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Go-fer some coffee
Slamming the trunk of their shop closed, Lucy took a deep, steadying breath.
She had asked for this; practically begged Tim to take her on as his aide (go-fer). Even if she would vehemently deny it if asked, because Lucy Chen did not beg. Sure, she liked to flutter her eyelashes from time to time (sometimes a woman needed to do, what she needed to do), but she didn’t beg.
In fact, she liked to think that Tim’s agreement had come by due to the brilliant groundwork she had lain when she had, oh so graciously, offered Webb her advice to riding with him. (And Smitty’s characteristic laziness with which he tackled police work.)
Either way, the point was; she had wanted this.
And really, she hadn’t lied when she had told Tim that being his aide would help further her career. Despite his name being on all their future reports, as he had warned her, riding with him still meant she was—more or less—trial-running being a Sergeant. It would make her stand out. And if nothing else it would be an invaluable learning opportunity. While she had set her sights on becoming a UC, and as such wouldn’t take John’s route of advancing to P3, or even Tim’s in becoming a Sergeant, that didn’t mean that there wasn’t an overlap to becoming detective. Tim’s supervisory role put him in direct contact with the lead detectives on all their future cases—Lucy would be able to observe and pick up (and learn) far more as his aide than she’d ever would as a regular patrol officer. It’s why, as soon as John had put the thought in her head, she wanted it as badly as she did.
Well, that and…she genuinely missed riding with Tim.
They had built a, in her eyes, deep friendship, working effortlessly together by the end of her probationary period. Which is why it had stung when he had picked Webb and then Smitty, of all people, instead of her. So, she might have reacted a bit childish, but really, it was more than justified—way to make a girl feel unwanted.
Sliding into the passenger seat, Lucy squirmed uncomfortably, thighs pressed tightly together, her hands white-knuckling the seatbelt and the door handle. She didn’t have to look at Tim, in fact, she was actively trying her hardest not to, to know that he was eying her warily. Clearly aware that something was up.
It was ridiculous. She had gotten what she wanted; she should be happy—excited. Instead, Lucy found herself restless, uncomfortable and maybe just a little guilty.
The only relief was that Tim’s ‘no personal talk in the shop’ rule still applied, and if she managed to get herself together before long, he wouldn’t break it to question why she was acting as flighty as she was. So, all she had to do was figure out a way to be able to look him in the eye again without remembering that she had spent all night touching herself to thoughts of him.
No big deal.
She didn’t even know why. Objectively speaking she had always thought Tim was attractive—of course she had. She had eyes after all. But she had never let those thoughts fester before, and she had definitely never let it get as far as she had last night.
She was inclined to believe it was his remark about what them riding together again might look like to other people. She had brushed him off, of course. It was laughable, and frankly a bit sexist—what, they couldn’t be just friends? He’d been married when they first met, and she’d been with John (even if no one knew about them), and then she had set him up with Rachel while she had later dated Emmett. Realistically there hadn’t even been time for something to happen between them, so, anyone thinking otherwise was simply ridiculous. Not to mention that he was her superior—still is her superior.
And yet she had found herself thinking about it on the entire drive home. Every moment, every time she touched his arm, or his shoulder in public, suddenly made her wonder if any of their co-workers had been watching—misinterpreting.
As she’d lain awake in her bed, her thoughts a whirlwind of ‘oh god, does Mid-Wilshire think I slept with my TO so I could make P2’ and a replay of every single moment that Lucy thought might’ve looked even the tiniest bit questionable, her mind kept going back to just a few weeks ago.
She hadn’t even thought anything of it when she had snuck into the men’s locker room to hide the second pair of toddler boots. She knew Tim was in there, she just hoped he was still in the shower and would’ve been none the wiser about her little prank. It had been innocent, just two co-workers annoying each other as they were wont to do. But thinking about it now made Lucy realise how it might’ve looked to someone else. It had been late, and while the locker room had been empty (except for Tim and her), the station hadn’t been. She had even said a quick goodbye to Officer Jan who she had run into while leaving the room—the men’s locker room whose sole occupant was Tim. She didn’t even want to know how many people he’d told about what he must’ve perceived as Sergeant Bradford hooking up with his former boot.
And maybe she would’ve been fine—she would’ve overthought every single interaction between Tim and her for the next couple of weeks, maybe even months, being overly cautious not to send any more wrong signals to their co-workers. But she would’ve been fine.
She would’ve been fine if her brain hadn’t seen fit to torture her all night.
Now that that door had been opened, it was like Lucy couldn’t stop thinking about Tim. Couldn’t stop thinking about how his sleeves were always straining against his arms, truly putting in the work. Or how she knew what hid beneath that uniform from the time she had walked in on him in just a towel at Rachel’s. How attractive he looked when his lips curved into that one particular smirk. How deep his voice could go, whenever he wasn’t straining to keep it even and professional. How good his hands looked curving around the steering wheel, long, slender fingers wrapping perfectly around the leather. But especially, about that moment between them in the locker room; “I’ve been told it’s important for a supervisor to give praise.”
He hadn’t meant anything by it. And realistically Lucy knew that, hadn’t initially taken it for anything other than what it was, but now—now all her brain could do was imagine what could’ve been.
Alone in her bed, her hand between her thighs, she thought about how, instead of being still fully dressed, he’d just came out of the showers. All that bronzed, sun-kissed skin still wet and on display, nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. She hadn’t gotten many chances over the years, but every time she did, she had looked her fill. And who could blame her? He was a beautiful man. So, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself this time either. Eyes tracing his perfectly tight pecs, following a stray water droplet down over the planes of his abdomen, taking in the V-shape that led her gaze right to the dangerously loose knot of his towel.
She’d imagined her fantasy self to step up to him then, all coy and confident. Her hand trailing down his damp skin, nails leaving behind faint red marks as she’d blinked up at him through her lashes.
“What else do you appreciate about me?”
Maybe she’d have added a cheeky little sir while hooking her fingers into the towel, just to see how far she could push him—just to annoy him a little bit more.
Circling her clit with her index finger, her eyes closed and her lips parted, she’d pictured fantasy-Tim to take another step closer. The heel of her palm pressing right against the root of his cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was stirring beneath her touch. He’d reached out with his hand, cradling her cheek and jaw in his large palm—fingertips disappearing in her hair.
With his thumb trailing along her bottom lip, and this little, arrogant smirk, he’d have leaned in closer. “That you can take everything I give you. Always so eager to rise to the challenge, no matter how…big.”
She’d have wrapped her lips around his thumb, sucking softly on the digit, enjoying the taste of his skin on her tongue as she’d flicked it against the very tip.
Peaking over at him now, the memory of the wet sounds her fingers had made as she had pumped them inside her—the fantasy of his cock on her tongue, hot and hard and heavy—had her dig her nails harder into the door handle. Just act normal.
“So…”, racking her brain for what to say, she settled for the only thing coming to mind. “What did you do last night?”
She could feel his eyes on her while she kept her own trained stubbornly on the road. Maybe if she didn’t look at him all day, she could pretend that nothing was different.
“Worked out. Had dinner. Watched football.”
Normally she would have something to say about routine and his lack of hobbies, now all Lucy was thinking about was Tim in basketball shorts and a tank top, sweat rolling off his muscles. What the hell was wrong with her?
She had never felt like this—unmoored and scatter-brained. Certainly not over her attraction to a man. It was as if allowing herself to think about it last night had somehow opened a door, she hadn’t even known existed, and now she couldn’t find the key to lock it back up. Even this morning when she had stood in the shower, hot water washing away the remnants of sweat and arousal, her thoughts had drifted back to Tim. And no matter how much she tried to think of something else, her fingernails were digging softly into the skin of her abdomen, itching to sneak further down.
