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There was a list of things Tim never thought would happen. He didn’t think he’d ever have a rookie who gave it as good as she got it. He didn’t think that there would be someone beside him in the shop who remained defiant with everything he did.
“You’re a pain in my ass.”
Those words had echoed in his head for far too long. He went home and didn’t think much of it. But as everything came and went, he realized it wasn’t possible to knock the good out of Officer Lucy Chen. She knew very well how to push his buttons, how to make him be on high alert. She was loud and infuriating. But it happened, one night he had a moment. He had been going over new tests in the back of his mind. He thought about the expressions he’d get from her.
Realization hit hard. He had been attracted to his boot. That was something he could file away and not touch. He wasn’t a teenage boy, he could file away any mild attraction to the person he worked with. Well not worked with, more like the person he was in charge of. And he does a good job at placing it on a shelf for a little while.
The most embarrassing day of his life happened a few weeks later. The day didn’t officially start yet, but the embarrassment had. He wakes up with his hand down the front of his boxers. Immediately he felt disgust in himself. He had a sex dream about her. The singular person in his life at that moment was one hundred percent off-limits. The next few days he pushes things to be quiet even further. It was bad enough that his dream felt like it was already breaking the point between professional and whatever this was. It wasn’t personal—— he couldn’t let it be personal.
It was a sex dream. He had zero control over it. It didn’t stop him from noticing things. She was intoxicating. Days pass, the awkwardness fades and suddenly they’re back to a relative normal.
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For the next three shifts, they’re on night duty, and it’s different to be beside her when there’s no constant chatter of the city around them. Things are quiet.. he was fine with quiet. The world around him didn’t need to be 100% amped up consistently. Moments of peace while on the job were great. While he thought this, Lucy had not. “You’ve been acting funny the last couple of days..” she muses from beside him in the shop.
He rolls his eyes, he'd been expecting that statement sooner rather than later. “Just tired, I’ve been getting up early to work out,” he had made up that lie the first day. He had been tired, but it wasn’t working out. It was because he was afraid he’d have another one of those dreams and stayed awake to prevent that. “Besides, we don’t talk about personal stuff in the shop.”
“And tiredness makes you look in my direction with disgust?” she asks. In her eyes, he sees pure confusion.
“I’m not looking at you with disgust,” he attempts
“No you are. And I’m just wondering, I guess, do I need to ask for a new training officer or do you want to?” The question hits him hard. He refused to let her change training officers. None of his boots transferred, they all got booted from the program before it reached that point. He was going to finish what he started.
He grits out the next words, the words thick on his tongue. “That’s not happening.”
“Something needs to change. You’re always looking at me like I kicked your puppy or something— I know I’m not the perfect rookie, but am I that bad?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
There were a million ways this could go. But he wanted her to stay in the program, and the only way for that to even come close to happening is if he admitted to it. “It’s something highly unprofessional.” Her eyes stayed fixated on him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the words come out. “I had an inappropriate dream. That’s it. That’s all.”
‘Inappropriate dream’ seems to be understood by her within seconds. “Why would ——“ he hears her take a deep breath. “Was the dream about me?” His silence is an answer. “Oh..”
“I understand if you want to report it—” he tries, keeping up the professional image, even though the choice has been made.
She shakes her head, “It’s human nature.. you don’t have control over what you dream about,” she doesn’t look at all offended. “Plus it’s only fair to admit that you aren’t the only one who’s had those dreams..” She pauses. “Can I ask you something?” Exasperated with himself, he nods. “Is that why you’ve been staring at my thighs off and on the entire duration of our shifts?”
“I haven't been staring at your thighs.”
“No, you have.” He internally groans at the fact he’s been caught. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
“Other than the fact it’s highly unprofessional for me to have even brought it up.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone. It would be hypocritical when I’ve had the same type of dreams.” It takes a second for his brain to catch up fully. Talking innocently morphs into something a little (or a lot) less innocent. Their seatbelts are set down on their seats and as they are situated in the backseat her belt is off and her uniform pants are unbuttoned. His hand is down the front of her as he rubs her clit, his eyes never leave hers. He gets her to come twice. He’s completely fixated on her, on her little movements as she squirms lightly. Her thighs tighten around his hand making it more difficult to fully squeeze in. But once he does she makes this mewling sound that echoes in the shop. She comes around his fingers after a few minutes of expert movements. He pulls his hand out of her pants and has to fight the urge to stick the digits into his mouth.
Tim gets out of the shop, going into the back of the shop to grab a towel that was kept in the back of the shop for work-related emergencies. Instead of being handed to someone with a bloody nose, it was used to clean up what they’d done.
They don’t talk about it.
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It happens again a few days later. This time they’re on the way out of their shift. It had been a messy day, and things had been a little too heated way too fast. That moment he learns that truly, one of the most intoxicating things about his boot, one of the things that drives him to the brink of insanity faster than anything else are her thighs.
It’s her thighs the second time .. and then the third. These times his mouth had been on them rather than his fingers.
Truth be told he didn’t notice he had a thing for them until her. It had been a lingering feeling, but never one he explored—— and wouldn’t explore. What was it he liked most about them? The way they’d squeeze his head when he had eaten her out. It had only happened twice before, but the fantasies to follow that moment weren’t like anything else. He felt like a creep for admiring them so openly. The thing though, she didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t mind or care when he buried himself in them. She didn’t care when he bit the skin hard enough to leave marks that left her sore the next day. Marks that he selfishly thought “I did that,” even if he wouldn’t ever be able to tell another soul.
