CW: The following FanFic contains mature content, adult language, and adult sexual situations
By K.C. Ford
Tim’s fingers grazed her nape when he finished with the necklace clasp. His warm breath teased her skin, and Lucy tilted her head toward him, her lips inches from his. “Want to skip dinner?”
He gave her a mischievous smirk. “No. I’m hungry.” Disappointment never had a chance to settle when he growled next to her ear, “And you’re gonna need the fuel for later.” Desire and anticipation bloomed inside her as she followed him out the door.
Lucy caught up to him, entwining their fingers. She bit her bottom lip when Tim brought their joined hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles.
“Hey, hey, Chen.”
“Oh, no,” Lucy muttered. Tim slowed his pace and gave her a questioning look. Smitty stopped in front of them with an enormous grin on his face.
“Listen, things are looking a little grimy at the old homestead, so if you need another favor, you know where to find me.” He slapped Tim’s shoulder. “Glad to assist with the five-player swap. You could even say it’s thanks to me. Kidding. But seriously, it wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t deserve to be there. Enjoy your Valentine’s. Happy for you kids,” he said, giving them finger guns while he walked away.
“Lucy….” Tim grumbled.
She cringed, meeting his gaze. “It’s not what you think.”
Regardless of who was around, Tim cupped her face and said, “So my girlfriend didn’t risk any number of diseases for me and cleaned Smitty’s cesspool of a trailer because he convinced Fujii to retire?”
“Well, um, pretty much. Though, I wore a hazmat suit to do it. You’re not mad, are you?” she asked. Worried she might put a damper on their night.
He chuckled. “Are you kidding me? Lucy, I-” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Lucy, I love you.”
She smacked the center of his chest and gasped. “You did not just tell me you love me for the first time in the middle of the station.”
His lips quirked. “Actually, I think I did.”
“Well, I love you too.”
He tugged her close, and they started walking again. “Do we need to pick up Kojo on the way?” she asked.
“Nope. He’s at Genny’s this weekend. Tyler promised to take care of him. He’s been hinting big time about getting a dog, and if all goes well, I’ll take him to the shelter to adopt one next week.”
“Aw, you’re such a good uncle.”
“Thank you.” He dipped his head, and a blush heated his cheeks. He still fought the demons his father created, but every day, he proved to himself and everyone around him he was nothing like that man.
“Does Tamara have plans?”
“She does and won’t be home until tomorrow night.”
“We’ll cook dinner together and hang out.” Lucy loved the way Tim included Tamara. When it came down to it, she loved everything about this man.
She leaned her head against his shoulder and asked, “Can we get takeout and fuel up on the way home?”
With his lips against her temple, he whispered, “Yeah, we can.”
Tim pressed Lucy against the door and flicked the lock into place. His lips trailed down her neck, making her moan. His hands circled her waist and slid over her ass, arching her into him.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
“Patience, love.” He gripped her ass and lifted; pleasure filled him when Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist and sunk her fingers into his hair. Tim walked them toward her bedroom, kissing her with abandon. When her back hit the mattress, she dropped her hands, laying them above her head. “Keep them there.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a wink and crossed her wrists.
Tim reached behind him and unhooked her legs from around his waist. He slipped her shoe off and kissed the inside of her ankle, setting her foot on the bed. Then did the same to the other one. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.
Then he gripped his shirt at the back of his neck and pulled it over his head. “You’re one to talk.” She made to reach for him.
“Uh-uh.” Tim wrapped a hand around her joined wrists, holding them in place. “No touching.” He leaned forward and nipped the pout from her lips. Then he stood to his full height, undid his belt, slid the leather from the loops, and dropped it to the floor.
He moved his hands along her thighs until he reached the waistband of her leggings. Lucy lifted her hips without him having to ask. He hooked his fingers in the material and pulled them down her legs, taking her panties with them and leaving her lower half bare.
Tim kicked off his jeans, his briefs. His desire for her clearly outlined. “God, you’re sexy,” Lucy said.
“Now, who’s the one to talk?” He trailed his fingers up the inside of her thigh while he crawled over her. His lips followed the path his fingers created. Tim pushed her shirt up, raining kisses over each inch of skin he exposed until he pulled the material free from her outstretched arms.
