What if the UC mission had ended well (Season 5, Episode 1)

Part 53

The conversation soon drifted back into lighter territory, the group's laughter filling the space as everyone relaxed into their drinks. Tim settled in, doing his best to appear casual while casting subtle glances toward Lucy whenever he could. She was sitting a few seats down, animatedly chatting with Aaron and Celina, her head tilted as she listened, her smile lighting up her face.
But every now and then, her gaze would drift back to him, her eyes meeting his with a glint of mischief that made his pulse quicken. She seemed to savor each stolen glance, holding his gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary. And then there were the smaller things—the way she took a sip of her drink, using the straw in a way that was both nonchalant and undeniably captivating, her lips lingering just a little too long. She looked at him over the rim of her glass, her eyes full of silent laughter, almost daring him to react.
Tim leaned back, mirroring her game, tracing his thumb along the edge of his beer bottle as he met her gaze with a smirk, holding it as he took a slow sip. Their friends seemed oblivious, but to Tim and Lucy, the unspoken exchange was electric, a secret language shared only between them.
At one point, Lucy excused herself to the restroom, and as she walked past him, her fingers brushed briefly against his arm—a light, fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt of awareness through him. He caught her smirk as she slipped past, his own amusement barely concealed as he watched her go.
The night stretched on, filled with stories and laughter. But as the crowd began to thin and their group started to gather their things, Tim felt that familiar buzz of excitement build again. It was time to go, and he knew that the lingering tension between them was about to break.
Aaron- Alright, heading out?
Aaron asked as Tim and Lucy both started to gather their things.
Tim- Yeah.
Tim replied, forcing his voice to stay even as he looked over at Lucy, who was pulling on her jacket, meeting his gaze with that familiar, knowing smile.
Tim- It's getting late.
As they made their way outside, Tim slipped his hand around Lucys, giving it a small, subtle squeeze as they walked toward the curb. He had a fleeting moment of regret when he remembered they hadn't driven—if they'd brought his car, he knew they wouldn't have made it home before giving in to the energy that crackled between them. But the Uber was already on its way, and within minutes they were settled in the back seat, fingers intertwined, their gazes locked in the reflection of the window.
The ride felt endless, both of them leaning in close, fingers tracing lazy patterns on each other's hands, small but charged touches that spoke louder than any words. And the moment they arrived, and the Uber drove off, they were on each other.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Tim pressed Lucy against the wall of the entryway, his hands framing her face as he kissed her, deep and unapologetic, like they'd been waiting all night for this. She responded in kind, her arms wrapping around his neck as her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low, satisfied sound from him. The air between them was thick with the charged thrill that had been building in subtle glances and fleeting touches all night.
Tim's hands tightened around her, anchoring her to him as they kissed, deep and almost desperate. The charged energy they'd shared all night had finally broken free, flooding their movements with urgency and intent. Lucy's fingers knotted in his hair, pulling him closer as they pressed into each other, moving in sync as if they'd done this a thousand times before. She was just as breathless as he was, her laughter soft against his lips, almost teasing him with the warmth of her smile even in the midst of it all.
Finally, they pulled apart, both of them catching their breath as they shared a long, lingering look. Tim reluctantly let his hands fall from her waist, watching as Lucy adjusted her jacket and smoothed her hair, her eyes dancing with mischief as she sauntered off toward the bedroom. Her gaze flicked back to him as she disappeared down the hall, wordlessly inviting him to follow.
He stood there for a moment, watching her shadow play against the walls, feeling the rush still pulsing through him as he finally moved to follow her. When he reached the bedroom, he noticed the bathroom light spilling out in a warm glow, the faint hum of the shower already filling the air. He leaned in the doorway, his gaze catching Lucy's reflection as she stood before the mirror, her hands deftly twisting her hair up out of the way.
The water was already steaming, and as she finished with her hair, she turned and stepped into the shower. Tim waited a beat, letting the moment settle before he quietly entered the bathroom, his movements softened by the haze of steam. She caught sight of him as he approached, her expression shifting from surprise to a sly smile as he joined her under the warm spray.
