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Lucy woke up to moisture pooling between her legs and as her eyes fluttered for a moment as her brain tried to make sense of the sensation.
“What….oh….,” she whispered moaned, her thighs falling open.
It felt nice.
No, it felt amazing.
But what the hell was going on?
Trying to ignore the soft and wet touches, Lucy threw an arm over her forehead, wondering if she was still dreaming, because the last thing she remembered was driving to Nolan’s house.
There had been small talk. Okay, a lot of small talk.
The kind of small talk that made her consider putting earplugs in.
Don't get her wrong, she liked John, and she enjoyed spending time with him, but he sometimes didn’t know when to shut up.
So, Lucy did the one thing that always worked.
She kissed him.
Yeah, he wasn’t the best, and yeah, he was significantly older.
But he was a man who had a warm body and who was willing to scratch that itch when Lucy had too much energy and no desire to work out.
It didn't help that part of her knew, if her parents found out, they’d freak.
That alone made her willing to jump in bed with him.
It was no secret that Lucy was frustrated.
The academy, and now being a Rookie, didn’t leave much room to go out for dates.
Given Lucy wasn’t a one-night stand girl, hooking up with the next best thing was her only option to get somw relief.
And since Jackson was gay.
Lucy sighed, and she squeezed her eyes, trying to steer her brain back to the task at hand.
She remembered kissing John, and one thing led to another.
Flashes of Nolan ducking under the sheets filled her mind, him announcing like he was narrating a baseball game that he was going to take one for the team.
She had tried to stop him, mainly because, as much as John liked to talk, his mouth wasn’t good for other things, but once her underwear was shoved aside Lucy gave up and humored him.
He busied himself and like always, she tried to play along, but it wasn’t doing much for her.
Hell, even picturing Tim calling her ‘boot’ wasn't doing much.
Quite frankly she was tired, and she only wanted a quick fuck and dip out, but Nolan seemed to enjoy himself and Lucy felt bad.
So, she waited, laying there, sighing, moaning, considered checking her e-mails.
But the thought of doing so seemed like too much effort.
When he started lapping like a dog, missing where it would have the desired effect, Lucy tried to coax him up, but he refused.
Men.
She grunted and stared at the ceiling, moving her hips to help with his aim, but he didn't get it and eventually?
She dozed off, wishing she would find someone who’d know how to eat pussy.
Because, fuck it, she liked her pussy being eaten.
“Shit,” Lucy grunted as the man between her thighs actually has his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking and licking the little bundle.
Her hips bucked, her focus back on the here and now, the loud, wet smack between her thighs causing her eyes to flutter open.
Her back arched and, holy shit, a moan rumbled from her chest and boomed through the room as her pussy chased the wet muscle licking at her opening.
Lucy wondered for a split second how she woke up, and Nolan suddenly knew what to do with her pussy.
Had he watched a tutorial?
“Fuck,” she cries out and her hand slaps down to grasp his hair.
She could feel his fingers spreading her open, and he was lapping at her clit just the right way, and holy shit, he just sucked it in and applied seemingly the right amount of pressure to send her flying towards an orgasm.
Lucy writhed and her thighs clamped around the head, fingers now slipping down into her body, and holy fuck, since when does he reach that deep?
Lucy convulses, and she cries out even louder, her eyes not registering the unfamiliar surroundings she’s in.
Her brain is clouded with pleasure, her hand tangled in the sheets, the other pressing the head between her legs harder against her while rutting her hips against him.
She’s sighing and moaning, and she’s so close, but then she hears a voice that is very unfamiliar in the context of what’s happening right now.
“Cum for me. Just bear down on my fingers and fill my mouth.”
The words make Lucy’s eyes snap open, and she gasps loudly when a third finger enters her, and they twist and tap her front wall.
She screams, her hands flying to the sheet to lift it. She sees the dirty blonde hair and reaches down, fisting it before pulling the head up.
Tim.
Tim Bradford was eating her out.
Tim, her training officer, Bradford WAS EATING HER OUT.
He grins as his mouth detaches with a loud pop, and Lucy feels immense pressure as his fingers fucked into her.
Panic claws and she doesn’t know if she wants to push him away or make him continue, because fucking hell she was so close her toes were curling and her muscles fluttering.
One more drag….
She cries out as he twists again, juices tickling down his fingers, and Lucy’s brain is stuck between pleasure and confusion, and she must be dreaming.
Yes, dream.
It’s a dream.
It can’t be him.
It’s…
Her brain short-circuits when he dips down and frantically licks her clit, giving her the last shove. Her hips buck and she pulls his hair, screaming as her orgasm rushes through her.
Every muscle in her body relaxes as she squirts around his fingers, and her throat is raw as several sounds escape him.
