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After a long stakeout, Tim and Lucy marched through the bullpen together. Her arm was wrapped around his for the entire station to see, with no fear of judgement or reciprocation. They had an undeniable glow surround them, the lightness of months of heavy weighted tension finally lifted off their shoulders.
Tim smiled as he felt Lucy's hand drifted down his arm, intertwining her fingers with his own. He'd done the work, found a therapy group that helped him work through his issues and came out a better man. And, after a much needed conversation orchestrated by meddling coworkers, they were together again.
Lucy pulls her keys out as they enter the parking garage. "Ride with me, leave your car here," he offers.
"Yeah?"
"Why not? I'm off all day tomorrow and can drop you off for the nightshift."
Lucy groans. "Ugh, don't remind me."
Unlocking his truck, Tim opens the passenger door for her. "Yes, night shift sucks, but as your TO, I prepared you for that. And when you're back on the day shift, it'll be smooth sailing."
Tim takes his place in the drivers seat and pulls out his keys, rotating one of the small metal rings until it separates from the rest.
"Your key," he smiles, holding it up to Lucy and dropping it in her palm.
"Wow."
"What?"
"I'm just happy," she beams at him. "I never thought I'd walk in here as a rookie all those years ago and find my person here."
Tim stretches across the center console to kiss her. "Never thought I'd have a rookie that would make me a better man, but I guess I got lucky."
When Tim pulls into the driveway, Lucy jumps out first, excited to use her newly gifted key. Just as she unlocks it, Tim shouts out a "wait!" and jogs up next to her before she can open the door to step in.
"Wha - oh!" Lucy's legs disappear beneath her as Tim scoops her into his arms, carrying her through the threshold.
Their threshold.
Lucy throws her head back in a laugh. "I thought this was reserved for newlyweds?"
Tim shrugs, placing her back on her feet. "Guess I'll just have to do it again then."
Lucy looks up at him through those eyes, the ones that always come before she kisses him. "I guess you will," she smiles, placing her hands on his jaw and pulling his lips down to meet hers.
They both want more, learning further into each other, but are interrupted by the pattering sound of four feet charging across the room and sliding into them.
"Hello, sweet boy," Lucy gushes, dropping down to her knees. "Oh, I missed you," she says, accepting the dogs kisses. "You're gonna be the best roommate ever," her hands run up and down his sides, earning aggressive, happy tail wags in return.
"I'd like to think I'll be a close second," Tim comments with a smile and Lucy returns to his level.
"I think you'll be a good roommate too, but for very different reasons," she quips, her hands sliding up his chest and to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off.
"Oh, yeah? What reasons are those?" He hints while he removes her coat, throwing it to the floor next to his own.
"Wanna find out?" She whispers as he brings his mouth back to hers. Tim lets out a soft moan, hoping that it communicates the "yes" that his lips are too busy to say right now. He guides her back through the house and into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
"Should we shower first?" She suggests, but Tim only pulls her shirt off, kissing a trail down her neck to her chest.
"You think I want to stop right now?"
"Well, I'm all gross right now."
Tim pulls his own shirt off next. "Lucy, please know that there will never be a part of me that finds you gross, regardless of the situation," he explains, pulling her closer to undo the button on her jeans. "I finally have you back and I really don't think I can wait another second."
Lucy smiles, removing her jeans and bra and Tim following suit, leaving them both in just their underwear.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he steps them back towards the bed, laying them back until he's settled between her legs, forearms framed around her face while their hips begin to rut against each other.
They both move frantically, like the electricity coursing through their veins. Tim uses his mouth hand lips to worship her breasts, kneading them in his hands while he grows even harder. Lucy sighs in contentment at the feeling, raking her finger tips through his hair and down his chest, grabbing his length through his boxes before she decides to push them off, along with her own underwear.
He wants to slowly move down her body, inch by inch, and explore her until she's a beautiful, unraveled mess beneath him. But he finds that Lucy has other plans when she flips him onto his back and straddles his hips, her soaking wet core pressing on the underside of his cock.
"Fuck," he groans as she grinds herself against him.
"What? You think you're the only one who can't wait?" She smirks, pulling her ponytail out and shaking her waves free.
Tim watches intently as Lucy sits back on his thighs and tilts her head down, letting a bead of spit trail from her lips down to where they meet, then mixes her juices and saliva with a twist of her hand.
"Oh my god, Lucy…" he breaths, closing his eyes, only to open them again when he feels her start to sink down on him.
"God, I missed this," she sighs, her jaw dropping. "I missed you."
Sex with Lucy was always incredible, even their first kiss together had sparks flying in a way he'd never experienced. Watching her facial expressions was his favorite part though. She was so beautiful and watching her fall apart in front of him would be what sent him over the edge every time.
It's not slow, there's no build up because this has been building inside of them for months now. Instead, it's frantic, both in a silent battle to see who can give more to the other. Lucy thrusts harder and faster and Tim follows her lead, gripping her hips with a bruising force while he helps her rhythm.
