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Lucy wakes slowly, blinking as she took in her surroundings.
She was pleasantly sore, the muscles in her thighs protesting a little when she moved, and her cunt throbbed deliciously as she pushed herself to standing. A yawn split her lips as she surveyed Tim’s bedroom, frowning when she realized she was alone.
After using the bathroom and washing her face, Lucy pulls on a pair of soft sweats and a tank top and then pads out of the bedroom and into the rest of the house. It’s quiet, and by the time she reaches the kitchen she knows Tim isn’t there, a frowning curving her lips. She spies the note on the coffee maker once she rounds the corner, plucking it up to read.
Took Kojo for a run. Be back soon to make breakfast. -TB
Lucy’s eyes roll affectionately at the way he’d signed the note, as if it would be from anyone else, and she slips it into the pocket of her sweatpants as she sets about making herself a cup of coffee. Thankfully Tim had a standard drip pot, and after she finally locates the bag of coffee in a cabinet, she starts brewing a pot big enough for a few cups for the two of them to split.
It’s just finishing when the front door opens, and she looks up from where she’s setting two ceramic mugs on the counter to smile at the sight of Tim, sweat drenched and still catching his breath, kneeling to undo Kojo’s leash from his collar.
“Good boy,” he praises softly, rubbing between the dog’s ears as Kojo whined happily. “Go get some water, buddy.”
Kojo trotted off to his bowl as Tim straightened, catching sight of her and smiling slightly as he rubbed a hand over his jaw.
“Sleep okay?” he asks as he hangs Kojo’s leash up before heading towards her, and Lucy nods, pouring coffee into one mug, the pot hovering over the other as she looked at Tim in question. When he nodded, pulling a water bottle from the fridge and draining it, Lucy filled his mug up as well, leaving a little room for sugar before she returned the pot to the hot plate and lifted her black coffee to her lips, inhaling happily.
“You could have woken me,” she tells him as he picks up his mug after dumping two spoonfuls of sugar into it and stirring, lifting the steaming mug to his mouth. He chuckles, shaking his head.
“I wasn’t exactly quiet leaving. You slept right through it,” he informs her, and Lucy blinks in response. “Must’a worn you out last night.”
Lucy’s cheeks flush, skin turning hot, and she ducks her eyes as Tim looks at her in amusement.
“Besides, I think you’re getting enough of a workout as it is this weekend,” he continues as he began to pluck pots and pans from various cabinets, setting them on the stove. Heat curled in Lucy’s belly at the insinuation, and she swallowed hard as Tim pulled eggs and spinach and peppers and onions from the fridge, laying them out on the counter. “Frittata okay for breakfast?”
She nods her assent, and he points to the kitchen table for her to sit when she asks if she can help at all. Lucy pouts but acquiesces as Kojo came to lay at her feet, huffing out a long sigh before he drifted off to sleep on the kitchen floor. She watches with interest as Tim chops the vegetables with precision, placing them each in separate bowls before moving to the next one.
“You stink,” Lucy tells him primly when he hands her a plate, but the teasing wrinkle of her nose softens the words, and Tim rolls his eyes as he settles across from her with his own plate.
Kojo snores at their feet as they eat, discussing a recent case they’d closed while forks scraped against plates in rhythm. It’s good food, good coffee, and good company- for a fleeting moment, Lucy wonders at what it would be like to have this every weekend. Tim making her breakfast after sleeping in his bed, the most restful sleep she’d had in weeks, while Kojo snoozed between them.
She shakes the thought away as Tim takes her plate to the sink.
“Go shower. I’ll do the dishes,” she says, and his eyebrows furrow, ready to protest. “Come on- you cooked, I’ll clean.”
Tim sighs, but allows it, and heads to the bedroom to clean up as she starts the water in the sink. Thankfully there aren’t many dishes and she’s done relatively quickly, leaving everything in the drainboard to dry. Kojo was still conked out, and that pesky heat from earlier was still swirling in her belly, so Lucy tiptoed to the bedroom, pleased when she heard the shower still running.
