⊹୨ chenford rewrites and one-shots!!! ୧⊹

Relieving Tension.

⊹୨ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 5𝙭8! 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮~! ୧⊹

❗️this fic contains a bunch of sexual innuendos and light "smut," so if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing, then feel free to skip this one ❗️

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Lucy moans as she leans back against the carseat, the rasp in her throat lingering in Tim's mind longer than it should.

"Wow. What a day!" She giggles and her hands meet her thighs, giving them a light squeeze. She winces and sucks air in through her teeth.

"You okay?" Tim analyzes her expression, obviously concerned.

"Yeah, Yeah. All good. Just hella sore," She assures him with a small pout forming on her lips as she attempts to roll out the knots in her thighs with her knuckles.

"Do you know of a good massage therapist?" she asks with a breathy chuckle.

"No, honestly, not really." Her eyebrows furrow as she sighs softly. "But I have given a massage or two in my day."

Lucy looks up at Tim as he shrugs, accompanied by an irritatingly smug look. She raises one eyebrow and tilts her head.

"Oh yeah?" She's challenging him. He can see it in her eyes.

The thing is, he has a strong feeling that she knows what shes doing to him. He'd asked her out to dinner a day or two ago, so it should be obvious to her how he feels.

"Mm-hm," is all her manages to hum out before averting his eyes to the win-shield. He can feel her gaze burning a hole through him. He watches her slowly turn her head away from him and lean back in her seat again in his peripheral vision.

"All right, Bradford," she begins, "Show me what you've got." She giggles and looks out of her window.

He's stunned by what she just asked, although he knows it's not as big as he's making it out to be. Or is being asked to massage your former rookie's thighs a big deal?

"N- Now?" He can barely form words

Lucy's head whips around to meet his eyes, "Of course not!" She throws her head back and laughs at his facial expression. "I meant later," she teases.

He gulps and looks back at the road in front of them.

"R- Right. Yeah. Later."

***

Lucy hums a random tune as she walks out of the locker room, but she's interrupted when she almost bumps straight into Tim. He's standing there with his hands in his pockets, almost like he was waiting for her.

"Oh. Hey!"

He glances down at her legs, taking note of the very subtle waddle that she has going on.

She notices and rolls her eyes before smiling.  "Don't even."

He chuckles quietly at her response and his shoulders tense.

"So...When am I um..." he trails off, "helping you out?"

She looks up at him, confused. Suddenly, realization floods her face and she looks at her feet.