It's nothing

Part six; sexy, sexy

They got inside and sat down "So what's our plan?" Tim began "I mean, we can't ride together anymore" he added "Yeah, I mean did we really give off weird signs" Lucy asked "I don't know, maybe they just really want to see us together" Tim replied "Yeah, I mean we work great together but why can't they just leave us alone" Lucy answered.

"You know how Angela is and now she has pulled Grey and Nyla with her" "It's so stupid," she muttered, her frustration evident in the way she pushed herself up from the couch. But just as she rose, Tim mirrored her movement, his figure towering over her for a fleeting moment. The air between them crackled with tension as he stared down at her. "Is it?" he challenged, his voice teasing as he closed the distance between them, leaving only inches separating their faces.

Lucy found herself caught off guard by the sudden proximity, her breath catching in her throat as she met his gaze. "You tell me, Tim Bradford," she countered. In that moment, as his hand slid behind her back, the heat of his touch sent a shiver down her spine. It felt undeniably right to be in his arms, a sensation that pulsed through her veins like a current of desire. Her eyes dropped involuntarily to his lips, her cheeks flushing with heat as she realized the depth of her longing.

With a concerted effort, she tore her gaze away, forcing herself to focus on the floor beneath her feet. But Tim had other plans. With a gentle yet firm touch, he lifted her chin, coaxing her gaze back to his. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, a conversation spoken without words but laden with unspoken desires. And then, she rose up on her toes, meeting him halfway as their lips finally met in a searing kiss.

It was a moment of undeniable passion, each touch sending sparks flying through her body as she melted into him. Their kiss was a symphony of sensations. As their lips moved in perfect harmony, Lucy found herself lost in the intoxicating rhythm of their desire. With a sudden burst of clarity, she pulled away, gasping for air as she struggled to regain her composure. Tim's expression was a mixture of surprise and longing, but before he could say anything, she silenced him with another kiss, this time with a newfound sense of urgency. 

Now skipping his lips and going straight for his tongue. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the doubts that plagued her mind, not the uncertainties of the future. And as Tim's hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer against him, Lucy couldn't help but feel as though they were meant to be together.

Tim releases his grip on her back, his fingers deftly finding their way to the nape of her neck, pulling her towards him with a sense of urgency that sends a jolt of excitement coursing through her veins. With a soft gasp, she surrenders to the sensation, every touch, every brush of his fingers against her body, sends sparks of pleasure dancing along her skin, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

Before she can fully comprehend what's happening, she finds herself lifted effortlessly onto the table, the cool surface pressing against her heated skin. "Tim, I" Lucy spoke but Tim didn't let her finish her sentence by kissing her greedily again now pushing Lucy up the table, standing between her legs, hands behind her neck. Lucy's hands begin to wander. First, innocently enough, moving up and down the back of his neck while they do not break their kiss, now sliding around his waist. Settling on his hips.

And then ever so stealthily, playing at the hem of Tim's shirt, In one movement she pulls the shirt over his head, breaking their kiss and god is he beautiful, she can't stop staring at him. He kisses her jaw before working his way down her neck. She goes and sits at the very end of the table and wraps her legs around his cold and naked upper body. She pulls his head from her neck up to face her's.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped," Tim replied, his confusion evident in his voice. "You didn't," she reassured him with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with unspoken desire. With a subtle movement, she reached for him, her hand sliding around his side to settle on his lower back, while the other traced a path up his chest before looping around his neck. As she spread her knees further apart, making room for him to stand closer, she tugged him towards her, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted.

He leaned in, their bodies melding together in a perfect fit as he bent down to meet her lips no, to meet her tongue. Lucy tilted her head back, offering herself up to him as their lips met in a fervent kiss. Feeling her desire intensify, Lucy shifted her hand from Tim's waist to brace herself against the table as he leaned more heavily into her. Her body arching towards him in a silent plea for more.

In that moment, she couldn't help but wonder if he would fuck her right then and there, and the thought sent a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. As they continued to explore each other's mouths with a fervor born of passion, Lucy's nails grazed the short hair at the back of Tim's head.

"We need to stop" Tim suddenly said and Lucy sat up right again "W- why?" She asked "You can't even walk Luce, we do not need to do this "He said as he tried to step back, forgetting that Lucy's legs were still wrapped around him. "Yes we fucking do, I guess you're going to have to carry me to the bedroom then" She said as she gave him a smirk. Tim just looked at her, how can she be so beautiful? She slips her arms around Tim's neck and presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What are you thinking, don't you want this?" She asked "no, I need this!" He replied "anddd, I was thinking about how bad I want to fuck you right here, right now" He added and smiled "Well thank you, but you can't you'll hurt me to much" She replied "Oh, I'm going to make it hurt, but alright since you're a princess" Tim smirks as he sweeps her up into his arms and carries her into his bedroom.

"No I'm not" she replied while giggling. "O I'm sorry you're my princess" He added and gave her a playful smirk. Tim gently guides Lucy to the bed, a silent invitation that she eagerly accepts. As she settles onto the soft mattress, her eyes meet his in a silent exchange of longing and desire.

Tim hooks his fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants, his touch sending shivers of anticipation cascading down her spine. Their eyes remain locked, a silent understanding passing between them as he begins to slowly tug the fabric down over the curve of her hips. He tosses the pants off to the side of the bed, his pupils blown wide as he takes a step back to fully take her in.

She sits up and pulls her shirt over her head, now only wearing a sexy bra. Tim's throat goes dry, Is this the same Lucy she was a day before, Is this his hot rookie who he had a crush on since forever, Is this the same Lucy he pulled out of the barrel and brought back to life, Is this the same Lucy who was just abused and almost died?! "You know we don't have to do this" He tried again not wanting to hurt her or make her uncomfortable "Tim, I'm fine I know that he hurt me but I want this, so bad I've want this forever so will you please just fuck me now?" Lucy replied.

Tim just smiled and god, what is it about her?, being with her like this that makes every single touch, every single movement between them so incredibly hot? Maybe it's that even thinking of being with her like this a year ago should have been grounds for both of them getting fired. Or maybe it's just the sheer length of time they'd denied themselves any acknowledgement of the physical attraction between them.

Or maybe it's because this is Lucy. His Lucy, who has a way of making him feel like a better man with just a look, who understands and sees him, really sees him, like no else ever has.