Chapter Text
It’s the light that wakes her first. Pale fingers of sunlight creep in through the blinds, drawing a lazy path across the room, catching the tangled sheets and their shared breaths. Lucy blinks, her eyes fluttering open against the dim glow of the morning. For a second, she’s lost in the warmth of the bed, the unfamiliar heat at her back that she instinctively presses into before her mind catches up.
Tim.
Last night—God, last night—was real.
The weight of his arm is still draped over her waist, solid and comforting, grounding her in the present moment. She’s never felt so awake, so aware of every inch of her body, of him, even as her mind feels like it’s scrambling to catch up with the reality of what happened. They slept together. Tim Bradford and her, after all that time of careful boundaries, of looks that lingered too long and silences that stretched too far—those walls shattered in one night.
Her fingers instinctively brush over the spot where his hand rests on her waist. She doesn’t move, doesn’t want to disturb the moment yet. Because this moment—waking up next to him, feeling his breath on her neck, his naked body pressed against her own—is something she’s been imagining for months, even before they officially started dating.
Lucy bites her lip, her hand slowly sneaking out from under the covers. She hesitates before glancing over her shoulder, letting herself take in the sight of him. Tim is still asleep, lying on his stomach, his face soft in a way she’s seeing more and more. Without the usual lines of tension carved into his brow, without that steady, focused look of determination he always carries, he looks… peaceful. He’s so close, close enough that she can see the faint stubble across his jaw, the way his lashes rest against his cheeks.
And God, her chest aches at the sight of him.
Her mind flashes back to last night. The way he had looked at her, a mix of intensity and hesitation, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to want her the way she knew she wanted him. But then his hands were on her, strong and certain, his mouth capturing hers with a hunger that left her breathless.
She shifts slightly, and his arm tightens around her waist, pulling her a little closer in his sleep. Her heart skips at the unconscious gesture. It’s so simple, so intimate, that for a moment she forgets to breathe.
But then, she feels him stir again, his breath warm against her neck, and her swirling thoughts takes a backseat.
Tim shifts, his fingers flexing against her skin before he lets out a soft groan.
“Lucy…” His voice is thick with sleep, rough and low in a way that sends a shiver down her spine.
She closes her eyes, her heart pounding. “Morning.”
There’s a pause, and she can practically feel the moment stretch as he shifts behind her. He props himself up on one elbow, the bed shifting slightly beneath him, and she knows he’s watching her now. His eyes are on her, waiting.
“Hey,” he says, his voice a little clearer now, but still soft.
She turns slightly, just enough to see him from the corner of her eye. His face is relaxed, but his expression is careful, like he’s testing the waters. His hair is a mess, his stubble a little more noticeable, and there’s something almost boyish in the way he’s looking at her.
She smiles, unable to help it. “Hey.”
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his thumb brushing a slow, lazy circle on her hip where his hand still rests.
She resists the urge to roll her eyes. There’s that concern of his again, that careful way he’s always checking in on her. She loves it, but she can’t resist teasing him a little.
“Why are you asking?” she says, rolling onto her back and glancing up at him with a playful glint in her eye. “You think you’re that good?”
Tim blinks, his lips twitching in response. “Oh, so we’re starting the morning like this, huh?”
She grins up at him, her hand resting against his forearm as she props herself up slightly. “There’s that ego of yours again.”
He raises an eyebrow, leaning down until his face is only inches from hers, a slow smirk creeping across his lips. “Really, we’re back to this? If I remember correctly, you didn’t have any complaints last night.”
“Maybe I was just being polite.”
“You don’t do polite, Chen. At least not with me.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but the glint in his eyes stops her. He’s not wrong, she loves pushing his buttons.
“Okay, fine. Maybe I don’t,” she concedes, though her tone is still teasing. “But still, are you afraid I couldn’t keep up?”
Tim snorts, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “Oh, I know you can keep up. I’m just making sure I didn’t break you. After all, you were the one making all those—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” she cuts him off, her hand flying up to cover his mouth, her eyes wide with mock horror.
But she’s smiling, and so is he, even behind her hand. He’s not letting her off that easily. Tim pulls her hand away, his grip gentle but firm, and presses a kiss to her palm before giving her a look that’s pure mischief.
