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Tim knocks on Lucy’s door several times, hearing no movement inside. He’d texted her as he was leaving the station, but she hadn’t answered and he figures she must be sleeping. He’s just turning to leave when he hears the deadbolt click.
“Sorry babe,” she croaks out groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eye. A weary smile crosses his face at the sight of her in her skimpy pajamas, hair a mess, and pillow marks on her face. She’s just as beautiful as ever.
Snaking an arm around her waist, he tugs her against him. He swallows her squeak of surprise, slipping his tongue in her mouth as he pushes her back into her apartment. Thankfully, he has the presence of mind to lock the door before practically dragging her to bed like a caveman.
He’s pleasantly surprised to see her new bed finally in place. “You like?” she grins proudly as he admires the sturdy frame.
“Much better,” he turns a devilish smile on her. “How much you wanna bet we can break this one?”
Her head falls back in laughter and he drinks up the sound. “I got enough questions from Nolan and Jackson when they helped me set this one up, so you’re gonna need to behave. Unless you want to be found out by Commander West’s son.”
The corners of Tim’s mouth turn down, “That would not be good for future Tim and Lucy.”
“No,” she giggles and pushes up on her toes to kiss him. “It definitely would not.” Her second kiss is interrupted by his sudden, wide yawn.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, attempting to shake off his exhaustion.
Lucy’s face scrunches in concern. “You didn’t have to come here straight from work, you know.”
He frowns again, pecking her lips. “But I haven’t seen you all week,” he’s whining, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“You just saw me less than ten hours ago.”
He rolls his eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but by the knowing gleam in her eyes, he’s failing miserably. “Fine, I’ll go.”
Dropping his hands, he turns to leave, but she grips him tighter. “No!” She leads him to the bed and pulls back the covers. “Come on, let’s sleep.”
It’s a dangerous game. More so than the one they’ve already been playing. Because they’ve had many sleepovers in the short time they’ve known each other, but they’ve never started with sleep.
The trepidation on her face shows she’s thinking the same thing, but he strips down to his boxer briefs and they climb into bed nonetheless, snuggling close and drifting off quickly. It’s just another future Tim and Lucy problem.
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The sun is shining brightly through the curtains when Lucy wakes a few hours later, and she shifts on her side to watch her bedmate for a few minutes. She likes watching him sleep. His usual scowl is replaced with a serene expression and she could be wrong, but it seems to grow more serene with each sleepover. She always thought it was the orgasms that relaxed him, but maybe it’s her.
At that thought, she rolls over and climbs out of bed, eager to put as much space between them as possible. She cannot fall for her future training officer. And she especially cannot allow herself to believe her future training officer would fall for her.
She dresses quickly in leggings and a sweater, gathers her study materials, and heads for the kitchen table. Before she realizes it, two hours have passed and Tim is stumbling out of her bedroom, still mostly naked and adorably dazed and sleepy.
“Hey,” she smiles up at him. “There’s coffee in the pot.”
Frowning, he sits next to her, pulling her chair until he can gather her in his arms. “I was promised breakfast in bed.” His voice is husky, scratchy from sleep, and it reverberates through her.
“Well someone slept through breakfast.” He’s nuzzling her neck, not kissing it, just breathing her in, and it makes her heart leap. Tamping it down, she slithers out of his embrace and crosses to the fridge. She stares into it, surveying the measly contents. “I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer, but we can order something. Or I can run to the store…”
She trails off as he crosses the kitchen to her. “Is something wrong, Luce?”
“No,” she says too quickly. His only reply is a raised eyebrow and crossed arms. “Nothing’s wrong, Tim, except that I haven’t gone shopping because the Academy is kicking my ass.” She can’t help the annoyance that seeps into her tone; she feels awkward and embarrassed and she’s pissed at herself for letting her feelings roam wild.
“D–do you want me to go?”
The hurt in his voice makes her stomach clench. “No,” she reassures, reaching for him. He steps into her space automatically, his hands on her hips while hers rest on his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m just stressed about exams.”
He leans down, placing gentle kisses along her tattoo. “I could help you study.”
“ You’re gonna help me study?” she asks, disbelieving.
He pulls back, “Lucy, I’m literally your teacher.”
She presses her lips together, narrowing her eyes. “Not yet.”
He rolls his eyes and moves to step away. “If you don’t want my help–”
“No, I do! I just,” she blinks, looking anywhere but at him. “This is the most time we’ve spent together where you haven’t tried to get into my pants.”
Tim cocks his head, a smirk playing at his lips. “Well, now that you mention it,” he sinks to his knees, taking her leggings down with him.
“Tim!” He pulls her panties to the side, lapping at her folds, and she falls backward against the still-open fridge. ‘Oh, fuck .”
He lifts her thigh over his shoulder and flattens his tongue over her clit. One of her hands shoots out to grip the refrigerator door for stability while the other holds his head in place. She moans, breathless, as he slides a finger in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she cries, rocking against his face. She can feel him grinning as he inserts a second finger; she wants to slap him for being so smug, but fuck he’s good at this. She calls his name out again when he hits that spot with his fingers, sucking her clit between his teeth. She’s right there , her orgasm about to crest when he pulls back.
“What’s a two-three-seven?”
Lucy blinks in confusion, “What?”
“California Penal Code two-three-seven, Cadet Chen,” he barks. If this is how he talks to his rookies, she won’t survive the year with him.
“Um.”
There’s too much fog, and it’s not clearing fast enough. He withdraws his fingers, dropping her leg and standing up. He’s staring at her, a deadly scowl on his face and eyes burning into her. “You freeze up like that on shift and you’ll get one of us killed. There’s no time for second-guessing.”
He walks toward her bedroom, leaving her gaping, wondering what the fuck just happened. It’s not until he reaches the door that he looks back, and she sees a playful twinkle in his eyes.
“Are we gonna finish studying, or what?”
Lucy scoffs. This man is going to be the death of her, she thinks as she scurries after him.