Lucy’s lace bra did nothing to conceal the dusky tips of her breasts. She arched into his touch as he ran his thumbs back and forth over her sensitive tips.
“Mm, Tim, please….” She pleaded, rocking her hips against him, eager to seal their connection.
His lips trailed over her collarbone and throat until he ghosted his mouth across hers. “Let me have my dessert first.”
Lucy’s pupils dilated with desire. “Please,” she begged again.
“I got you.” He hooked her knees over his shoulders and deftly slid down her body until his head dipped between her thighs. He teased her with his breath and groaned with satisfaction when her fingers twisted in his hair, directing his mouth right where they both wanted it to be.
“Oh, oh god. Yes!” Her core clenched on nothing, and Lucy desperately needed Tim to fill her. She tugged his hair, pulling him up her body. She yanked his underwear down enough to free his hard length, allowing him to slip between her folds. He balanced on his elbows and cupped her face as he pressed inside her.
His lips were coated with her desire, and Lucy wanted to taste them together; pulling his mouth to hers, she licked his bottom lip and then dipped inside to stroke his tongue with hers.
He broke their kiss, keeping his gaze locked with hers and her face in his hands. He whispered, “I love you.” Over and over again.
Lucy’s eyes filled with tears, and she held him just as tight. “I love you so much, babe. Please, I’m so close. Come with me.” His pace increased, and she hooked her legs around the back of his thighs, keeping him right where she needed him. They cried out, tumbling into bliss together.
Tim rolled to the side, pulling her with him, and he wrapped her in his arms. She rested her cheek against his chest, listening to his slowing heart rate, lulling her in a way nothing else did.
She shivered when he used the lightest touch to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. “Cold?” he asked, pulling the comforter over them both.
“Mm, not anymore,” she mumbled, snuggling closer. The last thing she remembered before sleep took her was Tim’s lips pressed to her forehead and a whispered, “I love you.”
Tim finished pouring his coffee when a knock sounded, despite the early hour. He opened the door when he saw through the peephole who was on the other side.
Chris stood on the threshold, poised to knock again, and Tim barely contained his smirk when the man’s eyes trailed over his bare chest and low-slung jeans he hadn’t bothered to button. He took a sip of his coffee and waited him out.
“Is Lucy here?” Chris asked, trying to look around him while Tim kept his body planted in the doorway.
He took another sip of his coffee. “She’s sleeping. We had a very long night.”
“I see.”
“I hope you do.” He raised the mug to his mouth again, but paused and asked, “Did you want me to tell her you stopped by?”
“No, don’t bother.”
Tim gave him a salute with the cup. “Have a good day.” He called out before closing and locking the door behind him.
Sounds in the other room let him know Lucy was awake, and he grabbed another mug and made her coffee. The bedroom door opened, and his heart stuttered like it did whenever he saw her. She gave him a soft smile, looking sleep-rumpled and satisfied, wearing nothing but his t-shirt.
“Morning.”
“Morning.” He pushed away from the counter, closed the distance between them, and handed her the coffee. She gripped it in both hands, taking a hearty sip with a blissful expression.
“Mm. Just how I like it. Thank you.”
Lucy stared up at him, and Tim traced his fingers along her temple, sweeping her hair behind her ear. Without taking his eyes off her, he placed her cup on the island behind him. Her hands went to his hips and slid up his back, her blunt nails dragging over his skin, drawing him closer. He groaned, cupping her jawline, and brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss. “I love you.”
She put her chin against his chest, tilting her face toward his while he peered down at her. “I’ll never tire of hearing you say that. I love you too.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And I'll never tire of saying it."
“Did I hear someone at the door?”
“Hm? Oh, no one important.” Tim wanted to concentrate on Lucy, and Chris was already long forgotten. “Since neither of us works today, and Tamara won’t be home until dinner, how does spending the day in bed sound?”
“You read my mind. Sounds perfect.” She tugged out of his grasp and lifted his shirt to her nose, breathing in his scent, then she pulled it over her head and tossed it in his direction.
Damn, she’s something sexy.
Catching it, Tim tossed it on the couch and prowled toward her, eager to spend the day making love to his woman.
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