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Tim stared at his phone. Turning to the right wall, he stared at the clock Lucy had installed recently. Eleven o’clock. They should be done now.
But still…nothing.
He sighed. His wife had gone out with Angela, Nyla and Celina to celebrate a recent case closed. He’d offered to go with her, but Lucy had only given him a look and told him, in her words, the husbands aren’t invited.
He hadn’t argued, although he’d arched a brow and told her to stay safe, to which she rolled her eyes and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, telling him she’d be done by eleven and letting him know that Angela would be driving everyone home.
And since then, he’d been sitting on the couch with Kojo, watching the latest Dodger’s game and glancing at the clock every few minutes.
Pathetic.
Tim sighed. Maybe he was pathetic, but who could blame him for wanting her to himself? They’d only come home from their honeymoon a few weeks ago, and going home with her after shift was his absolute favourite part of the day, letting himself hold her close and lavish her with love after a full day resisting the urge to on shift.
Tim glanced at his phone again, disappointed when he saw the black screen. Leaning back, he pressed play on the remote, muting the channel as he watched the game. Then—
The phone lit to life, and he all but lunged for it.
Incoming call: Angela Lopez
Tim bit in a sigh, already sensing what was coming. “Hello?”
There were a few beats of silence—if you could call the sound of loud music and half-drunk laughter silence. Then, “Heyyy, Tim,” called Angela’s voice.
Tim immediately let out a silent groan. “Angela,” he said flatly, drumming his fingers on the thigh of his jeans. “Are you guys done? Am I getting my wife back.”
Angela, on the other end, giggled. Actually giggled. “Aboutttt that,” she slurred, and he could hear the sounds of drunk snorts on the other end.
Tim shook his head even though she couldn’t see him. “Let me guess. You got roped in as well?”
“Welllll, I blame your wife. She told me to get a drink.”
Tim stared long-sufferingly up at the ceiling. “One drink, Ange. One.”
Angela just clicked her tongue. “Don’t be such an ass, Bradford. I also need a break,” she tutted. “Anywayy, just calling to let you know that you need to pick your girl up. And everyone else’s guys are coming, too. Just so you know.”
Tim reached for his keys, sitting ready on the coffee table for go time. “Alright, got it. Until I get there, just…” He closed his eyes for a second, before wincing. “Stay safe?”
“Youuuu know it!” she said too-cheerfully, and Tim rubbed his temples. He knew how crazy Angela could get when drunk—he’d witnessed it firsthand on multiple occasions, when they’d decided to go out drinking with friends after a tough case was closed.
The call ended, and Tim grabbed his keys.
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The club was nothing but a sea of too-loud music, too much laughter, and much too many people. Tim wasn’t inclined for clubs like this one—he’d been before, of course, but he insisted on not drinking more than a couple drinks.
Sighing, he approached the bartender, his eyes wandering among the sea of faces for his wife. “Hey, do you know where—”
Angela’s boisterous laughter flitted from the corner of the crowded room.
“Never mind, thanks,” he murmured, and the bartender only gave him a small, sympathetic smile.
“Lucy?” he said when he reached the table.
Lucy instantly turned to him, her face immediately lit with a wide grin. “Timmm!”
Oh, God.
“Hi, baby,” he murmured, quickly catching her as she launched herself to him and wrapped her arms tight around his neck, peppering his jaw with kisses. She smelled like her favourite honey lip gloss mixed with the heady scent of tequila.
“I missed you so much!” she giggled, pulling back slightly to study him, her eyes slightly glazed over as she ran her hands over his chest, tilting her head up for a kiss.
“Missed you too,” he murmured, quickly kissing her cheek before pulling her off him and placing her back on the booth seat before she could potentially topple over. “Alright, ready to go?” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he surveyed the table, silently cursing when he saw all the empty glasses that Celina was in the middle of lining up into a surprisingly neat pile.
Lucy pouted. “No. This was fun. I still wanna have fun.”
Celina popped her hand up at that. “Yeah—yeah, me too,” the younger officer laughed, placing her hand on her friend’s arm. “Hey, wanna get another shot?”
Lucy grinned, opening her mouth to reply before Tim placed a hand on her shoulder. “No, Lucy. You don’t want another shot, trust me,” he said, and Lucy whipped her head back to frown at him.
Tim let out a sigh through his nose. “Don’t you wanna go home, baby? Into bed?”
