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Deputy Marshal Tim Gutterson sat in near darkness at his desk, tiredly filling out paperwork. Raylan and Rachel were in Harlan and the others in the office had left hours ago, heading home to husbands and wives.

He didn't have such attachments and as such was often the office scut worker, finishing paperwork that others had left or taking shit work that no one else wanted

He didn't have such attachments and as such was often the office scut worker, finishing paperwork that others had left or taking shit work that no one else wanted. It didn't bother him so much though; he didn't have much else to do after leaving the office other than drink.

His phone pulsed and he sighed, turning to look at the screen.

Charlotte Crowne

Hey. You busy? (7:58pm)

A smirk crossed his lips. The new AUSA working with Vasquez to help them bring down Boyd was a piece of work—originally from Harlan, she was fiery, sarcastic, smart as a whip, and gorgeous to boot.

They had been working together for weeks now and on a number of occasions he had flirted with her, albeit in his dry, humorless manner—and had been shocked when she had flirted right back, her eyes challenging him

They had been working together for weeks now and on a number of occasions he had flirted with her, albeit in his dry, humorless manner—and had been shocked when she had flirted right back, her eyes challenging him.

In quiet moments he wondered what the hell she saw in him, but he found he couldn't stop flirting with her, every dazzling smile or witty comeback she sent his way enticed him further.

He typed back after a moment of hesitation.

Tim Gutterson

Just finishing up paperwork at the office. What do you need? (8:00pm)

He watched as she replied, wondering what she could want at this time of night, hoping it wasn't about work. Realistically he knew that was unlikely. They had gone for drinks once or twice, but he had never made anything happen, and she had seemed interested...but aloof.

Charlotte Crowne

Need to see you. Be there soon. (8:01pm)

Tim lifted a brow at her response. What could she need to see him about at 8 o'clock at night? Shaking his head he turned his attention back to his computer and continued to fill out paperwork, glancing back at the phone occasionally, wondering what was prompting this visit.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the office doors and when he looked up he smiled faintly; Charlotte was standing there, her long dark hair pulled up in a bun with pieces straggling around her face, her clothing and hair plastered to her.

As he walked to the doors to let her in he realized it was raining, and probably had been for hours—he just hadn't noticed

As he walked to the doors to let her in he realized it was raining, and probably had been for hours—he just hadn't noticed. Pushing open the door he wrapped a hand around her shoulder and pulled her inside, "What's up Charlie?" he asked softly.

She shivered under his hand and he led her over to his desk, grabbing his jacket off his chair to wrap around her shoulders. She smiled faintly at him and pulled it tightly around her, brushing at the wet strands of hair hanging in her face.

"I think..." she hesitated and then nodded, "Boyd's men just ran me off the road," she told him, her brows furrowed with confusion.

Tim inhaled slowly, anger and worry suffusing him. He crouched down and lifted a hand to cup her chin, lifting her face towards the light—looking for any sign of injury.

"Are you hurt?" he asked softly, running his hand down to cup against her neck, feeling her shiver under his touch once again.

She shook her head and reached a hand up to wrap around his wrist, her gaze penetrating as she squeezed softly, "No. I'm okay. Maybe a little whiplash," she conceded.

Tim nodded slowly, his mind analyzing and working overtime. "Did you see any of their faces?" he asked, watching her as she thought.

"No, but I saw the car as it drove away," she murmured, smiling smugly.

"Good. Good work," Tim encouraged, reaching for a notepad to write down her description.

"It was a Nissan, dark blue or black, it was hard to tell in the rain. Late model, with only three hubcaps."

Tim nodded and wrote quickly, glancing back up at her to smile encouragingly. "Did you get a plate?" he asked.

"No, I'm sorry, not a full one." She hesitated and closed her eyes, her brow furrowing, "It was...JY9...I think?" she sighed and opened her eyes, giving him a regretful look. "I'm sorry I can't remember more," she murmured.