As he watched her secure her hair one last time, he couldn't help but ask, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Tim- What's with the hair?
She paused, her gaze trailing down his figure before drifting back up, a playful glint in her eyes.
Lucy- Oh.
She murmured, letting her fingers brush his jaw.
Lucy- I just have a feeling I'll need, you know, a real shower... later.
Her words hung between them, soft and inviting.
Tim's breath caught, and for once, he was speechless. He held her gaze, the challenge and invitation in her expression pulling him in deeper than he'd expected. The thrill of it all made his heart pound; he didn't look away, and neither did she, standing there in the steam, their eyes saying what words couldn't.
Before they even left, he knew something was going to happen when they got back, he just wasn't sure what.
The memory of the bar had been simmering in his mind all night, the way she'd leaned into him, whispering in his ear, her eyes lit with the same fire that had been pulling him in from the moment he'd seen her in that dress. He remembered the way his hand had slipped under the hem, hidden from view but not from her reaction, her quiet gasps stifled against his neck as he traced his fingers along her thigh, his hand pushing higher until she'd been shivering against him. The thrill of it had been all-consuming, people just a few feet away, the darkened corner of the bar holding their secret.
And then later, in the alley, she'd squatted down and opened his belt before he even realized. It had been quick and heated, a moment of release neither of them could hold back. They both knew it was only the beginning, that they were far from done.
Now, standing under the steam of the shower, Tim knew exactly where they were headed. Lucy's eyes met his, her hands reaching up to hold his face as she kissed him, her lips soft but demanding, pulling him back into the urgency of the night. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as the water cascaded down, the heat between them rekindling with every touch.
She grinned against his mouth, her hands sliding over his shoulders and down his chest, a smirk lighting her face as she pulled back just enough to look at him, breathless.
Lucy- I was wondering if you'd keep up.
She teased, the challenge clear in her tone.
He grinned, his own voice low.
Tim- Oh, I'm more than ready.
In that moment he wanted to lift her up, pin her back against the cool tile, just do it then and there, but he didn't. Doing it in the shower was hot, he likes it, but it's not his favorite, plus it was going to be a long night. Taking a break to dry off and get to the bed instead of taking a break to cuddle and make during their recharge wasn't it. Not today.
As they made it to the bed, Tim eased Lucy down, his hand trailing up her leg, feeling the soft warmth of her skin under his touch. She arched into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their mouths met in a kiss that started slow but deepened quickly, igniting the fire that had been simmering between them all night.
Her fingers traced down his back, and he felt her nails lightly digging in, sending a shiver through him. He moved lower, planting soft, lingering kisses along her neck, her collarbone, taking his time as his hands traced over her body. She let out a small laugh, catching her breath.
Lucy- You don't have to hold back, Tim.
She whispered, her voice low, and he looked up, catching the challenge in her eyes.
Tim- Oh, trust me, I'm just getting started.
His voice was rough, filled with the anticipation that was building up fast. With that, he let himself go, giving in to the intensity he'd been holding back. Their movements became faster, more intense, their hands and lips moving with a kind of hungry urgency. He felt her arch beneath him as he moved, her breaths coming quicker. He could feel her muscles tighten under his touch, her pulse racing as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, heated kiss/sloppy something.
She came undone in his arms, her body tense, eyes closed, her voice a breathless whisper against his ear as he moved with her. When her breathing slowed, he didn't stop; he kept up his rhythm, smiling as she met his gaze with wide eyes, her body still sensitive.
Tim- I'm not done with you yet.
Lucy's grin was wicked, her hands sliding down his shoulders, pulling him in again. Their pace quickened, and she came again, her gasps filling the room, her body softening into his as he picked up the pace just a little and followed her over the edge.
It took them little to no time to recover.
With barely a moment's pause, they were back at it, Lucy taking control this time as she settled over him, her hands pressing against his chest, grounding herself as she moved in a slow, teasing rhythm that drove him crazy. Tim's hand traced along her thigh, encouraging her, matching her pace. She grinned down at him, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, her gaze locked onto his, eyes glinting with a playful challenge.