Lucy always had had a healthy relationship towards sex (and self-pleasure), understanding of the fact that sometimes your body just needed the release. That there was nothing wrong in touching yourself regularly.
And sometimes her own body craved sex multiple times—and that was perfectly normal.
However, this time it was like her skin was constantly on fire, and no matter how many times she tried to douse it, every orgasm simply seemed to stoke it higher and higher.
She had made herself come three times to increasingly explicit thoughts of Tim last night; sucking him off in the men’s locker room, letting him bend her over the hood of their shop, riding him in Grey’s office. And yet, if she had allowed herself to, she could’ve easily tallied it up to five in the morning. Instead, she had quickly rinsed off, put on her clothes and rushed to the station, hoping that if she saw Tim in person these fantasies would temper off. Unfortunately, the second he had walked into roll call, the arousal she had managed to ignore, reared its ugly had with such a vehemence, Lucy was genuinely afraid she had made some kind of sound.
“What? No lecture on routine? You feeling alright?”
Rolling her eyes, she sent him an unimpressed look. “Maybe I’m just getting bored of the teasing.”
And, okay, maybe she could do this. She had spent more time than not in the passenger seat of Tim’s shop, whatever this partnership was between them, it was routine. All she had to do was to pretend like nothing was different—and really; nothing was. Nothing had changed. Yes, she had allowed herself to fantasise about what it might feel like if he’d fuck her, but he hadn’t, and he wouldn’t.
Tim blew a breath out his nose, not entirely a snort, but clearly indicating he didn’t believe a word she just said. “You still make comments about me preferring my coffee black—every, single, time.”
“That’s different”, she defended, because who in their right mind enjoyed drinking bitter, astringent bean juice? “Besides, you never fail to insult my coffee choices.”
Pot and kettle.
“Because that’s not coffee. It’s sugar and milk, and whatever bizarre syrup choice you come up with that day.”
Narrowing her eyes, Lucy poked his arm. “You just don’t know how to enjoy things, Mr Whiskey-Straight-Coffee-Black-And-Working-Out-Is-Fun.”
“Okay, first of all, there is nothing wrong with enjoying a good work out”, rolling up to a red light, Tim looked over at her. “And, I do know how to have a good time.”
The way her stomach swooped at his words—how the deep, velvety smooth tone of his voice, send a shock of arousal through her body—told her that things weren’t magically back to normal. He wasn’t even saying anything suggestive, and she knew that, she really did, but apparently her body hadn’t gotten that memo.
Rubbing her thighs together, once—twice—she sat up straighter and chanced a quick glance at Tim. He was back to looking at the road, and if he had noticed the change in her demeanour, he didn’t let on.
With a silent breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, she gave a quick shrug, aiming for nonchalance. “Maybe”, she corrected her earlier quip. “I was just giving you the room to ask about my nights. You know—the way conversation normally works.”
She could practically feel his eyeroll, making her grin. It wasn’t until Tim did actually ask about her evening that she realised what she had just done. Digging her teeth into her plush lower lip, Lucy fervently tried to come up with something that didn’t start with ‘I was so wet thinking of you fucking me, that my bedsheets still weren’t completely dry in the morning’ and ended with ‘I’ve never come as hard as I did imagining your cock down my throat’.
She had a feeling Tim might not appreciate that kind of honesty. Not to mention she would sooner leave the country than have to look him in the eye ever again afterwards.
Just as she was opening her mouth to ramble on about some TV show, she had most definitely not watched last night, the radio crackled to life. Dispatch informed them that Jan and McNeill were requesting a supervisor, and Lucy had never been as thankful for someone committing a crime as she was now.
Thankfully, the scene they walked into was just chaotic enough to erase any thoughts about Tim’s cock or her late-night-fantasies.
Unfortunately, said reprieve only lasted until one of the three women, that had caused the police presence, threw a cup of coffee at one of the other women, only to miss and instead cover Tim in the warm liquid.
As it turned out, the three women were childhood friends, and when one of them caught the other sleeping with the thirds husband, she decided the best course of action would be to confront the other two with the news at their weekly mid-day coffee meet-up. Which, predictably, immediately went off the rails and once their screaming match reached the point where the owner of the coffee shop decided to call the police, all three women became even more agitated making it impossible for Jan and McNeill to calm them down. Tim and Lucy’s presence only made things worse, however, now that one of them had assaulted a police officer—even if just accidentally, and with coffee that luckily wasn’t hot enough anymore to actually burn Tim—it gave them the authority to arrest the thrower. And with one of them in custody, the other two decided it was best to leave peacefully with the promise of never coming back to the café.
So, really, Tim being made collateral damage had been a good thing. Well, a good thing for Jan and McNeill, who were taking their arrestee back to the station—not so much a good thing for Lucy, who was standing just inside the doorway of the bathroom clutching Tim’s spare uniform top and white undershirt to her chest.
After the coffee throw the owner of the shop had graciously offered up their private bathroom, while Lucy had rushed back to their shop to grab a change of clothes from Tim’s war bag. It hadn’t occurred to her that Tim was probably shirtless behind that door until she pushed it open and stepped inside.
Her gaze was immediately glued to the way the muscles in his back rippled as he used a washcloth to clean off remnants of coffee off his perfect abs. Her eyes widening as she watched a few droplets travelling further south, darkening the grey heather Calvin’s that were peeking through his open uniform pants.
And Lucy knew that it was wrong, but she couldn’t look away. Her eyes tracing the partial bulge, imagining what was hiding beneath the snugly fitting fabric. She couldn’t help but wonder if his cock was as big as she had fantasized last night. Couldn’t help but think about sinking to her knees right now and sucking him off to hopefully replace the scowl on his face with a far more pleasant expression. A scowl that was deepening when she met his eyes through the reflection of the mirror, his lips forming her name in an annoyed exhale and—
Shit. He’d been talking to her.
Snapping out of her very inappropriate thoughts, Lucy stepped further into the room. Pretending she hadn’t just shamelessly checked him out was the way to go, right? “Sorry, what?”
She didn’t think it was possible, but Tim’s scowl deepened even further, his lips pressed into such a fine line that it looked genuinely painful. “I asked if you were going to stand there until shift is over or if you’re going to give me my shirt.” It’s only then that she noticed his outstretched hand.
“Oh. Right, yeah. Here.” Hoping her face wasn’t as beet red as she felt it was, she quickly handed him the two tops. “I was just—uhm, I was just seeing if it burned you. I brought zinc just in case”, pulling out the topical cream, she held it up. Congratulating herself on such a smooth recovery, she quickly stepped closer to him under the guise of medical concern. Now that she had brought it up, she had to commit to her alibi, didn’t she? Besides, she had actually brought the cream out of worry that the coffee was hotter than Tim had led on, she might as well make sure he was okay.
She wasn’t sure if he truly bought her lie but he didn’t dwell on it further, instead just brushing her concern off. “I’m fine.”
And because she was in far too deep now, plus, well, she was always concerned for his well-being: “Tim…”
“I mean it, Chen. I’m perfectly alright”, rolling his eyes, he lifted the washcloth from his skin before turning to her fully. “See—no burns.”
Her eyes tracked down his chest and stomach, trying her best not to get side-tracked by his damp muscles. His tan skin was glistening in the harsh overhead light and it took everything in her not to reach out and touch him. But apart from the softest little reddish tint to the area where the warm coffee must’ve made contact, he was as alright as he claimed he was—no blisters, no obnoxiously fire-red patches or open wounds. Lucy wasn’t even sure if the slight irritation came from the ‘attack’ or his cleaning efforts.
“Happy? Can I get dressed now?”