A few days later he passes her car on the side of the road, seeing it broken down again. “Can I give you a ride home?” He asks her. They pull in front of her shitty apartment complex. Lucy turns to face him, fixing the loose bun on top of her head. The earth stops moving a few minutes later when her mouth is on him. She gives it as good as she gets. This time the words are a little more ironic. He grasps the seat attempting not to pull her hair like he wants to, but comes hard nonetheless. A small warning is given and he spills down her throat, some of his release dripping out of her mouth. He watches her wipe her mouth with her fingers before sticking them into her mouth. She walks away before he can even think about offering to return the favor. She walks away from his truck looking a little too satisfied. And she should’ve been satisfied, it was the best blowjob he’d received since.. ever.
They attempt it once during a day shift, but just as he has his pants down low enough to give her access to his hardening member the radio crackled to life, needing them to a scene of a crime immediately. It takes him the entire ten-minute drive to calm down. He can’t look at Chen for the rest of the day without a light blush falling on his cheeks.
The decision is made that the events of the day could have been much worse. They’d been interrupted while on active duty—— it was unprofessional, and they should have been patrolling.
Past that point once again they don’t talk about it.
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It happens twice more after they make the decision to never let it happen again. These times it’s more intense. Either his mouth or fingers were on her. Or her mouth and fingers would be on him. They had boundaries. It had to stick to this, this was fooling around, this was casual. Anything else would push them over the edge. No one could figure them out. It had to stick somewhere that wasn’t a bedroom. One of their vehicles was the option they picked.
Nothing penetrative. No kissing. Keep it casual. Those were the three rules. And three rules he was fine with. Being on his knees for her was one thing, but being fully enveloped in her was something completely different. Not that he could ever think that he would fuck her, not when they both were so hell-bent on
keeping
things
casual.
Casual such as hands and mouths, but never anything further. They’d never seen one another fully naked, or even halfway to fully naked. That was another thing that would cross lines. Most of their “lunch breaks” take place in the back of the shop or in one of their cars. They hadn’t kissed either. It was one of those things that felt a little too intimate. As if knowing the way one another tasted wasn’t intimate.
He’s not sure he can talk about it with her, so he doesn’t try.
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He could do it. He could act like she didn’t affect him. He could act like he didn’t want to open up to her in the same way she had attempted to open up to him. He also could act like he didn’t want to keep her safe, wrapped in a blanket somewhere in a world where no one could push past. He shouldn’t have wanted to protect her, but the first months of her rookie year had already been hell. A hell he’d definitely added onto, even though he didn’t regret doing so. He needed to train her, needed her view of the world to change. Despite it all, she was still his boot—– all he had to do was avoid the feelings.
It becomes difficult to avoid them when you know the way someone feels on your tongue, or the way that they feel around your fingers. This made him feel as if he was glitching. Like everything he knew was crumbling over someone he had known for just a few months. He already knew a lot about her, she was the kind to throw caution to the wind even if it resulted in it whacking her back in the face. Lucy Chen was light and fire both in the body of someone half the size of her spirit. There were times consistently when he noticed the things she does and doesn’t do. She doesn’t take shit, and with all the things she does, she’s well aware of why she does them. Never in his years on the job has he met someone quite like her.
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Today’s shift he was able to view this further in motion. Things got intense, with loud movements and the sound of cars backfiring in the background—— Officer Chen was in motion, assisting people at the scene of what happened with a gentleness he should have tried knocking out of her. But she did it anyway, talking with young kids and distracting them as the sergeants and detectives filtered in and out of the location.
He could tell it was hard on her. But his job wasn’t comfort, his job was to make sure she was able to handle her emotions. But the further he pushed it, the more he felt it was a need to fix himself first. Fix these emotions. What he needed to do was clear his head, he needed to go somewhere and be surrounded by the loud sounds of sports on televisions and the sound of people playing billiards or darts. Even if it didn’t work, he tried. This is what led him to a bar on a Friday night after a shift from hell. Tim sits at the counter, taking in the things around him. His senses were on high alert; the taste of the rum in his glass, the music that pounded a little too loudly, and the way the stools at the counter felt more uncomfortable than usual. His senses on high alert also made it so he could recognize a certain laugh. He knew the laugh.
Turning slowly he saw the source of the laugh. Chen sat at a table with a guy, she was beaming from the little bit he could see of her. The guy looked nice enough, but he didn’t like it. Didn’t like the idea of him. What kind of person gets jealous that quickly? More importantly, what kind of training officer felt jealous of the other men who were flirting with their boot? Who in their right mind kept that careful and close an eye on their subordinate? The piece of his mind dealing with logic got pushed away, this was the woman who confronted him whenever he was about to do something stupid. This was the woman who wouldn’t let him make a bad decision in peace. If anything, what he was doing was following her directions. This could have been a bad idea for her. What he was doing was ensuring she didn’t do the kind of thing she would regret in the morning. Because if she did then he would have to hear about it, and that wasn’t the kind of thing he would look forward to happening on shift.
His feet worked faster than his brain as he stood up, grasping the edge of the bar counter as he rose. He made the distance from where he was over to where Chen had been, sitting at a table with whoever the fuck that was. “Chen, long time no see—“ he casually states Or as casually as could be done. He internally slapped himself at how cliché he sounded. He didn’t have to internally whack himself too hard because if looks could kill, Tim would be murdered by the dark-haired woman standing feet in front of him.
“Oh hey… didn’t know you knew this spot,” she tried. Her hand grasped tighter around the glass she’d been drinking out of.