“I was going to say ‘compliments,’” he says, deadpan.
She rolls her eyes, but her heart is pounding. “Yeah, sure you were. You’re lucky I like you.”
“Like me?” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk returning as he leans in even closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “Seems like you more than like me, Chen.”
The way he says her name sends a thrill down her spine, but she keeps her voice steady. “Maybe,” she teases, turning her head just enough so their faces are inches apart again. “But don’t let it go to your head.”
He chuckles again, his breath warm against her skin. “Too late.”
Tim dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, and then to her neck, before finally settling back into his spot beside her, his arm slipping back around her waist. “You like it.”
She sighs, shaking her head, but her smile lingers. “Yeah, I do.”
Without breaking eye contact, she shifts slightly under the covers, lifting her hips just enough so that her stomach presses against his. The movement is subtle, but the reaction is immediate. She feels him tense against her, his breath hitching for just a moment. It’s enough to send a rush of satisfaction through her, her confidence building with every second that passes.
Gotcha.
“What are you doing?” His voice is low, a little rough, but there’s no mistaking the way his eyes darken, the way his fingers twitch where they rest against her waist.
“What do you mean?” she teases, her hips shifting again, her stomach brushing against his in a slow, deliberate movement. “I’m just… getting comfortable.”
He narrows his eyes at her, but the corner of his mouth twitches upward. “Are you now?”
“Mhm.” She grins, her hand sliding up his arm, her fingers tracing the line of his bicep before resting on his chest. “What? You don’t like it?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing, Lucy.”
She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head as she leans in just a little closer, her breath brushing against his neck. “I don't know,” she whispers, her voice light and teasing. “But I think you like it.”
To emphasize her point, she lets her stomach press more deliberately against him. His erection is unmistakable now, and the warmth that blooms low in her belly is impossible to ignore.
For a moment, he’s silent, but the tension in his body speaks louder than words. His fingers, which had been resting so innocently on her waist, now tighten their grip, his thumb brushing a slow, deliberate circle against her skin.
Tim’s eyes darken, and he leans in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss that makes her melt into him. There’s no rush, no urgency, just the quiet warmth of him, and she sighs into the kiss, her hand slipping into his hair as she holds him close.
When they finally pull back, their foreheads resting together, his smirk returns, though his eyes are blown wide. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Chen.”
Lucy laughs, the sound light and breathless. “Oh, I know. I’m glad you’re taking the hint.”
He narrows his eyes at her, pretending to be offended. “I thought we established that I’m very good at what I do.”
She grins, biting her bottom lip as she leans in to kiss him again, her lips brushing softly against his. “You’re alright,” she teases. “But maybe we should… practice a little more. Just to make sure.”
“Practice, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “I think that can be arranged.”
Before she can respond, he’s on her, his mouth claiming hers with a fierce, heated kiss that steals the breath from her lungs. There’s no hesitation now, no careful boundaries to navigate. His hand slides up her body, fingers grazing her skin as he pulls her closer, his body pressing harder against hers, and Lucy can feel every inch of him, the heat radiating from him in waves.
She presses into his touch, feeling the heat of him everywhere, the way his body molds against hers. But then, without warning, his grip tightens.
He shifts, rolling her smoothly beneath him, so her knees meet the mattress and her hips rise.
Lucy gasps, her cheek pressing into the sheets as he positions her, the change sudden but not unwelcome.
Not at all.
Her breath quickens as she feels the cool air against her skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from him. He’s deliberate, controlled, as his hands settle on her waist, strong fingers gripping her in a way that sends a thrill of anticipation through her.
“Tim…” Her voice comes out breathless, a little ragged, but there’s no mistaking the desire laced in her tone.
He leans down, his chest brushing lightly against her back as his lips find the curve of her neck. His voice is low, rough in her ear. “You think you can tease me and get away with it?” His fingers press harder against her waist, steadying her as his lips trail down her spine.
Lucy bites her lip, her breath catching as his hands slide lower, exploring. “I wasn’t trying to get away with it,” she manages, her voice soft but teasing. “I just thought… you might need a little motivation.”