Lucy grabs his right hand with her left, pinning it over his head and interlacing their fingers, her other supporting herself on his chest.
"I'm so close," she whines and it only motivates Tim to make her fall apart for him. With him.
"Come on, Lucy," he whispers in her ear. "Let me feel you come. I need to feel you come on me."
His words are her undoing as her hips falter, her hand squeezing his while her body goes taut. Her around gushes around him as his cunt squeezes him tight, and the spill of his name off her tongue pushes him over the edge, releasing inside of her with a long growl.
She falls flat on top of him and Tim traces his fingers up and down her back, smattering kisses on her shoulder and neck, until she rolls off of him and nuzzles into his side. The exhaustion of the day finally takes a hold of them and sleep overtakes them.
Only a few hours later, Tim wakes up feeling the most comfortable he had in a long time. Lucy was asleep next to him, warm and soft, breathing deeply and slowly, and halo of messy hair splayed on her pillow. The late morning sun is casting rays through his bedroom window, shining over Lucy, and all he can think is how lucky he is to have her back in his arm
When she started stirring, he leaned towards her, placing a small peck on her cheek. "Well, was it worth the wait?"
"It was a long wait," she smirks, turning on her back to look at him.
"Just answer the question," Tim pesters, already knowing what her answer will be.
"You're cute when you're insecure," Lucy snickers and he drops his head, ever so slight exasperated as he waits for her actual response.
"It was worth the wait," she reassures him with a soft smile. "I guess we should talk about the time line for me moving in."
Tim wants to kiss her again, pull her even closer and not let her go, but instead he sighs, deciding it's time to show her.
Standing from the bed, he helps her up and wraps a sheet around both of them, guiding her through their house to the garage and opening the door, revealing stacks and stacks of boxes that he'd bought three days ago.
Right before he'd asked her the first time.
Lucy looks up at him with an appreciative smile. "What were you gonna do if I said no?"
"I didn't have a plan for that."
"You're adorable."
"Thank you," he says lowly as his lips finally meet hers again.
"You're also gonna need more boxes," she says, pulling away from him and the sheet.
Tim chuckles. He'd brought forty boxes, all in varying sizes, at the recommendation of the salesman. But if Lucy needed more boxes, he'd get them today. If she ends up needing more space for her stuff, he'll toss his aside to make room for hers in a heartbeat.
"You gonna join me in the shower?"
His head snaps to his girlfriends voice.
His very beautiful, very naked girlfriend, who's hips are swaying as she saunters back to their bedroom.
"Yep, yes," he breathes out, hastily following behind.
Lucy turns the water on to let it warm and throws her hair up in a messy bun before she steps under the shower, letting it wet her body, before Tim steps along side her.
"You know," Lucy says, gesturing to his wall of toiletries. "You might need to make some room for my stuff."
Tim hugs her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Is that all the stuff that makes you smell so good?"
"Yes. And the stuff that makes me soft."
"Throw all my stuff out," he surrenders. "Take all of the space you need."
Lucy grins, grabbing his body soap and pouring some onto his loofah.
"Turn around," she orders, but he doesn't listen, his eyes still leering up and down her figure.
"I missed all of you, Lucy, so much. Especially this," he says, pulling her close and gripping her ass in his hands. "Let's wash up after we get dirty."
"We are both sweaty messes, and I love you but I'm not putting anything in my mouth until it's cleaned," she argues through a laugh and Tim immediately spins around.
"Fine, but I get to wash you."
"Deal," Lucy smiles as she begins to run the loofah over his back, taking her time running down his legs and over every part of his body, some of which are already responding to her touch.
Tim takes the loofah from her hand and returns the favor, starting with her back and spending more time than he probably needs to at certain parts of her body, not that she complains. He focuses on her feet last, carefully getting on his knees on the tiled floor. He works his way up her calf, to her left knee where there's a minor bruise forming.
"How's this feeling?" He asks, remembering her fall she took earlier.
"It's fine, I almost forgot about it," she shrugs, but Tim lifts the leg and props it on her shoulder.
"Probably a good idea to keep pressure off of it for now though, right? Just to be safe?"
Lucy smiles and nods as he kisses up her thigh, but her lips twist into a moan when he brings his mouth to her clit.
The shower wall is cool against her hot skin. That combined Tim's left hand caressing her breast and twisting her nipple while he does exactly what she likes has her head spinning.
"Oh fuck, please don't stop," she moans, her head falling back, and Tim does as she asks, continuing to assault her pussy until she comes so hard that he has to stop her from hitting the floor when her knees give out.
"Wow," she laughs. "That was… wow."
Tim rises to his feet, kissing her so she can taste herself on his tongue. "How am I as a roommate so far?"
"Proving to be pretty spectacular so far," she smiles.
Shutting the water off, he grabs two towels before they both step out of the shower.
"Wait, I wanted to return the favor," Lucy says before wrapping the towel around herself.
"You can, but we need to christen every room in this house, and the kitchens next."