Lucy bit the inside of her lip so hard, the metallic taste of blood spread over her tongue, everything in her trying its hardest not to say something stupid. Like; ‘I rather you didn’t’. Thankfully, her self-inflicted punishment worked and she managed to simply nod her head ‘yes’. “Jup. Yeah…uhm. I’m gonna”, awkwardly flicking her thumb over her shoulder, she nodded again, mostly to herself this time. “I’m gonna go”, she announced.
Without waiting for a reply, Lucy quickly hurried through the door, only to run straight into Officer Jan, who luckily had the foresight to step back when the bathroom door opened and just barely managed to avoid a collision. Which, she thought, was too bad; it might’ve knocked her unconscious and would’ve prevented any more humiliation.
Could this day get any worse?
“Uh, hi”, blinking rapidly, she looked up at the older officer. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you guys went back to the station.”
He held up a form, “we need Sarge to sign this.”
“Right…no, of course. Uh, Tim’s, uhm he’s in the bathroom.” Stepping aside, so he could get to the door, Lucy quickly made her way down the corridor, hopping Tim had managed to get his shirts on by the time Jan entered.
It just had to be Jan, hadn’t it? After running into him when she had tried to prank Tim with the baby boots again, he now caught her leaving a bathroom with her half-naked sergeant inside. God, there was just no way, he wasn’t thinking that they weren’t hooking up. Huffing out a breath, she ripped open the passenger door of their shop once she made it outside, throwing the stupid zinc salve into the footwell before remembering that Tim was totally going to freak out over that, and instead stuffing it into the clove compartment.
Settling sideways on the seat, her feet propped up on the door sill, she placed her elbows on her knees and let her head fall into the cradle of her hands, pushing the pads of her fingers into her closed eyelids.
Lucy knew that all the awkwardness today had been on her. Normally, she wouldn’t have even blinked twice going into the bathroom, wouldn’t have cared that Tim was shirtless. Hell, she might’ve just stepped up and actually touched him just to make sure the coffee hadn’t burned him. Today, however, seeing his skin on display like that, had her fumbling like an idiot—everything in her screaming at her to throw herself at him like an animal in heat.
Was that it? Now that she had opened that door and accepted that Tim wasn’t just her hot co-worker, but someone she was genuinely attracted to, she wouldn’t be able to work with him anymore? Would spend every second of every day fantasising and antagonizing over the fact that she wanted him to fuck her face first into her mattress…or against a wall, over a table, on a sofa…she wasn’t picky.
Groaning, she let her head fall back while turning to sit properly in her seat.
What was she going to do?
The most responsible thing to do would be to tell him that being his aide wasn’t working out and then maybe volunteer for the midnight shift so that she would’ve to never see him again without having to leave Mid-Wilshire altogether. It would throw the timeline for her career back quite a bit, because who would let her become a detective if she couldn’t even hack it as a sergeant’s aide? But, it’s not like it matters, did it? The second Tim realised she had a crush on him, he’d have her reassigned, probably horrified. He wouldn’t say anything, of course, but people would question it—just like people had questioned it when he hadn’t chosen her to be his go-fer from the get-go. Except this time, it would be heaps more embarrassing, it’s not like people would believe that they simply realised that they don’t work well together, especially once they notice that the two of them are completely avoiding each other. And then—then they would probably speculate that it’s because they were hooking up, or are hooking up, and now Lucy would be forced to admit that she’s the one with the hopeless crush who had been turned down by Tim.
God, she would need to leave Mid-Wilshire, maybe even LA as a whole—after all cops loved gossip like this. It wouldn’t reach as far as San Diego or Santa Barbara though, right? If all else failed, she could still head up to San Francisco.
Taking a deep breath, Lucy shook her head dispelling any thoughts of having to go into exile. She knew she was being dramatic—okay, so today was awkward, whatever. She just had to find a way to stop thinking about Tim sexually and then everything would be back to normal. Or rather normal-ish. Normal-adjacent.
All Lucy had to do was make it through twelve months of being Tim’s aide and then she could take the detective’s exam and move out of patrol. And then no one would question why she escaped being his go-fer, her career would be fine and so would her reputation (and her pride).
She could do that.
Tim pulled open the driver side door, sliding into the seat with a huff, his Bradford-Frown™ in full effect. “What did you say to Jan?”
Pulling her door closed, Lucy’s head snapped in his direction. “What?”
“He kept grinning at me like the cat that go the cream”, he grumbled. “Pretty sure he was seconds away from clapping me on the back if I hadn’t reminded him, I had the power to assign him to the drunk tank with Smitty.”
She couldn’t do that.
“No idea what that’s about”, she lied. “I didn’t say anything to him.”
“Right…”
Lucy could feel him continuously glancing over to her, but she kept her eyes resolutely on the road, or out her passenger side window. She had decided to go back to her pre-coffee incident plan and simply not look at Tim for the rest of their shift. If she pretended like he wasn’t even there, she could hopefully also pretend like she wasn’t so horny that her underwear was already soaked through even though it was only 10AM.
Ignoring Tim was going well, until he took a left onto an empty parking lot and put their shop into park. Looking around for whatever caused him to stop and coming up empty, she found herself forced to look at him. “What, uh, what are we doing?”
“Parking.”
She rolled her eyes at that. “Clearly. But why?”
“Well,” he unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed his backrest back a little, his arms crossed over his chest. “I thought I might get a bit of shut-eye in until you finally decide to tell me what’s wrong.”
“Wrong?” Lucy wasn’t proud of how her voice went up at that. Coughing, she licked her lips. “Uh, nothing’s wrong. Why would there be something wrong?”
“You tell me.”
“I’m telling you; there’s nothing wrong.”
“Chen”, he was using his TO voice and as annoyed as she wanted to be, she couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched at the tone. Damn him. “I’m probably going to regret asking, but you’ve been acting strange since roll call. So, spit it out.”
Felling trapped and unsure of what to say without telling him what was wrong with her, she decided to deflect. “I thought we don’t talk about personal things in the shop?”
Tim blew a breath out his nose, dangerously close to a snort. “We both know, you don’t care about that. Besides whatever is wrong has you distracted and that’s something we can’t afford out on the streets. So, unless you want to go back to the station and be saddled with the paperwo—”
“It’s nothing”, Lucy interrupted, sighing. “It’s just…I can’t stop thinking about what you said, okay?”
There. That wasn’t a total lie, besides it was the reason she had started thinking about Tim sexually in the first place. To-ma-to, to-ma-to.
“Said what?”
“Yesterday after shift—when you explained why you didn’t choose me as your aide.”
“Right”, he nodded, raising an eyebrow. “And you said it’s ridiculous.”
“Because it is!” Throwing her hands up to emphasize her point. “It’s just…well, it got me thinking. And it’s just, what if everyone thinks I only made it through my probationary period because I, I don’t know, sucked your dick, or something?”
Tim sucked in a sharp breath, a noise tearing from his throat that sounded like he was drowning and coughing at the same time before he quietly stuttered out a ‘uh’.
Now that she had found a way to explain what was going on without outright lying to him, she couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of her. And well, it actually felt good to talk to someone about this. Although it wasn’t the reason, she was acting off today, the whole thing still weighed on her.
“I’ll never get promoted. Or—or if I do, there’s always going to be whispers about if I fucked my way to the top. Or that you made it happen in exchange for se—”
“No one”, he quickly interrupted, coughing. “It’s not, uh, no one thinks we’re…you know.”
Honestly, Lucy would’ve thought his awkwardness was endearing if she hadn’t put herself into another spiral. Because now that she was thinking about it; even if she managed to pull herself together, what if it didn’t matter? What if she was already branded by people thinking they were having sex?
“Jan does.”
“What?”