Tim looks up smugly, pulling out his fingers, just the way she likes, and he laps at her gushing pussy, mewling as she drenches him in her juices.
She whimpers, and if this was a dream, she doesn’t want it to stop ever, because holy fuck she just came so hard that her body is shivering.
She forces her eyes open, the light sheen of sweat and the pulsing of her clit an indication that it wasn’t the first orgasm she had.
It’s a dream, a fucking dream.
“Babe?” Tim asked, his voice low as he kissed his way up her torso, his wet mouth hovering just above her face.
Lucy froze, and her eyes locked on him, and her brain screamed.
Babe? Babe?
BABE?!
“Sir,” she blurted, because what else do you say when your training officer is calling you Babe while naked in bed?
Tim quirked an eyebrow at her, smirking like the devil himself. “Oh, so that’s the mood you’re in tonight?”
Before Lucy could process, he slid between her thighs, his cock pressing against her in a way that made her squirm, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull when she realized how big he was.
No way he is this huge.
This is….this is not normal.
This is illegal.
Does he have a permit?
Her brain shrieked as her eyes widened.
I’m dreaming. I’M DREAMING.
“Relax, Boot. I’ll teach you a lesson,” he husked and reached between them, rubbing his cock over her wet folds, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. “Consider it… advanced training in handling something loaded.”
Lucy’s soul left her body as the words and her mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Oh God. Oh God.
No.
Wake up, Lucy, wake up.
This isn’t happening.
She squeezed her eyes shut, ready to will herself to open them in a second again to find herself in Nolan’s bed, him grunting above her as he pumped into her.
But instead Tim leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip, the sting causing her eyes to snap open.
“Ow…!” she gasped and jerked back.
“Luce?” Tim asked and she stared at him.
This wasn't a dream.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Lucy screamed, shoving both hands against his chest and pushing with everything she had.
Tim rolled off her, and he groaned as he landed on the bed with a thud.
It gave her just enough time to scramble to her feet, almost kicking him in the process. She yanked the sheet with her like a makeshift toga, clutching it tight around her chest as if it was going to do anything.
“What the hell, what the hell, WHAT THE HELL?!” she shrieked, eyes darting around the room.
This wasn’t her apartment.
This wasn’t Nolan’s place.
This wasn’t anywhere she recognized.
The walls were darker, and the furniture was older, lived-in, definitely not her IKEA starter pack or cute string-light aesthetic.
FUCK.
She spun on her heel, still wrapped in the sheet, and gawked at Tim, her training officer, who was sitting up in bed, his cock fully erect between his thighs, looking equally baffled and more than a little annoyed.
“What the hell is going on?!” Lucy demanded, jabbing a finger at him like she was about to arrest him for felony indecency.
Tim blinked at her, running a hand through his hair, and for once, he didn’t have a snappy comeback ready and his expression was somewhere between a confused husband woken at 3AM and an officer about to chew someone out for being dumb.
“Lucy?” he asked, confused, and her jaw dropped.
“Don’t ‘Lucy’ me! What….why…..how are you here?! Why am I here?! Where IS here?!”
Her voice cracked on the last word, hysteria bubbling up in her chest as she clutched the sheet tighter.
“Lucy, calm down,” Tim said, holding his hands up like she was a jumpy suspect with a twitchy trigger finger. “You’re screaming like I’m about to murder you.”
Lucy gaped at him in disbelief.
How the fuck can he be this calm when he was just about to….
Do his Rookie?
“Murder me?!” Her voice went up an octave. “You were two seconds away from…oh my God, I can’t even say it out loud…”
“I was just kissing you,” he interjected.
“KISSING?!” Lucy threw her free hand in the air, the sheet slipping dangerously low. She yanked it back up with a strangled sound. “That was not kissing! That was….you were….down there! There was tongue and fingers, and I’m still DRIPPING!”
“You yelling at me for eating you out is not making this any less awkward,” Tim winced, rubbing his temple like he had a headache.
Lucy blinked at him like he had just suggested robbing a bank.
“Less awkward?!” she repeated, before she laughed, loud, hysterical, almost borderline unhinged.
“You’re my training officer! You’re supposed to be teaching me how to be a cop, not… NOT…”
She flailed helplessly, and the sheet slipped. “Defile me with your damn MOUTH!”
“Okay, what’s the problem here?” Tim looked at her like she had grown a second head. “You were the one who called me Sir? I assumed you wanted to role-play.”
“Role play?! ROLE PLAY?!” she screeched. “There’s nothing to role-play, Bradford! I am your Rookie! You are my training officer! And you’re also a major pain in my ASS!”
Tim’s smirk vanished all of a sudden, and he went very still, jaw tightening as the silence stretched.