Tim smiled faintly, "You did better than most people, don't worry," he assured her. He stood and leaned over his desk, typing into the national database to try and find the car. After a few minutes it spit back 100 results, 20 of them with KY plates.

Charlotte stood and peered at the results, frowning. "That's a lot of names to run down," she murmured. "I can't ask you to do all that work alone," she said, glancing up at him. "I'll put on some coffee and we'll work through it together," she told him, grinning eagerly.

Before Tim had a chance to object she had moved across the office to turn on the coffee maker, shedding his coat along the way. He tried not to notice the way her light cotton dress clung to her damply, her soft curves highly evident.

He had been trying not to notice Charlotte for months now with minimal success. He had ended up flirting with her somewhere along the way when he had realized just how funny and charming she was, and just how much he wanted to fuck her.

Thunder rumbled loudly outside the building and Charlotte glanced up as the power flickered for a moment, her eyes wide. She quickly poured two mugs of coffee and handed one over to Tim, "Should we get to work before the power goes out?" she suggested.

He nodded and she grabbed a chair from the conference room before sitting next to Tim, edging close so that he could smell the rain in her hair. He inhaled slowly and fidgeted for a moment before forcing himself to turn his attention to the list of cars that had been pulled from the database.

Tim entered new parameters and narrowed the list to just the 20 KY plates. "Okay, let's see who these belong to," he murmured. They began flipping through the DMV photos, Tim writing down the names as Charlotte recognized Boyd's associates.

When they finished they had five suspects and Tim felt better about their chances about finding who had run her off the road.

Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, illuminating the dark confines of the Marshal's office.

"Jeez. It's really gettin bad out there," Charlotte murmured, turning to peer out the window. Her cardigan slipped from her shoulder and Tim noticed in the crook of her shoulder a bruise beginning to form.

Reaching out he pushed the cardigan off her arm and frowned, the bruise was bigger than it had looked. Charlotte shivered under his touch and turned to look at him, her eyes wide and dark.

"You said you weren't hurt," Tim said, accusing her softly.

She licked her lips quickly and he couldn't help but stare at them for a moment before turning his gaze back to her eyes.

"It's just from where I slammed into the door. It's fine, I promise."

Tim's brow furrowed, "You sure?" he asked softly, his hand at her shoulder sliding up to cup around her throat again, his thumb brushing over the soft skin of her neck gently.

Charlotte bit back a moan at the feel of his rough skin against her. God she had wanted to feel him against her for so long. She wanted more...

Swallowing hard she nodded, "I'm sure," she whispered. Taking a shallow breath she leaned in and had the satisfaction of watching as his brilliant blue eyes went wide. Her lips brushed against his and his hand at her neck tightened, holding her close.

A moment later he was pushing her away.

"We-we can't," he breathed, his words brushed against her lips they were still so close. "Charlie, we can't, the cameras," he whispered.

"Fuck the cameras," she whispered back and slid from her chair and into his lap, spreading her knees over his hips, her breath stuttering in her chest as his body aligned with hers. She had fantasized about this for nearly as long as she had known Tim, and fuck if some security cameras were going to stop her.

Her fingers wound through his hair, turning his face up to hers so she could kiss him again, her mouth hungry and demanding against his. Tim groaned and she smirked briefly when he wrapped his hands around her thighs, gripping her tightly.

She feasted on his mouth, tugging at that full bottom lip that had teased her for months, a low whimper escaping her when his hands slid higher and grabbed her ass, kneading the full, firm flesh.

Tim reached a hand up and tugged at the messy bun her hair was in, eager to wind his fingers through those long dark locks. A moment later they spilled down around his face and the scent of rain and pears surrounded him.

His fingers tangled in her hair as she sucked on the skin of his neck, eagerly working on leaving him with a hickey. He palmed her ass and groaned, his hips jerking up at the sensation of her grinding down against him, her hot center pressing firmly against his growing erection.

The sounds of their moans and pants were the only sounds in the barren office other than the occasional squeaks from his put upon office chair. Thunder rumbled outside the window and lightning flashed so brightly it blinded him momentarily.