“You think this is how you motivate me?” His tone is playful, but there’s an edge beneath it, something dark and thrilling that makes her pulse race.
She shifts beneath him, her hips pressing back instinctively, and the way his body reacts—his cock twitching against her ass—sends a rush of heat through her. The way he’s holding her now, the way his hands grip her hips firmly, tells her that any pretense of restraint is long gone.
“I think it’s working,” she breathes.
“You really want to push your luck this morning, don’t you?”
His hands press further into her skin, pulling her hips up so that she’s fully on her knees now, her body bent beneath him, ass high in the air. The new position sends a jolt of electricity through her, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels the weight of his gaze on her, the heat of him radiating so close.
And then she feels him, his fingers brushing over her skin, slow and deliberate. He takes his time, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him as he explores every inch of her, until she’s trembling, her body on fire with need.
“Tim…” Her voice is barely more than a whisper now, breathless and needy, and she presses back against him, her body craving more.
He chuckles softly, his hand sliding up her spine, his touch light but possessive. “Now who’s begging?”
She opens her mouth to reply, but the words die on her lips as his hand slips lower, his fingers slipping between her legs, gliding over her slick folds with a slow, deliberate touch that makes her moan. The heat between them is almost unbearable, the tension winding tighter with every passing second.
“You like this,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against her skin as his hands roam over her body. “Don’t you, Lucy?”
Words are almost impossible at this point. Dear lord, she does like it—more than she’d ever admit aloud. Every inch of her is alive with sensation, every nerve humming with the tension he’s building between them.
“Hmm…” she manages, her voice trembling slightly, her body responding to his every touch.
But Tim isn’t satisfied with that. He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear, and his voice is rough, filled with dark amusement. “Don’t lie to me.”
And she can’t. Not with him this close, not with the way his hands are moving over her, teasing her, drawing her deeper into the heat of the moment.
“I like it,” she admits, her voice soft but sure, her body arching back against him. “I like it a lot.”
Her body is betraying her, arching into him, silently pleading for more. But Tim—damn him—keeps taking his time.
It's torturous, the way he's teasing her, his fingers brushing maddeningly close to her clit before retreating again. The game he’s playing is driving her mad, and she knows he’s enjoying every second of it.
She tries to move again, to press herself against his hand, but he holds her firmly in place, a soft laugh escaping him. “You’re not making this easy for yourself.”
“Tim, I swear to god—”
Her threat dies in her throat as his fingers finally brush over her clit, just the lightest of touches, but enough to send a shock of pleasure racing through her.
Her entire body tenses, her breath catching as her face presses into the mattress, muffling a soft moan. She’s teetering on the edge, her body so tightly wound already that every slight movement feels electric. His fingers move with agonizing precision, slow and unrelenting, stroking her with a maddening gentleness that has her gasping for breath.
"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. His fingers dip lower, circling her entrance before sliding back up to brush over her clit.
She can’t even form a response. She can only nod, words failing her as his fingers continue their sweet torment.
Tim’s hand moves again, sliding lower, as he shifts behind her. The bed dips slightly beneath his weight, and then—finally—he drags his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal.
The sensation is enough to pull a whimper from her lips, muffled by the sheets, her entire body shuddering at the feel of him. He’s teasing her again, taking his time, letting the head of his cock slip through her wetness, the friction deliciously slow and deliberate.
"Tim, please..." The words slip out before she can stop them, breathless and needy, and he presses closer, his free hand gripping her hip a little tighter.
"Please what?” He drags his cock through her folds one more time, letting it catch just at her entrance before pulling back again, his control unwavering.
“I…” Her voice is shaky, barely more than a whisper, as her fingers clutch the sheets beneath her, her body arching up into him, desperate for more. “I want you to fuck me.”
The moment the words leave her mouth, Tim’s restraint snaps.
Without warning, he slams into her, burying himself deep inside her in one swift, powerful thrust. She cries out, the sudden intensity making her gasp as her entire body jolts forward, her fingers curling into the mattress as pleasure rips through her. He fills her completely, the force of him overwhelming, and all she can do is moan, her body shuddering at the sensation of him finally—finally—taking her.
