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

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Tim's POV

As I reach over to grab the bottle of Merlot, I realize I'm towering over Lucy. I begin to retreat back, until I notice a look in her eyes. It's like she's not just thinking, but thinking. I've seen that look before. It's love mixed with lust. I feel something inside of my brain shift, and all I can think right now is damn, Lucy is hot as fuck.

Lucy's POV

The morning after

I slowly creep out of Tim's bed, and quietly search the floor for anything remotely related to clothing. I spot my white sundress, strewn across the floor from the closet to his room, and I throw it over my shoulder. My priority right now is my undergarments, and if I have any luck left, my socks. I nearly trip over Tim's bed frame leg. He stirs, but doesn't wake up. I exhale a breath of anxiety, and continue the search. I finally spot my bra, and underwear, bra hanging from his nightstand, underwear unfortunately ripped and oh my god  why did I wear the ugliest, least sexiest bra and underwear for this? I wasn't exactly expecting it, but I could've at least worn anything else. I begin to dress myself, wishing I could take a shower right now. Thinking of a shower, I remember something. Me leading him to his shower, the steam rising out of the shower, the hot water not nearly being the cause of the heat about to boil out of me, him behind me, pinning my hands against the glass, creating foggy hand prints, his lips against my neck as he-   My thoughts are paused as I hear something horrifying. "Lucy?" I whip around, and I quickly learn I only have my un-sexy bra on. His eyes open and he stares at me, basically naked. I'm like a deer caught in headlights. "Uh- I just, I need, um, have you-?" I notice his thing pop up, and he is obviously embarrassed, but why am I kind of turned on right now? "Um, if you want"-he stands up, making his erection way more obvious, so he grabs a blanket and goes penguin mode-"You can borrow some of my pants, or whatever." God, his tired voice is so hot. There's a throb down there, and I'm just glad I'm not a guy, or he totally would've seen how turned on I am right now. He turns to open a drawer, and I realize I am way too turned on right now to just leave, so I stay. I walk over to him, and lay my hand on his blanket back. He flinches at first, but then relaxes. He turns to face me, and he drops his blanket underneath his arms so his arms are free. "What happened last night?" I ask. He cups my face with his hand. "I'm not sure, Lucy. All I know is that I love you, and I don't know what to do about it." He takes a deep breath. "I honestly don't even remember what happened last night, it's all now just coming back in pieces." I breathe. Suddenly his eyes change, and the blanket drops. His hands fall to my hips, and asks, "What if I help you remember it?"

Super bored today, so here's a 2 in 1!