Tim let out a low groan, gripping her hips to pull her closer, guiding her movements with a possessive intensity that only made her go faster. He watched her, captivated by the way she moved, every curve of her body pressing against him, her skin warm and flushed. She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a deep, almost sloppy kiss, their movements intensifying as they each lost themselves in the other.
He tapped her back gently, signaling her to ease up, but Lucy only grinned, taking her time as she shifted her pace into a slow, grinding rhythm. It was meant to help them or at least him to hold out, but instead, the friction and closeness made the heat between them build even faster. Tim's hands moved to her waist, gripping tight, her own fingers lacing through his as they both felt that familiar tightening.
In that perfect, shared moment, their bodies moved together, pushing each other higher, until they both climaxed, their gasps mingling as they let go, completely in sync. Lucy collapsed onto him, both of them still feeling the rush, their breath heavy as they lay tangled together, savoring every pulse and shiver that lingered between them.
Tim lay with Lucy in his arms, the air thick with the lingering heat of their passion, soft laughter echoing in the stillness. He traced lazy patterns along her back, feeling the warmth of her skin against his fingertips. As they caught their breath, Lucy looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Lucy- Think you've got one more in you?
Tim's lips curled into a smirk, the challenge igniting something deep within him.
Tim- Oh, I've got plenty left for you, trust me. Just wait and see.
With that promise hanging between them, he pulled her in for another heated kiss, their mouths moving together with a growing urgency. Tim shifted, positioning her under him, letting the intensity of the moment wash over them again. He could feel the pulse of excitement coursing through both of them as he took control, guiding her movements with a firm but gentle touch.
As they settled into a rhythm, he felt her body arch against him, her breath hitching with every thrust. The sounds she made—soft gasps and low moans—drove him further, igniting a primal urge that made him want to take her higher.
Tim- Fuck, you're so incredible. Just like that.
He leaned down, capturing her lips as she began to unravel beneath him, her body trembling with the approaching wave of pleasure. She climaxed, her voice a breathy whisper against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. As her breaths slowed, he didn't give her a moment to recover, his hands gripping her hips as he picked up the pace again.
Lucy's eyes widened with surprise and delight, but he could see the edge of pleasure approaching once more. She bit her lip, her expression shifting as she fought to hold on, but as he continued, he could feel her energy building again.
Just as she began to climb, he sensed her wavering.
Lucy- Tim... I'm g—
But before she could finish, her body shook with another climax, a cry escaping her lips as he coaxed her over the edge again. Tim watched in awe, her pleasure overwhelming him as well, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
After a moment, Lucy pushed gently against his chest, her breathing uneven.
Lucy- Okay, okay, I can't take it any more!
He slowed, his hands resting on her waist, letting her come down from the high.
Tim- You've got this.
She laughed breathlessly, her fingers running through her hair as she playfully pushed him back more, trying to catch her breath.
Lucy- Really, I can't.
Tims movements stopped completely.
Tim- You okay?
Lucy laughed breathlessly, nodding her head with a playful grin, but her expression shifted to something more determined.
Lucy- I'm fine. I'm just...I can't take it anymore. But now I need you to... trust me.
Before he could respond, she slid down his body, her intentions clear. He watched, heart racing, as she positioned herself between his legs, her eyes locked onto his with a sultry glint.
Tim's breath hitched in his throat as she took him into her mouth, her warmth enveloping him as she moved with a tantalizing rhythm. The sensation was electric, and he struggled to maintain control as she expertly worked him, her tongue swirling and teasing in all the right ways.
Tim- Luce... oh god.
He could barely form words as the pleasure washed over him. It felt so good, too good, and just when he thought he might lose himself completely, she swallowed every last drop he had to give, her eyes never leaving his.
But she didn't stop there. Lucy continued, her mouth working him with an insatiable hunger, and he felt himself teetering on the edge of bliss and a new overwhelming sensation.
Tim- Babe—
But she only picked up the pace, her fingers curling around him as her mouth moved faster. Tim felt great, but sensations were too much, sending him spiraling into overstimulation.