Charlotte slid her hand inside the V of Tim's shirt, working the buttons loose and groaned softly at the chest hair that speckled his chest. She had seen it peeking out on a number of occasions and had wanted to run her hands over him badly.

A moment later Tim pushed her back and shook his head, breathing just as hard as her. "We, we can't. We'll both get in trouble. We'll get in trouble just for this," he reminded her.

Charlotte pouted and trailed her fingers down his chest towards his belt buckle, smirking when his muscles jumped under her touch and he quickly snatched her hand away. "Charlie," he murmured warningly.

She sighed and smiled faintly, "Fine. Where in here isn't covered by security cameras?" she asked. "Locker rooms?" she suggested.

Tim huffed a breath. He wasn't about to have sex with her in the locker rooms.

Thunder rumbled so loudly it seemed to shake the building and a breath later the power flickered rapidly before winking out completely. Tim looked around in confusion, waiting for the backup power to kick on.

After thirty seconds the backup remained stubbornly off and he sighed, shaking his head. "Power's out," he muttered.

Charlotte grinned and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his jaw, nipping at the skin. "Mmm, so no cameras then?" she murmured.

Tim hesitated and then chuckled softly, "No cameras," he confirmed.

"Good. Now shut up and fuck me," she whispered.

Tim ran a hand up the back of her dress, his fingers tugging at the zipper until her dress hung open. Slowly he pushed the fabric down around her waist, exposing the black and white lace of her bra, the swell of her breasts curving deliciously.

"Yes ma'am," he murmured, running a finger down her neck, along her collarbone and over the swells of her breasts, watching as she shivered and her eyes fluttered with pleasure.

His eyes flitted over her shoulder to his desk and a moment later he was wrapping his hands around her waist, lifting her. He smirked at her surprised noise and pushed aside the few pieces of paperwork to set her down on the polished surface.

Charlotte shoved her dress down and tossed it to the floor, tired of it hindering her movements.

Charlotte shoved her dress down and tossed it to the floor, tired of it hindering her movements

 Her legs wound around Tim's hips, drawing him closer. He ran his hands up her back, slowly tracing patterns on her skin as he brushed aside her hair and tasted the skin of her neck.

He stepped back a moment later and knelt in front of her, his bronze head turning to press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Pleasure rippled through her as he slid a hand up her thigh, his fingers digging into her flesh.

His blue eyes lifted to hers as he reached up and tugged her towards the edge of the desk and pulled her underwear down and off. She inhaled sharply as the cool air hit her warm center.

Tim nudged his shoulders between her thighs and leaned in, running his tongue over her slowly. He explored her, taking his time, listening to every noise and plea that dropped from her lips. Her fingers wound through his hair, whether it was to hold him in place or simply to hold on, he wasn't sure.

He focused on her clit slowly, circling it with his tongue before lapping back down to dart into her and taste her juices. She shuddered and whined at the loss of sensation each time, and each time he applied more pressure, enjoying the way she tried to fuck herself against his mouth.

"Unh! Tim...please!"

She grew louder and wetter, and he knew she was getting close. Slowly he slid a finger inside her, feeling her body spasm around it for a moment before he slid another in and began sucking on her clit as he fucked her.


Her cries grew loud, his name a wrecked moan that was barely comprehensible, her pleas for more the only thing he could understand.

"P-please Tttiiimmm...m-more!" she gasped.

He worked his fingers harder inside her, flicking and thrusting against the spot that had her arching and moaning as he sucked hard on her clit. Her walls clamped and fluttered around him as she came with a sobbing moan, her fingers curling around the edge of his desk.

He lapped against her as she came down, soft moans slipping from her throat and her fingers relaxed in his hair. As her breathing relaxed he rose from his knees and wiped his mouth before leaning down to draw her up for a searing kiss.

