Tim's mouth was on her neck before she even got her jacket off, Lucy's back hitting the wall of the hallway as she tugged at his belt. "She'll be home in thirty minutes," he muttered against her skin, and Lucy just laughed softly, already wrapping one leg around him. "Then we'll be quick." It was almost mechanical at this point - familiar and practiced, like they'd done this a hundred times before because they had. Tim hitched her up, and Lucy's fingers dug into his shoulders as she guided him exactly where she needed him, no hesitation, no fumbling. She'd stopped feeling guilty months ago; now it just felt like routine, like something built into both their schedules that neither of them questioned anymore. He was rougher than he used to be - less careful, more impatient - and she didn't mind. When he pushed into her she let out a breath that was more relief than surprise, her head falling back against the wall. Twenty-eight minutes, she thought, and then stopped thinking altogether.

They say the best chemistry can't be faked. Eric Winter and Melissa O'Neil have spent years proving it, Tim and Lucy's slow-burn romance spilling over into interviews, behind-the-scenes laughs, and that effortless way they lean into each other on red carpets. Fans eat it up and the internet calls it "Chenford magic." But magic has a shadow. What happens when the kisses stop being just for the script? When one of them pulls away to protect the other? When a convention in a cold German city forces them face-to-face with everything they've been avoiding? A hallway that's too quiet. A panel where tears fall and a hand reaches out. A word that changes the air between them forever.

The man in the corner-the guard assigned by our families to ensure the union is 'properly consummated' watches us with dispassionate eyes. It makes my skin crawl, but then Tim shifts his hips, and a sharp gasp tears from my throat, drowning out everything else. I bury my face in the crook of his neck to hide from the guard, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and expensive whiskey. My fingers dig into his shoulders as the rhythm builds. "Tell me something about you," he murmurs against my hair, his voice ragged but clear despite the exertion. "What?" I moan, confused and dizzy, pressing my lips to the damp skin of his neck in a desperate attempt to anchor myself. He slows his pace just enough to force me to focus, pulling back slightly so he can look me in the eye, even as his body remains connected to mine. "I want to get to know my wife."

In which the Lopez-Evers wedding never gets interrupted, and Tim and Lucy end up doing a lot more than just dancing. Chenford S4 Friends-With-Benefits AU! SMUT! - There's a little jingle that quickly moves from a distance, right to the doorway, and suddenly, there's a very good dog, sitting and staring at her with a curious expression. "Kojo?" Lucy whispers, completely confused. What's he doing here? Unless... If the idea of a drunken one-night stand with a stranger had been dreadful, well, this is objectively about ten times worse.

In which the Valentine's Day ex-sex has a major consequence. Post 7x06 Chenford unplanned pregnancy fic. - "Any chance you could be pregnant?" the nurse asks casually, like it's just any other question. Lucy opens her mouth to wave the option off, because she's got a IUD, and even then, she's not really sexually active right now, not since the breakup- Valentine's Day. Suddenly, her mind is spinning, even though she just doesn't think it's likely. She has an IUD. It was one night. She doesn't even think it was during her ovulation period. She had her period recently. But just the thought of it... It's pretty much impossible, right?

She knows better than to let him touch her. But behind closed doors, better doesn't matter. It's the way he pulls her close like she already belongs there. The way her breath breaks when his mouth finds her skin. The way she forgets her own name when he says it low enough. No one sees what happens in the dark. And she'd rather die than admit how much she needs it.

Chenford Fanfic AU: Hidden in a dusty garage, a runaway royal trades gowns for grease-and falls for the one man who treats her like anything but a princess. 18+||‼️

Lucy never planned to fall for anyone, let alone her boyfriend's best friend. But when Eli walks out the second she finds out she's pregnant, it's Tim Bradford who shows up. Big, broad, brutally protective-and exactly the kind of steady she swore she didn't need. He's not supposed to want her. She's not supposed to crave him. But late nights turn into soft touches, teasing banter turns into stolen kisses, and suddenly, Lucy's falling-hard-for the man who's been there since the moment everything fell apart. He cooks for her. Rubs her feet. Worships every curve of her changing body like it's the most sacred thing he's ever touched. She's carrying another man's baby. But Tim's the one holding her heart. And when the truth about just how many babies she's carrying finally comes out... everything changes.

They were supposed to be partners. They were never supposed to fall. They meet as sergeants from opposite ends of the LAPD-two leaders, two reputations, and zero patience for each other. When an undercover operation requires them to pose as a couple, neither is thrilled. Tim Bradford thinks Lucy Chen is too soft; Lucy thinks Tim is all walls and no heart.

18+ | Contains explicit content. "If we do this, it's a one time thing. Tomorrow, I'm your TO again, and this didn't happen." Lucy nods, "Yes, sir." She takes a step closer to him, placing a hand on his chest and Tim can feel his willpower bottoming out. He closes his hand over her wrist, "Chen - I'm serious." She lifts her eyes to his, "So am I. Never happened," she repeats. OR Imagine if... season 1 Chenford decided to bang... Mature -- contains explicit content. Short story.