“Fuck,” he growls, his voice thick with lust as he grips her hips harder, pulling her back against him as he thrusts into her again, harder this time. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the room, the heat between them burning hotter with every rough, powerful stroke.
Lucy is lost in it now, her body rocking beneath him, her mind spinning with the intensity of it all. She presses her face into the mattress again, her breath coming in ragged moans as he fucks her with a relentless, consuming force.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is rough, dark, as he pounds into her, his grip firm, his pace merciless. “Tell me, Lucy. Tell me you needed this.”
Her response is barely coherent, a string of moans and gasps as she nods, her body trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. “Yes… yes, Tim… I needed it…” Her voice is breathless, her words barely audible between the sounds of their bodies moving together. She's completely at his mercy, her body pliant and responsive beneath him as he continue to take her.
"You feel so fucking good," he grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. His fingers dig into her hips as he pulls her back to meet each demanding thrust, burying himself as deep as possible inside her welcoming heat.
Her hands press into the mattress as she rocks back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, chasing the building pressure low in her belly. She's so close, teetering right on the edge, and she knows he can feel it too—the way her body is tensing, the way her inner walls are starting to flutter around him.
"Don't stop," she gasps out, her voice high and breathy. "Please, Tim...I'm so close..."
He curses under his breath, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before he redoubles his efforts. One hand slides around to press against her lower belly, holding her in place as he pounds into her. The other one slips between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tight, deliberate circles.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice low and rough, his fingers moving faster against her clit. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
His words are her undoing. The pleasure crests and breaks inside her, a tidal wave of sensation that rips through her body with blinding intensity. Her inner walls clench and flutter around his cock, her hips bucking wildly as the pleasure consumes her, radiating out from her core to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
"Fuck, Lucy..." His groan is strained, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. His fingers continue to work her clit, drawing out her pleasure, even as his own body tenses.
She can barely breathe, barely think, as the aftershocks course through her. Her body feels boneless, pliant, completely surrendered to him as he continues to move inside her. Each thrust sends another jolt of pleasure through her oversensitive nerves, making her whimper and gasp.
"Come for me, Tim," she manages to breathe out, her voice hoarse and shaky. "I want to feel you..."
That's all it takes. With a final press of his hips, he buries himself inside her, his body shuddering as he finds his release. The warmth of him floods her, and her body responds, her walls tightening around him, milking him for every last drop.
Tim shudders above her, a broken moan falling from his lips as her body grips him tightly. His hands roam over her skin, his touch reverent and gentle now, a stark contrast to the rough, demanding grip of moments before. He presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along her spine, his breath hot and damp against her sweat-slicked skin.
Slowly, he pulls out of her, his cock sliding free with a slickness that makes them both groan. The warmth of his cum immediately begins to spill from her, and she groans softly at the sensation, her body still sensitive, still humming from everything they’ve just shared.
He doesn’t let her move far. His hands find her hips again, firm but gentle, guiding her to lay flat on the bed. He presses her hips down, making sure she’s settled comfortably against the mattress. The cool sheets feel different now, her body spent, and she shudders as she feels the stickiness between her legs.
“Tim…” she murmurs, her voice soft, almost a little playful as she turns her head slightly, her cheek pressed into the pillow. “I’m going to get the bed dirty.”
A soft chuckle escapes him, his hands still resting on her hips as he leans over her, his lips brushing the back of her neck. “Too late for that,” he says, his voice full of amusement. “We’ve already made a mess.”
A blush rises to her cheeks, but before she can respond, she gasps softly as his hand moves between her thighs. She’s still trembling, still so sensitive, and she jumps as his fingers gather the cum that’s spilling from her.
He moves slowly, almost deliberately, as if savoring the moment, and then—just as she’s about to ask what he’s doing—he drags his fingers up, smearing the slick warmth over her ass. The touch is both teasing and possessive, and she can’t help the quiet moan that escapes her lips, her body responding immediately, despite how spent she already is.
“There we go.” His voice full of dark satisfaction as he finishes, his fingers trailing lightly over her skin. “Now, it’s a proper mess.”
