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“You're going to need that fuel for later.”
Lucy knows what that means, recognizing the heat in his eyes and the spark of his touch as he exits his office, heading towards the locker room to change out. She smiles and takes a deep breath, calming her heart rate as her hand brushes along the warm metal of her gift. She tidies up a few folders on his desk, turns off the light and closes his door, then walks down the hall to the locker rooms and leans against the wall opposite the men's entrance. Before they had gotten together, she had wondered a little, what he might be like in bed. She had assumed he was a kind of vanilla, seeing as the few times they had talked about it on the job he'd been somewhat uncomfortable with the conversation, and then the awkwardness of him trying to explain the elephant in the room on that one special night, along with the fact that she had been the instigator for their practice and undercover kisses, that she may have to dial down her own sensuality so as not to scare him off.
Boy, had she been wrong about that.
The intense connection that grew between them, and their strong ability to read each other, to communicate even without words, had transitioned into their sex lives in a way that had made their first time, and every time since VERY satisfying, so much so that they haven't been able to keep their hands off each other. They've kept it strictly professional at work, but the moment they are alone, all bets are off. Okay, there may have been one instance after a joint metro case where they'd both been so riled up that he'd taken her in the backseat of his truck, parked in the garage out of view of the cameras, her legs shaking at his sides, and her arms around his neck playing with the hairs on the back of his head. He’d whispered very dirty things into her ear as he rocked in and out of her, one hand palming her breast over the satin cup of her brea, the other circling her clit in that slow and steady way that drove her absolutely nuts, she blushes as she thinks about how hard she had come then, how hard he makes her come. So lost in thought, she doesn't see that Tim appears before her until he's all up in her space, dressed in those jeans that fit him so well and a black button up, his go bag on his shoulder he's smiling at her.
“Ready to go?” he asks, she nods, and he hold out his hand, she takes it and they walk towards the garage where his truck is parked, he pulls her up against the side blocking her in against the passenger side his bag dropping to the floor and the hand coming up to cup her face.
“I'm going to kiss you once, right now....and then you have to wait until after dinner, understand?” he's using his TO voice, the one that used to get her hot and bothered when she had been his rookie, she nods
“Use your words baby.” he commands, and she can feel herself grow even wetter
“Yes sir.” he moans at her cheekiness, and bends down slightly to reach her lips, not asking for permission just taking it, using his tongue to open her up and own her, the kiss is hot and warm and like all of Tim's kisses, precious. She wraps her arms around him, to try to keep him close, to keep his lips against hers, but he pulls away slowly, gently nipping her bottom lip, then tucking a strand of hair behind her ear “You good?” he asks with a smirk picking his bag back up, she responds with a whine “Tim, please.” she's already begging, why is she already begging?
“After dinner, I promise.” He kisses her softly one more time, then drives them to the restaurant. Holding hand as they enter, he gives his name for the reservation, and the waiter sits them down at a little patio table, they are surrounded by other couples and romantic lights and foliage. The food is good, she get a salmon and rice bowl and he get a burger and fries, they split a bottle of wine. They keep the discussion light; Kojo, Tamara, the baseball team, a hike they both want to try on their next day off. By the end of the meal, the mood is heavy, she slowly reaches out for his hand on the table, deciding that it her turn to tease him. Taking his much larger palm in hers and circling his palm delicately with her fingers, she hears him suck in a breath.
She smiles at him “I have a Valentine's day gift for you as well.. Do you want a peek before dessert comes?” she asks him with a flirty smile, and watches as his pupils darken, he nods. She leans back in her chair, pulling away from him, picks at the rice on her plate for a moment, then pulls her hair over to one side, dropping her kimono and lowering her shirt down in the other direction just enough so he can see the skin of her shoulder, and the strap of her new bra featuring red lace. She watches all the blue left in his eyes get swallowed up by the black of his pupil, his gaze boring into her darkly “Oh, you are in so much trouble Boot.”
There it is, that's what she was hoping for.
