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“Yeah, that’s good,” she said, breaking the silence. Her voice cracked slightly. She winced, then smiled awkwardly. “Good.”
“This is...” he hesitated, gesturing vaguely between them, “Um... sure.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head as she let out a nervous laugh. Her heart was pounding, and she wasn’t even sure why. It was just a kiss, a fake one at that.
For the job.
Totally Professional.
But it was Tim.
“We’re professionals,” he said, his tone clipped. “Let’s just get this done with.”
“Whoa! Well, that’s romantic,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I’m not trying to be romantic,” Tim countered, his jaw tightening. He was already regretting this. Kissing Lucy wasn’t supposed to be this complicated, and yet here they were.
“Well, you’re succeeding,” Lucy muttered, more to herself than to him. Her cheeks flushed, and she immediately backtracked.
Get your head in the game, it’s just a kiss.
But it was TIM.
“Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.” She held up her hands in surrender, shaking her head as if she could shake off the nerves. “Okay, okay. Okay. Yeah. Hold on. Just…Yes. Good.”
“Take your time,” he said dryly, though there was a flicker of something softer in his voice. She was clearly nervous, and despite himself, he wanted to make this easier for her. But his patience was wearing thin at her antics.
For the job.
Totally professional.
But it was Lucy.
“Yep. I’m go….I’m…Mm-hmm. Yep. I…..Yes, I’m ready.” Lucy nodded, inhaling sharply. Tim gave her a long look and this time she was serious. No awkward giggle, no nothing. His eyes catch hers and there forms a knot in his stomach and there’s a flutter and he is so confused.
Get your head in the game, it’s just a kiss.
But it was LUCY.
“Okay.” He stepped closer, his movements purposeful but not rushed. Before Lucy could second-guess herself again, he leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her lips. It was brief, clinical, and completely underwhelming, yet it made her lips tingle a little. Tim pulled back and raised his arms, Lucy blinking, her lips still pursed. She tilted her head slightly, clearly unimpressed.
“Okay….I’m…..I’m sorry. Is that it?” Tim’s brows shot up. He crossed his arms, suddenly defensive.
“You know what? If….If you’re gonna criticize me…..”
Before he could finish, Lucy wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in. Her lips pressed firmly against his, and Tim froze, his brain short-circuiting. But she didn’t stop. Her fingers fisted in his shirt as she moved against him and within seconds, something inside him snapped.
He leaned in, his hands finding her waist as he kissed her back, the hesitation from before melting away. The kiss deepened, growing hotter, and more intense, and the dam broke. Every buried feeling they’d carefully kept at bay surged to the surface, unstoppable and overwhelming.
Tim’s hand slid up to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek as their lips moved together in perfect sync. Lucy’s hands slid onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t bear even an inch of space between them. The kiss turned desperate and hungry, and neither of them wanted to stop, Lucy flicking out her tongue to brush over his lips.
Tim mimics the move and their tongues meet, sending a rush of heat through them that makes them moan. The intensity of the moment overtook them. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss even further, licking into her mouth like she was his lifeline. Every brush, every tongue ignited a wildfire that spread through them, making the air around the cackle.
Lucy responded by lightly scraping her nails against the nape of his neck, drawing a low sound from him that made her knees weak. Heat pooled between her thighs as their movements became more frantic, as though they were trying to make up for lost time, for all the moments they’d ignored what simmered beneath the surface.
The world outside the room disappeared. All that mattered was the way their bodies seemed to align, the way her soft sighs melded with his deeper breaths and the electric connection between them that was impossible to deny. Tim’s lips trailed briefly along the corner of her mouth before finding hers again, the sheer hunger in his kiss making Lucy’s heart race even faster.
When Lucy finally pulled back, gasping for air, her chest heaving, her eyes met his, wide and searching. But before she could say anything, Tim dove back in, capturing her lips again with a ferocity that took them both by surprise. This time, there was no hesitation, no restraint. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her against him as if letting her go was no longer an option.
The kiss was raw, filled with years of unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings, and it consumed them both. Lucy clung to him, her mind spinning as she poured everything she had into the moment. They kissed until their lungs burned and until they were both slightly dizzy and breathless.
