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“You should come to the party. We’d have fun.”
Tim’s heart stuttered and his eyes dropped to where Lucy’s was covering his, on the frame of the door.
We’d have fun.
We’d have fun.
He felt his nostrils flare as he took in a deep breath, his eyes flashing to Salonga’s brother and the man he couldn’t identify in the back seat.
“Yeah. Yeah, I bet we would.”
His tongue pressed against the back of his teeth as he nodded his head, peeking out and wetting his lips. He had no doubt that in another life, another time, that they would have fun.
A lot of fun.
Lucy’s fingers tightened on his hand and his eyes flew back to hers. Unspoken communication had seemed to be instantaneous with them. Maybe not day one, but quickly.
“Have fun at that party.”
He looked at the men in the car with Lucy once more before stepping away from the vehicle and moving back towards the shop. He glanced at Jackson over the engine block before looking back at the red jeep pulling away from the curb.
Tim didn’t know who the man he was talking to was, although gauging by looks, he was hedging his bets towards being related to Wesley. If topics remained neutral or sports centered, he could continue chuffing it up with the upper echelon his best friend suddenly found herself part of.
The sun was bright and he felt tiny beads of sweat pool at the back of his neck, dripping under the collar of his dress shirt.
“Officer Bradford—Tim—sir—“
Tim nodded to the end of his conversation and turned to Jackson, who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. “What’s going on?”
“Lopez forgot her vows.”
Tim’s brow puckered as he glanced towards the officiant who was grazing the hors d'oeuvres tables. “She doesn’t need to memorize them. He’ll have them recite it after him.”
Jackson let out an uneasy laugh, his hand rubbing over his forehead. “Ah, no. Wesley and Lopez wrote their own vows. And she doesn’t have hers.”
“Okay.” He said slowly, pushing his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “And what do I do about it…?”
“I need you to go to the station and get them.”
“The station?” He scoffed, raising his wrist and glancing at the face of his special occasions only watch. “I’ll never make it back—“
“We’ll stall. They’re in her locker. She owes you!”
Tim’s jaw fell as he watched the younger officer take off hurriedly in another direction.
Tim shrugged off the wolf whistles and ribbing from the officers in the bullpen even though he could feel the flush of embarrassment heat his skin.
He had one mission: retrieve Lopez’s wedding vows from her locker and get the fuck back to the venue.
His knuckles rapped against the door of the women’s locker room before he listened for movement, shout, a noise or anything before he moved to push the door open. It was quiet for a moment, and in the effort to preserve the modesty of his coworkers, he knocked again before he allowed himself to push the door open fully.
He stepped over the cracked tile and headed towards the back row of lockers where he’d learned from prior experience of being tasked to retrieve something for Lopez that that was where her locker was located. He kept his eyes focused on the wall in front of him, nary a stray glance down a row of lockers.
He spun Lopez’ combination into the lock and took a good moment to evaluate the state of disarray before him. His pinky knuckle nudged a food wrapper out of his way, past both opened and unopened bottles of water, deodorant, what he was pretty sure was a pair of underwear before reaching a notebook, shoved haphazardly towards the back of the metal shelf.
He thumbed through the pages until he found the sheets that had vows scribbled messily at the top, ripping them free and tossing the book back onto the shelf.
He slammed the locker door shut and made a few strides forward before he froze mid step.
“Oh, shit!”
Tim’s head snapped towards the clanging that echoed through the room, his eyes catching sight of a curling iron rolling over the tiles before momentum and the cord stopped it from touching the toes of his dress shoes.
“That’s going to leave a mark.”
Tim’s eyes were furrowed at the metal barrel, laying at his feet, so focused on it that he was startled when painted toes came into his eyesight.
“Shit!”
He felt himself jump back a half step, his eyes grazing the ankles the feet were attached to, up tan calves, and felt his skin flush when his eyes met a scrap of lace at the juncture of thighs.
Tim wondered if he suddenly wanted to be tasered and blue paged with IA after his eyes froze on the chest that was held back by a bra, long hair, half curled, falling over shoulders and spilling onto her biceps.
He swallowed heavily, his eyes finally making it to hers.
Just as shocked and speechless as he was.
“What are you—?”
“I—I… uh… I—“ Tim mumbled, flustered, his voice cracking as his eyes glanced back to her chest against his will. “Lopez!” He stammered suddenly, his head whipping back towards the lockers.
“She’s not here—I… what?” Lucy asked, folding her arms in front of her in effort to give herself modesty.
“I knocked. Twice.” He said desperately, gesturing at the door. “No one… I wouldn’t have—I just needed to get—“
Tim’s eyes were mesmerized by the sight of Lucy’s tongue peeking between very red lips before watching the flesh open and close while she searched for words.
“Lopez?” She finally asked, her arms crossing in front of her chest.
Tim willed his eyes not to follow her movement and felt himself nodding dumbly. “Lopez.”
