CW: This fanfic contains adult language, sexual situations, and discussion of past trauma.
By K.C. Ford
“You need help to study? There’s no way I would’ve scored as well on the sergeant’s exam without you.”
“That’s right. You owe me,” Lucy said with a playful slap.
“I don’t owe you.” Perhaps she needed to be more precise.
Her voice dropped to a sultrier tone, and with a tug on his sweater, she said, “No…you owe me.” Her gaze trailed over him when she pulled away. She turned and put a little extra wiggle in her hips. In case he had any other doubts.
She glanced over her shoulder in time to catch him eyeing the sway. “Okay,” he said, following her out to his truck.
They’d gotten comfortable on the couch, facing each other. “Ask me the first question.” Lucy played with the necklace he gave her, his eyes tracking the movement.
He leaned forward on his elbows. “All right. Name the most important concepts which make a skilled detective?”
Lucy bit her bottom lip, contemplating her answer, and Tim wanted to free her abused flesh and soothe it with his tongue. Lucy halted the impulse when she said. “Um, let’s see; deductive reasoning, reconstructive process, modus operandi, Locard’s principle, equivocal death, crime mapping, geographic profiling, exculpatory evidence, DNA analysis – Oops!”
Lucy paused her answer, though Tim didn’t hear a word because the moment she started listing the concepts, she’d undone a button on her shirt. And why did she stop? She’d run out of buttons. Her shirt parted, revealing her breasts and hard nipples he desperately wanted to taste. “Lucy….”
What were they doing again?
She teased them both when she trailed her fingers from her collarbone to those stiff peaks, pinching them. She said, “Ask me another question.”
Tim cleared his throat. “Take off your pants.”
She cupped her breasts and offered them to him like a gift. “That’s not a question.”
He lunged, pressing Lucy into the cushions until she lay beneath him. He hooked his fingers in the waist of her pants. “Later.” She lifted her hips, letting him slide her leggings down and yank them off her legs. “This is what we need.”
“Yes, please, babe.” Lucy’s hand moved to the back of his neck and pulled him to her, fusing their mouths in a heated kiss. Too many layers remained between them. He needed to feel her skin against his. He needed to hear her heartbeat and her breath by his ear.
Tim broke their kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head. Then his mouth returned to hers. With his hands in her hair, he lowered himself into the cradle of her thighs, letting the tips of her breasts tease his pecs. “Need inside you.”
Lucy arched her hips, and the heat of her mound rubbed against his cock. “Tim….”
He shifted his hands beneath her hips and lifted. When Lucy locked her ankles behind his waist and her hands around his neck, he lifted them from the couch and carried her to the bedroom, kissing her every step of the way.
He set her on the mattress. His lips left hers to trail along her jaw and down her throat. He pulled Lucy’s shirt off the rest of the way while she tackled his belt and the fastening of his jeans. When she freed him, Lucy guided him to her core, and with a thrust of his hips, her heat surrounded him.
Tim groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “Lucy…I love you so fucking much.” She held his gaze, and he didn’t miss the unshed tears making her eyes shimmer.
Balanced on one arm, Tim cupped her face with his other. He kept the pace of his strokes steady, bringing Lucy to the height of her pleasure. She tightened around him and gasped. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I need you to come on my cock.”
Lucy dropped a hand between them, seeking her clit. She moaned and pulled him in for a kiss while she quickened her pace. She rocked against him. “Tim,” she cried out. “Tim, I’m coming…I-I love you…Ohh….”
The way her pussy pulsed had him chasing her orgasm with his….
“Drop your weapon.” His finger tightened on the trigger. “I said drop your weapon.” Joe raised it instead. Bang!
Tim jerked awake, sweat coating his skin. He’d taken down the child killer, but in his dream-his nightmare, Joe’s gun fired first….
It was still dark outside when Lucy woke up alone. “Tim?” She pulled on one of her favorite shirts, his, and padded out to the living room on bare feet.
She found him sitting on the couch in the dark. Not wanting to startle him, she quietly said, “Hey. Okay, if I join you?”
He gave her a small smile over his shoulder. “Of course.”
Lucy tucked herself into the corner and said, “Come and lie down, babe.” She patted her lap, and Tim rested his head there, and she didn’t say anything else for a bit, running her fingers through his hair in silent comfort. Her right hand rested on the center of his chest, the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.
Tim rubbed his thumb against the gold ring. It’s something he often did when they drifted off to sleep. She kept the slow, soothing pattern of her fingers sifting through his hair, and he relaxed against her.
When he brought her hand to his lips and gave her palm a reverent kiss, his lips grazed the ring, too. They never discussed it, but she wanted him to know they could.
“It’s okay if you’re not okay.” He didn’t say anything, but he nodded his head beneath the steady stroke of her fingers. “Did you know I still go to therapy?”
