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Normally the morning after the first time she stays the night at someone’s house is awkward for Lucy. Does she stay for breakfast? Sneak out? Wake him up with round 2 (or 3, in some cases)?
But this…
This is different.
She comes back to consciousness slowly. The sun is shining through the windows, bathing the entire bed in warmth and light, and Lucy sighs in happiness, snuggling closer to the warm body next to her.
The very naked, very solid, warm body next to her.
Except this time, her first reaction isn’t nervousness. Instead, her first inclination is to smile, and that says something, she thinks. It says something that she feels at home, already; all she wants to do is to get closer to Tim. To press her entire body up against his, to revel in the way they fit together and the way he makes her feel.
Her makes her feel safe.
“Good morning,” he whispers, and Lucy doesn’t even bother trying to hide her smile as she looks up at him.
“Yes, it is,” she agrees, and slithers up his body to kiss him. She can feel that he’s very, very awake this morning, and she knows exactly what she wants to do with his sudden alertness. “It’s about to get even better,” she promises, and Tim swallows heavily as Lucy kisses a path down his chin, across his chest, to the trail of hair leading from his stomach to his very erect cock.
He’d been dreaming of her, he thinks. And then he’d woken up in her arms, her naked body pressed against his, her breasts against his chest, and he couldn’t have stopped his body’s reaction if he had tried.
“Lucy,” he breathes, and she grins up at him before grasping his thighs in her hands, parting them just enough so she can settle comfortably between them. Tim brings one foot up to press onto the bed, and Lucy leans her body against his leg, her bright brown eyes staring up at him with a hungry look.
Tim could stare into her eyes forever, he thinks, but then she wraps her lips around the head of his cock and his eyes roll back in his head.
It’s heaven, being in her mouth. It’s warm and moist and she wraps her tongue around the spongy, angry-red head of him, and sucks. Her petite little hand covers what she can’t fit in her mouth, and Tim can’t help himself. He pushes further into her mouth, and she hums around him, pressing her free hand to his lower stomach, holding him down.
“Fuck,” he whispers empathatically, and Lucy giggles around him. The vibration echoes throughout his entire body, and he pushes his pelvis up as far as he can, fighting against the strength of her hand holding him into the bed.
She pulls off, and stares up at him. Her lips are red, swollen, and her eyes are glazed over.
“Tim. Be good,” she admonishes, and he could come from those words alone, he thinks, but he manages (somehow) to hold himself back. Lucy continues her task, torturing him slowly, deliciously, and Tim reaches down to tangle his fingers in her hair. Not pulling, just anchoring himself.
“Lucy,” he groans, and his little noises of need seem to encourage her. She traces the vein on the underside of his cock with her tongue, nips and sucks at his balls, and then surges up to take him into her mouth again. This time she lets her lips slip lower and lower, until he’s hitting the back of her throat, and she stares up at him as she swallows around his length, taking all of him inside.
“I’m gonna —” he groans, his grip in her hair tightening, and he thinks she’ll pull back, use her hand to finish him off, but as always she surprises him. She hums and swallows compulsively around him. The head of his cock is lodged firmly in her throat, and he can feel as she swallows, as she breathes, as she moans around his girth.
He can’t hold on any longer, and presses his hips up, moaning long and loud as he empties himself inside of her throat. His hand in her hair tightens, and he can feel her groaning around him, feel every twitch of her throat as she slowly pulls back licking her lips as she lets him fall from her mouth.
“Holy shit,” he says, and falls back on the bed. Lucy chuckles, and uses her tongue to clean up any drops of cum she’s missed. Tim grabs her by the arms and hauls her up to him, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss. He can taste himself in her mouth, and it does things to him.
“Your turn,” he murmurs, and flips their positions until Lucy is splayed out beneath him, her wavy brown hair and honey golden skin a dark contrast to his light blue bedding. She’s a vision, he thinks, spread out beneath him, naked, panting and flushed.
Tim wastes no time in grabbing her legs, his fingers digging into the soft, silky flesh of her inner thighs as he parts them. Lucy throws her head back, her fingers scraping up and down Tim’s back as he leans down and kisses her, long and deep and dirty, before kissing and nipping a path down her chest. He sucks one of her hard nipples into his mouth while his hand cups her pussy. She’s soaking wet, he realizes, and loves that she had gotten so aroused by blowing him.
“Gonna make you feel good,” he promises, and Lucy has no doubts.
The first touch of his lips and tongue on her clit have her arching off the bed, her breath already coming fast and hard. She’s not going to last long, she knows. She’s worked up from having him in her mouth, from feeling him swell and then come down her throat.