Charlotte panted against Tim, her body burning with pleasure. Gently she tugged at his belt, her hands tingling and numb. Her hand slipped inside his jeans a moment later and they both breathed heavily when her hand found him bare against the material.

"Commando, Deputy?" she asked softly, smirking up at him as she stroked him.

"Nothing comes between me and my Calvin's," he replied, his eyes hooded with pleasure.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his chest, "I think that's about the underwear," she murmured.

Tim grunted and jerked into her hand, his knees beginning to tremble. "Don't care," he hissed.

He pushed her hand away a moment later and turned his head to kiss her, breathing heavily. "Condom?" he asked breathlessly.


He nodded and turned away, snatching her purse off the ground to root through until he found a condom in the side pocket. His fingers fumbled for a moment before he ripped it open and shoved his pants down, letting his cock spring free so he could roll it down.

Charlotte smirked and grabbed his ass, tugging him forward to rest between her thighs, his hard length resting against her hip. Tim's fingers wound through her hair as his mouth covered hers, a hand trailing down to tug the clasp of her bra open before he tossed it aside.

He quickly cupped a breast, thumbing her nipple until it was hardened and heavy with pleasure. She arched into his touch, moaning. His mouth slid along her neck, sucking softly, leaving faint marks as he worked down to her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth.

Charlotte gasped as he tugged on her nipple, sucking on it to soothe the point of pain that had pierced her. Her fingers dug into his hips, pulling him closer, and her hips ground into him. Tim stroked a hand down her side and to her hip, holding her still.

He worked his hand lower and ran his thumb over her clit as he mouthed over her breast, enjoying the mewl of pleasure she let out. He lavished attention on her breasts as he stroked her clit, listening to her pleasured cries grow louder and more desperate.

When she began to crest he tugged on her hip and pulled her to the edge of the desk, sliding his hands up her thighs to wrap them around his hips, his cock teasing at her entrance. Her hands wrapped around his neck and her eyes met his, hooded with pleasure.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, brushing against his chest where he leaned into her. Tim leaned in and kissed her, groaning as he slid into her heat. A broken moan slid from her lips and she dug her nails into his shoulder, whispering his name.

Before he was even fully inside her she was moving against him, urging him on. Tim slid back and snapped his hips forward, hitting deep within her and eliciting a loud gasp from her. Charlotte met each of his thrusts, urging him to go harder, harder, faster.

His lungs burned from the pace he was setting but he couldn't stop—she felt too damn good. "Fuck Charlie, you're amazing," he ground out, leaning in for a kiss that was brief, messy and breathless.

He could feel her tightening around him and a few thrusts later she cried out, falling over the edge around him. Tim pulled out and tugged her off the desk, holding onto her hips as she wavered. Swiftly he turned her towards the desk and had her legs spread, allowing him to thrust back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

Charlotte cried out and moved back against him, "Oh! Yes, Tim, please," she begged. He drove into her, his hands in a bruising grip on her hips. She gasped as he drove into her, pushing her towards another orgasm.

Tim kissed along her neck and bit her softly, enjoying the soft pleasured noises she was making as she moved against him. Her body fisted around him as she wavered and he reached down, rubbing on her clit, encouraging her.

"Oh fuck! Oh!"

"Yea Charlie, come on darlin," he groaned, his hips moving with less coordination now. He was getting close to his own end. He rubbed furiously on her clit and felt her fisting and fluttering around him, her breathing coming in gasps as she struggled to handle the pleasure flooding her body.

"Come on darlin," he crooned in her ear, snapping his hips harder into her, enjoying the way she moaned his name. A moment later she arched and bucked against him before stiffening, her body clenching around him.

He was flooded with white hot heat as he thrust into her, still stroking her clit, listening to her whimpers. "You're so good good," he gasped as he thrust, feeling pleasure explode in his gut a moment before he stiffened and came, breath exploding out of his chest.

He collapsed against her back, clinging to her as he struggled not to smash them both into his desk, his breath skating across her shoulder.