Finally, they pulled apart again, foreheads resting against each other as they fought to steady themselves. Tim’s hands stayed firmly on her waist, his thumbs drawing slow circles against her sides. Lucy’s fingers were still curled into his hair, holding him close as their breaths evened out.
“Wow,” he murmured, and Lucy pulled away enough to look into his eyes. She expected him to freak out, but instead, all she saw was desire. His eyes were staring into hers and before she knew it her mouth was on his again, their lips firmly locked.
“Lucy please,” he gasps as she lets her lips drag over his jaw and down his throat, kissing the exposed skin there as her hands roamed his body. She wanted to feel him, needed him, screw everything else.
“Please what?” She asks as she pulls away to look at his face. There are a million things he should say, and a million things he should do, but there is only one thing on his mind.
Lucy.
For months he had ignored all the ways she made him feel. The way her laugh always managed to crack through his toughest moods, or how her determination inspired him to be better, both on and off the job. The way her presence filled the room, making it brighter, lighter, and undeniably warmer.
He’d convinced himself that keeping things professional was the right thing to do. Those lines shouldn’t be crossed, and feelings like this didn’t belong in their world. But now, with her so close, her scent lingering in the air, and the taste of her still on his lips, he couldn’t remember a single good reason why he’d deny himself all that.
Tim stared into her eyes, her gaze still locked on his, and he knew there was no turning back. Something had irrevocably changed between them, and the line they’d both danced around for so long had disappeared entirely.
"Lucy," he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion, but the rest of his words faltered.
What could he say? That he’d been falling for her all along? That he couldn’t stand the thought of pretending anymore?
Lucy’s lips parted slightly, as though she was about to speak, but then she just smiled. A small, soft, knowing smile that made his chest tighten. She reached up, her fingers brushing lightly against his jaw, grounding him in a way that only she ever could.
“It’s undercover, right?” she whispered, her voice barely audible but steady. Tim nodded, the weight of everything unsaid conveyed in that single motion. They were in this together, whatever this was, whatever it would become. And for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough.
“Yes,” he whispers and that’s when Lucy pushes at him, Tim stumbling backward and sitting on the couch. He stares up at Lucy as she grabs the hem of her sweater and strips herself, dropping it next to the couch, leaving her only in a white bra, tights, and skirt. His eyes widen and when she moves to straddle him, hands fisting his shirt as she leans in to kiss him again.
The kiss is needy and messy, tongues and teeth and Tim groans when her hands push at his overshirt, tongue licking over the roof of his mouth, hips grinding down. He can feel his cock twitch and Lucy moans in appreciation when she feels his bulge press into her, the sound driving him crazy.
“We shouldn’t,” he manages to rasp, but Lucy ignores him, kissing his cheek and neck, dragging her tongue over his jaw before she reaches his ear.
“Yes, we should,” she husks lowly and draws his earlobe into her mouth, sucking and nipping it. Every rational thought left Tim’s brain, and his hips surge up, pressing himself between her legs. Lucy claws at his undershirt and Tim pushes her away enough to strip himself off the offending garment, leaving him shirtless. Lucy immediately runs her hands over his chest, her fingers playing with his nipples before slipping lower to run her nails over his pecks.
His muscles ripple and she moans at the sight, of Tim’s hand sliding behind her to unclasp her bra. His eyes search for hers and Lucy blushes a little when the straps slide down her arms, so she grabs it and throws it away. Tim gasps as her breasts spill out of the lace and he immediately surges forward to capture a nipple in his mouth.
Lucy hisses and moans at the contact, throwing her head back as he suckles obscenely while he cups her other breast. He alternates between both, tongue teasing her nipples and it seemed he couldn’t get enough.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans, and Lucy pulls his back to press her mouth back to his, hungrily kissing him as he kneaded her tits. Waves of arousal roll through her and she sighs into the kiss, her need for him becoming greater.
"There’s something I have been fantasizing about,” she husked as her eyes sparkled with determination, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. Tim's breath caught in his throat.
"And what is that?" He groans, his voice hoarse with desire.