“Shouldn’t she be at…?”
“Yeah. Yes. She is.” He scraped his empty hand across his face, holding his fingers to his eyelids so he’d stop looking at his former rookie, two shades away from naked in front of him.
But that sight was painted on the back of his eyelids like The Touch of Life.
“So you’re here…?” He heard her trail off.
The shuffle of her feet caused him to drop his hand from his face, his eyes immediately focusing on her again.
Lucy brushed past him, a waft of perfume overtaking his olfactory sense and moved to pull a green dress from a hanger hooked over a locker at the end of the row.
His eyes watched the cheeks of her ass as she walked away from him, his pants and throat becoming uncomfortably tight. “Her vows.” He said suddenly. “She forgot her vows in her locker and so I was tasked—-man of honor duties, y’know?”
She nodded, her fingers gripping the shoulder of the dress on the hanger. “You have them?”
“Yes.”
“What are you still doing here, then?”
Tim’s jaw dropped and he let his eyes glance around the empty room. What was he still doing here? “I, uh… um… I should get going—I-I’ll see you there—“ he broke off, turning away from her.
“Tim?”
“Yeah?”
He turned his chin over his shoulder to look back at her; a parting look to imprint in his mind.
Lucy was a step away, her arms curled behind her back in an angle that Tim had seen many times over the years.
“What are you—?”
Her arms moved and the cups of her bra fell away, the fabric catching slightly on the peaks of her nipple.
His mouth was dry, and his blood was rushing through his veins like a levee had broken. “Lucy?” Tim’s voice broke in question, his fist tightening over the sheets of paper in his hand. “What are you…?” He repeated, turning to face her head on.
“I took down two cartels today.” Lucy said, absentmindedly, allowing her bra to fall to the tiles.
“Yeah.” He breathed, forcing his eyes to stay focused on hers. “You did good.”
“They wanted to shoot you—shoot Jackson.” She moved forward, her hand reaching forward and smoothing the front of his suit jacket.
Tim’s stomach muscles tightened, partially from the thought of being shot, again, but mostly from the sensation of her hand against him. “I, uh, well, they didn’t.”
“No,” she agreed, her hand sliding between the buttons of his shirt. “But all I could think about is that if they didn’t follow my lead, you could have been hurt— killed even.” Tim’s eye twitched as he felt the scrape of her fingernail against his skin. “And I’d never get to find out.”
“Find out what?” He breathed, his eyes dropping from hers to her lips.
“What it felt like to kiss you.” Lucy whispered, leaning further into his space, the tip of her nose grazing against his jaw. “To touch you like this…”
Tim’s breath left his lungs in a hiss. His hands loosened, Lopez’s vows falling away in a quiet crinkle. He palmed her waist, the tips of his thumbs caressing the undersides of her breasts as he pulled her flush against his body. “The wedding.” He protested, half heartedly.
“It can start late.”
His eyes closed as he committed the sensation of her naked flesh under his fingers to his memory. His head dipped, a breadth away from her lips, the anticipation ripping through him like a tidal wave.
“Can’t start without the vows.” He agreed.
Lucy took the decision from his hands, her mouth crushing against his in a sudden movement. His breath fell from his lips, his mouth opening against hers, the créme of her lipstick sliding against his skin in a sensation he wasn’t quite accustomed to.
Lucy’s tongue pressed against his, exploring this new facet of their relationship thoroughly as her hands dragged against his shirt, pulling at the fabric. She broke away from him suddenly, her mouth trailing kisses down his throat as she pushed his suit jacket away.
Tim’s eyes rolled back as she sucked the flesh of his Adam’s Apple between her teeth. His hands moved to palm her breasts fully, his index and thumbs tugging at her nipples. “Shit,” he sighed when her hand connected with his cock through his slacks.
Her free hand fumbled through the buttons on his dress shirt, her mouth sucking and biting against the free skin of his throat. Tim pressed forward, walking her backwards until her back hit the cold metal of the lockers, eliciting a surprised hiss of encouragement from her.
Tim’s fingers curled into her hair, tugging her face away from his neck and tilting her head back. He fused his lips to hers, tugging her lip between his teeth as his hands skimmed down her body, cupping under her ass and pulling her up.
Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist, her back arching as she pushed herself against him, a deep moan rumbling through her throat. “Please. Please.” She begged, pushing his dress shirt down his arms.
He shrugged himself free, the flashes of red on his collar a problem for later.
His hands curved around her, clutching skin, his fingers leaving indents and marks on her flesh as he went. Their kisses were wet and smooth from her lipstick, their tongues meshing together like they’d been kissing for years.
Tim slipped a hand between them, cupping her through the thin scrap of fabric between her legs. Lucy bucked her hips against his hand, seeking more friction as she broke away from his mouth with a gasp.
She lowered her legs from his waist and Tim helped her find her footing as she stumbled while pushing his pants off of his hips. His head fell back to his shoulders as Lucy’s hand wrapped around his cock, her thumb slipping over the tip in a slow, pressing motion that caused his hips to rock forward.