“Tim…”
"Relax," he says softly, his voice a soothing rumble that seems to resonate through her. "Let me take care of you."
And oh, how she wants to. Her eyes flutter closed as his hands work their way up her back, his fingers kneading into her muscles with a skill that she didn’t even know he possessed.
His fingers splay out over her skin, kneading her with just the right amount of pressure, and she can’t help the soft moan that escapes her lips as she melts beneath his fingers.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and teasing as his hands continue their slow, steady rhythm, working their way up her back.
“Mmm,” she hums, her body completely relaxed under his touch. “You might be too good at this. I’ll never get out of bed if you keep that up.”
Tim laughs, his hands moving higher, his fingers pressing firmly into the knots just beneath her shoulder blades. “Maybe that’s my plan,” he murmurs, his voice dipping into something darker, more playful. “Keep you here all day, pinned under me.”
Lucy smiles, turning her head slightly into the pillow. “That doesn’t sound like much of a threat, Bradford.”
His thumbs press into a particularly tight spot, and she groans softly, the tension easing under his hands. “No?” he replies, amusement lacing his tone as his fingers trail up to her shoulders, working the muscles there in slow, circular motions. “I can think of worse ways to spend the day.”
She bites her lip, her breath hitching as his hands move to her neck, his fingers finding the tension there and coaxing it away with firm, slow strokes.
“You’re dangerous,” she mutters, her voice soft, teasing.
Tim’s hands pause for a moment, his thumbs pressing lightly against the base of her skull as he leans down, his breath warm against her ear. “Only with you,” he whispers, his lips brushing just barely against her skin before he pulls back, resuming his slow, methodical massage.
His hands glide back down her spine, his fingers tracing her sides, lingering over the curves of her waist as he kneads her with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the intensity of what he just did to her body.
“You know,” she says, her voice light, almost sleepy, “if this whole cop thing doesn’t work out, you’ve got a backup career in massage therapy.”
He laughs again, his hands moving back to her hips, fingers pressing into the small dimples just above the curve of her ass. “Yeah?” he asks, his tone amused. “You think I could make a living out of this?”
She lets out a soft laugh, her eyes still closed. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who’d pay for a pair of hands like yours.”
His fingers slide down, brushing the top of her thighs, teasingly close to where he knows she’s still sensitive. “Plenty of people, huh?” he murmurs, his voice dropping a little lower, that teasing edge returning. “Are you volunteering to be my first client?”
She turns her head slightly, giving him a sly smile. “Only if I get a discount.”
He leans down again, his hands still working their magic as he presses a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “I think we could work something out,” he whispers, his breath warm against her skin. “But I’m not sure you could afford me.”
Lucy laughs, the sound soft and lazy, her body completely relaxed under his hands. “Cocky.”
His hands move down her legs, fingers digging gently into the tight muscles of her thighs, massaging her with deliberate, slow strokes. “Confident,” he corrects, his tone light as he works his way down to her calves.
She sighs again, completely at ease, her body pliant and warm beneath his touch. “Mmm I love this. This feels amazing.”
His fingers wrap around ankle, and he presses a soft, lingering kiss there, his lips warm against her skin. The gesture is tender, intimate, and she feels a flutter in her chest, a warmth that has nothing to do with the heat of their bodies.
“I love you,” he whispers against her ankle, his voice so soft she almost doesn’t hear it, the words slipping out as naturally as a breath. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, just simple, quiet truth.
He what?
Her breath catches in her throat, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest as she processes his words. She lifts her head slightly, turning to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Tim?”
He pauses, his eyes meeting hers as he straightens slightly, his expression curious. “What?”
She shifts on the bed, turning over onto her side so she can see him more clearly, her eyes searching his face. “Did you just say you love me for the first time,” she asks, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief, “while you were kissing my foot?”
He blinks, clearly taken aback by her question. A slow, sheepish smile spreads across his lips then, and he lets out a quiet laugh. “I guess I did,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck as he leans back on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. “Is that bad?”
Lucy doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she shifts beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist with surprising speed. In one smooth motion, she flips them both over, using the momentum to settle herself on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips as she sits up, the playful smirk returning to her lips.