Looking back over at him, Lucy bit her lip. “Officer Jan”, she clarified even though she knew that wasn’t the point he was confused about. “You asked what I said to him, but it’s more what he thought he saw. You know, me coming out of the bathroom? He thought we were hooking up.”
The tips of his years were burning red as he rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “That’s ridiculous”, he immediately countered. “I had coffee frown on me, of course I had to take my shirt off. That’s how that works.”
“You know that, and I know that, but uh, he also, kind of, he saw me leave the men’s locker room after you caught me hiding the second pair of boots”, closing her eyes, Lucy shook her head before letting a humourless laugh escape her.
“Well, then I’ll just tell him that nothing is going on; problem solved.”
“God, you’re such a man”, she moaned. Looking back at Tim, she raised an eyebrow. “He’s not going to believe you. In fact, he’s just going to think he’s right if you confront him about it.”
“Chen— “, but before he could say whatever it was that he wanted to counter, dispatch sounded over the radio. For a moment Tim silently looked at her, his lips moving around words he wasn’t saying, then he shook his head and made a grab for the hand-held, calling them ‘on-route’.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Lucy hadn’t quite decided yet, calls kept coming in continuously until the end of shift, denying them any opportunity to continue their talk. Even lunch had been hectic, they barely had sat down when Angela had pulled Tim away for, something or other—she hadn’t said and then when he had come back, John had shown up and any private conversation that might’ve happened between them had to be postponed. And then a call had them scrambling to inhale their food and get back on the streets.
The only good thing was that they had been so busy that Lucy barely had time to think about Tim inappropriately. Still, any time she did have, she had checked him out—eyeing his ass as he walked in front of her, tracking the movement of his long, slender fingers as he tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel, the flex of his biceps and the squaring of his shoulders. Hell, she had even found her gaze glued to his thighs while they were running after a suspect.
The rational part of her knew that she was being ridiculous, but the part of her that was itching to get home so she could continue to fantasize about his cock was cheering her horny brain on.
Either way, today had solidified her resolve to tell Tim that she couldn’t be his aide anymore. Because while she had managed to do her job, her thoughts still kept straying into places they shouldn’t. How long until she was too distracted to properly react and get one of them hurt? Or worse?
She didn’t want to, of course, she loved working with Tim, but what other option was there?
A voice, that sounded suspiciously like her old psychology professor, whispered that maybe the reason she was that distracted was because she had made masturbating to thoughts of Tim this big thing. That the guilt of sexualizing someone that had been nothing but a good friend to her, was eating away at her and now her subconscious was torturing her with even more guilt-tinged thoughts. And that once she woke up tomorrow things would be different, and by this time next week she would be laughing at her panic-soaked thoughts of today.
Or, by this time next week she would be visiting Tim in the hospital because she was too distracted to have his six.
Sighing deeply, she threw her locker closed, swinging her bag over her shoulder and headed out into the bullpen. Tim had disappeared on her once they had made it to the station, leaving her with all of their paperwork, which, she knew, was part of her job as his aide, so she had only grumbled a teeny-tiny bit, before sitting down at a desk. When end of shit had rolled around, she had seen him talk to Grey in his office, so she had decided to change first before talking to him about being reassigned, but looking around now, she found him still talking to Grey. So, either she could wait around until he was done or she could go home and talk to him tomorrow before roll call.
Biting her lip, she nodded to herself—maybe the little voice was right; maybe she’d be better tomorrow. There really was no need to rush into anything, right?
She knew, of course, that it was the selfish part of her, the part that didn’t want to give up being his aide, that made her walk out into the parking garage. But well, if she was still unable to look at Tim without being assaulted by pornographic fantasies, she would tell him that they couldn’t work together anymore and then there really was no harm done in her being selfish for a bit.
Picking up enough Thai for Tamara and her on the way home, Lucy already felt better than she had all day. She had come up with a plan; get Tim out of her mind or stop being his aide and while she was still worried about possible gossip and having to go into exile in San Francisco, she was feeling a lot more confident about her decision. Especially with the salty-sweet aroma of their food wafting through the interior of her Nissan.
The thing she realized was that whether she stayed his aide or not, people already thought they were having sex, so really, the gossip and possible hardship come promotion time was unavoidable. So, the only important thing now was that she made whatever decision was the least likely to end in either of them getting hurt—or for Tim to find out she was attracted to him and ruining their friendship.
Groaning, she pulled open her door and threw the Thai onto the counter. Because now that she had put a checkmark behind her ‘everyone thinks were fucking’ worries, another thought had hit her with all the subtly of a freight train; what if Tim found out she had been getting herself off with him in mind?
Trying to stop another spiral, Lucy focused on pulling dishware out of her cupboards. “Tam?”, she called. “I brought fried rice and noddle soup, you interested?” Pulling her eyebrows together, she looked towards Tamara’s room. “T?”
Walking over to knock before opening the door and sticking her head inside, she was greeted by an unmade bed but no Tamara, which wasn’t unusual and a look at her phone confirmed that she was simply studying with friends. After texting her a quick ‘have fun’, Lucy put the food she had gotten for Tamara in the fridge.
It wasn’t a big deal, but she couldn’t deny that she was disappointed. She really didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts right now. Not that she would tell Tamara what she was thinking about, but at the very least her presence would stop Lucy from doing something stupid. Like pulling off her clothes and crawling into bed to masturbate again.
Even if she was itching for that release again, she knew she’d just feel guiltier and make it even harder for herself to continue her friendship with Tim.
So, instead she plated the crab fried rice, poured the spicy prawn noddle soup into a bowl and settled down on her sofa with a glass of wine, turning on the newest episode of the true crime podcast she was currently listening to.
It wasn’t how she wanted to spend the evening, but it was indefinitely better than having a great orgasm ruined by overwhelming guilt and burning-hot shame.
Three spoonfuls of soup and half a glass of wine later, although the latter was hardly an indication of time, considering she had downed it in a single sip, a knock sounded at her door. Lucy set her food down and quietly walked over to her door, looking through the peephole only to find Tim on the other side. He had his hands stuffed in his jeans, eyes flitting up and down the corridor. A part of her felt tempted to just ignore him, not ready for that conversation he was surely here for, nor was she sure if it was a good idea to have him in her apartment when she had barely even resisted the urge to climb him like a tree while at work.
Eventually though, she sucked in a deep breath, unlocked her door and pulled it open—his gaze immediately snapping to her.
“Hi.”
“Hi…”, trailing off, she bit her lip. “Is everything, uh, is there something wrong at the station?”
“No. No, everything’s fine. I’ve…I thought about what you said and—”
The door to the apartment two doors down opened up, Mrs. Felt greeting her enthusiastically, Lucy smiled back politely before looking at Tim again, who was scratching the back of his neck, even more uncomfortable than before.
“Uh, can I maybe come in?”
Stepping back, she nodded. “Sure, yeah…do you, uhm”, walking into the kitchen she pulled open her refrigerator. “Do you want something to eat? I’ve got another noddle soup and fried rice if you want. It’s, uhm, it’s pork.” She looked back at Tim who was pulling the door closed behind him.
He looked from her to the sofa, clearly noticing the food she had been eating, before nodding. “Yeah, sure, I could eat.”
“Beer or wine”, she asked while already pulling a beer bottle out and smirking to herself when he validated her choice. The food had barely even cooled down since she had put it away, but she still popped it in the microwave for a few moments before beckoning Tim over to the couch and handing him his plates.
Apart from a quick ‘thanks’, they ate in silence, but despite the unfamiliarity of eating with him off shift, and the awkwardness of the day, the quiet wasn’t uncomfortable or heavy. For the first time all day it actually felt like them. Lucy couldn’t explain it, had no idea why sitting on her couch and eating Thai food was somehow so much more familiar than sitting in a shop all day when that is what their relationship had always entailed.
