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Tim can tell immediately that something is off, and that honestly should have been his first clue that the day was about to go spectacularly to shit.
He doesn’t want to ask.
He shouldn’t ask.
He asks anyway, because as much as he tries to deny it, they’re friends.
“What’s wrong?”
Lucy sighs and flops dramatically into the passenger seat of the shop. She’s dressed in uniform and ready to go, but Tim has seen her almost every single day of the past three years, and he can see the little details that tell him something is off.
There are a few stray hairs sticking out of her carefully crafted bun, her undershirt is wrinkled, and her utility belt is a little off center.
No one else would notice, he thinks, but he does.
He notices an alarming number of things about Lucy that no one else does.
“It’s nothing.”
Tim snorts as he puts the shop in gear and pulls out onto the street.
“Bullshit. Spill.”
Lucy shoots him a look and then tries to deflect, which is the second clue that something is really off. Because Lucy loves talking about her feelings, and his feelings, and everyone’s feelings. All of the time. Even when he was her TO and threatened to shove her out of the shop.
While it was still moving.
“You hate talking about things like this,” she says, and she’s not wrong, but he also hates sitting across from her all day when he knows something is upsetting her. It’s a new feeling over the past several months, and he doesn’t… hate it, but it is inconvenient.
“That has literally never stopped you.”
“It’s nothing, Tim.”
“Like I said, bullshit, Chen. Something’s wrong. Tell me.”
Tim can tell he’s close to winning, because Lucy is growing more and more tense as they volley back and forth.
“Tim, leave it alone,” she says, and she almost sounds serious. Tim glances over, hoping he hasn’t pushed too far, but he can see the way she bites her lip and the way her eyes keep flickering to him and then away again, and he knows she wants to tell someone what’s wrong, she just doesn’t think she should.
“Lucy. Please. I can tell you’re not yourself, and if you get hurt because you’re too damn stubborn to just tell me what’s fucking wrong—”
“Chris can’t get me off and I’m fucking horny, Tim!”
Tim slams on the brakes, nearly causing a traffic accident, and chokes on his own spit as he waves apologetically at the car behind him. He pulls over to the side of the road and lets his head thump back against the seat rest. He closes his eyes and breathes in … and out… and in …
“Come again?” he asks, though he’s certain he heard her correctly the first time.
Lucy blows out an annoyed breath and slumps in her seat, not meeting Tim’s eyes.
“He’s… like, he tries, okay, a-and I’ve tried to show him what I like, but there’s a certain point where it’s not worth it, you know? I … I’ve never been a faker, but it’s … I can’t get off, Tim. I can’t and it’s frustrating. I tried to get myself off, just because I can’t think, but I still can’t, so obviously there must be something wrong with me, but—”
“Lucy.”
Lucy takes a deep breath and closes her mouth, and Tim takes the precious few seconds to compose himself.
He should tell her that she needs to talk to Chris about this, or fuck, even one of her girlfriends, but she absolutely should not be talking about this to him, her sergeant. She shouldn't be — they shouldn’t be talking about this.
But his damn brain still isn’t firing on all cylinders.
So, instead of any of that, he says this:
“He’s just not doing it right, Lucy, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
Well.
Apparently they’re talking about this.
Lucy shrugs, and she looks like she’s deflating in front of his eyes.
Which… well, that just won’t do.
“Look, Lucy, Chris is an idiot. I’ve always thought that. If he can’t figure out how to get you off, he either just doesn’t care enough or he’s inadequate. Especially if you’ve tried to show him. It’s not that hard, he just doesn't care.”
Lucy shakes her head.
“No, he’s tried. And even I can’t get myself off, so…”
Tim shakes his head.
“I don’t believe it. Chris just doesn’t know how to pleasure a woman.”
Lucy scoffs, and Tim raises an eyebrow.
“So you’re saying I also don’t know how to pleasure a woman, which, you know, I’ve been doing since I was like twelve. I know how to get myself off, Tim, so this isn’t just Chris.”
“Bullshit. You’re just in your head about it.”
“Tim,” Lucy starts, and he shakes his head as he eases the shop back onto the street.
