don’t drink on the job, but I think I can make an exception.” Clay sent a mischievous grin her way. At her question, he took a moment to think over his answer. Being in the FBI, there were certain things he was allowed to say and certain things that he needed to keep quiet. “I’d like to think so. They usually give me a few choices to pick from for my next case and I thought it was time to come home. What’s better than helping rid your hometown of a dangerous gang?”

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martin-porter·:

“My, uh, my daughter’s here,” he said, knowing better than to lay out all the complicated details right away. “Came here so I could be closer to her.” 

“We’d do anything for our kids right?” Clay agreed with a nod and a smile. “I have a son myself, he’s four. How old is your little girl?”

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halessinclair·:

            “Hmm…I’ll get back with you on that, but from the looks of things, probably a good influence this once.” Haley nudged his arm with hers, smiling towards him as she let the thoughts of her following him home being a bad idea being pushed aside, it’s not like things would escalate or was that another lie she was used to telling herself to not feel guilty.  “Besides the fact I’ll probably suffer a headache tomorrow but nothing a good ol’ Tylenol can’t fix.” 

“Only this once.” Clay sent a smirk her way before his eyes darted out the window to watch the town pass by. He had to wonder if this was a good idea. Drinking with Haley, taking a car back to his place all seemed too familiar. It felt like no time had passed, their secret was still a secret and they were falling into old habits. However, their secret was out and things were different. “It’s a good thing that I have Tylenol too.” A quick chuckle escaped as the uber pulled up to his place. Clay opened the door and slid out, waiting for Haley before closing it. “And more alcohol if you can handle that.”

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grayfischer·:

   “Gray- Grayson. Fischer. Blake’s… uh, guy, I guess,” The kid mumbled, shrugging, feeling so out of his element. A rush hit his ear, turning them bright red, when he realized how his words sounded. “No- not guy, like… I’m the guy who did Fitz in, okay? You’ve got to protect me, she said to to find you… I think they’re gonna kill me now.” They. Lucas Reeves. Grayson knew better to drop another name. 

Upon hearing his story, Clay narrowed his eyes to scan the features of the man before him. It was obvious that he was out of his element and most importantly, he was scared. “Okay, let’s calm down for a second.” He stated before raising an eyebrow. “Who’s they?” He questioned, needing to know who else was involved in this mess.

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bxlymxwll·:

“You’d be shocked at how little people from Wilmington actually enjoy the beach”, the blonde was quick to counter with a hearty laugh. Though, knowing there were a few among her who did seem to enjoy the salty water as much as she did was truly relaxing. Though, Bexley’s true nature peaked through as curious orbs turned back to the older Bayer with his voiced challenge. “You sure? I’d hate to utterly embarrass Big Brother”, she questioned,  more then willing to tackle the challenge laid out in front of her. A little competition was good for everyone. The blonde shook her head, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing the bite of her hot dog. “Nope, but maybe leave them on the heat for a little bit longer”, in truth the hot dog was fantastic, but Bexley wasn’t letting him out of that so easily.

“Well then I would say that those people are missing out.” In his eyes, he took full advantage of wherever he was. If he was on a case in the North West, he made sure that he visited the mountains. If he was in Texas, he made sure to watch a football game. When he was back home in Wilmington, he went to the beach. “Hate to break it to you, but I don’t embarrass easily.” Clay was highly competitive and sometimes being that competitive meant taking a few loses. As much as he didn’t like losing or being embarrassed, it didn’t bother him as much as people would think. What he didn’t like was when people commented on his cooking, especially in a bad way. “No.” He stated simply while shaking his head. “If I leave them on any longer they are going to burn. Are you telling me that you burn your hot dogs?”

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halessinclair·:

                 “I haven’t really tried but I’m pretty sure I can somehow wing it to look good.” Haley smirked, obviously it has been a long time but she did in fact keep up with yoga for her flexibility thanks to Sydney dragging her ass to work out once and awhile. “Fishy crackers? How sweet of you, who knew you were so thoughtful.” She teased Clay as she crawled into the uber, sliding over so he can hop in as well. The affect of the alcohol was starting to hit her, she was becoming more goofy and carefree, almost back to the Haley Sinclair she felt like before life decided to throw her a wild card. The brunette leaned back against the seat and let out a small groan, reaching for the seat belt and pulling it over her as she buckled herself in. “You know, I think you’re a terrible influence, I’m intoxicated and it’s only…seven? How long were we in there?” 

Clay slid into the seat beside the brunette and closed the door. “What can I say, the tough exterior is all an act. I’m a sweet guy who serves fishy crackers to my guest.” It was hard to keep up with his tough exterior when the conversation was so light and goofy. At work, it was all serious, all the time. Laughing wasn’t something that happened on a daily basis for him. “Probably thirty minutes, at most.” He smirked while buckling himself in and stretching his arms over the back of the seat. “I hope this is a circumstance where being a terrible influence is a good thing.” Clay spoke softly as his eyes wandered out the window then back onto Haley.

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blakestvens·:

“I wouldn’t say I’m something special.” The brunette said with a laugh as she sat down and folded her arms over her chest. “Though many have told me that and practically taken it back with time. I’m more known to be something special, special. Not in the way that you’d call someone exceptional.” Her head shook then, unsure if she even made sense. “I’m something else.”

“Something else, I like it.” Clay spoke as he crossed his arms over the table and leaned forward, locking his blue hues on her. A smile arose before slapping down his palm in a fun manner. “Let’s hear this story of yours? Or are we waiting for the beer?”