Maybe it was because all her fantasies had focused around work; the locker room, their shop, even Grey’s office.
Here and now, it was easier to separate Sergeant Tim Bradford, her unfairly hot boss, and Tim, her friend who had become one of the most important people in her life. Which didn’t mean that she wasn’t attracted to Tim when he was out of uniform and genuinely nice to her, without the chain of command between them, it’s just that she didn’t feel like she was at risk of jumping him any time soon.
Eventually their silence had to come to an end and Lucy knew that, of course, still when Tim put his spoon down and leaned back, his gaze trying to meet hers, she had the sudden urge to run.
What if he had come to the same conclusion she had? Was he about to fire her from being his aide?
She knew that it was the most logical course of action (even if Tim’s intention was massively different, from Lucy’s; after all, he still thought this was about what other people saw in their relationship), still, the same selfish desire to keep him close, that had made her push the inevitable back until tomorrow, was now bubbling up in the form of anger. How dare Tim pull the ripcord before Lucy was ready for it?
“Chen— “
Lucy sighed, took another sip of her wine before placing it on the coffee table and finally turned to look at him, one of her legs pulled up under her. “Look…I know I freaked out today, and it’s really sweet that your worried, but it’s not that big of a deal, right?”
He scoffed at that, and Lucy tried really hard not to be insulted by that, she really did.
“I get that people thinking you fucked your rookie, isn’t exactly flattering, or…or cheapens the importance of what you did— “
“And you’re not bothered by people thinking that we’re…uh, you know?”
“I mean, I”, biting the inside of her lip, Lucy tried to think of a way lead this conversation in another direction.
Crossing his arms, he leaned forward. “You could barely look me in the eye all day.”
“Tim— “
“No, listen. I get what you were saying earlier; that they wouldn’t believe us that nothing is happening, but I still think I should talk to Jan. Make it clear that these rumors are making you uncomfortable.”
“God, Tim, I wasn’t uncomfortable because of the rumors, I was uncomfortable because I couldn’t stop thinking about having sex with you!” She laughed at that, shaking her head before she realized what she had just said, her eyes widening in shock. “Uh…”
Tim’s eyes were equally as wide, his jaw slack, his lips moving around silent words.
Lucy was waiting for the same flustered reaction he had given her when she had pranked him on their last day as rookie and training officer. For him to tell her he was flattered, that she was a nice girl, or whatever it had been that he had babbled about back then. God, why had she said that to him?
The longer Tim stayed silent; the more nervous Lucy became. Was he already drafting his sexual harassment claim in his head? Jumping up from the sofa, she grabbed his, still half-full, beer bottle. “I’m going to get you another beer”, she told him while nodding to herself and basically falling over her own feet in her rush to get as far away from him as possible in her apartment. The cooler air from the fridge was doing nothing to cool down her super-heated skin, her embarrassment spreading down to her chest, making her fingers shake as she pulled another bottle out. What was she going to do? Was it too late to claim her words were just a really ill-timed joke? Turning around she found herself face to face with Tim, a gasp escaping her lips.
“Lucy.”
“Tim?”
Instead of giving her an answer, he simply stepped closer, an expression on his face that Lucy had never seen before. There was wonder there, uncertainty too, but ultimately it was the lust-blown pupils and the shine of his lower lip where he must’ve wet it with his tongue, that glued her in to the fact that he wasn’t angry. That it hadn’t been his inability to let her down easy that kept him quiet, that Lucy had simply surprised him by voicing a shared desire.
Swallowing, her eyes moved between his before falling to his lips. “Tim”, she whispered again, her voice breathy. Needy.
It must’ve been the permission he had been waiting for, surging forward their mouths collided in a frantic kiss.
After spending the day in a perpetual state of guilt and panic, the softness of his lips felt like absolution. No longer interested in holding back her desires, no longer needing to hold back her lust, Lucy gave back as good as she got, sinking her teeth into his lower lip and soothing the sting with soft strokes of her tongue. Letting go of the beer, she wrapped her arms around his neck instead. The glass shattered on the floor, liquid splattering up their legs but neither of them cared as Tim backed her up against the still open fridge. Gasping into his mouth as the cold shelves dug into her back, he used the opening to dip his tongue between her lips, Lucy quickly meeting him stroke for stroke.
“God, Tim”, she moaned sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Their breaths were spilling roughly into each other, but not even the lack of oxygen was enough to break them apart, lips wetly coming together again and again and again. Now that she was allowed to kiss him, she never wanted to stop. Never wanted to lose the way her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest, or how her fingers were trembling against the skin of his neck, eager to explore more of him. Letting one of her hands fall to his lower back, she snuck her fingertips under his shirt, softly exploring his skin.
Tim’s hips snapped forward with her touch, grinding his prominent erection against her stomach, causing her to rattle the contents of the fridge, another glass shattering on the floor.
Panting, he leaned his forehead against hers, finally breaking the exploration of their lips and tongues. Not ready to stop kissing him, Lucy tried to chase his taste, her lips nipping the skin of his jaw before Tim wrapped a hand around her cheek, his thumb pushing her chin back down. Whimpering in protest, she dipped her head, sucking his thumb into her mouth and sucking on the digit.
Looking down at her lips, a sound so primal, that it made her thighs clench, escaped his throat. As if he couldn’t help himself either, he pushed his thumb deeper. Eyes blown wide while watching her suck on his skin, flicking her tongue against the tip.
“Tim, please”, she mumbled around his finger.
Groaning, he shook his head, pulling back. For one panic-filled second Lucy thought that he’s regretting having kissed her, but before the idea could take roots, he took hold of her hips, lifting her like she weighted nothing. Quickly wrapping her arms around him with a gasp, she let him carry her away from the mess they had made of her floor, and settling on the counter he’d set her down on. “You’re not wearing shoes”, he explained with a quick glance at the shards.
“I don’t care.” If getting to continue to make out with Tim meant that she had to, literally, walk on broken glass then she’d do so happily.
He laughed hoarsely, shaking his head. “You’re saying that now, but once we have to stop this because you’re bleeding all over your kitchen, you’re gonna change your mind.”
Biting down on her bottom lip, she looked up into his eyes. “So, we—we’re doing this?”
The second her teeth freed her tender skin, Tim swooped down, sucking her lip into his mouth, his tongue soothing the swollen flesh. Gasping, she dug her fingernails into the buzzed hair on the back of his head, the other grabbing hold of his hip to pull him closer.
“We’re doing this”, he confirmed against her mouth before pulling back a little to look into her eyes. His hands stroking up and down her thighs before settling on her waist, he quickly pulled her to the edge, their hips colliding with synchronized moans when his hard length pressed against the seam of her pants. “Unless you changed your mind?”
“Tim”, she hissed. “If you don’t fuck me, I might just shoot you.”
“And we can’t have that”, he agreed with a chuckle.
Shaking her head in agreement, she let her hand fall to his neck, softly digging her nails into his skin. “Exactly, I’m really in no mood to hide your body”, with that she pulled him down for another kiss, gasping into his mouth when he rolled his hips against her.
“Really setting a romantic mood here”, he groaned against her lips.
“I’m not trying to.”
“Clearly”, with that he pulled back, again.
Lucy was seconds away from snapping at him—really, she could appreciate a certain amount of delayed gratification, but after being wet and frustrated all day, she wasn’t in the mood for teasing—before he took hold of her shirt, pulling it up over her head and throwing it in the direction of the sofa. The shattering of glass echoed through the apartment just as Tim pulled one laced-covered nipple into his mouth. He tried to pull away, but Lucy quickly grabbed hold of his longer strands of her, making it clear she wanted him to remain exactly where he was.