“This used to be one of my old stomping grounds. I didn’t expect to see you in a place like this,” a place like this being a bar with a corny 1950s gangsteresque theme. He hated the general aesthetic but they made decent drinks and their price wasn’t horrible for when it came to his usual order.
The man who was standing beside Chen looked curiously between him and her. “Do you know him?” He asked.
With a flip of her hair and a sharp turn, Lucy looked back at the man she had been standing with. “That doesn’t matter,” from her, had been said at the same time as his words.
“I’m her training officer.”
“Oh, so you do know each other.”
Tim nods, “Yeah. Do you two know each other?”
What’s his face shakes his head, “No, but I thought she was cute. And she’s alone, so I thought why not?” Then he looks between the two of them. “But I can see that there’s something here,” he gestures. “And I'm enough of a man to let that be," he turns to Chen. “If things don’t work out between you two, you have my number.. I’d love to talk more sometime, maybe when you don’t have your guard dog nearby.” Tim’s face goes red as he watches the guy walk off, rejoining a group of men who roughly look the same age.
Maybe running away without explaining wasn’t his best idea, but none of his ideas had been the best. All of his ideas over the last forty-eight hours had the same pattern of being just awful. Tim Bradford usually finished what he started, but right now he didn’t want to take a chance for things to officially end. He walks towards the bathroom of the bar. As he runs he can hear the sound of boots clicking against the ground after him.
“What the hell was that?!” He hears an echo in the hall. He turned and took a step or two in her direction. He didn’t allow himself to get too close, while he was a master at compartmentalizing things, this was an entirely new ballgame. Jesus, he felt like a cliche. Horror stories one after another of training officers who broke an oath by following a path less traveled by. The same path that at this moment he was considering more so than ever to take. “I want one evening where I’m not Officer Chen, or Tim fucking Bradford’s boot. I wanted one evening where I could feel like someone wanted me.” He could hear her as she continued to go on, his head was spinning. But he was able to think clearly enough to know what he wanted, or in this case who he wanted.
Tim snarled, “Don’t you get it? You’ll always be my boot. Till the moment you graduate or get kicked from the program you will be my boot. My responsibility. You can separate yourself from the job as much as you want—— but at the end of the day you’re mine.” He sounded more possessive than he’d expected, more obsessive than he’d planned on. But he didn’t plan any of this, he didn’t plan on approaching his rookie in the bar, and he didn’t plan on ‘ruining’ her evening with whoever was going to take her home. He didn’t even realize until now that the reason he felt as jealous as he did was that he wanted to be the one to take her home. He wanted to be the one in her bed, the one who had a secret moment with her that wasn’t in the back of some vehicle where they’d been low on time.
The wall between them and being casual breaks open.
Brown eyes meet his blue ones, and she truly did look like she wanted him dead. “I should be asking for a new training officer after this! What is your deal?” She asked, pushing a finger against his chest. It didn’t hurt, she may have been putting as much power in it as she wanted to at the moment. But it didn’t hurt. “You have no idea how humiliated I am.”
There’s still a way to save face, but none of those happen. “Humiliated? If anything, I was helping you! There are hundreds of things that could happen to a single woman at a bar.” He knew she could take care of herself, he knew that she was the type to tell someone she didn’t know off if they tried something. She was the type to know how to fight her battles. With everything it came down to he was being selfish. And he didn’t intend to fix that behavior. He knew damn well that he was. He just didn’t care.
She rolled her eyes, “well thank God for my brave protector. I didn’t know that I needed a hero, but here he is.” She crossed her arms over her chest. She was breathing heavily, and Tim watched as her chest rose and fell– it was hypnotizing to witness all of this. She was a storm blowing through a town, and he wanted to be the carnage of it. “You rescued me.” She spat out those last three words. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm going to go and find someone who didn’t see whatever the fuck you just did.” She pushed away from him and attempted to walk in the opposite direction.
His arm reached out, grabbing a hold of her. He does so gently enough that there would be no marks left behind. Her chest rises… and falls. An erratic pace that matches his own. “I know you don’t need a hero. I know that you’re fine. I just snapped. I don’t like how I was feeling.. but I can’t take it back.”
“Can’t take what back?” He grumbles something under his breath. “You owe me an answer. You showed up out of nowhere and stopped me from getting to know someone potentially great..”
Tim's jaw clenches, he feels like a ticking time bomb, locked and loaded.. “Fine, I didn’t like the idea of him touching you. Don’t like the idea of anyone currently in that room being anywhere near you.”
“So you got jealous..” she trailed off. She looked a little too proud of herself. It looked like she’d discovered a secret to the universe.
“I’m not jealous—“ he defensively retorts. “I just didn’t want to hear you talk about it in the shop if things went wrong. It's a nice change in pace when neither of us runs our mouths.” The last part slips, maybe that’s where he’d get slapped. He doesn’t know, she actually looks amused.
A smirk crosses her face, the same one she’d given him the first time she’d gone down on him. “You don’t want to hear me speak about it?” She begins, and then with no hesitation, “So, you’re okay with my mouth doing other things, but talking is where you draw the line?” He releases her arm looking down for a second to ensure that there isn’t any kind of mark he’d left behind.
This was the first time he was going to say these words. He was able to push his pride off to the side enough to know it was what needed to be said. “I’m sorry for disrupting your evening.”
“You didn’t disrupt my evening. It’s not like I went here so I can find someone to hook up with. Which he clearly wanted.” His blood runs cold. “I’m here to get out of my head. Today was a rough shift. It’s nice to forget.”