Lucy thought for a moment, before a small, sly smile curved at her lips. “Only if I get into bed with you,” she said, blinking sweetly at him.
“Mhmm, uh-huh, now let’s go home,” he coaxed, offering both his hands. She grabbed them with a giggle, using his weight to steady herself as she hoisted herself up and instantly wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his shirt.
Tim couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips, one hand coming up to cradle her head while he glanced back at the table. “Bill all covered?” he asked Angela, who was smirking rather stupidly at them.
“Well hello to you too, Bradford,” she chirped. “Nice of you to finally greet the rest of us.” She gestured to Celina and Nyla, the former waving with a dumb smile on her face whilst the latter swayed to the music.
He rolled his eyes, giving her a look. “Do you need me to get the bill or not,” he said drily.
Angela waved a lazy hand. “Nup, Wesley agreed to cover us,” she said, leaning back against the booth. “Now you lovebirds can go home.”
Lucy turned her head a little to comment, “Technically it’s your money, too,” to which Angela saluted.
Tim just cradled Lucy’s head again, and she nuzzled further into his shirt. “Wesley’s coming, right? And James? And Rodge?” he checked quickly, looking at each one of them lounging on their seats—Celina had taken to stacking shot glasses while Nyla directed her.
He only sighed again, while Angela waved her hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. They’ll be here any moment, I’m sure,” she muttered. “Have fun at home!”
“In bed!” Nyla added, making all four of them crack up.
“Right,” Tim muttered, waving goodbye before turning back to Lucy who was still plastered to his chest. “Babe, we’re gonna have to walk to the car,” he murmured, gently prying her away from him.
Lucy stuck out her bottom lip at the loss of him, crossing her arms over her chest and making her cleavage practically spill out of the low neckline of her tiny top.
Tim quickly unbuttoned his jacket, draping it across her shoulders. “It’s cold out,” he explained when she gave him a confused look. He raised a brow at the amount of skin left on display. “Didn’t want you to get cold?”
She bit her lip, a beam lighting her face. “Aww, honey,” she slurred, pressing herself to his side while he tucked her in and began leading her out of the crowded bar. “You’re so sweet!”
“O–kay,” Tim muttered, practically lifting her now as he quickly moved away from the music of the club.
Lucy groaned at their speed. “Wait, baby, my feet hurt,” she said, reaching to pull her stilettos off her feet, before Tim quickly put the heel back on.
“Not now, Lucy, when we get into the car, okay?” he said, grimacing at the visibly dirty path. She muttered something noncoherent, and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Almost there.”
“Looook, it’s your car!” she giggled, pointing to his truck parked at the side of the road.
Tim nodded. “Mhmm, and now we’re gonna get you home,” he murmured, guiding her to the backseat and opening the door.
Lucy stopped in her tracks, staring at the backseat as if she were a child staring at a vegetable. “Wait, baby, but I wanna sit in the front with you,” she whined as he led her inside and sat her down, strapping her in securely.
“I’m just over there, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching for her heels, he slipped them off one by one while Lucy let out a satisfied hum at the loss of them. “Better?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. So much better,” she said, leaning back fully against the seat now.
Tim took that as a good sign as he shut the door and quickly moved to the front seat. “Try to rest if you can, okay?” he told her, but she instantly shook her head.
“Can we have some music, babe?” she asked, tracing the stitches of the carseat. “It’s too quiet in here. I miss the club music.”
“Sure, Luce,” Tim muttered, getting Lucy’s Spotify playlist up and putting in on shuffle, to which Lucy immediately cheered and began singing along, body swaying and bobbing to the music.
“Aw, where’d the music go,” she pouted when the car stopped.
“We’re home,” Tim chuckled, exiting the car to quickly open her door. He unbuckled her as gently grasped her beneath the shoulders and practically into his arms, looping them around his neck while he fumbled for the house keys.
“Where’s Kojoooo,” she said when he pushed open the door, her head swerving as he maneuvered them into the house while she looked around for her favourite mutt.
Tim looked around, silently thanking the universe when he couldn’t see the dog walking around anywhere. “He’s gone to bed, baby,” he said as he closed and locked the door.
Her face lit up. “Oh! Like we are?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed absentmindedly, toeing off his boots and placing her stilettos onto the shoe rack. “Okay, let’s get you ready for bed.”
