cover me up

character name: Sloane Campbell age and birthday: 25, June 25th 1996 gender & pronouns: Cis woman, She/Her place of birth & time in Fallbrook: Born & raised in Fallbrook district: Downtown occupation: Work Out Class Instructor at Iron Fitness faceclaim: Lili Reinhart secret: When Sloane was in high school, she started seeing one of her teacher’s aids in secret & broke off when she graduated.

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: infidelity

@slcanecampbell​​ ; fallbrook fire station ; closed

Jordan saw the blonde the moment she walked into the station with a bin between her hands. He slapped one of the guys on the back to excuse himself and headed over to her (with a grin on his face). “Hey, Sloane. I see you know your way into the department’s heart. Let me take those off your hands. I hope these are to share and not to butter someone specific up.” Jordan winked and opened the container. He welcomed himself to a cookie and ate almost all of it in one bite. Disastrous events were quiet in Fallbrook for over a year (Jordan had not been in town that long, but he wasn’t looking forward to the luck everyone told him the town had). All they were getting were normal calls lately. Medical and small brush or home fires. It was a lot safer than his hometown.

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Sloane holds the bin in her hand and her blue-green orbs fall onto the blonde. “Hi,” she smiles, raising the container in her hand. “I may have had some alterative motives.” She smirks. “And used cookies as my way through the door. No one ever turns you away in this station if you have treats.” She chuckles. Her gaze remains on him as he plucks a cookie out to take a bite out of it. “How much longer are you on shift for?” She asks. She knows the fireman schedule is a little more complex than a usual one. They seem to work for three days out of the week but they work the whole three days in case something happens in the middle of the night. She slips her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. 

location: Downtown who: @sloanexcampbell​— closed.

“Sloane!” Wren walked up to the woman with a giant grin on his face, his usual smile that reached his eyes and crinkled the corners. He looked at the blonde and then snapped his head around, following the thumb he jutted in the direction, before looking at her again. “Was that Miles Williams I just saw walking out of your place?” Wren didn’t understand awkward, and things should’ve definitely been awkward with her after he found out they kissed while she was still dating Owen but that felt like so long ago. Owen seemed more than happy these days and Sloane? She looked like a deer caught in headlights and it made Wren laugh. “I don’t like to call it a Walk of Shame, especially if you had fun.” He giggled. 

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Sloane furrowed her brows almost instantly, the most awkward experience of her life because she had avoided seeing him. She hid in the bathroom until he left. She didn’t feel like rehashing everything that had happened the night before and her lips still tingled from when he leaned down and kissed her. It was such a stupid ass feeling and it was a feeling that constantly bit her ass whenever she started feeling like that towards someone. Owen was the prime example and now whatever she was feeling with Miles. Her head turned to look over her shoulder as if she didn’t know what Wren was talking about. “I don’t know what you’re talking about... Miles certainly wasn’t in my apartment.”

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Now that Cal was no longer working, he was taking full advantage of now being able to tease her as much as he pleased. “They don’t, do they?” She muttered out softly, feeling the bulge in his pants returning in full force. The hunger on her lips was just what he needed to fuel him further as he lifted her up off the counter, whipping her around as he pressed her up against the wall of the bar. Pressing his lips deeply into the kiss. All he wanted to do was make good on the whole, ‘keeping her on her toes’ thing.

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“Hmmm, you like that?” He hummed out as his head wiggled back and forth with a smirk lighting up his lips. Cal drew back, running a hand through his hair before he poured himself another shot, all the while keeping his arms around her petite frame. He poured himself another shot, downing the liquid, no salt necessary before crashing his lips into hers, wasting no time to share some of that tequila burn with her that still rested on his tongue. He drew back, just as quickly, “Didn’t want to be greedy.”