She stripped quickly, leaving her clothes in the bedroom before she slipped into the steam-filled bathroom, eyes hungrily taking in the outline of Tim’s frame through the shower door. Stalking across the tile, she yanked the door open and stepped inside, the heat of the steam scouring over her skin before the water hit her, and arousal pounds in her belly at the miles of tanned, wet skin before her.
Lucy’s hands slid over Tim’s wet back, chasing water droplets, before she skimmed to his front to curl slim fingers around his thick, half-hard cock. Tim uttered a low, guttural groan as she stroked him slowly, her lips touching between his shoulder blades before she rested her cheek there.
“I like touching you,” she confesses softly, barely audible over the pounding of the shower. But Tim hears her, something rumbling in his chest, and he turns abruptly in her arms to cup her face in his hands, lowering himself to kiss her.
Tim backs Lucy up against the cool tile wall, out of the direct spray of the shower, and covers her with his body, miles of hot skin pressed together. Lucy revels in it, heat centering between her thighs and desperate to be touched- Tim seems to read her mind, gripping one thigh up and over his hip so he could stand properly between her legs.
It’s not an ideal angle, given their height difference, and Lucy’s toes slip against the slick bottom of the shower, but she still whimpers as he sank inside her, sensations washing over her.
“Fuck,” he pants, kissing the side of her face. “Wanna see your face, but-”
Lucy shakes her head, pushing at him slightly until he pulled out of her and let her go; she spun around, pressing her palms to the tile wall as she spread her thighs. Damp hair flicked over her shoulder, and dark eyes flared when they met his.
“Like this,” she commands, and Tim is powerless to resist her as he gripped her hips and sank inside her, the new angle bringing him even deeper. They both groaned, clawing for purchase against slick tile and slick skin.
Tim’s mouth presses to the back of her neck, nipping with sharp teeth, and Lucy comes alive beneath him, clenching hard around his cock.
“Wanna feel you come,” she begs, voice high and hoarse, tugging at something low in Tim’s gut. “Please- please, Tim.”
His fingers find her clit, circling the slick bundle of nerves until she tightened around him, crying out. He can tell she’s close, desperately close to coming around his cock, and he wants to feel her before he spills inside her.
“C’mon, Luce,” he growls, the nickname slipping through his teeth as her cunt contracted around him. “Come on, honey. You’re so close, I can feel it.”
Lucy sobbed when he changed the angle just so, tilting her hips forward and sinking just another inch inside her, and he knows that’s how to get her there. He keeps the pace, hitting that particular spot inside her that sparked a noise he wanted to imprint into his brain, until Lucy spasmed around him, entire body going taut.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he praised, panting for breath as his orgasm blazed at the base of his spine. “Feel so good around my cock, Lucy.”
He holds deep on his next thrust and spills inside her, vision whiting out briefly as he buries his nose in her wet hair, holding Lucy close. She whimpered, nails digging into him as if to keep him against her, and together they caught their breath, the water slowly cooling around them.
They finally peel themselves out of the shower to wrap up in thick towels- Lucy braids her damp hair out of her face, Tim watching in fascination at her movements, and then before she can even consider climbing back into her clothes, he’s tugging her towel to the ground as he drops his own and pushing her back into the bedroom.
“What are you doing!” she laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners, and Tim pushes her back onto the unmade bed, palms curling around the insides of her thighs and spreading them wide so he can settle himself between them on the floor beside the bed. Tim cuts his eyes from her cunt, still dripping his come, to meet her gaze.
“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you,” he tells her, voice low, and he can see the way her cunt clenches around nothing as a soft whine escapes her. “But first, I want to see how we taste together.”
His head ducks, tongue licking a stripe up her leaking cunt, and Lucy’s echoing cry is music to his ears.