That’s something he can agree with. “You did good. I don’t say that often, but you truly did do what needed to be done.”
Her expression changes, it’s softer. “And now I’m getting out to celebrate the end of a long shift.”
“Yeah. You are…”
“You were a part of the day too.. You could celebrate with me?” His mouth goes dry.
Tim tilts his head, “What are you thinking?” He asks.
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Whatever had happened led them to now. He has her pinned against the bathroom door. Despite being in a single-stall bathroom they have to be quiet. Still in a place where they were breaking at least half a dozen penal codes. She pressed her face into his shoulder, breathing heavily against him. Her skirt was pushed up, her panties pulled to the side, and his fingers were trailing up her thigh and up to her clit. She sounded so sweet—— these whimpers and whines were different from the ones he usually got from her.
She ground down into his hand, even if it was unintentional she moved. “I should leave you on edge… leave this bathroom,” he states, listening to a desperate whine. Her noise was muffled against him and vibrated against his chest.
“Leave me on edge and I’ll go against my word and find someone to finish me ———“ she doesn’t finish her words, his fingers rubbing at her clit again as he works at her.
“Chen, look at me.” He growls this out, and when her head lifts and she’s able to see him fully. “I am not under any circumstances going to let anyone else touch you but me,” the hand he isn’t using to torture him entwines in her hair gently to make sure that she knows to keep her eyes on him. “If I’m going to finish you, it sure as hell won’t be in the dirty bathroom of the shittiest bar known to man. If I’m going to finish you I want you to be as loud as possible.”
A gasp slips from her lips. “Where would you take me?”
“If we’re both here looking for a break from our day.. What would you say to this, I take you home to my empty house. You could get as loud as possible..” Chen looks like she had something on her mind. “Speak.. what’s got you making that face?”
“I know we made a deal.. nothing penetrative. It would make things difficult. But how you said that—— we could do it one time. One time and then never talk about it again.” She seems nervous. The thing is, he wanted to take her home. Wanted to strip her and part her thighs. He wanted to see her. And in a selfish way, he wanted her to see him. If they were going to give into this, it was all in.
He doesn’t give her time to panic any further. The thing with him is that when he has his mind made up it’s something he sticks with. And now he had his mind on fucking her. On making sure she knew that no one here could compare. “Just once.. Then it’s added to our pile of ‘never touch this topic again.’ If we don’t let it mean anything, it doesn’t have to be spoken about.” The act of avoidance. While he refused to do one night stands in the past, this time it had to remain as such. This time there was no way for it to be anything other than a one night stand.
Yes, it was messy. Yes, they could get in major trouble with IA if they even got wind of it. IA would at least require Lucy to switch stations, to completely start new with a label following her. And they’d been waiting for him to fuck up again, just so they had the excuse to can him. He’d forever be blacklisted from the LAPD. But that was only if they knew. And he had no intention of letting IA, Captain Andersen, or Sergeant Grey find out.
“Take me home, sir.” Those four words broke any chance of him stopping this. His restraint shattered. He assisted her in moving her skirt back into its proper placement on her body. His hand grasps hers, taking her out of the bathroom and down the hall to the bar. Even if it only took a moment it still felt like forever.
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They reach outside and his hand drops hers. “How did you get here?”
“I took a ride share, I expected to drink a lot more than I actually did.”
“And you’re sober?”
”I only had half a drink before I was so rudely interrupted.”
He nods his head. “I’m driving you back to my place. You’re going to sit pretty as I drive us there.. Then I’ll drive you home whenever you’re ready. No questions asked,” he’s giving this reassurance. It gives her room to know that she’s free to go whenever. He wouldn’t be hurt. It was regarding her comfort.
The woman in front of him nods her head. “Yeah.. yeah.” He swears he hadn’t seen her so quiet.
The drive was full of too much silence, thick with everything they hadn’t dared admit until now. Her leg bounced restlessly; his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Every glance across the console felt like a question they were still hesitant to ask. He felt a consistent need to tell her the truth, that imagining her with anyone else felt like going from sky high to the earth below. He wanted to tell her how, if they weren’t careful, it would go to a bone-crushing end, but he wanted to take that risk. He didn’t like the idea of anyone having her touch, of anyone knowing her blush and seeing how far it went.
The roaring of the engine seemed louder than it normally was. It had been mimicking the rasp and edge in the restraint both were holding. They had raced out of the station in what could only be described as a getaway car. He had gotten them out of there, and the eagerness he felt echoed in his driving. He watched as Lucy shifted in her seat, her thighs brushing together. He could feel her arousal in his body, and his body was echoing the same one. He needed to keep his eyes on the road, but the overall sensation of Lucy sitting there and he swore she knew what she’d been doing to him. Her alluring scent was circling in the truck like it was a dare left unsaid, but definitely not unwritten. “You’re usually so mouthy on our drives, have nothing to say?” He asks. If she even thought about talking in the shop he’d shut her down. She talked anyway though.
“You’re such an ass,” Those four words make his chest tighten. She’d call him that in the past, mostly after tough shifts where he took everything she called him with pride. Right now though, he was taking it differently. He couldn’t breathe for a second before he took a second to look over at her.
“An ass you’re going home with,” he acknowledges.
But saying those words means they’re acknowledging it. They’re doing what they shouldn't do and mentioning it. But there are no shop cameras or incoming staticky calls from dispatch. It’s just them, two people who don’t truly know one another. Yet they worked just fine on the field.