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Sloane tilted her head to the side, glancing down at him as she bit down on her lower lip. “Yeah,” she breathed as her eyes followed him as he stood up. She parted her legs enough so that he could stand perfectly between them but before she could really catch up with what was happening his lips were on hers and she wasted no time in taking advantage of the tequila burn he was sharing with her, the bitter taste still fresh on his tongue. “No one likes a greedy man,” she mused before raising her hands up, placing them on each side of his face and pulling him back in, kissing him once again. 

He watched her every move, taking in every subtle movement that he could. The bulge had indeed returned in full force. Cal drew in a breath, closing his eyes as he felt her tongue on him, imagining that tongue in an all together different place. “Dammit Campbell,” He grunted out. Cal swiftly grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up onto the bar, a health hazard to be sure, but that was far from the mans mind. He poured them a couple more shots, tequila spilling all over the bar in his haste. “My turn.” Cal lifted up her skirt, but only a bit as shook a bit of salt onto her inner thigh, licking along as he inched closer to her warmth, before quickly drawing away and throwing back a shot.

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Sloane always used this kind of power, it was something she enjoyed and God the reactions that Cal always gave her whenever they played. She let out a breathy gasp,  letting him place her on the surface of the bar but she wasn't concerned about a single thing other than the throb between her legs. Glancing down at him, parting her lips as she watched him and all she could do was thank everything for the fact she was sitting because her legs would have been wobbly. "Shit Cal," She swore quietly, raising her eyes to look at him.

“In here yeah.” He nodded. But he wasn’t worried about the owner. The guy rarely looked at the tapes unless there was some sort of legal liability. And he was pretty sure that he would give him a high five for his extra curricular activities before he would be upset. But Sloane didn’t need to know that. “But you’re here with me. So we don’t gotta worry.” He took his shot of tequila that he’d already poured, wanting to catch up a little bit. “You tell me Sloane.”

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Sloane tilted her head to the side when he mentioned how there were cameras in the bar. She slipped off the stool, grabbing the shot glass as she walked towards the end of the bar, lifting up the little door and walking behind the bar. She made her way over to him and set her shot of tequila on the surface. She grabbed the salt with one hand and used the other hand to grab the side of his head, twisting her fingers in the strands of his hair as she tugged it to the side.  She tapped the salt shaker, pouring a little bit on the side of his neck before she leaned in, rolling her tongue up the side of his neck then grabbing her shot glass and bringing it to her lips, tiling her head back to drink back the whole shot in one swift motion.

His eyes watched her with such a desire, yet it wasn’t of desperate sexual sort. She was just so fucking cute sometimes. Particularly when she’d had a couple and he had her on the ropes. She was going to make someone real happy one day. “Nah, but I mean, he also never has to know does he?” His eyebrows lifted up. “Plus I can’t really help it when you’re here now can I?” He shrugged as if it were as obvious as ever. Cal turned his back to her as the patrons were filing out, grabbing the bottle of tequila from the bar along with two shot glasses. He poured them each out a shot as the last patron headed out the door.

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Sloane glanced towards the glass in front of her then back towards him. "Are there cameras?" She asked in a low tone of voice so no one else around them could hear her. She plucked the shot glass off the counter and smirked. "You really do know me." Tequila was the one glass of alcohol that really let her get loose. She brushed her tongue along her lower lip as she tapped her finger against her glass. "Are we taking these from the glasses or..." She raised a brow teasingly, thinking about body shots. She enjoyed whatever the two of them had, the fun and light experience. Something she desperately needed with all the complications in her life.

Cal was suddenly getting a taste of the fun that Sloane had been relishing in moments ago. And he had to admit that it was pretty intoxicating. He could tell that the drinks were getting to Sloane too, a pink tinge colored her features as she wiggled back and forth. “You better be.” He concluded, his eyes shifting from side to side. It was a fairly slow night at the bar anyway. Suddenly without warning he yelled out, “That’s it folks! We’re callin’ it a night.” He lunged towards the lights, lighting up the bar around them, leaving Sloane hanging on entirely on a cliffhanger. “Everybody out–let’s go!”