Lucy only giggled and then hiccuped in response, pressing her face into the crook of his neck whilst he led her to the ensuite in the bedroom.
Tim helped her take her clothes off, muttering a curse when he saw how short her skirt was, paired with the ridiculous scrap of fabric that was her shirt. Once he’d stripped her of her lacy bra and panties, he quickly ran the shower, making sure it was the right temperature before he turned to her, utterly naked and pouting. “Okay, shower time,” he told her, but Lucy only shifted on her feet.
“But…I wanna be in bed with you,” she said softly, frowning at the stream of water before her.
Tim nodded. “We’ll do that once you shower,” he said, gently grasping her wrist and tugging her forward, but she didn’t budge.
“You said we could go to bed together.”
He sighed, closing his eyes for a second before taking another step closer. “And we will, but you need to shower first. You’ll thank me in the morning, trust me,” he added, wincing at the thought of the inescapable hangover that would come later.
Lucy stuck out her bottom lip. “But I’m fine. I feel clean.”
Tim dipped his chin, giving her a serious look this time. “Shower, Lucy,” he said firmly.
She gave him a puppy dog look. “Don’t wanna,” she all but whined, making Tim silently pray to whoever would listen to him.
He turned to her, an idea forming in his mind. “Okay, baby. Why don’t I get in with you?” he offered, and she instantly lit up again.
“Yes! Yes,” she said, more seriously this time as she began tugging at his belt. He quickly took them off and replaced them with his own, swallowing yet another sigh as he slipped his jeans off, Lucy watching seemingly transfixed as he quickly folded the item of clothing and placed it on the side of the bathtub before reaching for the hem of his shirt.
“Sexy,” she sighed when he was left only in his briefs, her glassy eyes running up and down his body before she lunged for him, almost toppling over before he caught her beneath the shoulders, holding her up as she giggled and placed her hands on his broad chest, tracing the contours of his upper body before reaching to pull off his briefs.
“Uh-uh, nope,” he said, taking her hands off and tugging them down himself. She reached for his cock this time, before he quickly grasped her hands, making her look up at him with an exaggerated frown.
“Hey,” she whined, giving him a pointed look at his crotch. “Why don’t you want me?”
“We gotta shower, baby,” he murmured, gently guiding her under the steady stream of water, letting the water wet her thoroughly. He chuckled as her hair plastered to her face, reaching to push it off her cheeks, only to be met with her deep pout.
Tim frowned. “What’s wrong, babe?”
Tears glimmered in her honey-brown eyes now, mixing with the shower water as they fell down her cheeks. “You don’t want me,” she said quietly, voice filled with neglect as she stared at the shower tiles at their feet.
Tim immediately sighed, hooking his fingers under her chin to lift her gaze. “Lucy, I always want you,” he murmured, making her perk up instantly, before he added, “when you’re sober. Right now, we need you nice and clean, yeah?”
She looked at him, eyes wide and serious now. “I am sober.”
“Right. Sure you are,” he said, pumping a generous amount of her body wash into his palm and lathering it across his hands before turning to her and rubbing the floral-scented suds across the soft skin of her belly.
She giggled as he washed her breasts with a delicate touch. “I thought you said you didn’t want me?” she said coyly as he guided her under the stream of water to wash the bubbles off.
He squirted another pump of body wash onto his palm, gingerly turning her to face away from him so he could wash her back. “I never said that. I said I’ll always want you, but when you can properly consent, honey,” he murmured as he gently lathered the smooth panes of skin with sweet-smelling foam. “And I need to get you clean.”
“Uh-huh,” she sing-songed, and a small smile tugged at Tim’s mouth despite himself as she began humming a random tune under her breath as he bent down to wash her legs and feet. When he stood up again, she turned to face him with a wicked grin. “Now it’s my turn to wash you!”
Tim’s brows shot up. “Uh—babe,” he half-laughed as she enthusiastically grabbed his cedar-scented body wash and squirted the liquid onto her palm before looking up at him expectantly, wobbling slightly on her feet.
“Please don’t fall,” he muttered, grabbing hold of her elbow when she swayed towards the glass of the shower door, half the soap spilling off her palm and into the drain. “Okay, you’re all clean, let’s get you out,” he told her, reaching to turn the shower off, before she stopped him by placing her hand on the faucet.
Lucy gave him an exaggerated pout. “But we haven’t washed you yet,” she complained, gesturing to her palm that held about a quarter left of the body wash she’d placed onto her palm.
