I Choose You And Me, Religiously | Chenford/The Rookie Fanfic

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Lucy's POV

When I opened my eyes that morning, I wasn't actually sure where I was, until I rolled over and saw Tim Bradford, my past T.O, my co-worker, friend, and now he's sleeping there with nothing covering his naked body. I had to be sure I wasn't dreaming, so I pinched myself. That was when I realized I too wasn't wearing any clothes. My eyes widened as my memory from last night began to clear. 

A lustful stare, a kiss, turned even more passionate, his hands caressing my face, my neck, my waist, my hips, my thigh, my-  oh God. What else can I recall? I remember my lips clinging to his neck, my arms under his, clawing his back like an animal, kissing across his torso, leaving lipstick marks all the way down...- At this point I'm not exactly sure what to do. I could either lay here in bed, no, that's stupid. I could run out naked, I could steal some of his clothes, or I could hunt down my clothes. Only I'm not exactly sure where they're currently located. Okay Lucy, just use your police brain and think again. When did the clothes start coming off?  Then it all comes flooding back.

The night before

I can feel the bass from Tim's speakers all throughout my body. There's so much celebration and happiness in the air. Elijah Stone has finally been served justice, and the entire LAPD Mid-Wilshire division is celebrating the long-awaited capture of Elijah. I see Angela and Wesley mainly relaxing, probably feeling so relieved that their family is finally safe. Meanwhile, Aaron has ordered about a dozen kinds of wings, and pazookies. I think I hear him whispering about a limo for Wesley and Angela? I guide myself through the crowd to find Tim, since I heard he had a vast wine collection somewhere in his house. I finally spot him, talking to Sergeant Grey. Probably about the latest Rams game. I walk towards him and tap him on the shoulder. 

"Don't you have that wine collection." I ask.

 Tim makes a face, then yells, "What!?"

 I groan in frustration, then yells back, "DON'T YOU HAVE THAT WINE COLLECTION??" 

"OH! YEAH!" He yells back. 

Sergeant Grey chuckles, then gets distracted as Nyla begins telling him about the arrest of Elijah in full detail. Tim motions to follow him, and we walk down his hallway, and into his room.

 "You keep it in your room..?" I ask, perplexed. 

"Yeah, in my closet. Duh." He answers with sass. 

Didn't know Sergeant Bradford had an attitude. He opens his closet door, and I walk inside. 

"Wow, if you didn't call this a collection, you'd be considered a severe alcoholic." I laugh.

 He gives me a look, and suddenly this 1982 Bubbly Rosé is extremely fascinating. 

"Well, which one do you think we should bring out to everybody?" I ask. 

He sucks in through his teeth. "Hard decision. I know Lopez loves a chardonnay, but then again, Bailey and Nolan just drink beer and basically Walmart wine." 

I snort. "Okay first, rude. Second, there's nothing wrong with beer and Walmart wine, Judge Judy." 

He raises his eyebrows. "Judge Judy, m'kay."

 I search around the cellar, until I spot a Merlot. "Ooo, what about this one?"

 It's on a higher shelf, and I am unconventionally short. 

"Here, I got it." He grunts. 

He reaches over me to grab it, using his other hand to hold onto a shelf. I turn my head around and realize how close he is to me, his body pressing onto mine. It's been about a few months since we went undercover together as Jake and Sava, and sometimes those feelings from our kisses linger. But right now, the kiss from my apartment still feels fresh in my mind. Now I'm just thinking, why do I want to grab his shirt and kiss him right now?