With a sigh, he grabbed the nearest pillow and dropped it in his lap to cover his now very obvious, very deflating erection and his frown deepened, eyes narrowing as if studying her. “…What year is it?”
“What?”
“What year is it?” Tim pressed, his voice finally sounding like something familiar.
Like her training officer.
“What does it matter?!” Lucy threw her hands up, sheet fluttering again.
“Chen,” he snapped. “Answer the question.”
“Fine! It’s 2019!” she bit back, crossing her arms over the sheet as she rolled her eyes so hard she almost sprained something.
Tim blinked, and his frown deepened, and he drew in a long breath before he sighed. “Well… shit.”
“Well… shit?” she echoed. “What the hell does that mean?”
Tim sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “It means it’s not 2019, Chen. It’s actually 2025.”
Lucy blinked at him.
Then blinked again.
Then she tilted her head slowly, looking at him as if he had grown a second head.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“2025,” Tim repeated flatly.
“Yeah, right.” Lucy laughed. “And I’m secretly Beyoncé. Try again.”
“Look in the mirror,” Tim answered, nodding toward the dresser.
Lucy followed his gaze, twisting just enough to catch her reflection, and her breath stalled. The woman staring back was her, but it wasn’t her.
Her hair was longer, tumbling in loose waves past her shoulders. Her face was a little fuller, looking more mature.
She defintely looked older and didn’t have that baby face she had last night.
Heart pounding, Lucy pulled the sheet open and glanced down. Her chest was fuller as well, her hips rounder and somehow her curves more defined.
She gasped when her eyes caught a tattoo nestled between her breasts that she definitely didn’t have before.
Her mouth went dry.
She snapped the sheet back up around her body and spun to face Tim. “What the actual ffff…..rick does this mean?!”
Tim sat there, pillow still clutched in his lap, staring at her with a mix of exasperation and resignation.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice low. “But the best explanation I can offer? You must have time-traveled.”
Lucy stared at him, waiting for him to laugh.
He didn’t laugh.
He didn’t even crack a smirk.
“You are insane. Time travel doesn’t exist,” she grunts. “Dr. Who ain’t real.”
“Don’t mock the doctor,” Tim quips, and Lucy scrunched her brows together. “I do watch other things besides sports.”
She stares at him in disbelieve, and she draws her lip between her teeth, letting out a groan when she realizes this was the only explanation that made sense.
Yet, her rational side wasn’t convinced.
“You’re… serious?” she whispered. Tim nodded grimly, and Lucy let out a strangled sound.
“Time-traveled?!” she squeaked. “No. Nope. Absolutely not. That’s not a thing! That’s science fiction! That’s….oh my God, I’ve seen movies, and it does not end well!”
Tim gave her a look. “Chen…”
“No, don’t ‘Chen’ me! I wake up naked in bed with you, and your explanation is time travel?!” She waved her arms like she was conducting an orchestra of panic. “Not drugs, not a head injury, not some elaborate prank….time travel?!”
Tim’s lips twitched like he wanted to smirk but knew better. “You done?”
“Done?!” Lucy barked out a laugh that sounded like one hysterical giggle away from a sob. “No, I’m not done! I’m your Rookie! You’re my TO! This is textbook career suicide!”
She clutched the sheet tighter around her, pacing the room. “And you know what happens when people time-travel? Huh? They screw up the butterfly effect! They step on a bug, and suddenly, Hitler wins the war, and Starbucks is illegal! I can’t even keep a houseplant alive, and now I’m responsible for a timeline?!”
“Chen,” Tim pinched the bridge of his nose.
“And why you?!” she shrieked suddenly, jabbing a finger at him like he’d personally offended the space-time continuum. “Of all the people I could wake up with in the future, why did it have to be you?”
“Before you… switched, or whatever,” Tim said slowly, eyes narrowing, “what were you doing?”
Her whole body went rigid, her eyes went wide, and her breath caught in her throat, because she remembered.
Oh God, she remembered.
Nolan and his stupid flannel sheets.
Nolan’s big, earnest, let me do this for you face.
Nope. Not telling him that. Never telling him that.
“I…I…..uh…..,” she stuttered, eyes darting everywhere but at him.
It made Tim grow suspicious, and he knew that stutter. He knew that guilty twitch in her jaw.
Hell, he knew her better than she knew herself sometimes.
“Chen,” he pressed. “What were you doing?”
“I… uh….nothing!” she blurted, gripping the sheet tighter. “Totally nothing! Just, um, brushing my teeth. Yeah. Dental hygiene. Super important.”
Tim’s eyes narrowed into slits, and Lucy groaned and threw her head back. “Ugh! Fine! Someone was… was going down on me, okay?!”
Lucy buried her face in her hand and Tim remained stoic, staring at her as she felt the need to continue.