“Please,” she begs, and Tim bites the skin where her thigh meets her pelvis before diving in. He wastes no time working two fingers inside of her, pressing in and up against her most sensitive spot. At the same time he wraps his lips around the little, sensitive bud of her clit, and she sees stars. “Please, please, please,” she chants, thrusting into his touch. Tim smiles against her center, and gives her what she wants. He thrusts his fingers in and out quickly, hard, pressing against her inner walls over and over and over.
The feeling of his long, thick digits inside of her, combined with his tongue wrapped around her clit, sicking and flicking it, has her coming in seconds. Tim prolongs it, sucking and nipping gently as he pulls his fingers from her.
Lucy is just beginning to catch her breath when Tim brings his fingers up and sticks them into his mouth, loving the salty-sweet taste of her.
“You’re going to kill me,” she complains, and Tim laughs before flopping on the bed beside her, taking her into his arms and kissing her head, her cheek, and finally, her lips.
“Yeah, but what a way to go,” he remarks, as he buries his head in her hair. “Now hush. Nap, then breakfast.”
“Only if you make me an omelet,” Lucy requests, and Tim chuckles.
“Anything you want.”
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The doorbell rings while Tim is kissing Lucy within an inch of her life.
Kojo barks and runs toward the living room, and Lucy groans, breaking away from Tim reluctantly. She’s on the counter, wearing only his button down shirt and a pair of panties. Tim has already settled himself between her thighs, his hands working their way up under her (his) shirt, and she’s beginning to think that she’d happily let breakfast burn when she’s snapped out of her thoughts.
Tim pulls away from her and glances at the stove clock, frowning.
“Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell before 8am?” he asks, and he’s about to walk to the door and answer it with a great amount of irritation when Lucy hops off the counter, putting a hand on his arm and shaking her head.
“If you’re not going to get back to what you were doing, then at the very least don’t burn our breakfast. I’ll get it; it’s probably a package, or a neighbor.”
Tim swats her ass on the way out of the kitchen, and she briefly considers the fact that she’s at least half naked, but decides she’ll just hide behind the door while she tells whoever it is to go away. It’s their day off, they should be left in peace.
Lucy unlocks Tim’s frankly excessive three locks, pushing Kojo’s inquiring nose out of the way, and opens the door, fully prepared to tell whoever it is to piss off.
She’s confronted by the sight of a very angry Ashley, and groans internally while Kojo barks at the woman.
“Tim,” she calls, because this is not her problem.
Ashley doesn’t say anything while they wait, though her eyes say plenty.
Both women are sizing each other up, and Ashley apparently doesn’t like what she sees. Lucy doesn’t even bother trying to hide; a little part of her is showing off her state of undress, the hickeys on her throat and neck and chest, on purpose. Tim had told her how possessive and unreasonable Ashley had been (although, now that she looks back on it, the woman had probably felt justifiably insecure, since Tim was in love with Lucy), and she doesn’t feel even an ounce of shame.
Tim walks into the living room and Lucy can hear the sigh he lets out before he walks up to the door. He plants his body right behind Lucy’s, his chest pressing into her back, and puts one hand on her hip below the button down she’s wearing. It’s a clearly intimate gesture, and Lucy can see Ashley’s eyes flicker down, something flaring in them when she notices Tim’s fingers splayed out over Lucy’s naked skin.
“Ashley,” he greets, and then sighs. “I have a box of your stuff. Let me go get it.”
Ashley nods curtly, and Lucy tries not to miss the heat of Tim behind her as he goes into the garage to grab the box he’d packed the previous night.
As soon as he’s out of sight, Ashley opens her mouth and tears into Lucy.
Her eyes are wild and her hands are clenched into fists, and Lucy can hold her own, but she really doesn’t want to have to arrest Tim’s ex-girlfriend.
It’ll kill the mood for sure.
“I knew you were after him! You slut ! It’s been less than a day, and you know he was just upset when he broke up with me. He didn’t mean it! You didn’t even give me a chance to talk to him, to calm him down, before you were trying to get into his pants! Fucking bitch! He’s going to come back to me, he just fucked you because you were convenient!”
She takes a swing at Lucy, but Lucy’s expecting it. She ducks, and steps back as Kojo jumps in front of her, growling angrily at Ashley. Lucy grabs his collar, holding tightly to him as he begins to bark and snap.
Ashley ignores the dog, and continues to scream. “He’s mine! Just because he fucked you doesn’t mean he loves you, you know. He’s just upset. He’s my boyfriend, and you’re going to regret trying to take him away from me!”
“He’s not your boyfriend,” Lucy says calmly, taking a step back. “He broke up with you because you both want different things, and he didn’t like you trying to control his life, and his job.”