Tim- Baby, please, stop... I can't!
Finally, she pulled away, looking up at him with a mix of satisfaction and mischief, her lips glistening.
Lucy- You sure?
He chuckled breathlessly, trying to catch his breath, but the reality of what just happened settled in.
Tim- Trust me I love it, but that was... intense. I've never felt like that before.
They shared a moment, both panting as they processed the whirlwind of pleasure they'd just experienced.
Lucy- Maybe we'll have to do that more often, huh?
Tim smiled, finally finding the strength to pull her back up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, and they both lay there, exhausted but exhilarated. The air around them was thick with the remnants of their passion, and he couldn't help but marvel at the night they had shared.
Tim- Honestly, that was... overpowering in the best way possible. I mean, I've had good times before, but that? That was something else entirely.
He felt her shift slightly, a curious look crossing her face as she met his gaze.
Lucy- You really mean that?
Tim- Absolutely. It was like you unlocked something in me. I didn't know it could feel that intense.
Lucy's brow furrowed for a moment, a realization dawning on her.
Lucy- Wait... you really haven't felt like that before? Like, ever?
He shook, his expression earnest.
Tim- No. I don't think I've ever had an experience like that. It's like you took me to another level.
Her eyes widened slightly, and he could see the gears turning in her head.
Lucy- Wow. I didn't realize... I thought you were just saying that. I mean, I knew it was good, but I didn't realize it was your first time feeling like that.
Tim chuckled softly, his heart racing at the thought that this was new for him.
Tim- It really was. I mean, I thought I knew what I was doing, but you completely blew my mind. I'm still kind of in shock.
Lucy's smile softened, a mix of pride and excitement lighting up her face.
Lucy- Well, I'm glad I could give you that.
They lay together in a comfortable silence, limbs intertwined as they both tried to catch their breath. Tim's hand traced lazy circles on Lucy's back, and after a moment, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. She shifted slightly, resting her cheek against his chest, and he felt her relax even more, her breathing slowing to match his.
After a few quiet moments, Tim's voice was a soft murmur.
Tim- How are you feeling?
Lucy chuckled softly, her voice sleepy but content.
Lucy- Exhausted.
She paused, and he could feel the smile in her words.
Lucy- But the very best kind of exhausted.
He smiled, running his fingers through her hair.
Tim- And how are you really feeling? I mean... especially when you told me to stop. You don't have to tell me, but I'd like to know if you're open to share your feelings.
His tone was gentle, his hand resting protectively around her waist.
Lucy looked up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips as she considered his question.
Lucy- Honestly? I feel really good. Like, the kind of good that stays with you.
She paused, her fingers tracing gentle lines across his chest.
Lucy- When I told you to stop, I was just starting to get really sensitive, overwhelmed. I wanted to keep it feeling great, so I thought it was better to leave it there, before it got too much, you know?
Tim nodded, his gaze soft and understanding.
Tim- That makes sense. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with everything.
Lucy's smile grew, and she nestled closer against him, her eyes warm with reassurance.
Lucy- More than okay. Really.
Lucy let out a satisfied sigh, settling against Tim's chest as they lay in the quiet. After a moment, she looked up at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes.
Lucy- So, how are you feeling?
She asked, her tone light and teasing, but with a hint of genuine curiosity.
Tim smiled, trying to shrug it off.
Tim- Great. Really great.
He said with a chuckle.
Tim- Though, at some point, I thought I'd have to tap out. You almost wore me out.
She grinned, playfully nudging him.
Lucy- I guess I'll take that as a compliment.
For a second, she looked like she was going to press him for more, but she only smiled and nestled back into his side. They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet comfort settle around them.
After a while, Tim shifted, his stomach growling softly.
Tim- Are you hungry too?
He asked, breaking the silence.
Lucy- Starving.
She admitted with a laugh.
Lucy- Though it's too late for food.
Tim- Too late? Nah, we've got time.
He replied, reaching over to grab his phone.
Tim- What're you in the mood for?
