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“Go get us another round, boots!” Angela had just finished her third beer of the night, the rest of the team quickly catching up behind her. It was a long day and everyone had gathered at a local bar for a few drinks to relax for a while. “I’m on it,” Jackson announces and Lucy follows his lead. “I’ll help you.”
They leave Nolan alone with the TO’s while they wait at the bar for their drinks. “How have things been going with Tim?” The rookies are five months into their training and Lucy is officially jealous of her peers. Talia and Angela were tough on Nolan and Jackson, sure, but Tim seemed to make it his life’s mission to make her life a living hell.
“Fine. I guess. He made me walk next to the shop again today. And do fifty pushups after each call,” she tries to hide the annoyance in her voice, but she knows Jackson can see right through it. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through another 13 months of Tim Tests,” she complains and he places a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll get through it, Lucy,” he comforts her. “Maybe find a way to blow off some steam? Or maybe a who?”
She lets out a laugh and rolls her eyes. “That’s a great idea, Jackson. Find someone to fuck in a bar while my TO watches and then judges me relentlessly for it.” Her words are dripping in sarcasm. “I’ll start working on that right after I spend the small remainder of my paycheck I have left on his drinks.” They each grab a pitcher and turn to head back to the table, but Lucy is met with a body directly in front of her.
“Oh! Sorry- oh.” Tim’s eyes are staring down at her, unamused. She’s not sure what he heard, so she flees back to the group as quickly as possible, avoiding any conversation with him.
The groups stay separate for the majority of the night, TOs and rookies, but Lucy catches Tim glaring at her from the other table a handful of times. She breaks the eye contact each time, willing away the redness that flushes her cheeks.
One hour and many drinks later, the group disperses. She assumes that Tim leaves without saying goodbye to anyone, Angela and Talia share a cab and Nolan drops Jackson off at his boyfriend’s before heading home himself. “Lucy, I can drop you off, it’s not a big deal,” Nolan had insisted, but Lucy shakes her head. “It’s out of the way and I still have to close my tab. You guys go ahead, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She takes a seat at the bar, deciding to grab one more before closing the tab and calling a car. She’s ready to enjoy the 15 minutes of alone time, but then a body fills the seat next to her. “Looking for someone to fuck?” She doesn’t need to look to know who it is.
The heat climbs up her neck. “That was a joke. One you weren’t supposed to hear.” Her tone is defensive, but Tim isn’t phased, leaning back in his chair, a smug smirk on his face. “Might not be a bad idea, Chen. Your training isn’t going to get any easier.” She pulls out her card, waving down the bartender to close her tab. “What, gonna leave already, boot?” His tone is teasing and Lucy usually would laugh along, but she’s really not in the mood after the day he gave her.
She takes her card back and scribbles her signature, pulling out her phone to call a ride. “Yes. I’d rather leave than sit here with you after today,” she seethes. Tim finishes his last sip of his beer and places it down on the counter. “You could do that. Or you could meet me in the bathroom to blow off some steam.” He doesn’t wait for her to respond, just stands and walks towards the back hall.
Sure, Tim was attractive, but Lucy had truly never thought of him in that way. She cared a lot about him as a person, but she was too busy just trying to prove herself as a cop to even consider anything ever happening there.
Maybe it’s the drinks clouding her judgement or maybe it’s the pure rage she feels for him right now. She can’t be sure. Regardless, the bathroom door is swinging open before she even realizes what she’s even doing.
Tim pulls her in by her forearm and has his lips on hers before the door is even fully shut and locked.
“Just once, boot,” he breathes into her mouth. “One time to get this out of our systems.”
She nods against him, hands moving to undo his belt. “Once.”
His lips move to her neck, his hands sliding down her waist to grip her hips. “And I’m not treating you any differently after this.”
She throws her head back when his teeth bite down on the slope where her shoulder and neck meet. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” Her hands reach into his pants, gasping when she feels how thick and hard he is. He hisses through his teeth when she grips him through his boxers.
Tim spins her around to face the mirror over the sink. He undoes her jeans and pulls her pants and underwear down to her thighs, just enough to reveal what he wants. Lucy braces herself on her hands when he pushes her forward slightly, moaning when he slides his fingers through her folds. “So fucking wet, boot.” His hands palm her ass before he brings on palm down in a sharp slap, watching for Lucy’s reaction in the mirror, smiling when she groans from it.
Looking through his wallet, he lets out a “shit” when he doesn’t find a condom. “I’m on the pill,” she says. “Have been for years.” He nods, pulling himself out of his boxers. “I’m clean. Last test was a month ago, haven’t been with anyone since.” She was tested two months ago and hadn’t been with anyone almost a year now. “Me too.”
Tim spits onto his cock, getting it wet for her. His thumb on his left hand spreads her open while his right guides his length in and it takes all of his self restraint to not move faster. Lucy’s eyes are screwed shut, mouth opening in a gasp when she feels him stretching her open. “Fuck, Tim,” she lets out through gritted teeth, her body tense.
He pushes in further, jaw going slack as he feels how tight she is around him. Her hand moves to his hip once he bottoms out and he immediately stops moving, giving her time to adjust. He pulls her up to his chest by wrapping his left arm around her waist while his right hand moves to her mouth, pushing past her lips. “Suck,” he commands.
She swirls her tongue around until he pulls them out, bringing them to her clit and making small circles. After a moment, he feels her body release the tension it had been holding onto. Lucy begins rocking back onto him, covering the hand on her clit with her own, urging him to move faster.
They fall into a rhythm, whispering into each other’s ears, hands gripping each other like they can’t get close enough. He holds her tightly when she shakes through her orgasm and only lets go after he finishes inside her.
Surprisingly, there’s no awkwardness afterwards. They both clean themselves up in a comfortable silence and go their own ways, content with how the night went.
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Tim wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t treat her any different afterwards.
She’s happy that nothing changes between their dynamic, as frustrating as it is to have him treating her like dirt at times. It’s like that one night didn’t happen and the following weeks of training are the same as all the last.
It isn’t until Lucy is staring down at two pink lines that the ramifications of that night really hit her.