Tim looks up at her, slightly breathless from the sudden movement, his hands instinctively finding her hips, but his expression is one of pure admiration, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of her above him.
She leans down slowly, her body pressing into his as her lips hover just above his. She takes her time, letting the tension build between them, their breaths mingling in the small space between their mouths before she finally closes the gap and kisses him—soft, slow, but filled with everything she feels, everything she can’t quite put into words.
He responds immediately, his hands tightening on her hips, pulling her closer as he kisses her back, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that matches her own. The kiss deepens for a moment, both of them lost in the heat of it, before she pulls back just enough to whisper against his lips, her breath warm and teasing.
“Say it again.”
Tim’s eyes flicker with surprise, and then something darker, something more vulnerable, as he looks up at her, his hands still holding her hips, his grip firm. “I love you.”
Hearing him say those words, his voice filled with such certainty, such sincerity, makes her heart swell in her chest. His emotions trickle down the bond, warm and sure, like a slow trickle of sunlight that seeps into her soul, filling every corner of her being with a sense of unfiltered joy.
The intensity of it catches her off guard, but it’s exactly what she’s always wanted. It’s more than she ever imagined, and in this moment, she knows there’s no going back now—nor does she want to.
"I love you too, Tim Bradford," she whispers back, her voice soft but sure, her eyes shining with emotion. "I love you so much."
The smile that spreads across his face is brilliant, bright and unguarded in a way she loves. It takes her breath away, the way his whole face seems to light up, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, the way his entire being seems to radiate happiness.
She places her hands on either side of his head, her fingers threading lightly through his hair as she leans down, her eyes never leaving his.
The weight of her love for him is almost overwhelming, but it feels right—natural—as though they’ve both been moving toward this moment for longer than either of them realized. She captures his lips with hers, the kiss starting slow but quickly deepening, her body pressing down into his as the bond between them flares, stronger than ever.
As her hips settle more firmly on top of him, she begins to move, a slow, teasing grind that sends a jolt of heat straight to her core.
Tim’s hands slide up her sides, gripping her waist as she grinds against him, his body responding to hers immediately. She feels him hardening beneath her, the unmistakable press of his cock straining against her belly, and it only makes the heat between them burn hotter.
Lucy breaks the kiss, her lips lingering for just a moment longer before she pulls back, sitting up slightly to look down at him. Her hands rest on his chest, fingers splayed as she takes in the sight of him beneath her—his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts, his eyes dark with desire. His hands remain on her hips, his grip steady but not too tight, as though he’s holding back, waiting for her lead.
She rolls her hips again, watching his face as she does, reveling in the way his jaw clenches, the way his breath hitches in his throat. His cock is fully hard now, pressing insistently against her, and she can feel the way her body responds, her inner walls clenching with anticipation.
“You’ve already fucked me…” she whispers, her voice, eyes never leaving his as she speaks.
Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair as she presses against him, her breasts brushing his skin. She nips at his lower lip, her tongue soothing the sting before she pulls back just enough to whisper against his mouth.
“But now I want you to make love to me.”
Lucy presses her hands gently against his chest, her touch firm but full of intent, signaling him to lay back. He responds immediately, his body shifting beneath hers as she takes control, his eyes never leaving hers as he settles back against the bed.
The look in his eyes is soft, filled with admiration, desire, and something deeper that makes her heart pound in her chest - love.
Her hands stay planted on his chest as she rises up slightly, her body hovering over him for just a moment, savoring the feeling of anticipation that thrums between them.
And then, slowly, she sinks down onto him, her breath catching as he fills her completely. She can feel the tension in his body, the way he's holding himself back, letting her set the pace.
When she's fully seated on him, her hips flush against his, she pauses, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savors the feeling. He fills her completely, perfectly, like he was made for her. The bond between them hums with energy, with the depth of their connection, and it takes her breath away.
“Show me how much you love me.”
He’s holding her tightly now, like he’s afraid to let go, and she can feel it—the overwhelming intensity of his love, the way it wraps around her, grounding her in the moment.
The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of them, wrapped in each other's warmth, a bond that feels unbreakable.
And as the moment stretches, Lucy knows that this—this—is where she belongs.
With Tim.
Always.