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

Cramps

* Ring Ring *

"Bradford," Tim husks into the phone, almost by default, obviously awoken from sleep by his phone.

"Tim," Lucy groans quietly.

"Luce? Hey, whats up? You okay?"

"N—No. My cramps are fucking killing me, and I feel like I'm about to pass out. Can you come over?"

"Of course. On my way."

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"Lucy? I'm here," Tim speaks into her kitchen as he shut the door behind him. He's greeted with a gut-wrenching groan coming from Lucy's bedroom.

Practically running into her room, Tim sees Lucy curled up in her duvet. He sits down on the edge of the bed and places a hand on her back.

"Hey, babe, I'm here. What can I do?"

"Advil. Please," Lucy whimpers, curling impossibly smaller.

"On it," Tim asserts as he quickly rummages through her bathroom cabinets, grabbing Advil and a bottle of water from her nightstand.

"Here. Open," he orders gently, slipping the pills into her mouth along with a swig of water.

"Ugh, thank you," Lucy sighs as Tim begins to softly scratch her back.

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"Have they gotten any better?" Tim asks softly, running his fingers through her hair.

They were now both in her bed, Tim laying on his back as Lucy is draped over him.

"Mm-hm."

Slipping his hands underneath her shirt to rub her back, Tim eventually offers, "Do you want me to run you a hot bath?"

Lucy hums in pleasure at the thought of the warm water soothing her aching body before nodding against Tim's shoulder.

His hands glide down her back onto the back of her thighs as he sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. Lucy wiggles on his lap, adjusting to the new angle.

"You good now?"

"Mm."

Tim smiles as Lucy nuzzles into Tim's neck, planting gentle, almost too gentle to feel, kisses against his neck.

He grips her thighs, lifting them both up and off of the bed, and Lucy's legs wrap around his waist almost instantly. Tim walks into her bathroom, places her on the counter, and turns on the bath water before turning back around to look at her.

"Up."

"Mmm," Lucy whines and drops her head backwards on the mirror.

Tim chuckles and steps between her knees, sliding his hands under her ass to lift her up and off on the counter to stand her up.

"Arms up."

Lucy complies lazily and Tim lifts her shirt up and over her head. He kneels and hooks his finger in the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down to her ankles.

Tim looks up at Lucy, who looks as if she's about to fall asleep standing up.

He slides his hands up her calves and rubs them up and down her thighs. She hums contently before Tim snickers, "Step up, babe."

She does as told and Tim tosses her leggings and shirt into her bedroom. He stands up, taking one of her hands in his to guide her into the tub.

She slinks down into the water, moaning quietly as it soothes her body. Tim kneels at the side of the tub and rests his head on it. Lucy looks at him and brings a wet hand to the side of his face.

"Thank you," she slurs groggily.

"Of course, Luce," Tim coos, looking at Lucy with practical heart eyes.