“I wasn’t trying to control him,” Ashley sneers, and she’s inside of the house now. “I was trying to help him, because you’re a thirsty slut who just wants to fuck their boss. I saw it in you, when you looked at him! You pretend to be his friend, but you really just want in his pants. I could see through it, though, and I tried to warn him. I tried, but he couldn’t see it because you have him fooled.”
Tim returns then, and casts Lucy, his eyes swiveling between her and Kojo, who is still growling menacingly. She shakes her head subtly, and Tim sighs, walking forward and planting himself firmly between the two women.
“Here’s your stuff. Now please leave, Ash, I don’t want this to escalate.”
Ashley takes the box and stares at Tim for a long moment, eyes flashing.
“Why did you do that, Tim? Why did you sleep with her? She’s nothing. She can’t give you what I can. She can’t love you the way I do.”
Tim rubs a hand over his face, already tired. “Ash, please leave. I’ve asked you twice; you’re now officially trespassing. I don’t want to call the cops, but I will.”
Ashley looks like she’s going to give in for a second, and Tim breathes a sigh of relief.
Just as he’s turning to herd Lucy back into the kitchen before seeing Ashley out, however, she throws the box that she’s holding as hard as she can. It strikes Lucy in the face, and Tim sees the blood beginning to pour from her nose right before Ashley is there. She’s all anger and flying fists, but she hasn’t been trained like they have. Kojo loses his mind as Lucy’s hand falls away from her collar to press against her face, and he’s biting at Ashley’s ankles, barking and growling. Tim pushes him to the side desperately — if he bites Ashley, she could try and get him put down, he knows, and between the need to defend Lucy and the desire not to lose his dog, Tim has her pinned in a matter of seconds, her arms behind her back and his knee pressed to her spine.
She’s still screaming and writhing, and Kojo is still barking anxiously, though he’s moved to Lucy’s side now.
Lucy.
Tim looks up, eyes desperately searching for her. He’d lost sight of her during the fight, and while he knows she’s fine, he doesn’t relax until he sees her standing in front of them, a determined look on her face and blood still pouring from her nose.
“He said to get the fuck out,” she says, her voice firm and steady. She reaches a hand up and wipes at the blood trailing sluggishly down her face with Tim’s long-sleeved shirt before gripping Kojo’s collar again. He’s going to have to throw the shirt away, he knows; blood is a bitch to get out of white, but he doesn’t even care. “Now,” Lucy continues, and walks up to them as Tim forces Ashley to her feet. “Are you going to leave, or do we need to call some of our friends?”
“This isn’t over,” Ashley warns, but Lucy knows that she’s not dangerous, just hurting and maybe a little delusional.
“Yes, it is,” Tim counters firmly, and he leads Ashley to the door, his hand still wrapped around her wrists. He deposits her on the doorstep, and then moves to close the door. Before he does, however, he takes the box Lucy is holding out to him and gives it to her. “Do not come within a hundred feet of my house again, or within a hundred feet of me and Lucy. I will file a restraining order if I need to.”
“Tim,” Ashley tries once more, and her eyes are filled with tears.
“Goodbye,” he says firmly, and closes the door. He locks all of the locks, and then turns around, immediately taking Lucy into his arms. Kojo plants himself in front of the door, his snout pressed to the wood, and Tim knows that he won’t let Ashley anywhere near them again.
“Tim —”
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, cutting her off, and herds her into the bathroom. He helps her sit on the counter, and then grabs his medical kit, gently and lovingly cleaning the blood off of her face. She’s going to have a hell of a bruise, he knows, and he feels the anger inside of him flare again. “What did she say to you?”
Lucy shakes her head, wincing as pain runs through her entire face. “It doesn’t matter, Tim.”
“It does to me,” he responds, and tosses the bloody gauze before tilting her head up and making sure the bleeding has stopped. There’s a small cut on her nose from where the edge of the box had caught it, and he gently rubs the swollen skin around it. “Because whatever she told you isn’t true. I love you, Lu. I am in love with you, and last night, it did mean something to me. It meant everything to me.”
He had only heard snippets of the conversation, but he has a general idea of what nonsense Ashley had been spewing.
“I know,” Lucy reassures him, and leans her forehead against his. “I love you, too.”
They stay that way for several moments before Tim pulls back and hands Lucy three Tylenol. She’s going to need them, he thinks; she’s going to have a black eye, sore nose, swelling, and will probably be in pain for the rest of the day at the very least.
“Breakfast?” he asks, and Lucy nods.
“Yes, please. And,” she adds, as she hops off of the counter with Tim’s help. “I think you owe me bacon now, too.”
Tim kisses her lovingly, and then wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her body against his as they walk slowly back toward the kitchen.
“Anything,” he promises, and he means it with his whole heart.