“There's a matching thong.” she sing-songs and his arm immediately shoots up grabbing their waitresses attention
“We changed our mind about dessert, could you box it up and bring the check please?” he asks politely, eyes not leaving Lucy, whos readjusted her top and slowly sipping the last of her wine
“Of course ” she gives them a knowing look and in less than five minutes they are paid up, dessert in a box and heading back to the truck. He opens the door for her and helps her in, then goes around the front, climbs up, starts the engine and slowly pulls out onto the street, eyes focused on the road, hands flexing on the steering wheel. He's silent and trying to focus on getting them home safely, but she can see the gears turning in his head, so she just sits there breathing softly, playing with the pendant of her necklace and watches him drive. She loves him; loves how focused he is, how caring, how strong. She knows this is another last first for them, the last first Valentines, because no matter what fights they have in the future, that them? Tim and Lucy? They are going to be a forever thing. Her vision fills with daydreams of lazy Sunday mornings, hikes with Kojo, nights out with friends, a boy with her hair and his eyes, a girl with blonde curls and brown eyes, smiles and laughter and sunset walks on the beach………. Her dreams of the future fade away as the truck pulls into his driveway, and Tim climbs out and opens the door on her side. She unbuckles her seatbelt and hops down, swishing her hips seductively as she walks up the stone pathway and unlocks the door with her key (it still gives her butterflies the she has a KEY!) S he places her stuff on the entryway table, turns off the alarm and kicks off her shoes as Kojo comes skittering down the hall to say hello, he barks and she bends over to pet him for a moment, then directs him to the back door as Tim walks in, carrying dessert and his bag. She hears him open the fridge as she lets out the dog, the silence between them, soft and soothing. He silently moves out of the kitchen and stands behind her, one hand coming to her hip the other stroking her hair out of the way to trail kisses from her shoulder to her ear, making her shiver.
“Can I have my present now?” he whispers warmly into her ear
She hums softly “Let Kojo in.” he does as she asks, reaching forward and pulling the sliding door back open for the dog, who goes straight for his bed in the living room and the new chew toy Tim had placed there moments before to distract him with.
She twists around and pushes him against that very door, his eyes open wide in shock and his hands grip her hips tightly as she begins kissing at his neck, her hands dipping into the front of his pants and untucking his shirt, she works the buttons open with nimble fingers and distracts him with her tongue. When his shirt is fully open she sucks a mark into his collarbone, making him groan. She steps away and out of his hold to get a good look at him. She thinks he looks good like this panting, half hard and desperate for her. She steps away and slowly pulls her kimono top off, letting it drop to the floor. He takes a step forward towards her and she shakes her head “Don't move,” he raises his eyebrow “just stand there and watch.” he sucks in a breath through his teeth as she turns around and bends over pulling her tight jeans down over her ass and down her legs, giving him a peek of the lace nestled there between her cheeks, he loves her ass, has spent an entire evening worshiping it. The groan that falls from his lips makes her feel smug. Keeping her back to him she pulls her shirt over her head, shakes out her hair and turns around. This time he doesn't groan, he growls and bangs his head against the door, as she stands there, the red bustier and thong framing her body, his necklace sitting right above the lace at her breasts.
“Do you like your Valentine's Day present Tim?” she whispers softly, and the next thing she knows he is on her, kissing her lips, her face, down her neck and across her breasts his hands touching any and all skin available to him, she groans as he sucks a hickey into the skin above her left breast his hands filling with the globes of her ass, she whines and pulls the shirt hanging off his form down so she can get her own hands on all that tan, burnished skin. He grabs her thighs and grunts “up” she obeys wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him again as he walks then down the hall to the bedroom, she can feel how hard he in in his pants, she grinds her hips down onto him, her panties wet and the friction is delicious. He places her gently on the bed and croches before her hand on her knees he pulls her legs apart kissing up her inner thigh biting along the skin there, her hands wander the skin of his back and she hums delicately when his hand comes to play at her center circling her lace covered clit.
“So wet for me baby” he sounds proud
“All for you” she gasps as he pulls the thong to the side and brings his mouth down to her pussy, licking a stripe down, then up groaning at the first taste of her for the night.
“Lay back Lucy.” he practically orders and she shakes her head
“I want to watch you eat me out.” he moans loudly into the juncture of her thigh as she opens her legs wider for him, and she knows he will obey, stubborn, bossy, commanding TO Tim is gone. Whipped Tim is now crouching lower, cupping the backs of her thighs and ass and lowering his mouth once again to her core. He is sooo good at this, has learned to create the perfect rhythm of licking, sucking, biting, thrusting his tongue in and out as she rolls her hips and moans. She has one hand braced on the bed behind her, the other on the back of his head nails scratching his scalp gently as she watches as Tim brings her close to a release. His brow is furrowed in concentration, eyes closed, his mouth never leaving her pussy and his hands massaging her ass and thighs and lower back.