Tim indulged her, suckling on the erect bud while his hand twisted the other one between his thumb and forefinger.
She knew that she should probably care about the mess they had made, and continued to make of her apartment—she was pretty sure that the wine glass he had just accidentally destroyed still had wine in it—but all Lucy really cared about right now was to satisfy her need for Tim.
Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra, letting the green lace slip down her arms, Tim pulling back to help get rid of the garment.
“Fuck, Lucy”, he groaned. “You’re perfect.” His hands immediately found her breasts again, eagerly massaging and playing with her nipples. His head dipping down to take one of them in his mouth again, drawing his tongue in circles around the dark nub.
Moaning, she scraped her nails up his neck, moving through the cropped hair before cupping his jaw and forcing his head up to look him in the eyes. “Tim”, she gasped. “I need you.”
He hummed placatingly, moving in to capture her lips in a bruising kiss again. She felt him smile against her mouth when a whine tumbled over her tongue. “I know”, he promised. Cupping her cheek, he angled her face into another kiss, his tongue dipping between her lips as he let his hand fall to join his other in unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.
Lucy eagerly lifted her hips, aiding him in pulling the fabric down her legs before immediately wrapping them around his waist, her heels digging into his ass while pushing her lace-covered center against the substantial bulge in his jeans.
His lips opened in a gasp against hers, his fingertips digging into the meat of her thighs as he tried to push himself impossibly closer. His erection putting direct pressure on her clit in a way that had her buck against him.
“Please”, she whimpered, not even bothered by how whiny she sounded. She was desperate and she wasn’t embarrassed by it, not anymore—not when she was this close to getting what she wanted.
But Tim, the smug bastard, shook his head, his lips moving up to her ears before sucking on the lope, his teeth scraping along the sensitive flesh. “I want to taste you first”, drawing his tongue along the shell of her ear before pulling back, he looked down at her. “I want to feel you come all over my tongue before I fuck you.”
Sucking in a breath, Lucy whimpered. And God, she wanted that too, but she needed him to fuck her first or she might just loose it. “Later, Tim. First—I need to you to fuck me first.”
He hummed, his thumbs drawing small circles on the soft skin of her thighs. “The first time that I’m gonna fuck you will be on a bed, so, we can move this to your bedroom, or you can take my tongue right here and right now like a good girl. The choice is yours, Lucy.”
Eyes rolling back, she dug her fingernails harshly into his neck and unlike her previous scrapes and teasing scratches, this time she was leaving behind marks that wouldn’t disappear by tomorrow. “Yeah, ye—yeah, your tongue. I want your tongue…”
“There you go”, he praised, his voice this dark, velvety thing that had her whimpering again. God, she was totally gone on him, wasn’t she? “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
She watched with half-lidded eyes as he lowered himself to his knees, placing open-mouthed kisses along her body until he was level with her lace-covered pussy. Her eyes tracked his tongue as it flicked out to wet his lips. “Tim…stop teasing.”
Just to defy her, he turned his head, pressing a kiss into the inside of her thigh. His tongue drawing senseless figures on the soft skin as his eyes locked onto hers. Making it abundantly clear that the more she protested, the more he would torture her. Nodding desperately, Lucy let out a relieved breath when he took it as the agreement, she had meant it as, his lips moving slowly up, up, up. His nose just barely brushing against the dark green spot on the delicate lace.
“You smell delicious”, he murmured. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? So desperate for my cock, hmm?”
“Fucking hell, Tim”, she gasped. Not even twenty minutes ago, he couldn’t even say the word ‘sex’, his face lightening up with such a fierce blush at just the idea of them, and now here he was saying the hottest things she had ever heard directed at her in her entire life.
He chuckled softly against her. Seeking out her gaze, he kept his eyes intently trained on her as he pushed the flat of his tongue against the wet fabric, slowly dragging it upwards until he could wrap his lips around her clit, sucking teasingly on the clothed bundle of nerves.
No longer able to hold herself up, her entire body fell backwards onto the granite. The cold of the stone contrasted sharply with the scorching heat of his mouth, making her bend her back with a gasp before pushing her hips closer to his face again.
Flicking his tongue against her clit once, twice, three times, he broke the suction of his lips and sat back on his haunches. She wanted to scream at him, but managed to swallow down her protest, nothing but a sob escaping her throat. He had already proven that he wouldn’t listen to her commands, at least not right now, and the last thing she wanted was for him to tease her even more. Thankfully, his fingers wrapped around her underwear, pulling the delicate fabric roughly down her thighs. Lucy could barely lift her hips in time to make it easier, the lace tearing noisily, but really, between everything else that had fallen victim to their passion, she couldn’t have cared less if he had burned them off of her.
Moving his hands synchronously up her legs, he placed his thumbs on either side of her pussy, spreading her open for his viewing pleasure. He groaned roughly, the sound tearing from his throat. “So beautiful…God, you did so well picking my tongue, didn’t you? Such a good job.”
She tried her hardest not to whimper at his words, but she had always been a sucker for praise and having Tim Bradford, of all people, delivering it while kneeling between her legs—well, it was simply impossible for her not to react.
A smug smirk curved up his lips as he tapped his thumb dangerously close to where she wanted him. “You like that, don’t you?” When she didn’t answer immediately, out of stubbornness or inability, she wasn’t quite sure herself, he turned his head, sinking his teeth into the meat of her thigh.
With a gasp, she grabbed hold of his hair, her eyes snapping open to look at him.
“Answer me”, he demanded.
“Yes, God, yes. I do.”
Dragging his tongue over the bitemark, he decided to finally, finally, reward her for her patience; his lips sucking her clit into his mouth.
“Shit!” Her head hit the counter with a hard thud.
Now that he had gotten a taste, Tim was relentless, quickly building up her pleasure until she felt her thighs shake uncontrollably on either side of his head.
Lucy couldn’t remember a time when someone going down on her had ever felt this good. The warmth of his tongue as he fluttered it in short, quick flicks against her nerves, surrounded by the gorgeous suction of his lips felt heavenly. It had her whimpering and moaning out nonsensical praise, her voice climbing higher and higher in tone with every second.
She could already feel her orgasm building, waves after waves of pleasure crashing violently through her body.
Tim didn’t let up, his eyes burning into her half-lidded own. Drawing the flat of his tongue over her clit, he playfully swirled one of his fingers down her labia before pressing the tip down against her entrance, causing her to buck up into him.
She could feel his smirk against her wet flesh even if he hummed in admonishment, the vibration sending sparks up her nerves. Locking his free arm over her hips he kept her pinned down on the counter as he swirled patterns around her clit while slowly, oh, so achingly slow, dipping his finger inside her. Twisting his hand, he kept his digit angled up against her front wall, the pad putting continues pressure on the velvety smooth skin as he just as slowly pulled back out of her.
“Tim”, she whimpered, clenching her thighs around his head.
But instead of repeating the action, or giving her more, he pulled his lips back, swirling his wet finger over her clit, rubbing soft circles into the nub. She watched as he licked his lips, watching his own handiwork with rapt fascination, before finally looking up to meet her gaze.
“I’m going to make you come now”, he promised, or warned, she couldn’t be sure. Never before had a man made her this desperate and needy, and a part of Lucy was worried she might not survive tonight. If just making out and letting him go down on her was any indication of what she was in for, once she’d actually get fucked by him, then she might not be able to walk come tomorrow. “I want to hear you”, he continued with a flick of his finger, making her gasp. “If you bite your lip, if you hold back in anyway—I will stop and you don’t get to come, understood?”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head with a desperate groan. God, his voice so reminiscent of the tone he had always used with her when he was still her TO shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did.
Nodding her agreement, she forced herself to look at him.