“It wasn’t good,” Lucy rushed out, cheeks flaming. “It was….it was actually terrible. And I might’ve…..ugh….I might’ve wished for it to be better before I…..fell asleep….”
Tim stared at her and she stared at Tim.
Until there was a small, subtle snort.
Lucy’s jaw dropped. “Don’t you dare.”
“Someone went down on you and you wished for an upgrade, huh?”
A smug grin appeared on his face, and he actually let out a bellowing laugh.
“STOP THAT!” she shrieked, pointing at him like he was the devil himself. That only made him laugh harder, clutching his pillow-shield tighter.
“Careful what you wish for, Boot. Sometimes the universe actually delivers,” he howls, and Lucy’s eyes go wide.
“Stop it!” she whined. “Do not make this into a thing.”
Tim leaned back against the headboard, smug as ever. “Hey, I’m just saying….”
“Fine!” Lucy cut him off sharply, words spilling out before she could stop herself. “Then who were you having sex with that you’re not even surprised it’s me?”
That shut him up for a beat, and Tim shrugged. “Can’t tell you that.”
“Excuse me?!” Lucy exclaimed and stared at him like he’d sprouted horns.
“I’m serious,” he retorts. “Weren’t you just the one who was afraid of messing up the timeline?”
She opened her mouth to launch into a whole rant, but Tim held up his hand, knowing she wasn’t going to drop this.
“A lot has changed in six years,” he said evenly. “Between us. You’re not a rookie anymore, Chen. And… feelings changed.”
Lucy blinked, entirely thrown off balance. Tim’s mouth pressed into a line, and he shook his head. “That’s all I’m saying. I’m not telling you more.”
Her knees wobbled, and she sat down on the edge of the bed with a thud, pressing her hands against her temples. “Oh my God. I’m getting a headache.”
“Stop overthinking it. We’ll figure out how to get you back.”
Lucy nodded weakly, eyes darting away, brain buzzing with too many thoughts.
“So… who’s this boyfriend of yours, anyway? Don’t remember you dating,” Tim asked, and Lucy snapped her head around.
“He wasn’t my boyfriend,” she corrected hotly. “Just… someone I dated.”
“Uh-huh. Someone who apparently can’t use his mouth.”
Lucy glared at him. “It’s none of your business, Bradford.”
Tim leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes glinting with mischief. “Come on, Chen. Who was it? I know all your tells. Just give me a name. Was it a screenwriter? Some guy from the station? Oh God, please don’t tell me it was….”
“Shut up,” Lucy groaned and tugged the sheet higher.
“You know I’m not letting this go. Spill it. Who was the guy?” He retorted, and finally, Lucy snapped.
“It’s John, okay?!” She yelled as she jumped to her feet.
“John… who?”
Lucy glared daggers at him, eyes promising death, and realization hit him. His face went slack, then horrified.
“With lumps?”
“Huh?”
“You know, like mashed potatoes….like…ah, doesn’t fucking matter,” Tim trails off. “You used to fuck him? Of all people?”
Lucy bristled, and she crossed her arms tightly. “Correction… not used to. Am.”
Tim shot out of bed like he’d been electrocuted. “You’re telling me my Lucy….right now….is in bed with Nolan?!”
Lucy gave a helpless little shrug, clutching the sheet. “Probably.”
“Probably?!” Tim’s voice cracked, an octave higher than she’d ever heard it.
He spun toward his closet, muttering under his breath, yanking clothes out like a man possessed.
“Nope. Nope. Absolutely not. We’re fixing this. We’re figuring this out now.”
“Ohhh, now you stop teasing me, huh?” Lucy tilted her head, fighting a laugh.
Tim whirled, shirt half over his head, looking like he might actually commit murder. “This isn’t funny, Chen!”
“Kinda is,” Lucy smirked, and Tim shoved his arms into a shirt, nearly punching through the wrong sleeve in his frenzy.
“Unbelievable. John Nolan. Out of all the guys in L.A., you were in bed with Nolan?! I….God, this is a nightmare.”
He yanked on his jeans, muttering as he stormed toward the door. “We’re fixing this. Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. Just…stay put, Chen!”
The door slammed behind him, rattling the frame, and Lucy blinked at the sudden silence. Then she slowly sat back down on the bed.
She let her eyes roam the bed, and she pressed a hand to her forehead, realizing again what had happened.
“Yep. Definitely stuck in hell.”
Lucy flopped backward onto Tim Bradford’s bed and stared at the ceiling, because somehow, she had woken up in 2025.
Naked.
With her training officer.
Who was giving her head.
And it had mind-blowing.
So much so, she wished she hadn’t stopped him.
But apparently, John Nolan was still waiting for her back in 2019, and Lucy ran a hand over her face at the prospect of going back to that.
“Fuck my life,” she muttered.