They debated over their order for a minute, finally deciding on something comforting and a bit indulgent, not caring about the time. After placing the order, Tim glanced at her with a mischievous grin.
Tim- How about a shower before food is here?
Lucy- Only if it's an actual shower this time.
She laughed, but the hint of warmth in her eyes showed she didn't mind either way.
In the bathroom, they took their time, sharing quiet, tender moments as they washed off the night's intensity. They exchanged a few soft kisses, neither of them in any hurry, savoring the warmth of the water and each other's presence. This time, they let themselves relax, enjoying a comforting closeness.
Just as they were stepping out, towels wrapped around them, the doorbell rang.
Tim- Perfect timing.
He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, threw on a shirt and sweats, and headed for the door while Lucy finished drying off.
Lucy emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, dressed in one of Tim's oversized shirts that hung comfortably over her frame. She found him already settled on the couch, food containers spread out across the coffee table, the familiar opening music of their favorite show softly playing in the background.
He looked up as she walked in, a warm smile spreading across his face as he patted the spot beside him.
Tim- You took your time.
He teased, offering her one of the takeout containers.
Lucy plopped down beside Tim, grabbing the container he offered with a playful grin.
Lucy- Well, I had to make sure I looked presentable for our midnight feast.
She teased, settling against him. She opened the container, letting the warm aroma drift up, and shot him a mock serious look.
Lucy- Besides, you're the one who decided we had time for a shower.
Tim- True.
He chuckled, nudging her gently.
Tim- But I wasn't the one who turned it into a spa experience.
Lucy- Excuse me for making the most of it.
She laughed, poking him with her fork.
Lucy- If you don't like waiting, maybe you shouldn't find a way to deal with it.
She smirked, settling deeper into the couch and digging into her food.
They shared bites of each other's food, eyes occasionally darting to the show but mostly focused on each other. Between bites, they made small comments about the characters on the screen, laughing over inside jokes and making lighthearted predictions about the show's next twist. The late hour seemed to make everything just a little funnier, the laughter easier, and each glance between them lingered a little longer.
As the episode reached a quiet moment, Lucy leaned her head against Tim's shoulder, savoring the cozy weight of the night settling around them.
Lucy- You know, this feels just about perfect.
She murmured, her voice softened with the kind of contentment she could only find when she was with him.
Tim- Doesn't get much better than this.
He agreed, his fingers brushing through her hair absently.
They finished eating, setting the containers aside and shifting comfortably into each other on the couch, their bodies naturally finding the spaces they fit into best. For a while, they just watched, letting the night ease them into a comfortable silence.
Then, as another episode started, Lucy shifted a little, looking up at him thoughtfully.
Lucy- So... how are you feeling?
She asked gently, her tone encouraging him to let his guard down.
Tim chuckled, trying to brush it off once again.
Tim- I told you—great. Can't get much better than this.
But his eyes shifted away, and Lucy could tell he was holding back, as he so often did.
She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, her gaze unwavering.
Lucy- Come on. I want to know how you really feel. You know you can tell me.
Her voice was soft, but her words held an unspoken promise: she was there for him, fully and completely, no matter what.
Tim took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with a mix of vulnerability and longing as he looked down at Lucy. He seemed to struggle for a moment, as though weighing his words, before finally speaking up, his voice low and soft.
Tim- You know, I keep telling myself I've got it all together. That I'm handling this, all of it, just fine. But then you're here... and I just feel different. Happier.
He paused, his hand resting on her arm, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he searched for the right words.
Tim- It's... it's kind of like you make everything feel easier. I feel safe with you. And when I'm around you, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Lucy listened, her expression tender, her hand reaching up to brush lightly along his jaw, encouraging him to keep going.
Tim- And... I don't want you to leave tomorrow. I want to be selfish. I want you to stay here with me. I want to see you every day, wake up with you next to me. I want to share our mornings and meals, just... be with you. Spend time like this.
He gave a soft laugh, tinged with a touch of sadness, and looked away briefly, almost as if he were embarrassed.
Tim- And at night, I want to fall asleep next to you, just so I can wake up with you there again.