“Tim,” she gasps, “Tim I'm going to come.” he doesn't stop at her words, just slowly moves one hand towards her clit and as his tongue thrusts up into her pussy he pressed down gently, her vision whites out, her legs shake and clench his head tightly making her lose her balance and giving Tim his wish as she falls back on the bed and comes hard. He doesn't leave the apex of her thighs as she comes down, but kisses at her skin, gently moves his fingers along her sides and murmurs words of praise into her belly and chest. He lifts her slightly to lay her further up, her head on a pillow, she can feel him hard in his boxers against her leg, and she wants him in her, now.
“Tim, more please.” she gasps out hand slowly stroking his chest
“You just came, baby.” he whispers softly, but she can tell he is anxious to continue, even as he tries not to overwhelm her
“Don't care, need you inside me.” she pulls him towards her lips, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue.
He groans “I won't argue with you on that” and rolls his hips hard into her center, pushing his erection down for a brief moment of relief, then quickly shucking his boxers off, “but I want you to keep this on while I fuck you.” His hand traces the lace on the cup of her breast down her stomach and snaps the elastic of her thong, she whimpers “fine, please, I cant wait any longer.”
Her thong is on but still askew, she watches as he takes his cock in hand, pumps its twice then rubs it along her folds, wetting his cock with her juices, her heart skips in her chest as he looks at her, she sees lust, awe, adriration, trust,
Love.
She reaches up for him with one hand, the other playing with her clit, he takes her offered hand in his pushing them above her head uses the hand on his cock to notch into her and with one deep thrust he fills her entirely, hips touching, bodies connected. His hand holds her hip and hers goes to his bicep, their intertwined fingers still gripped tight above her head, she arches into him, skin on skin, lace adding just a little too much friction, but not in a bad way.
“Oh fuck” he groans into her neck kissing and licking at the sweat that has gathered there “feels so good.”
“So good.” she whispers, wiggling her hips to try to get him to start moving, he raises his head and stares into her eyes
“What do you need?” he asks
“Move Tim.” she orders, he flips down one of the bustier cups and pinches her nipple making her yelp, then sucks on the skin above, leaving another hickey.
“I'm sorry, what was that Boot?” he asks lips grazing her neck tattoo
She whimpers “please”
He flicks down the other cup biting on that nipple hard, her legs instinctively wrap around his waist
“Please what Boot?” now he's the one being smug, she doesn't care, she wants him to fuck her, hard.
“Please move Sir.” she clenches her inner muscles tight around him, making Tim curse and finally, begin thrusting in and out of her hot, wet center. His pace is steady, his motions hard, the bed is squeaking beneath them and his lips come back to her, they aren't even kissing just sharing air, grunting, moaning and whispering sweet nothings to each other as the rhythm builds. Tim's thrusts get faster, and Lucy feels that tight coil in her core “Tim” she gasps out “Tim I'm so so close! Please, please tell me you're” she moans as his hand moves from massaging her breast to hold her cheek.
“I'm there baby, let go.” her pussy flutters and she comes, crying out loudly, soaking the blanket below her, Tim's thrusts goes wild when he realizes
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Lucy.” and she feels him come hard inside her and then collapse on top of her. They lay like that for a long time, neither one able to move until
“Tim, I can't breathe” she giggles out
“Sorry” he groans into the sheet, then pulls them both out of the wet spot and moans as he feels his cum slip out of her and down their tangled legs.
“That was so good.” she says still breathless
“Good? Good? You squirted! That was amazing.” He kisses her and she hums her agreement.
Slowly he gets up on shaky legs and goes to the bathroom, where he turns on a light and Lucy hears the sink running. She closes her eyes, completely sated, breathes in deeply hands stretch out and she feel how much wetness is on the bed.
“I'll have to grab us a clean cover” she opens her eyes to naked Tim walking back in with a wet washcloth, slowly he pulls off her thong and bustier and wipes her down with the warm cloth. She hums in satisfaction at his tenderness, watches as he gathers up all their clothes and dumps it all into the laundry basket, then goes out into the hall closet for a clean blanket, pulling the dirty one off, climbing back into bed and wrapping them together in the clean one. He's laying on his back, she's curled up into his side head resting on his chest his hand is playing with her hair.
“Best Valentines ever.” She states breathlessly
“Aren't you glad we ate dinner first?” he says and she laughs, yes she is glad they had dinner, and maybe in a bit, she can convince him to fuel up for another round by eating their forgotten dessert.