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Sloane almost whined when he shifted his attention to everyone else in the bar. It was the way he told the others to leave. She slumped slightly down on the bar, pressing her lips together as she shifted her gaze over towards him as everyone around them began to grumble, pick up their things and head out. "Are you sure the owner won't be upset that you closed up shop 15 minutes early?" She teased as she put her hands around the glass in front of him, brushing her fingers against it to give her hands something to do as she waited to see what he was going to say.

Internally Cal breathed a sigh of relief because she had stopped teasing him. However in his relief he was also once again reminded that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. It was an image that wasn’t going to leave his mind any time soon. Well at least relatively speaking, since getting to her felt like it was going to take an eternity. “No, no, see, trying is not going to work. This is some illegal shit I’m talkin’ about Campbell–can you handle it?” Cal was pretty positive that she could, but he enjoyed testing her like this. And the change in subject was definitely serving it’s purpose as the tension in his pants was slowly giving way.

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Sloane held her breath for a moment as each word left his mouth. It shouldn't have been so exciting, it shouldn't have been something she was willing to do but she wanted to know what it was. "I can be quiet." She said as she leaned down onto the bar, pressing her lips together as she watched him for a few seconds. She leaned her head back to grab the straw between her lips, drinking down the glass of whatever Callum made for her until it was empty. She wiggled a little in her seat as she put her hands together like a clap. "Alright, Meyers... Show me what you got."

He knew the word ‘lame’ would get her on the line and off her agenda which wasn’t something he wanted to do necessarily, but it was something he needed to do. Cal glanced at the clock behind him again, noticing that he could make last call in about ten minutes. It would be a little early, but it was his bar tonight so he made those decisions. “What I mean is that–we need a little more danger, a little more intrigue–I’ve got some ideas but, not sure I’m ready to share them all just yet. How um,” He paused and leaned closer, “Exactly how good are you at keeping quiet?”

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Sloane arched a brow at him, waiting to hear what he was going to say. She had to admit sometimes he knew how to throw her off her game, her mind was no longer on making him squirm but what they could do in order to make this more interesting. She parted her lips a little, a soft breath leaving her as she tried not to make a sound. She leaned in closer, a wicked smirk coming along her features once again. "I think I can try to be quiet." She murmured. She wasn't going to sit here and compare her past to what was happening now but being in public, well, it wasn't the first time she did something like that.

Sloane was so good at this game, far better than he was. But she had so much more to work with when it came to the ammo department. His ammo would come into use later on in the game. And he knew that the way she worked him up was only going to pay off in the end. His eyes trained on her, willing himself not to look down. He wished that he could reach through the bar and begin the process right now. But that did get his mind thinking as he leaned closer, “You know Campbell, this whole thing we do–one is kinda lame I mean my place work and all, and like we can do better you know, also two–completely unfair.” Cal was distracting himself because he had to in order to keep his job. He gulped again, taking a breath, “Mm thinkin’ we need to up the ante next time around.”

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Sloane tilted her head to look at him for a second as she wondered what he could possibly mean by that when he mentioned how lame the thing the both of them do is. "What does mean?" She asked, leaning on her elbows to get a little closer to him but keeping a distance so that no one else around them was suspicious of what they could have been talking about. She let a little smirk come along her features as she crossed her hands together, interlocking her fingers. "I'm intrigued. Please, fill me in on how you want to up the ante around here." She smirked as she let her eyes rest on him.

The way that she kept looking at him, under those eyelashes, knowing exactly what she was doing to him, was devilish to say the least. Sure, Cal was enjoying himself, but it was also downright torture that he couldn’t rip his clothes off of her right then and there. And he was pretty sure she was enjoying herself far more than he was enjoying himself. But he was alright with that. He was better than alright with all of it, he just needed time to go by faster. Watching her bite down on that lower lip of hers had him clearing his throat, writhing the towel in his hands around in his hands. Cal could barely even speak as he was just trying to keep his body in check since an erection behind the bar wouldn’t exactly be professional. And he didn’t need to hear about that one from Poppy forever. His eyes darted down towards her waist when she moved her legs, leading Cal to get as close to the bar as possible to hide what was happening in his pants from the few other patrons that were there. “You keep testin’ me, you’ll find out.” He leaned down closer to her and spoke in a low tone. “Sloane Campbell, you know exactly what you’re doin’ and I’ll have you know that I’m going to make you pay.”