“Good girl.”
The desperate sound that was dripping from her tongue at that, intensified the smug look in his eyes ten-fold. Considering, however, that even without letting her come, no one had ever made her feel as good as he had, so, he had every right to be that full of himself.
He placed an almost chaste kiss against her hip bone before going in for the kill, licking his tongue up through her flesh, spreading her open with such an obscenely loud wet sound that she was sure it could be heard in the hallway.
She groaned out a moan, both hands grabbing for his hair and silently cursing the fact that most of it was buzzed short, and so, digging her fingernails into his scalp instead.
Tim pushed the tip of his tongue underneath the hood of her clit, curving around the small bundle of nerves before fluttering out a quick rhyme that had her seeing stars. Her body bowed off the counter almost curling in on herself, the pleasure so intense as he did something with his tongue that had her screaming his name.
Sweat was rolling down her temple, striking down between the valley of her breasts. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the way her muscles shook, her thighs clenching desperately, as Tim kept up whatever the hell he was doing to her body.
“Oh, oh, oh, Tim!”
Her orgasm tore through her violently, her head falling back as she screamed in pleasure until her voice gave out and she could do nothing but writher and shake, Tim licking her through it without mercy.
She must’ve blacked out for a moment because when she opened her eyes again, Tim was standing, drawing soft circles on her naked back, her upper body slumped in his arms. Lifting her head slowly, she met his eyes. “Holy fucking shit— “
Barking out a laugh, he cupped her jaw, thumb softly stroking along the unblemished skin of her cheek. “You alright?”
“Yeah”, she hummed, licking her lips. “I just don’t think I can ever look at your mouth again without remembering how hard you just made me come.”
“Wait until you find out what I can do with my fingers.”
Groaning, she quickly captured his lips with her own. She had a feeling that it didn’t matter what part of his body he used; he’d always find a way to make her come as hard as she just had. Reluctantly, Lucy pulled back from their kiss, her hand slowly dragging down his t-shirt-covered chest. “I’m much more interest in finding out what you can do with you cock”, she whispered against his lips, her hand cupping his hard length through his jeans, making her acutely aware of the fact that he still had all of his clothes on. Squeezing him softly, she looked up into his eyes. “You’re overdressed…”
Bucking into the cradle of her hand, a groan fell from his lips, eyes falling shut. “Shit”, he gasped.
It’s the first time since he kissed her that he wasn’t in complete control, and suddenly Lucy wanted nothing more than to sink to her knees and make him beg and plead as he came down her throat. Clenching her thighs that were wrapped around Tim’s hips, Lucy let her eyes fall shut, her thumb stroking along the bulging curve of his cock.
His head fell against her shoulder, his breath coming in uneven gasps as he pushed himself continuously against her hand seeking out friction.
Flicking open his button, she fully intended to return the favor—as much as she wanted him to fuck her, she also really wanted him to feel her down her throat, but before she could, Tim’s hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand up between him.
“I promised to fuck you”, he explained when their eyes met. Grabbing hold of her thighs, he hoisted her into his arms, Lucy quickly wrapping her arms and legs around him.
He managed to get them to her bedroom without colliding with any walls or falling over his feet, even if Lucy did her best to distract him. Their lips coming together in increasingly desperate kisses, their tongues stroking and exploring freely. She hadn’t even spent an entire night with him yet and already she found herself obsessed with his lips. Utterly taken with the soft skin and his eager tongue. How he seemed to never get enough of her, the way she couldn’t get enough of him.
Depositing her on the mattress, Tim’s eyes roved over her body, cataloging every dip and smooth patch of skin, his pupils blowing wider with every ticking moment.
Lifting her hand, she made a sweeping gesture over his clothed form. “Off”, she demanded.
With a raised eyebrow, he stepped closer to the bed until his thighs hit the mattress. “I’m going to let this one go.”
Chuckling, she propped her foot up, softly nudging his leg with her toes. “Are you going to punish me for the next one?” Her tone was seductive but playful. It was the dark intensity to his eyes, however, that let her smirk slip of her lips, her body squirming in the soft sheets.
A reaction Tim hadn’t missed. “Would you like that?”
Biting down on her lip, she found that she would like that. And maybe she would tell Tim about that eventually; for now, she pulled her legs up under her before spreading out on her stomach, fluttering her eyelashes up at him. “Maybe I’m going to punish you,” she husked. Placing one hand on his thigh, she leaned forward and stroked her tongue along the hard length of him through his jeans. “You promised to fuck me, and yet…,” trailing off, she pouted up at him.
Sucking in a sharp breath, he nodded. “Yeah,” he groaned as Lucy flicked her tongue against his zipper, teeth biting down on the tab and pulling. “Fuck,” he mumbled, taking hold of both sides of the waistband, so that she had an easier time undoing his metal prison. Once the zipper was down, he quickly unlaced his shoes, pulling them and his socks off before stepping out of his jeans and practically tearing his shirt up off over his head.
Lucy grinned up at him, watching eagerly as he stalked over to her, finally wearing nothing but his tight-fitting boxer briefs. The Calvin’s hid absolutely nothing as she eyed him with clenched thighs. Fuck, he was big.
Tim combed a hand through her hair, pulling her head back until he could cup her jaw with the other, softly stroking his thumb along her bottom lip. “Get on your back in the middle of the bed.”
She pushed her lip out, his thumb sliding over the wet, velvety soft skin on the inside. “I thought you were going to fuck me face first into the sheets.”
“I will,” he promised with a hum. “But first I want you on your back.”
Pushing against his hold on her, she leaned forward, eyeing the darker grey were some of his pre-cum had leaked into the fabric. Her lips curved around his head in a little suckling kiss, leaving behind an even more prominent wet spot before she sat up on her knees. “Is that the good Catholic boy talking?”
Groaning, he let his hand fall from her hair to her shoulder, slowly curving down her waist until he could curl his fingers over her hip. “No. That’s; I want you to watch as I slowly spread you open on my cock until you take every last inch like the good girl I know you can be, talking.” With that, he pushed against her hip, urging her to move into the position he wanted.
“Oh,” she gasped. No longer resisting him, she quickly shuffled to the middle of the bed, pulling a pillow over and propping her head up on it to fulfill his fantasy.
With a satisfied smirk, Tim stepped out of his briefs, his dick slapping wetly against his stomach, the head coming to rest against his bellybutton.
Licking her lips as she let her legs fall open, her eyes trailing wantonly along his length. “Fuck, you’re massive.”
His laughter echoed through the bedroom as he climbed onto the bed. “You can take it,” he promised.
And she wanted to. She would. Even if that meant she had to flunk out of work tomorrow, everyone was already thinking they were having sex, right? Might as well give them something to talk about.
He settled on his haunches in front of her, quickly grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her ass up to rest on his thighs. The incline gave her an even better view of her pussy, just as he wanted. She could feel his cock rest against her lower back, the heavy hardness of him burning hotly all along her skin and making her all too aware of the fact that this was happening. That Tim Bradford, her former TO, her current sergeant, was going to fuck her. She knew that should terrify her far more than it did. Sure, they had already fucked up, but they could still pretend like the kisses and him eating her out on her kitchen counter hadn’t happened. They could still go back to how things were before, back to being friends and co-workers. Once they crossed that final line, however, Lucy wouldn’t be able to pretend. Once she had him, she wasn’t ready to let go of him again.
“You okay?” he asked. Far more in tune with her than either of them would’ve admitted to before tonight.
Breathing in deeply, she smiled at him. “Yeah…just, this isn’t a one-time thing for me,” she was nervous, she realized. She thought that for him it also was more than just a one-night-stand, but still, she was anxious for his answer.