“Shit,” he sighed. His hands moved to her face, cupping her jaw in his palms, holding her steady as he kissed her again.
She shimmed slightly, pressing him backwards until the back of his calves hit the bench behind him. He sat roughly, pulling her down onto his lap as he did so. He laughed against her mouth as she braced her arms around his neck. “Sorry.” She mumbled against his mouth.
Tim hummed against her, his hands slipping under the waist of her panties and clutching at the flesh of her ass. He lifted his hips roughly when the sensation of her rocking over him sent his eyes to the back of his skull.
“Stand up,” he demanded, his hand tapping against the skin of her ass.
Lucy moved off of his lap, her mouth staying connected with his, just long enough for him to jerk her panties down her thighs and letting her step out of them.
“I don’t have anything.” He groaned when she resettled on his lap, the head of his cock pressing against her clit.
Lucy bit down on his lower lip, her hips swiveling in a low motion. “We can stop if you want to—“
“I don’t want to stop.” He whispered, his nose nudging against the junction of her jaw. “I trust you.”
She pulled back from his face, their eyes meeting the other’s. Tim was struck by the red smudges of her lipstick over her mouth and the glassy look in her eyes and knew he must look much the same.
He bit down on his lip as he felt her grip his dick between them, holding him steady as she lowered herself onto him.
Tim had never quite felt this deep of a connection before; Lucy’s eyes locked on his as she sat full on him, taking his cock like she was the lock to his key.
“Yeah,” she nodded, her eyes fluttering closed with the first shift of her hips. “Yes.”
Tim’s left hand cradled the back of her head as his right curled around her waist, holding her steady as he rode him. His fingers dug into her hair, pressing her forward and tugging her in for another kiss.
Their sighs and grunts and the creaky bolts of the bench filled the room as Tim met the backwards and forwards motion of Lucy’s hips with rough thrusts of his own.
“You feel so good.” She whispered against his mouth.
He felt his stomach tighten at the praise, his hips jerking roughly up, his hand holding her in place for a low moment, slowing their pace. “I’ve never…” he groaned, tugging her lip between his teeth. “Shit—Lucy— god. You’re so good, so perfect.”
Her teeth gnashed against his as she rocketed forward against him, the momentum laying Tim to his back against the bench.
“Fuck!” He grunted, both hands clutching her hips. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
Lucy’s hand pressed against his sternum, keeping her balance steady as she continued to ride his cock. “So good.” She agreed with a breathy laugh, rotating her hips counter clockwise.
Tim watched her, backlit by the harsh fluorescents on the ceiling.
He was sure he’d never seen a more perfect sight than this.
“Lucy,” he groaned, his thumbs digging into the flesh over her hip bones. “I’m gonna—“
“Yeah. Yeah.” She agreed and Tim was entranced as her free hand slipped between them, her finger tips pressing against her clip while simultaneously putting pressure low on his pelvis.
Feeling her clenching around his cock in tune with the touch of her hands against him caused him to tuck his hips up and into her roughly once more, knocking her off balance. His hands quickly sprawled against her back, pulling her to lay over his body as he came, a low, grunt ripping from what felt like the center of his soul.
Her mouth connected with his clavicle, biting and sucking his skin as she broke apart around him. She whimpered softly, using his skin to dampen her sighs in the echoey locker room.
Tim took a deep breath, the weight of Lucy laying over him a pleasant sensation; the feeling like an anchor holding him to this plane of existence.
He pressed his lips gently to the top of her head, his fingers trailing up and down the ridges of her spine.
“You okay?” He asked softly.
“Mhmm.” She mumbled. “Boneless. You?”
“Good. So good.”
Lucy propped herself up slightly, her palm connecting with the lacquered bench above his head. “I don’t think red is your color.”
His tongue slipped out, swiping over his lips at the memory of her lipstick being smudged away by their kisses. “Looks real good on you, though.”
There was a glint that Tim saw in her eyes as her nose scrunched in an amused manner. “Is it bad?”
He tried his best not to let his eyes linger over the smears over her face, her mussed hair or the slight mark he seemed to have left on her throat at some point. “No. Nah. Uh huh.”
“You are a lying liar who lies—“ Lucy’s eyes narrowed suddenly, looking up and around the row of lockers. “Do you smell that?”
His brow furrowed and he pressed forward, sitting up and adjusting himself on the bench and her on his lap. “Yeah.” He said, taking a deep breath.
“It smells like… it smells like… does it smell like fire?”
Well, shit. Was LAFD going to break their moment?
“Oh shit!” Lucy said quickly, scrambling off of his lap and jolting forward toward the exit.
Tim stood quickly, turning to watch her move, the sight of a small fire on the floor.
Lopez’s vows burning on Lucy's forgotten curling iron.
“Shit!”
they'd have fun.
no beta as always.