They’re quiet for the remainder of their drive. But he can hear his heart pound in his chest the rest of the way. His front porch lights shine from a distance, and after another minute down the road, they arrive at his house. It was pristine and perfect for guests. But he didn’t just have guests, and the likelihood of his current guest seeing the place was slim. He parks the vehicle, turning it off completely with the sound of a small click in the engine.
“Remember, you can say stop or no at anytime and I won’t push it any further. I won’t be offended if this turns out not to be what you want,” he concludes. She bites her bottom lip.
Her confidence is oozing off her, it makes him feel even more needy for her. If you had told him months ago that he’d be calling himself needy for his boot he would have recommended a psychiatric hold. “Tim… can I kiss you?” She asks.
Tim nods, feeling her as she grasps the side of his face, pulling the distance between them shut. Their teeth clank together. Kissing turned animalistic almost too quickly. Neither gives the other time to catch up. Their kiss deepens, his hand entwining in her hair, pulling her even closer.
She moans deeply, causing his brain to completely short-circuit. Her lips parted, and he took the invitation to slide his tongue into her mouth, wrestling with hers for a moment. Tim's hands moved up, keeping her face in his grasp, but other than that she was in control. She was in control of telling him when to stop, or if he should stop. It was the only way for him to ensure that this was what she wanted, that he wasn’t abusing his power as her training officer. She had said that he wasn’t crossing those lines. But he had seen enough women in the field pushed to the side because rumors had been started.
Officer Chen would not become a cautionary tale. She would not become the kind of story that put a permanent mark on an entire rookie year. She’d already worked too far for that to happen.
He’s breathing her in, but then catching their breath becomes a necessity. She was captivating, tasting like the fruity drink she had just started to drink, and something purely hers. With her breath smelling the same. Their foreheads are pressed together, breathing one another in. “Let me take you in?” His voice comes out a little raspier than he had intended on sounding.
“Yeah, take me in.”
Swiftly he moved out of his vehicle, opening the door of the side he’s in. Lucy unbuckles her seatbelt, without thinking he lifts her out of her seat. She wraps her legs around his waist. Once she reaches the door she has his face in her hands again, pulling him into another kiss. Just as before the kiss turns urgent. She’s pressed hard against the door. It’s at this moment that he remembers he has neighbors, neighbors who are nosey and would 100% ask questions if they saw this. He pulls his mouth away from hers. “Let me get my keys—“ he firmly states. He keeps her against him with one hand, using his second hand to reach into his pockets and pull out the keys.
He fumbles with his keys, unlocking the door. He walks them backwards through the door. The door slams shut, and without much thought, he pins her to the wall. His hand rests on the back of her head so as not to hit the wall. “Where were we?” She asks with a sass he’s seen too much and already knows too well. His mouth crashes back on hers, continuing with the same intensity that had been present before. It shifts quickly back to what they’d been doing in the car. Her hands loop around his neck, her fingers playing with his short hair. The contact makes him groan loudly against her lips.
They break apart for a second, removing the obstacle that is their shoes. Lucy’s sandals are kicked off, and Tim’s slides follow suit with his socks.
His hands pushed her jacket off her, she cooperated and assisted. The article of clothing hits the floor. Her tiny hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, one after the other revealing more of his chest. But also reveals the ugly mark from getting shot. He’d feared she’d comment on it, but she doesn’t. He’s thankful she doesn’t feel the need to talk about it. This pattern continues, clothing item after clothing item.
By the end, there’s a small trail of clothing that they’d left behind. With him just standing in his boxers, and the woman he’s with stripped completely bare. The neat freak in him wanted to pick up the clothes to throw into a pile. But the horny part of his brain overrode it when he saw her body on full display. Her physique reminded him of the paintings of Aphrodite he’d seen held in frames. With a ‘come hither’ moment she moves to the couch. He’s just a man, so when he has the opportunity to watch her ass sway as she walks, he takes it. He moves quickly to the couch, sitting back on the cushion, and yanking her onto him. She complies, straddling his body between her thighs. The same thighs that had haunted his dreams, making him feel like a teenage boy who had seen the skin of a woman for the first time.
Just as before they’re back onto one another, lips crashing in the middle. As time passes the kissing aspect of their make-out session has turned to eating one another whole. He moves his mouth off hers, leaving a trail of kisses across her face before attaching his lips to her jaw. “No marks— I don’t wanna have to cover them up. My training officer is a dick and would make me run laps if he sees anything.” Damn right he would. Even if he was the cause of them. “At least no marks where they could be seen if my uniform shirt has to come off.” It didn’t happen often, but there had been one or two times where it came off due to a miscellaneous set of messes. Whatever they’d been. Sure her uniform top was high enough, the ridiculous-looking tie keeping everything in place, but if she said no marks. He’d listen.
He continues to graze down her jaw, throat, and neck. He reaches her breasts. Thumbs run across the areolas, the skin pebbling with each stroke. The usage of his thumbs turns to the usage of the entirety of his hands. They kneed the skin, roughly palming at them. The femininity of her frame is a contrast to the calloused roughness of his hands. Tim grunts against her, licking the salty skin between her breasts. His hands remained on Lucy’s hips, keeping her still despite the urge she had to move. His head ducks, his mouth closing around one of her tits.
