A Great Way to Start the Day

Once Tim stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and called to the other room, "Shower's free."

Lucy entered the bathroom, shrugged off her robe, and dropped a kiss on his bare shoulder before hanging up the thin satiny robe and stepping into the shower.

The rushing water drowned out the sounds of Tim's morning routine but she knew that he was almost done when she finished rinsing off her body wash. As she started cleaning the conditioner out of her hair, a thought occurred to her. "Hey, babe?"

"Yeah," he replied from the other side of the curtain.

"That really good breakfast burrito food truck is still by the station, right?"

"I think so...why?" It was a weird question.

Lucy peeked her head out of the shower and outstretched a hand. Tim walked towards her curiously. Without warning, she yanked at his towel so that it would drop to the ground. "Get in here."

"We're gonna be late." As much as he would have liked to step in with her, Tim did not want to suffer yet another morning of knowing glances in his and Lucy's direction when they arrive almost late to roll call.

"Not if we don't make breakfast and stop at the food truck for breakfast burritos instead."

His face finally lit up, showing that he understood the reason for her previous question.

When he had yet to make a move to join her, Lucy dipped two fingers into her pussy and said, "I'm getting off before I get out of this shower whether you join me or not."

"Well, okay, then," he smirked and stepped into the shower. As the warm spray matted his hair, he complained, "I just finished doing my hair."

"You didn't have to come in here if you didn't want to."

Tim took her hand away from where she was stroking herself to put his own fingers inside of her. "I didn't say I didn't want to."

She made a happy noise before leaning in to kiss him. First it was gentle, then Lucy licked the seam of his lips to stick her tongue inside his mouth and started to kiss him hungrily. She greedily swallowed his little moan when she took his cock in hand and every noise Tim made as her hands moved faster and faster with every pump.

"Lucy," he grunted. How could she get him so hard so fast? "You ready?"

"Please," her voice a strangled plea, since his fingers had already driven her so close to the edge.

Tim put her against the wall, crowding her against the cold tile and completely shielding her from the water that continued to rain down on his back. He pulled one of her legs off the ground and bent it so that her knee was against his hip.

It was an almost painful stretch, but she liked the way he gripped her thigh so tightly and could drive in so deep. Lucy silently let him know she was ready when she dug her fingers into his biceps.

He knew she was at his mercy as he snapped his hips rapidly; all Lucy could do was balance herself on one leg with her back pressed into the shower wall and take every quick thrust into her wet heat. Tim buried his face in her neck to suck on a spot he hoped would be covered by her shirt while being egged on by her perfect ragged moans. "You're such a good girl for me the way you take my cock. So good."

"TIM," she whimpered his name feeling closer and closer to ecstasy.

Knowing she was flexible enough, he pulled her leg just a little higher and heard her breathing hitch. "You like that?"

"Right there! YES! FUCK! OH!" Lucy's vision blurred more and more with every powerful push inside until it was too much, and soon enough, she felt like she was floating with Tim's biceps as her only anchor to the ground. Lucy kept digging her fingers into the tight muscles as he helped her through her orgasm.

Breathing heavily, he dropped his forehead to hers as he came down from his own high. "Fuck, baby," Tim grounded out.

"Yeah," she agreed, her breathing still unsteady.

He held her face and admired that her eyes were still glassy and no less beautiful. "So worth redoing my hair for that."

"Mhm," Lucy agreed with a lazy smile.

Tim moved her to stand under the shower and ensure their cum was rinsed off her leg, then he let the water clean him off, too.

They dried off in silence until she said, "I think I might've left a mark."

He looked at himself in the mirror to see the indentations where her fingers had buried into his biceps and smirked, "I got you back."

She could not really see because of the foggy mirror, so Lucy wiped at a spot of the glass to find a little redness on her shoulder. It was close enough to her neck that she worried, "Shit, someone might see that."

"Part of me likes the idea of everyone knowing you're mine."

"Right, because no one at the station has any idea we're together," she shot back sarcastically. Lucy saw his eyes drop to the floor guiltily and added, "Guess in case anyone forgot, it's nice to know they'll have a reminder." She grinned when she watched him smile down at her.

"I fucking love you," Tim said with a twinge of ferocity before he grabbed her face to kiss her and then backed her against the bathroom counter as he commanded her mouth. Eventually, he broke away to say, "I wanna make us late." His earlier uncertainty about their tardiness melted away in the shower, and now he wanted more time with a naked Lucy.

"Don't you dare! Grey gives us way too many breaks. We both know we should have been reprimanded by now." Lucy knew that some mornings, they got easily distracted when they were supposed to be getting ready and ended up remaining undressed.

"Just a little late," he teased and flattened his tongue along the mark he made on her shoulder while they were in the shower.

"Since when am I the one who cares about the rules and you don't?"

"Since rules matters, but some things matter more."

Her eyes slipped closed as his mouth started sucking on her other shoulder as if he was trying to leave twins marks. "Is that what we should tell rookies? You better be on time to shift unless you have sex with your very hot boyfriend? Then it's okay to be late?" She asked smartly.

Tim dropped down onto his knees. "No, but it's okay to be late if you're eating out your very beautiful girlfriend."

Before Lucy had time to process what he said, she felt his tongue glide along her folds while hooking one of her legs over his shoulder.

For the sake of balance, Tim lifted up the leg that had been previously planted to the bottom of the shower when he was inside her earlier. With her core on display, he salivated while taking in the view for a moment before his tongue darted inside her pussy. Tim felt her fingernails scrape his scalp, and he knew they were probably going to be late so that he could take his sweet time feasting on Lucy.

But neither of them cared.

Tim's hair might have been in slight disarray and Lucy's was a little frizzy since she did not have adequate time to finish blow drying her long locks, but they walked into the station positively beaming hand in hand. They changed in the locker rooms hurriedly without thinking about the finger marks on Tim's arms and Lucy's hickeys on her shoulders. Maybe an officer or two noticed, but no one said anything.

As they hastened into the roll call room with just a few seconds to spare before Grey started speaking, Tim felt some eyes on him and could see smirks in his direction where he stood next to the podium. He looked over at Lucy sitting at the second table close to the front and remembered how well he started his day with her, so he ignored all the glances, because he could not find it within himself to care about what anyone else thought when he was happy and so very satisfied. And of course, Tim had every intention of hooking up with her in the shower again. If he also got the chance to go down on her, too, he would not complain.

So what if anyone stared? Let them be boring and judgmental. Tim was too busy making plans for the next time he would crowd Lucy against a shower wall and make the running water background music for the symphony of their moans of pleasure blending together.