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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, Phoebe stirred awake, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The scent of coffee wafted in from the kitchen. Phoebe thankful her coffee machine had a timer. She turned to her side and found Tim still asleep, his tousled hair framing a peaceful face that made her smile.
Everything that had happened last night started to resurface. From the moment she found out she was pregnant, to having sex with Tim. It felt surreal that Phoebe was literally carrying his child and no one knew about it.
Phoebe leaned in closer, pressing gentle kisses along his jawline, tracing the contours of his face. Tim stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as he turned toward her, his eyes fluttering open. When their gazes met, Tim had a tired smirk on his face.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
"Good morning," she replied, her heart racing as she felt the familiar rush of desire coursing through her veins. Was it pregnancy hormones? Or just Phoebe being horny? She didn't know.
Tim propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze drinking in the sight of her. "You have that look," he teased, a playful smirk curling his lips. No longer half asleep.
Phoebe raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What look?" She asks.
"The one that says you have something on your mind," he said, leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin.
"Oh, do I?" she feigned innocence, her heart pounding as she felt his finger trace against her naked collar bone.
With a teasing grin, Tim leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss started softly, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened. Phoebe responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she parted her lips, inviting him in.
Tim's hand slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, igniting a trail of heat that made her shiver. She pressed against him, feeling the heat radiating front his body, she could feel him become hard.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, Phoebe grinned, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. "We're going to be late for work," she said, half-serious, half-yet-imploring.
"Let them wait," Tim replied, his gaze burning with intensity. "We have time." He says before crawling on top of her body.
** Phoebe stepped into the bustling police station, the familiar scent of strong coffee and paper mingling with the whispers of colleagues and the hum of ringing phones. She didn't have any particular assignment this morning. Just continuing to work on the stack of files she had on her desk. Until someone needed her presence.