“No, Lucy. No. It’s not you. I could get you off if I wanted you to. It’s not you, it’s Chris.”
Silence descends over the shop for several long moments, and when he risks a glance at her, Lucy is sitting stock still, her eyes wide open, and —
Oh holy fuck, did he really just say that?
I could get you off if I wanted to.
“Lucy, look, I didn’t mean—”
“Could you?” Lucy asks, and her voice is high, needy and disbelieving, and Tim almost slams on the brakes a second time. He just barely manages to keep himself in check, though his hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are white and his fingers are aching.
I could get you off if I wanted to.
“Could I… get you off?”
Lucy nods, and her cheeks are flushed bright red. She won’t meet his eyes, and she’s playing nervously with the wrist of her jacket. She’s twitchy, which isn’t like her, and Tim takes a deep breath before glancing at her and then away again.
“I can’t focus, Tim. I’ve been horny and on edge for weeks. I haven’t gotten off in weeks. I just need… ”
Tim has never seen her like this. He’s never seen her so … anxious and off her game. She could get herself hurt, or someone else hurt.
It’s bad for the job, is the thing.
“Okay,” he whispers, and his voice is low, soothing.
Lucy turns to look at him, shock on her face, and Tim flexes his hands on the wheel.
She’s opening her mouth to say something — what, she’s not sure — when their radio crackles to life and they’re catapulted violently back into the real world.
“7-Adam-100, this is dispatch. We have a 10-54 near your location.”
Tim reaches for the radio, and he blows out a breath before answering.
“This is 7-Adam-100. Show us responding.”
“I show you responding, 7-Adam-100. Sending the location to your device.”
Tim puts the radio down and Lucy grabs for the shop computer.
“We’ll talk after shift,” Tim murmurs, and Lucy nods, taking a shaking breath in as she scrolls to the information they need.
They don’t mention it again for the rest of the day.
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Lucy is shaking with nerves as she changes out of her uniform and into the soft, flowing, wrap-around skirt and blouse she’d worn to work that morning. She brushes her hands over it compulsively, and wonders if maybe she can hide in the locker room all night and not have to face Tim again.
Oh, god, what had she done?
She had asked her superior, her sergeant, to get her off because her boyfriend couldn’t.
If she hides in the locker room all night, then in the morning she can pretend that this was all a fever dream and that she didn’t ask her boss to make her come because her boyfriend couldn’t.
Oh, god.
Her phone dings with a message, and she reaches for it, her eyes widening when she sees who it’s from.
Tim Bradford: Come out of the locker room, Lucy. I know you’re stalling.
Lucy Chen: I would rather die of mortification in private, thank you.
Tim Bradford: I agreed, Lucy. That means there’s no need to be mortified.
Lucy stares at her phone for a long time, and then stuffs it in her purse before swinging it over her shoulder. She squares her shoulders, takes a deep breath, and stalks out of the locker room.
And right into Tim Bradford’s chest.
“Oof,” she says, and he chuckles as he reaches out a hand to steady her. Lucy finds herself checking him out, her eyes scanning him from head to toe, and she feels her heart rate increase as she puts Tim is going to get me off together with oh fuck those jeans look so good on him.
These thoughts are immediately followed by oh shit I have a boyfriend, but she shoves that thought down, because it’s not like she’s breaking up with him or anything. He’s still her boyfriend, he just… he’s having trouble bringing her to orgasm. He’s well endowed, and it feels good, of course, she just can’t… she can’t come, and it’s fucking with her head.
“Ready to go?” Tim asks, and Lucy nods, her mouth dry.
“Yeah.”
They walk side by side into the parking garage, and Lucy doesn’t know what to do or what to say as she walks toward her car.
Tim follows her, and she wonders if she needs to say anything at all.
She’s reaching for the handle when she feels Tim’s hands on her waist, and she gasps as he turns her around, presses her up against her car, and cups the back of her head in his hand.
His lips are next to her ear, and when he speaks she can feel his warm, moist breath caressing her skin.
“I said I could get you off, and I’m going to,” he murmurs, and Lucy swallows thickly as one of his hands moves from her waist and down her thigh. He grips the fabric of her skirt in his hand, bunching it into his fist, and then whispers, “Now is your last chance to say no. If you say no, I will leave and we will never mention this again. Never, Lucy. We can forget it ever happened.”