Lucy's hands trailed down his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, relishing the feel of his warm skin beneath her touch, continuing her exploration, her hands moving lower, unbuttoning his jeans with deft fingers.
Tim watched as she slid down to the floor, kneeling next to the couch as she tugged at his jeans and boxers, Tim lifting his hips to help her. His half-hard cock springs free and Lucy gasps when he sits back down, crawling between his spread legs to get comfortable.
“Whenever I got myself off I imagined what it would be like to suck you off in the shop,” she husks as she took her time running her fingers along his shaft, teasing him with light strokes, her touch both gentle and purposeful. She leaned down, her breath hot against his skin, and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Tim.
Tim's hands fisted in the fabric of the couch, his body tense with pleasure. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined this. Imagined how her lips would look stretched around his hard cock, the lewd noises she’d make when he fucks her mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans and Lucy hums around him, her tongue licking along his sensitive shaft. He’s hardening under ministrations and soon he reaches full mast, Lucy’s lips firmly wrapped around him as she sucked him.
Precum leaks from him and she moves up to lick his head, her tip teasing his slit as more spills out. She swallows eagerly and uses her hands to jerk the base of him, rolling her hands to maximize the pleasure. Having Tim in her mouth, under her mercy, did things to Lucy and she sped open her mouth wide to swallow him, one hand still on his base as the other slipped into her own pants.
“That’s my job,” he says and reaches for her arm. Lucy giggles around his cock as he pulls her arm out, her throat opening as she takes him even deeper. Tim groaned loudly as his tip brushed the back of her throat, her muscles contracting around him as she hummed.
“If you keep this up, this is over before it even started,” he hisses and Lucy moves up to let him go with a wet pop, her fist firmly closed around him as she moves up and down.
“We don’t want that,” she teases with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. He bends down to kiss her roughly, pulling her up into a standing position. He hooks his fingers into her remaining clothes, pushing them down to expose her naked body to him. He gasps at the sight of her belly, hips, pussy, and thick thighs coming into his view and Tim’s mouth waters when he sees her swollen clit peek through her lips. She was a goddess, and he couldn’t wait to make her scream.
He surges forward and buries his face in her stomach, tongue darting out to dip into her belly button, dragging the wet muscles down to the apex of her thighs. His tip makes contact with the little triangle of black curls and Lucy moans when he slips lower and laps at her clit, tongue wedging between her lips to seek the little nub.
She moves one foot on the couch to give Tim more roam, moaning loudly when his entire mouth covers her pussy, tongue running up and down from her opening to her clit. Tim enjoyed the taste of her, licking up the slick that was already dripping out and Lucy grew impatient. She was aching to feel him between her legs, so she grabbed his air and pulled him away from her.
“I need you inside me,” she mewls and climbs back on his lap, crapping his hard cock between her thighs, running her soaked pussy over his length. The feeling is amazing and Lucy smiles when she reaches between them, taking his cock in her hand to tease her pussy with it.
“Go slow, you’re quite big,” she murmurs and positions him at her entrance. Tim watches as she slowly sinks down on him, his cock disappearing into her body. His hands clutch her hips, and it takes everything in him not to throw her on the ground and fuck her senseless.
“You’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” he grunts as he bottoms out, her muscles clenching hard around him. Lucy mewls at that and steadies herself on his shoulders, dragging her body up and letting it fall back down. Tim fit perfectly between her legs, and she quickly grew addicted to the feel of him against her.
"You feel so good inside me," she whispered, her voice breathless. Tim's hands gripped her hips even harder, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
With that, Lucy rocked her hips back and forth, setting a slow, sensual rhythm. She was in complete control, dictating the pace and depth and Tim’s eyes never left her face, watching her expressions as she rode him.
She started with gentle, shallow thrusts, her body moving in a graceful dance, her breasts swaying with each movement. Tim's hands caressed her thighs as she sped up a little, her movements becoming more urgent. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she claimed her pleasure, his cock filling her to the brim. She could feel him everywhere and it drove Lucy wild.
"Oh, fuck, Lucy," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're amazing.”
Lucy's eyes met his, and she smiled, a wicked gleam in her gaze. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest for support, and began to ride him harder, her thighs slapping against his with each downward thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lucy chanted, her voice hoarse with need.