Lucy's gaze softened, her eyes shimmering as she took in his words, her hand squeezing his gently in quiet encouragement.
Tim- I feel guilty even thinking that. Because I know how important the Academy is to you. You've been working so hard, and I want that for you—I want you to go out there, be great, and go after what you want, the way you've always supported me. I know it's only two more months... You've already made it through so much.
He let out a sigh, shaking his head at himself as a soft, rueful smile pulled at his lips.
Tim- It's just a lot I'm feeling. Happy, and proud, and... selfish, all at once. But mostly, I'm just proud of you. And it'll be worth it in the end. I know that.
Lucy reached up, brushing a thumb over his cheek as she leaned in closer, her voice gentle and filled with warmth.
Tim took another deep breath, as though gathering the courage to finally lay it all bare. He glanced down at Lucy, his expression shifting, the usual confidence slipping away to reveal something raw, something he rarely let anyone see.
Tim- There's something else.
He looked away for a moment, his fingers tightening slightly around hers, before he looked back at her, his gaze more open, vulnerable.
Tim- Sometimes... I'm afraid. Afraid of losing you.
The words seemed to surprise even him, hanging in the air as he tried to gather his thoughts.
Tim- I worry I'm not enough. That maybe I'll mess this up somehow. You're... incredible, Luce. The way you go after what you want, the way you light up a room, how you've never hesitated to be there for me, to support me.
Lucy's eyes softened as she listened, her expression radiating patience and warmth. She squeezed his hand, urging him to keep going.
Tim- And sometimes I just... I worry I'll let you down, that I won't be able to give you everything you deserve. It scares me more than anything else—messing up what we have, losing you.
Lucy moved closer, one hand coming up to gently cup his cheek, her thumb brushing softly across his skin.
Lucy pulled back slightly, her hands still resting on his cheeks, and looked at him with an intensity that made his heart race.
Lucy- Timothy Alexander Bradford Carter!
Tim couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, surprised by the seriousness in her voice, a playful grin threatening to break through.
Lucy- How could you even think that?
She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing slightly, though the corners of her mouth twitched with a hint of amusement.
Lucy- You're not allowed to doubt yourself like that. Do you hear me?
Tim's smile faltered just a bit, caught off guard by her sudden fierceness. He felt his heart swell with affection as he watched her continue, her playful tone juxtaposed with the underlying sincerity.
Lucy- You are amazing, Tim. You've supported me through everything, and it's beyond time for you to recognize just how incredible you are.
Her voice softened, and he could see the love and determination in her eyes, the way she wanted him to understand.
Lucy- I mean it. You make me feel seen and understood. You make me laugh, you make me think... you make me better.
She took a breath, her expression turning serious for a moment before the teasing tone returned.
Lucy- So stop being ridiculous. I won't allow you to think you're not enough, not for a second.
Tim couldn't help but chuckle at her mock anger, feeling lighter despite the weight of their conversation.
Tim- Okay, okay, I get it! You've made your point, Luce.
Lucy gave him a half-smile, clearly satisfied with her performance but still holding onto his gaze, as if searching for any lingering doubts.
Lucy- Good. Because I don't want to hear another word about you not being enough. You're more than enough.
He felt a warmth spread through him, comforted by her strength and the fierce loyalty that radiated from her.
Tim- I'll try, I promise. But sometimes, it's just hard to shake off those fears.
Lucy nodded, her expression softening again as she brought her hands down to hold his.
Lucy- I know it is, and I'll always be here to remind you. You don't have to face those fears alone.
Tim smiled, the weight in his chest easing a little more.
Tim- You really are incredible, you know that?
Lucy shrugged, a playful grin on her face, but there was a sparkle in her eyes that told him how much she appreciated the compliment.
Lucy- Just keeping you in check, Timothy. Someone has to remind you of your worth, and I'm more than happy to take on that job.
They both chuckled softly, the moment lightening the air between them as the serious conversation took on a playful undertone. Tim leaned in, kissing her again, the warmth of their connection enveloping them.