Lucy barely even has to think.
“Yes,” she breathes, and Tim smiles against her neck.
“Good girl.”
Lucy moans and drops her head back against the top of her car as Tim pulls her skirt up and up and up until it’s bunched around her waist, and Lucy doesn’t know what he’s going to do, but she knows she wants it. Her body is thrumming with anticipation and pleasure, and she can feel that her panties are already wet.
She never gets wet this fast.
But the way Tim had called her good girl, the way he looked at her, the way his lips brushed the skin of her neck as he talked and his breath washed over her sent shivers down her spine. The way one of his hands splays over her belly, while the other pulls her skirt up and bunches it around her waist... the way his fingers play with the edge of her panties...
“Tim,” she gasps, and he’s barely even touching her.
How is she already so wet? So needy?
“I’m gonna make you come, Lucy. I’m going to show you that there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s not you, it’s Chris. He doesn’t know how to make you feel good. He doesn’t know you the way I do.”
Lucy whimpers, and then Tim’s long, thick fingers are pushing into her panties, stretching the soft, lacy cotton.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispers, and he drops his forehead to her shoulder, breathing in her scent as his fingers slip through her pussy. “Does Chris get you wet like this?”
And the thing is…
The thing is.
He doesn’t.
She gets wet, sure. She gets wet and she’s into it, but they have to use lube most times.
“No,” she whispers, and Tim makes a noise deep in his throat.
“See, Lu? He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
Tim drags the tips of his fingers through her wet heat, from her clit all the way through her sopping folds, and then hums as he swipes back up and circles her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I’m gonna make you come, and it’s going to feel so good, Lu.”
“P-please,” she gasps, and Tim pulls back to meet her gaze as he slips one finger into her pussy slowly, so slowly. Lucy gasps and presses her hips into his hand, desperate for more, and Tim chuckles.
“Please, what?”
“Please make me come, Tim. I need to come. I need to—”
“Shhh,” Tim says, and Lucy’s eyes flutter as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of her slowly while his thumb presses to her clit. “I promise, Lucy. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Lucy nods and shudders, and tries desperately to keep her eyes open as Tim works his fingers expertly between her legs. She knows that there would be no denying what was happening if someone were to walk in. As clothed as they are, the way her cheeks are flushed and her eyes glazed, the way her skirt is bunched around her waist, it wouldn’t matter that Tim was blocking anyone’s view of her.
They would know.
And…
Well, it turns her on even more.
She’s close in almost no time at all, and she wonders how the fuck Tim had done it.
“T-Tim,” she groans, and he kisses the skin of her neck as he curls his fingers inside of her. His entire hand is soaked in her arousal. It pools in his palm and drips between his fingers, making a mess of her panties, and Lucy feels utterly debauched and wanton as she bucks her hips into his hand, desperate and needy, and she’s so fucking close …
“Come for me,” Tim breathes into her ear, and she does. She comes, trembling and shaking, and she has to bite her lip to keep from screaming as her pussy trembles around Tim’s fingers.
Tim continues to brush his thumb over her clit and pump his fingers in and out of her pussy until she’s whimpering, too sensitive to continue. She pushes at his shoulders, and Tim pulls back and lets his hand slip from her panties, and he groans at the sight. His fingers are glistening, his palm soaked, and he wants to lick her slickness off of his own fingers. He wants to taste her, but he’s already more than half hard in his pants and it’s going to be a long drive home.
So, instead of licking his fingers, he wipes them on his jeans and then takes one single step back from Lucy.
“Feel better?”
Lucy nods, and her eyes flutter closed as Tim straightens her skirt and makes sure she looks presentable.
“So good. I feel so good, Tim.”
Tim smiles and takes another step back.
He stuffs his hands in his pockets and glances back at his truck. He’s ready to go home, to jerk himself off to the memory of the sounds Lucy had made, but first…
He leans in and presses his lips to Lucy’s ear, grinning widely as he whispers, “I told you so.”
He turns and, without looking back, climbs into his truck and heads home.