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Sloane took another sip of her drink as she kept her blueish green hues on him. There was nothing she loved more than making someone squirm the way he was doing right now. It was interesting to see the way he would react in his professional environment and maybe it wasn't the nicest thing she could ever do but she particularly enjoyed messing with him. She always loved working him up before the two of them got into business because she enjoyed the challenge, the way he would push it even further and how desperate he would get for it. It was quite and addicting feeling and in this moment it was hard to feel bad about doing this to him. She tilted her head to the side at his words, biting down on her lower lip a little harder to keep herself from making a single sound. "I'm looking forward to it, Callum Meyers."

“Mhmm, coming right up.” Cal began to gather the different mixers to make Sloane another fruity drink. For fun, he would change it up just a tiny bit, just to see what she thought about it, or even if she noticed. He walked the drink over to her this time. As he was mixing, his eyes looked up to catch a glimpse of her, thinking about what their future held. He could feel a certain yearning stirring within him, doing his best to keep it at bay. But she had plans for that too. Just when he was about to place the drink in front of her, her words stopped him in his tracks. His bottom lip tucked under his front teeth as he grunted softly. But a smirk was quick to lift up his lips as he finished the delivery of the drink, feeling a bulge grow in his pants. “That’s fucked up Campbell. That is real mean. You know that? Making you a drink and you gotta do me dirty like that? You know you’re just askin’ for trouble right?

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Sloane reached out, taking the drink from him as she slowly pulled it closer to him. She leaned down to take a sip, raising her eyes to look at him from underneath her lashes once again as she tried to hold back the little smirk that was daring to come along her features. She pulled back as she rested her elbows on the surface of the bar, listening to the little grunt he made and somehow that little sound did things to her. She bit down on her lower lip as she tilted her head to the side a little as a challenge. "And what kind of trouble am I asking for, Callum Meyers?" She crossed one leg over the other again as she took the straw between her index finger and thumb, keeping her gaze on him. "I'm not doing a single thing," she said in an innocent tone of voice.

Cal smirked with the compliment, feeling it important to keep a woman on her toes. “Glad to hear it.” He understood the art of keeping it interesting, and knew that this routine they had going was something he wanted to preserve for as long as possible. He was kind of surprised that Sloane didn’t already have another man waiting in the wings after what’d happened with Owen. But he understood that it led her not to want anything serious for a bit. He chuckled as he was quick to shake his head, eyes widening, “Definitely not–actually that’s probably how I got so good, she always makes me make ‘em.” Cal’s hand opened to catch the glass with ease, gripping it harshly as they began sealing their plans for the night. He pulled up the glass and leaned back on his heels, removing himself from the bar, “Gonna be a long ass 30 minutes, but I gotta say that the best news I heard all night Campbell.” God, if he could bottle that smirk of hers, he’d do it in a heartbeat. But now, he’d have to wait for his shift to be over.

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Sloane tilted her head to the side at his words. "If you don't mind makin' me another to drink for the next thirty minutes." She teased. Truthfully, she was glad that there was no one wanting to rush her into something. It wasn't as if she was a faithful person. She still had cheated on Owen but never said a single word about. Maybe that was another reason she broke it off with him because the guilt was actually eating away at her. Maybe it was the reason she felt as if she didn't deserve to have something else after her and Owen broke up. She glanced down towards his hand as she watched him grip the glass a little harsher. "I don't know if this will help but you should know I'm not wearing anything under this skirt," she looked at him from underneath her eyelashes as she adjusted herself on the seat.