Lucy's movements became wilder, her body glistening with sweat as she rode him with abandon. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her inhibitions forgotten as she focused on the sensations coursing through her. Tim's cock rubbed against all the right spots, sending waves of ecstasy through her body.
"I'm close," she panted, her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, Tim, I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, Lucy,” he moans and slides a hand to her front, his fingers finding her clit as she impales herself on his cock. There’s a high-pitched moan and her hips buck wildly, her body trembling as her orgasm rushes through her.
"Oh my God!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the room. She kept moving as her muscles spasmed around him, every nerve ending in her body on fire. Tim's own release was imminent. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside her. As Lucy's orgasm subsided, he took control of her, flipping their positions so Lucy was sitting on the couch, pressed into the back of it.
"My turn," he growled, his voice raw with desire. Lucy, still breathless from her climax, looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
"Yes, Tim. Take me. Fuck me hard." With a powerful thrust, Tim drove into her again, his cock slamming deep within her. Lucy cried out, her body arching to meet his, her hands clutching at his neck. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her, his hips slamming against hers with each stroke.
"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his face contorted with pleasure. Lucy's hands roamed over his back, her nails scraping against his skin, sending shivers down his spine as she encouraged him.
Harder, Tim," she begged. "Fuck me harder and I’ll come again."
Tim complied, his movements becoming wilder, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. He pounded into her, his cock hitting her sweet spot over and over, driving her toward another climax. Lucy shook beneath him, her moans filling the room, mingling with his own grunts as he fucked into her.
"So close," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I can't hold on."
Tim's own orgasm was building, his body coiled tight with tension. He wanted to make her come first, to feel her walls clenching around him as she climaxed. With a final, powerful thrust, he slammed into her, his cock reaching her deepest depths. He ground into her, his hips rotating as Lucy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"Come for me, Lucy," he growled, his voice a desperate plea. Lucy's body convulsed, her back arching off the couch, her hands gripping his arms tightly as she pressed herself against him.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, "I'm coming, Tim! Oh my God! OHHHH FUCK." Lucy is coming so hard around him Tim can feel her juices leak out of her, coating his cock and balls. Watching her peak triggers his own and he thrust into her as he emptied himself deep inside.
"Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice ragged.
“OH MY GOD,” Tamara's unmistakable voice shrieks through the apartment. Tim’s head snaps up, and his face grows beet red. Lucy turns to see her standing in the doorway.
“Fuck,” Tim mutters and pulls out of Lucy, slumping down next to her. He scrambles to find his shirt, putting it over his lap, his breath still ragged.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Lucy squeaks as she grabs the blanket off the back of the couch, holding it in front of her as she jumps up. Tamara raises her hand and slaps it over her face, ready to turn.
“I’m leaving I….” She groans as she runs against the door. Tim frantically searches for his clothes, gathering them and slipping into Lucy’s bedroom.
“No…it’s…no what it looks like….It’s for work,” Lucy gasps and Tamara drops her hand.
“WORK? HOW IS THIS FOR WORK?” She yells and finally slams the door closed as she realizes Lucy is indeed still naked.
“We’re going undercover as Sava and Jake and we…..” Lucy can hear her own words, and she shakes her head.
She sounds ridiculous.
“So, the two of you have to……ewwww…..isn’t that illegal?” Tamara groans and Lucy draws her lower lip between her teeth. That’s when Tim, fully dressed, steps back into the living room and looks between the two girls.
“I…should go,” he says hastily and moves to the couch, looking for something. “Wait, I didn’t bring anything.”
Tim looks at Lucy who is still standing there, hardly covered in the blanket, and scrambles to the door, grabbing his boots. Tamara is in the way, not budging, so he slips around her and opens the door, quickly leaving the apartment, and closing the door behind himself. He pauses for a moment as his jaw drops and he looks at the door for a moment before he quickly rushes down the hallway.
“I’m going to my room, and we’ll never speak of this again,” Tamara says and Lucy nods frantically, bending down to gather her clothes. “And do me a favor…. burn that blanket.”
FIN