“Here.. is it low enough for some marks?” He asks. She gives a sharp dip of the head, giving consent for him to place the claim. Worshipping the space with his mouth, he nips, leaving small marks he knew would be more prominent in the morning. They had the next day off, but the day that followed she would be beside him with the marks resting on her skin below the uniform. It was a secret only they were in on. Giving her grace he lets her hips go, her response is almost instant—— rocking against him. “That’s it Chen.. take what you need from me.” He’s encouraging her to move, to make a mess on him as he paints her chest with a scatter of hickies. “You’re so good, making a mess on me like this,” he murmurs against her. She keens at the praise.
He switched to her other breast, repeating the same motions as before with agonizingly slow motions. Tim felt as if he was sinning with how he moved his tongue and lips against her skin. The sensation of Lucy, the feeling of her hands as they scratched his scalp, and the warmth of her chest had him reeling. He eyes her through a half-lidded glance to see her head tilt back. She was enjoying this feeling.
Once he’s satisfied with how her chest looks he pulls his mouth on her. Lucy slows her movements, leaning to press her forehead against his. A dark curtain of hair forms around them, this was a modern art exhibit. Not one that would ever make an appearance in a museum. But it was theirs. Perhaps one of the only things they’d ever share. She shuffled off his lap. Tim knew fully that his eyes were the size of dinner plates. Was this her way of saying she had enough? The answer is a resounding no, she appreciatively looks at the growing problem in his boxers. She sits on the edge of the couch, rubbing circles against his knee.
From what he’d felt when she was on him, she was wet, but not wet enough where he thought he could comfortably fit inside her. Whenever he had his fingers in her she felt incredibly tight. Which, while it felt nice around his digits he wanted it to feel good for her too. They were doing this for one night, and one night alone. Even if they didn’t talk about it, he did want her to remember it. For the right reason, not for something like pain.
“Can I..?” He began and she shook her head.
“No, I wanna have a little fun. You invited me here, I want to make sure that you feel oh so very good.” She purrs. “I want your cock in my mouth, sir.” He can’t respond, there’s no way in mind for him to respond with actual words instead of noises. “How does that sound?”
Tim is painfully hard, he’d been hard since he had her breasts in his mouth. He’d been hard since he heard the little sounds that slipped before he encouraged her to be louder. “Please,” it would be the only time he used that word. Other times it would remain strictly an order.
A small hand palms him through his boxers as she sits in front of him, a small wet spot already in the front of them. “Can’t blow you if you’re still covered,” she wasn’t wrong. Nothing from here on out could happen with him covered. The layer of clothing falls to his feet after he tugs it down. They’re kicked off to the side. Once they're off she puts herself into position.
His body shudders when he watches her kneel at his feet. She taps his thighs, encouraging him to spread them a little further apart so she can comfortably sit between them. With what he had a feeling she was about to do to him she deserved to be comfortable. He already knew that getting a blowjob from her felt like nothing else, but this time around it was going to happen without them being restricted on time. While it was undoubtedly sexy to do what they’d done, this time around there was promise that they’d get to successfully finish what they were doing.
Her fingertips meet around his cock, and she gives him a few steady pumps. Fingers trail upwards against him, once it reaches swirling it across the mushroom-like head. She's teasing him, and he finds himself enjoying it. Involuntary his hips buck, thrusting into her fist. “Someone’s eager,” she says with a giggle. While it was mildly embarrassing, yes. He was eager. He was aching, feeling every single bit of pleasure that she was giving.
“Don’t sound too cocky,” he hisses out, having to catch his breath between movements. “You’re a goddamn tease. You know that right?” Grinning, she nods, he doesn’t know what her next move is, but it’s not to bite his thigh. He makes the same yelping noise he’d heard her make when he’d played with her breasts only a few minutes prior. She nibbles across the skin, continuing to play with his shaft. She was playing him like a fiddle. Had this been her revenge for how he’d treated her the last four months or so? If it was, it was the sweetest revenge he was yet to receive.
Abandoning its spot on his thigh she leans over his cock. Licking it from base to tip. She sucks him into her mouth, her mouth barely on him as she swirls her tongue up and around the mushroom-like head of his cock. She keeps her mouth there, sucking on it as she meets his eyes. Grinning as he releases a deep whimper, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. Lucy takes his shaft down her throat, the ridge hitting the back. What she doesn’t have down her throat, her hand is wrapped
Tim has to grab onto the sides of the couch. Her hair had always been up for work during the last few times just fooling around. He hadn’t been able to pull her hair. But it had been a thought before, the once or twice he’d given in to masturbating to the thought of her. Lucy pats his hand with hers, moving his hand to the base of her hair. She nods her head and continues to work at being the cause of him snapping. She bobs her head, up and down.
Before what had happened orally happened fast. He didn’t get the chance to truly savor the moment. But now as she moved slowly; his cock hitting the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat, he was able to feel everything. Her mouth was like a furnace around him, making him feel like he was on fire.
She fidgets, her body shifting. It takes him until he sees her hand on her clit for him to notice that she’s fighting off arousal. Tim lifts his leg, resting it between her thighs. “Rub against me,” he instructs. She shakes her head defiantly. “Chen. Why can’t you be good and just listen?” Her hand leaves its spot, and she does what’s asked, grinding down against his leg. “Does giving me head make you wet?” He asks. She hums, the feeling of which causes him to shiver.
The hand that had been there jerks the length that she wasn’t able to have in her mouth, it moves to his balls to palm them. “I’m not gonna last,” he chokes out.