After a few long, struggling breaths he stepped back and removed the condom, debating for a moment what to do with it. After a moment he tied it off and walked it to the bathroom, wrapping it in a paper towel and tossing it in the trashcan.

By the time he got back to his desk Charlotte had pulled on her bra and underwear.

His stomach sank.

She glanced up at him and smiled, "Hey. You ready to go?" she murmured, then glanced over his bare chest and smirked, "Maybe you should button up," she suggested.

He smirked and glanced pointedly at her undressed state, "You too," he replied.

She grabbed her dress from the floor and slid it on before turning her back to face him, glancing over her shoulder at him, "Zip me up," she murmured.

He silently slid the zipper up, brushing her hair out of the way before he leaned in and kissed her, his hands spreading across her waist and tugging her back against him. When he pulled back she sighed and smiled, "Let's go Deputy," she whispered.

He nodded and quickly buttoned up his shirt, leaving it untucked. They gathered their respective bags and coats and he walked her to the front door, pausing when he realized she didn't have a way home.

"You need a ride home?" he asked softly, giving her a questioning look.

She smiled softly, "Tim, I don't know about you, but I plan on being late to work tomorrow due to having my brains fucked out. Whose place is closer?" she replied, arching a brow at him.

It took half a minute for the implication of her words to sink in and when they did he smiled—a wide, brilliant one that left her breathless. "My place," he murmured before leaning in and kissing her again.

She watched as he ran out into the rain and pulled his truck around, a smile on her face.


Charlotte stood in Tim's kitchen, waiting for the coffee to brew and hit Send on the call, listening to the phone ring. A moment later the call connected and Raylan answered, sounding sleepy.

"Charlie, what's up?"

"Raylan, I need a favor," she murmured softly, peering down the hall to make sure Tim hadn't gotten out of bed yet.

"Hmm, what kind of favor?" Raylan asked curiously.

"Tim and I had sex in the office last night and I need you to make sure that there's no security tape of it. You owe me, remember?" she reminded him.

There was a faint choking noise and then silence. She smirked and waited.

"Ah, yea. The agreement for Ava's CI deal. You got Vasquez on board. Uh, I'll make sure I'm in there first and wipe any tape," Raylan replied, sounding distinctly uncomfortable.

"Good, thanks," she murmured, smiling as Tim came strolling out of the bedroom, his hair in disarray and a pair of briefs clinging to his hips. He sauntered up and smirked at her, wrapping his hands around her waist, sliding the tshirt he had lent her up.

"No problem. Uh, so, are you guys, like, together?" Raylan asked curiously.

Charlotte cocked a brow and turned her head to nip at Tim's ear, laughing faintly when he made a noise of pleasure. "Hmm, I don't know," she nuzzled him until he turned his face to kiss her and she held the phone closer so he could hear Raylan's voice, "What do you think Tim, are we together?" she asked.

Raylan made another choking noise and Tim grinned, "Well, in about five minutes, we're definitely going to be together. How about I let you know later, huh brother?" he murmured and Charlotte laughed softly before hanging up and dropping the phone on the counter.

Tim pushed her back gently against the counter, his fingers winding through the band of her underwear as he smirked, "So, you told Raylan?" he asked.

"Just making sure any security camera tape is disposed of," she replied giving him an impish look.

He chuckled softly, "That's a federal offense you know," he murmured.

She shrugged, "I've got bad intentions when it comes to you, what can I say?" she told him, giving him a look filled with promise.

Tim smirked slowly and tugged on the waistband of her underwear, pulling her closer. His lips brushed against hers softly, "Tell me more about these bad intentions," he whispered.

Charlotte grinned. 


AN: Okay so this first one shot is because there is not NEARLY enough Tim Gutterson love. Like goddamn, have you all seen his smile? FUCK ME. A great song to listen to while reading this is "Too Repressed" by Sometymes Why. It really reminds me of Tim. Repressed little motherfucker...and then....hello!

AHAHAHAHA yea, I hope you enjoyed. Please review!