Tim slowly stroked up and down her thighs. “I wouldn’t risk our working relationship—our career—for a simple fuck, Lucy.”
She looked between his eyes, noting the affection taking hold in the azure blue. “It’s worth it, right?”
“It is for me.”
Reaching out, she squeezed one of his hands. “For me too.”
With that, clearly over talking, he sunk a finger into her. Her wetness easing the way even as she clamped around him desperately once he settled, a keening moan tearing from her lips. Her eyes widened as she watched him fuck his pointer finger in and out of her, his skin glistening with her juices.
“Tim,” she gasped. Already feeling like she was close to coming again, which was ridiculous, but then her second orgasm was always the easiest, and being able to see him fucking her with his finger was doing it for her. She couldn’t wait until it was his cock moving inside her.
Slowly working a second finger inside her, Tim groaned as she squeezed around his digits. “You’re so tight,” he gasped. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
As she pushed her hips closer, her hand wrapped around his free one, their fingers intertwining. “More,” she moaned.
With a nod, he sped his fingers up, working her open before slowly pushing in a third.
Lucy threw her head back, her moans veering off into nonsensical pleas and gasps of his name. She wasn’t embarrassed by how quickly he had her hurtling to the edge. With every stroke of his fingers, she felt herself getting wetter, dripping down onto the bed and Tim.
Tim’s fingers were so much bigger and longer than hers, easily finding and stroking that one cluster of nerves on her front wall. The soft skin slipping over his fingertips and shooting sparks of pleasure through her entire body.
Soon enough, a gasp tore from her throat, his name falling from her lips in ecstasy as he brought her to another world-stopping orgasm.
“Shit,” she gasped, watching as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. Her wetness was coating him, strings of viscous arousal connecting his digits together even as he spread them apart, taking hold of his cock and smearing the mess all over his velvety smooth skin.
“Ready?”
Once she nodded, Tim notched the head against her entrance, barely pushing forward before quickly pulling back again. Whining in protest, she found herself gasping as he slapped his cock against her clit, clicking his tongue in disapproval. He drew a spiral down her pussy, coating himself in even more of her wetness before coming to rest at her entrance again. This time, however, instead of immediately sinking into her, he flicked his head against the delicate ring of nerves surrounding her opening.
It was clear that Tim didn’t like protest, but maybe he’d respond positively to pleas. “Tim,” she moaned. “Please…please fuck me. God, please…sir.”
A ragged groan tore from his lips, his eyes falling closed. “Fuck, you can’t ever call me that at work again,” he gasped.
She’d laugh if she weren’t so desperate for him. Luckily, her begging seemed to work, and she watched as he pushed forward again. He didn’t stop this time, slowly sinking into her, his cock spreading her open until she threw out an arm, her hand pushing against his abs and stopping him from moving further. “Oh,” she gasped, her eyes widening.
Tim dug his fingertips into her thigh. “Breathe,” he reminded her. “You’re fine; you’re doing so good. Fuck, look at you,” he nodded his head down to where they were joined. “Taking me so perfectly.”
Keening at his praise, she let her hand fall from his stomach, digging her fingernails into the bedding below instead. Lucy watched as he pulled back, the hand around his cock moving to play with her clit instead. He kept his strokes slow and short, only ever moving deeper in barely noticeable millimeters until he stilled completely; only the circles he was drawing over her pulsing nub remained.
Clamping around his length, she bit down on her lip. “You can…you can go deeper.”
“Yeah?” Once she nodded, he slowly sank into her, not stopping until he bottomed out.
And as he continued to rub at her clit, Lucy slowly felt herself relaxing, her tight muscles letting go until she felt ready, bucking her hips up into him.
Taking a better hold of her thigh, he pulled out of her halfway before fucking back into her, taking his time in getting her used to him before building up a rhythm that had the both of them moaning and panting.
When any of the initial pain had ebbed away, replaced by the toe-curling pleasure that was currently coursing through her body, Lucy squeezed his hand again, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. “Fuck me,” she moaned.
Tim helped her wrap her legs around his waist before gripping her hips and pounding into her properly.
Every time his length buried itself deep inside of her, he hit a spot that had her melting into the mattress with gasping moans, a feeling no one else had ever evoked in her. Her entire body felt like toffee, her limbs heavy, her fingers and hands shaking. Only for the feeling to be replaced by pleasure so deep it had her bowing off the bed, his name tearing from her throat once he pulled back, the head of his cock colliding with her front wall.
Lucy had barely any control over her body, not able to do anything but take every rough thrust. Moaning desperately as sweat was dripping off her skin, mixing with Tim’s and making it even harder for him to hold her in place, her body slipping off his thighs with every stroke.
Eventually, he didn’t bother with pulling her back up on his legs, simply moving over her, one hand braced against the mattress next to her head, the other wrapped around her thigh as he pulled her knee up to her chest.
Gasping, Lucy dug her nails into his neck again, pulling him down into a quickly dissolving kiss, their mouths just panting against each other as their tongues met in uncoordinated, messy strokes.
It didn’t take long for her to start fluttering around him again, her orgasm approaching quietly before ripping through her like a storm. Screaming his name, she clamped so tightly around his cock that Tim could barely continue to move. A litany of ‘fuck,’ ‘yes, yes, yes,’ and ‘so good’ mixing with broken moans of his name.
Lucy was barely even conscious again when Tim pulled out of her and slapped the side of her thigh.
“Turn around.”
Whimpering, she rolled onto her stomach. She still couldn’t feel her arms and legs properly, but she’d be damned to not have him pound her in the mattress, the way she had wanted from the beginning.
Tim had no such problems, taking hold of her hips and pulling her up onto his knees before burying his cock in her in one hard thrust. His hips snapping roughly against her, groans falling from his lips continuously now.
She felt herself fluttering around him again, or maybe still. She couldn’t be sure; her entire body still felt like a live wire, sparking and hissing any time Tim pounded into her. Still, she moved her hips against him, pushing back into him with every one of his thrusts, even if her thighs were shaking and her throat felt raw. Her pussy clamped down on him again, causing Tim to buck into her even harder.
“Are you going to come for me again?” he gasped. His voice sounded wild, unrestrained. “Fuck, Lucy, you feel so good.”
When she didn’t answer, he slapped her ass, hard. “Answer me, Lucy. Are you going to come all over my cock again?”
Sobbing into her sheets, she quickly shook her head. Honestly, she had no idea. She might. Part of her felt like she had been coming around his cock this entire time. Her nerves were overstimulated and pushed to their limit.
“I think you will.” He wrapped a hand loosely around her throat, pulling her up until his chest collided with her back, his teeth finding her ear. “I think you’re going to be good for me and come.”
Reaching back, she grabbed onto his ass, pulling him even deeper into her as she sobbed through desperate moans. “Tim…fuck, so good,” she cried.
She could feel him swell inside her, his own orgasm approaching fast. Moaning his name, she bucked back into him. “So close,” she babbled, unsure if she actually was. “Tim, Tim, Tim!”
He groaned against her neck, his strokes getting sloppier and sloppier, his rhythm falling apart quickly. “Lucy…fuck, please, I need you to come again. Shit, shit, shit. Please…,” he gasped. “I need to feel you.”
Somehow, he managed to rotate his hips, driving into her at a new angle and— “Oh,” moaning loudly, she let her head fall back on his shoulder. “Right there, right there, right there!”
With a silent scream, Lucy tumbled over the edge for a final time, her body falling forward into the bed as Tim collapsed on top of her, grinding his hips into her erratically before her name tore roughly from his throat and he spilled into her.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them unable and unwilling to move. Eventually, Tim managed to roll off her, quickly pulling her back into his arms and draping the duvet over their bodies. Snuggling even deeper into his arms, Lucy placed a soft kiss against his chest.