He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “That’s okay, baby. I’m already clean, but thank you,” he said, gripping the sides of her arms to keep her from swaying.
A lazy grin formed on Lucy’s heart-shaped lips at that. “Ohh, okay,” she giggled, slapping the rest of the soap she held onto his chest and rubbing. “What?” she said at his bemused look, shrugging one shoulder. “Can’t let it go to waste.”
“No, we can’t,” he murmured as she gently pushed him under the water to get the suds off. He turned the faucet off before she could try something else, before turning to her.
She gave him a dopey grin, reaching to smooth her hands over his broad shoulders and down to his chest. “You’re reeeaaallly sexy, baby,” she said slowly, before leaning in and planting a warm, open-mouthed kiss to his still-wet chest.
He leaned down and kissed her crown once, twice, before gently pushing her off him and reaching for her towel hanging on the rail. “Let’s get you nice and dry, I don’t want you to get sick,” he said softly, wrapping the fluffy pink towel around her and gently rubbing her dry.
“Aww, baby, you’re so nice when I’m drunk,” she giggled, swaying her hips as he moved down to dry her lower body.
“So you do admit you’re drunk,” he chuckled drily, and Lucy gasped dramatically.
“No. No I’m not. Wherever did you get that idea from?” she said in her most serious tone.
Tim only snorted, moving to gather her up in his arms. She giggled slightly at the shift, settling into his arms, before remembering that she was in fact, certainly not drunk, and settled for her most solemn expression as he carried her to the bed.
Raising her arms languidly above her head, she looked up at him while he gathered up her sleep clothes he’d folded for her that morning. “You sure you don’t want me?” she said with a sultry smile, spreading her legs slightly.
Tim chuckled, leaning down to press a small kiss to her mouth. She whined a little when he moved away before it could elevate, watching him pick a set of underwear from her drawer for her. “But I’m all spread out for you,” she grumbled half-heartedly.
“And I will take that up another day. When you can actually remember all that happens,” he told her, settling for a plain loose cotton set.
Lucy frowned when she saw them. “Those aren’t sexy at all,” she groused.
“But, they are comfortable, and trust me when I say this—you’re gonna need comfortable…” He glanced at his watch. “Pretty soon.”
She muttered something under her breath but let Tim slide the panties over her hips, along with the soft sleep shorts and matching top, tugging it until it rested comfortable at her hips.
“Alright, all set for bed?” he asked her, tucking her in before kneeling at her side of the bed so he could look at her.
“Tonight was fun,” she said wistfully, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “So fun. Almost as fun as our honeymoon.”
Tim raised his brows. “Really? Our honeymoon.”
Lucy thought for a second before wildly shaking her head. “No, you’re right. Nothing can beat our honeymoon,” she said, smiling at the hazy memory of staying in their hotel room all day and night, laying together as a married couple while watching the sunset and rise from their window view. “No,” she said again, slower this time.
Tim only smiled, reaching out to trace her face with his finger. “I’ll never forget it. Not in a million years,” he told her softly, tucking a few strands of messy hair behind her ear.
“Neither will I!” she giggled, smiling happily. “And I won’t forget tonight either!”
Tim snorted at that. “You sure as hell will,” he murmured under his breath, before telling her, “Alright, honey. Time to sleep.”
Lucy’s face fell into a deep frown. “You said you would lay in bed with me. You’re not in bed.”
“That’s because I need to look after you when all of this—” He gestured towards her, making her gasp theatrically. “—comes out in a few hours time.”
“Fine,” she huffed, “but you can look after me from this side, can’t you?” she said, motioning to his empty side of the bed.
Tim let out a long-suffering sigh, knowing that Lucy wouldn’t let it down until he got into bed. “Okay, baby,” he murmured, climbing into his side of the bed and holding her close from behind, making sure she was laying on her side.
She instantly settled into his touch with a satisfied sigh, nestling deep into him as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Sleep good, baby,” he whispered, and she grunting in response.
Within moments, she was still, her breathing heavy with sleep.
Tim breathed out a quiet breath before carefully detaching his grip on her and sliding out of bed to get her a bottle of water, electrolytes and Advil.
Looking back at her, he made sure she was sleeping on her side before slipping out of the bedroom and into the kitchen for the supplies.
Shaking his head, he smiled despite himself.
Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
Tim smiled all the same.