His cock falls from her mouth, “then don’t..” and her movements continue again. This time it was like she was working overtime to make sure he was going to come down her throat. He wants to wait, but between her mouth on him and the grinding against his leg, it isn’t going to happen. She feels too good for him to hold on for any longer. He comes down her throat in spurts. He’d be embarrassed by how hard he came if it weren’t for how fucking good it had felt. He had come down her throat before, during the time she blew him in his truck. But it wasn’t like this. Then again, it hadn’t been on his couch with a completely naked Lucy Chen by his feet. It hadn’t been with his boot grinding against his leg. Nor had it been with the thought racing through his head that he was about to have sex with her. But that’s what was going to happen—— and thinking those thoughts, connecting internal dots would be the cause of his ruin. She swallowed every bit that he had given her, still shifting her hand in steady motions until he was soft.
His hands leave her hair, limp to his side. When it’s out of his grasp Lucy rises to her feet, perching herself onto his lap. The pride on her face is reminiscent of whenever she’d pass one of his Tim Tests. This was still about him, just something away from the norm. She wraps her arms around his neck. “How was that?” He doesn’t speak, grunting deeply. He lifts his head, pressing his lips to hers. Through her lips, he can taste himself on her breath. She pulls away from him, her voice barely above a whisper. “When you fuck me.. I want you to absolutely manhandle me.”
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If she wanted to be manhandled, he was going to do just what she asked. He tosses her over his shoulder, throwing open his bedroom door. He throws her down onto his bed, watching her small bounce as her ass hits the mattress. Her breasts bounce with the movement. Tim can’t take his eyes off them, only meeting her eyes again when she clears her throat. “Like what you see?” She purrs.
Yes. “Please, like you haven’t been eyeing my chest too. You’re not as subtle as you think,” he watched her eyes trail down every muscle, ridge, and edge. He took pride in his body, even the ugly scar he had on his side from her second shift as his boot. Said boot moved her hand, trailing her fingers down his abs.
“Yeah? Well, I can stop looking if it bothers you?”
“When did I ever say it was bothering me? I was just pointing out the hypocrisy of your comment,” he states. There’s no bitter fire to his tone, there’s still an edge. But it’s not the one he gives her at work. This time it sounds like it could be the smallest bit playful. He throws her onto the bed and tugs her to the edge of the bed. “Keep your thighs spread,” he orders. She nods her head, her eyes remain on him as he falls to his knees. Tim pulls her legs over his shoulders. She hooks her feet together at the back of his head, tugging Tim even closer to her core. He nips down her stomach, her thighs, and then to her mound where he lets his lips linger. “You’re so wet for me.. do you like the idea of being on display for me like this?” He breathes onto her cunt, his breath warm against the skin. She shivers.
He feels proud of the fact that he’s able to get this deep a reaction out of her. “You’re such a dirty boot.” She doesn’t verbally respond, but with her eyes blown wide he’s proud of the response it gathers from her. Nothing has to be said for him to know she’s enjoying the dirty talk. Licking a stripe down her center. She clutches the sheets on his bed. He sounds like he’s a man starved, only getting full off the pattern of vocalization from her.
Of course, she was loud in the bedroom. With the amount she talked in the confined space of their shop, he should have seen it coming. ( Not that there was a reason for him to have seen it coming.)
Lucy’s back arches at the movement, and Tim keeps her open as he lets his tongue play with her body. Flicking it across the span of her skin, before moving his mouth directly to her cunt. He attaches his mouth to her with urgency, his tongue is firm and insistent. Licking into her again, and again. Her hips buck down against his face, and from the movement, Tim takes his hand and presses down on her lower belly. He keeps her in place, and Lucy says a plea of his name over and over.
He can feel Lucy’s body coil further into itself, her breath is scattered, and her sounds are bad. His are worse. His are desperate, deep, and ravenous. He eats at her like a man starved, with her being the only thing to fill his hunger. Tim could feel Lucy’s climax as it dangled above their heads. He looks up at her, continuing his movements,
For another second he looks up. “Grind down against me,” he ordered. Her eyes are blown wide, “boot. I asked you to do something,” he growls. She complies, shifting her hips. His nails dig into her ass, and she squeals. His stubble rubs against her clit, the sound she makes he swears could put a pornstar to shame. Tim’s nose presses against her throbbing cunt. His cock pulses, he needs to be inside her.
It wasn’t fair of him to keep her on the edge, truth be told— he liked the feeling of fearing suffocation. This was another thing he could mark off his list of ‘things he didn’t have in mind when Grey introduced her as the hotshot.’ He’s guiding her hips, helping her keep a consistent pattern over and over again. “Please please,” she pleads.
“Chen, come.” She stutters, and after a more expert licks she’s gone. Her release floods down onto his face. His mouth works overtime to ensure she’s gone. Her thighs are sensitive and shaking around him, so he assists her in moving fully back onto the bed. His mouth and stubble are lined with her slick. His lips are puffy with red tinted cheeks. He rubs her come off his face, thumb wiping his lips. Instead of putting his fingers into his own mouth he lifts them to her lips. “Suck..” he instructs.
Half-lidded eyes look at him with an expression he can’t quite read. She always had these expressions that took up her entire face, she was easy to read. This wasn’t one of those times. She sucks his thumb into her mouth, keeping her eyes on him. Releasing the thumb with a POP she has the faintest hint of a smirk. She leans back against the mattress. From this angle, he’s able to see her in her entirety. She’s propping herself onto one elbow on the mattress.
Realization hits like a train driving off its tracks. Not only was he going to be intimate with someone in God knows how long, but it was going to happen in the bed that used to be his marital bed. But it was with the one person who had seen the end of the marriage to the person who used to sleep on the other side of the bed. He was about to fuck his rookie, the hotshot whom he had met only a few months prior. His boot was currently naked in his bed. With one more move, he would be inside her. It wasn’t the kind of thing he could take back. Not that he would want to.
