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

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Lucy's POV

There are many things I thought Tim Bradford was. An excellent cop, a testy one, at that. A good friend, a caring acquaintance, perhaps even a close friend. One-night stand never crossed my mind, though.

His hands are on my hips, his thumbs rubbing in small circles. Help me remember it? As in, fuck me again? Within the span of 5 seconds, I've considered my options. If we do get..intimate..again... how will we ever face each other at work? We can never view each other the same. Maybe I'll just transfer to the Hollywood division. But honestly, horniness outweighs them all, because the throb in between my legs needs to be taken care of now, or I think I'll just hopefully melt into the floor right now. Besides, it's just a one-time thing, right? Well, two-time, I guess. Whatever. Since Tim wants to remember it, I'll give him something memorable.

I run my fingers across his strong arms, across his torso, and lining his v-line. I tip-toe to his ear, "I'll make sure you don't forget this time." Next thing I know, each hand is holding one of my ass cheeks, and he's carrying me to his bathroom counter. Not sure why, but I don't really care right now, because it's really hot. He sits me onto the counter, towering over me. He takes my wrists, and holds them against the mirror. He leans in and gives me a hot, passionate, long kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I let out a soft moan. I feel his erection on my leg, and God, it's sexy. We finally break apart, and he asks me, "What's the first thing you remember?" He runs his free hand up my upper thigh, making me whimper. "U-um, I think you looked at me really ho-hot and then you kissed me, hard." "We've already got that done." He says kissing me harder again. I gasp for air. "And if it isn't close to what were doing right now." He whispers into my ear. "Skip it." His voice is turning me on incredibly more than it should. I think back to last night, and it's clearer. "You took my bra off and started-" Before I can finish my sentence, his arms are around me, un-doing my bra clasp, which he is scarily good at. I'm pretty sure he remembers what he did, because his mouth and hand are all over my breasts, and I let out a moan. "Oh, God, Tim." When I say his name like that, he immediately responds with his mouth. "What next." He says fast, before using his mouth again on my breast. I don't respond immediately. He stops what he's doing, and looks at me. "Are you gonna answer?" Suddenly I'm thinking rationally. "Shouldn't we, talk about last night?" I ask. "Why the sudden change in mood?" He says, looking confused, his hands resting on my upper thighs. "I don't know, I just realized we should probably discuss our....actions last night." I bite the inside of my cheek. He chuckles. "Well, what is there to talk about? I mean, we had sex, very good by the way, and then fell asleep." I furrow my brow. What is there to talk about? Maybe about what this means for us now, and how our relationship can never go back to how it used to be? "What is there to not talk about? This affects our relationship, our careers, possibly, and how we view each other from here on out. Are we friends? Are we friends-with-benefits? Are we dating now?" I take in a deep breath, and so does he. "I'm not sure what we are right now, Lucy. But I know right now, I just want to explore your body even more." His hands begin to wander, but I reach down to stop them. He looks puzzled. "I'd rather us talk this out before we have sex again." I say firmly. "And if that's something you can't understand, maybe I should go." I slide off the counter, and Tim looks sad. "I don't know if it's a big deal to you, or maybe you're just horny, but it's a big deal to me." I turn around, and grab my sundress. I remember my bra is still on the bathroom counter, but I don't care. I angrily pace his house, while putting my dress on. I spot my purse on his counter, and when I turn around from grabbing it, he's in front of me. "Lucy, I'm sorr-" "Can you just not?" I say, softly shoving him out the way. I walk towards his front door, not looking behind me. He calls my name, but I'm already out the door. I sit in my car and start the engine, and reverse out of his driveway. I see him come out the door, but I'm already driving away. I take a deep breath. Inhale and exhale. The regret is already pooling in my stomach. Why would I ever ask if we were dating now? Why did I leave? At a red light, I rest my head against the headrest and let out a guttural scream.