“No, I didn’t.” he tried to sit up, but she kept him there with a firm tug on his hair.
“I don’t go as often as I did the first year after it happened. I maybe have a session every couple of months now. It helps to talk.”
“Yeah, I’ve got an appointment with the police-appointed therapist the day after tomorrow. They won’t clear me until I’ve completed their assessment. It’s not the first time I’ve gone. Situations have happened over the years, and I’ve needed them. I’m damn grateful we have those services available to us.”
He rubbed his thumb over her ring again. “The nightmares about not finding you in time are the worst.”
Lucy tried to hide her gasp. She kept her hands on Tim, though she desperately wanted to rub her fingers over the tattoo she still bore.
“For the first three months after it happened, I drove by your apartment every night to ensure you’re safe.”
“Babe.”
“I know it sounds stalker-ish, but-”
“Tim, I knew.”
“You knew?”
“Well…yeah. Perhaps not the first week, but I saw you drive by one night, and then I saw you again the following night and the night after. The familiar sight of your truck made me feel safe. When you stopped, I missed it…missed you. If we’d admitted-”
She didn’t stop him this time when he left the comfort of her lap and sat up to face her. “Lucy, no. It wasn’t the right time then.” He cupped her face in his hands. “We work now because we are in the right place to recognize this.”
“And what is this?” she asked.
“Our chance at forever.”
“Are you asking-?” Tim cut her off with a finger to her lips.
“I’m not. Not yet.” He cupped Lucy’s face in his hands. “You deserve the world, Luce, and I plan to make it special for you.” He wrapped his arms around her, tucked her head beneath his chin, and hugged her tight.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“You better.” He kissed her temple. “Sorry, I wasn’t there when you woke up.” He grew quiet, staring out her living room window. The sky lightened with the impending dawn.
“Will you take a drive with me?”
Lucy tipped her head back to look at him. “A drive? Are you sure you don’t want to wait? Maybe get some more sleep?”
“No. I want to show you something.” He stood, tugging Lucy to her feet. “Go throw on your leggings and a sweater, but leave my shirt on.”
“Okay.” She bit her lip again.
“Every time I catch you doing this, I will have to do this.” Tim pulled it free, kissed and soothed her tender flesh with his tongue, then turned her toward the bedroom with a smack to her ass….
He drove, left hand on the steering wheel. The right gripped Lucy’s thigh, her fingers interlaced with his, and twenty minutes later, they pulled into his driveway.
Lucy looked at him and asked, “Did you need to grab something?”
“Nope,” he said, getting out. He walked around the front and then pulled open Lucy’s door. She took his offered hand and hopped out of the cab and into his arms.
“Babe, what are we doing at your house?” For weeks, he’d made excuses to stay at Lucy’s place when he spent the night with her. For one, he didn’t want to spring this on her too soon because of the whole Chris debacle, but it was almost done, and he didn’t want to spend any more time apart.
He cupped her face between his palms, took a fortifying breath, and said, “How’d you like this to be our house?”
“You want to move in together?” Tim braced himself for the reaction Chris received when he asked her the same thing, but he should’ve known better. What he and Lucy shared far surpassed anything either of them had in the past.
“What-?” Her smile faltered. “What about Tamara?”
He pulled her closer and tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear. “You know how we’ve stayed at your place for the last few weeks?”
“Yeah….”
“And do you remember the week after Valentines when Tamara and I went and grabbed takeout for the three of us?”
“Yeah….”
“We stopped here and talked about you and how important she is to you and me. Then I showed her this.” Tim tugged her up his drive toward the side entrance to his garage. He unlocked the door, flicked on a light, and stepped aside, allowing Lucy to step ahead.
Lucy's audible gasp let him know she approved. “It didn’t look like this then, but a vision for the space emerged while we talked. With some help from Nolan, Tamara now has her own space while still being near.”
His phone vibrated in his back pocket. When he looked at the screen, he smirked and flipped it around to show Lucy.
Tamara: Well????????
Tamara: Did she say yes????????
He may have left Tamara a text for when she woke up about asking. “What should I tell her?”
Lucy jumped into his arms and he twirled her around. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” Tim’s smile matched hers when he slid her down his body until her feet touched the ground.
“And here I thought I’d have to sell you on the benefits, like the yard for Kojo, the room to raise a family, the incredible school district, all the surfaces we need to christen….”
He grunted when she gave him a playful smack. Then she tugged him by the lapels of his jacket, bringing his lips within reach. “I love you,” she whispered against his mouth, then kissed him.
“Babe, Tamara’s place is fantastic, but I need you to take me to our room to start the christening part.”
Tim locked the garage. Then he tugged Lucy toward the front door. Their front door.
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