“Last chance to back out..” he warns her.
An expression that could only be described as challenging is on her face. “While it’s the gentlemanly thing to do. And I appreciate it—— Sir, I want you inside me.”
Tim puts his hands on her waist, sliding them down her body. “I need you to relax..” he instructs. She relaxes, giving way for Tim to adjust her body. He pushes her knee to her chest. “Wait shit. I don’t have a condom..” he says, mentally hitting himself. It wasn’t as if he knew this was happening. It had been so long since he’d gotten intimate last that it never seemed like something to keep on hand.
“How would you feel about pulling out?” she asks.
“I can definitely pull out,” he confirms, lining himself up with her, as close as he’s able to get. “Remember, relax–“ he murmurs the words. His tone is lighter than it had been prior. He doesn’t know why it is, this wasn’t supposed to be gentle. He finds himself sounding half-gentle. Which shocks him like no other. She nods her head. “Ready?”
She nods again, “I’m fine, just need to take a moment. You’re so thick—“ she whines, but before he knows it she’s writhing beneath him. “Move-“ he hadn’t wanted to push too far, didn’t want to cause pain. There was a difference between manhandling and causing pain. “Tim. Please.” He pulls out all the way, looking down at her. “Did I do—“
Tim doesn’t let her ask anymore of the question. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She does just that, digging her heels into the small of her back. He moves again, pushing into her all the way. Reaching a spot that seems to make her react especially harshly. His hips hit down, hitting perfectly against her. Her body adjusts, and he shifts his angles. He wasn’t going to last long. But he needed to get her to climax first. He needed to be completely sure she was taken care of first. He wanted to feel her come onto him and wanted it to drip down his cock.
A hand dips down grasping her breast as he needed the sensitive skin. She gasps at the breast play. She’d reacted while they were on the couch, but this time around he wanted it to be part of why she came. He harshly palmed her left breast, feeling the nipple pebble. After a minute he switches to the other breasts, giving the same motions to the right. She clenched hard, her entire body tightening around and under him. He feels her thighs tremble. Good girl. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice sounding like gravel spun with the finest silk. “Come on boot, fall apart around me. Let me feel how good you feel.” The warmth oozing from her clings like a warm winter mitten.
A deep moan rattles them; she sounds desperate and damn right needy. Her body tenses, her back arching off the bed. She moves, twitching and thrashing. Then she freezes, her body clenching around him like a vice. Her orgasm feels like a flood. And she looks damn right gorgeous. Shes wet, tight, and feels like nothing else.
Even closer to tapping out, he has to hold on. He has to see her to the end of it. He pounds into her, push after push. But a groan hits from the bottom of his chest. He knew it wasn’t the case, but she felt like she was part of his own personal heaven. He was thrusting harder, working with the need to chase his own release that was due anytime now. Their skins met in the middle; slick, and downright vulgar sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room, along with her breathy cries and his grunts and moans. She dug her nails into his back, bound to leave indents in the tanned skin.
“You’re so beautiful—“ she whispers to him, the praise hits. It had been ages since he had received something that made him feel warm inside. The mix of the compliment mixed with all she is, is the push he needs. Desperate and frantic, the aching he had felt gave way. He pulses, attempting to keep himself upright. “Sir, let go.”
“Where can I come?” He’s on the edge, knowing he definitely wasn’t going to come in Lucy. It was a bad enough idea for them to do so without protection, but for there to be even a one percent chance of pregnancy? There wouldn't be a risk.
There’s a devilish glimmer in her eyes. “On my tits.. please, just let go.” He pulls out of her, hearing her hiss at the sudden loss. He was gone, his body spasmed with an intensity that felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He would never be able to hear her say ‘sir’ again without feeling himself twitch. He comes on her breasts. The same ones he’d left bruises and marks across earlier were now covered in his release.
He falls onto his back, if this had been a different situation he would have pulled her body against his. That wasn’t the case here. The woman beside him and he look at one another, confusion and satisfaction intermingling on their faces. “Look.. I haven’t brought anyone home in more than a decade. I forgot what comes next. Do you want a shower?” He asks.
“Will you be joining?” She bites on her bottom lip, holding back a mischievous smile.
Tim does join her in the shower, where even though they agreed on one time.. it happens again. This time with her back against the wall, and him kneeling in front of her. He expects her to ask for a ride home immediately afterwards. She doesn’t. Which he’s okay with. If one night he doesn’t have to sleep alone, he’ll take it.
⊹₊⟡⋆
At the end of the day, even if she’s still in his bed, they’re casual. Strengthening their bond with extra time together. They’re learning about truly being able to trust one another. It was an unorthodox method, but he clung to it like nothing else. He didn’t have many things in his life to truly hold onto.. but things connected, causing him to pause.
Fuck. He had come to terms with the fact that there would never be something casual when it came to Chen. No matter how many times he tried to fool himself into thinking there was—— there wasn’t. He needed to come to terms with the fact that he worshipped her. And there wasn’t any way to casually worship someone. She’s asleep in bed beside him, in a spot that hasn’t been filled in two years. Her hair forms a halo around her head on the pillow.
This would just be another thing they didn’t talk about. Why would they talk about it? It was a taboo itch being scratched before they returned to the thing they knew best, avoiding any uncomfortable noise that wasn’t needed.
At least that’s what he would start to tell himself until he was blue in the face.