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Lucy Chen [11:58 PM]
I have an idea...Lucy Chen [11:58 PM]
You better be awake.Tim Bradford [11:59 PM]
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Tim hadn’t been able to sleep, just like he’s been struggling to most days for the past few months. But, at the moment, he’s grateful to have been awake for Lucy’s text, because even though he’s utterly confused by it, and even more so by the fact that there’s no three little dots indicating she’s typing, he’s happy to have not missed it.
When he hears knocking at his door shortly after the mysterious text, he knows exactly who it is. He can’t figure out what she could possibly want or need—what her idea could be, and why it entails her arriving at his house when he’s in bed. Especially not the repeated banging.
Nonetheless, he slips on his loafers and goes to open the door for her, a few twenty-something pounds later.
“Hey,” Tim greets, still a little unsure. She looks good, and a whole hell of a lot more done up than he’d expect for this late.
“Hi. So, here’s what I’m thinking,” Lucy starts, immediately jumping to the point. “It’s April Fool’s Day, which means nothing counts, right?”
“April Fool’s is tomorrow,” he points out.
“It’s 12:01,” she counters. “And if we play our cards right, we can use April Fool’s Day as a hall pass.” She saunters forward, until she’s in his space, looking up at him. “We’re not actually together, but we can pretend we’re together as an April Fool’s Day prank, just for today. And if anybody raises a flag, we’ll say, surprise. It’s an April Fool’s joke, and everyone will laugh. And we can...”
“Uh-huh.”
She leans in, and he’s done listening, but as much as she seems to be done talking. She hums her agreement, and he moves forward, pressing his lips into hers. They move in tandem, instinctively aiming for his bedroom, before he pulls away, confused.
“Okay, wow. Mm, I’ve...” He shakes his head slightly. “I’ve clearly been doing April Fool’s wrong my whole life. So, we’re... We’re not actually together, but we’re making out in secret like we are together?”
“Yeah.” She continues to lean in, like she doesn’t seem to be listening to a word he’s saying.
“So, what’s the prank?” he asks, confused.
“Do you want to talk about April Fool’s Day, or do you want to take your pants off?”
Well.
There’s no way Tim is going to argue with that.
The door slams, and their lips meet again, immediately deepening into something desperate and wanting. He’s still a little dumbfounded by the turn of events tonight, but he’s sure as hell going to go along with it. There’s no way he’s saying no to this.
They make it down the hallway and to his room, Lucy basically manhandling him the entire way there, pushing and pulling until they make it inside, pushing his door shut.
“Pants. Off.”
“Right, okay,” he agrees, tugging his sweatpants down. She gives him an expectant look, and he simply stares back at her, not sure what that face is for.
“Do I have to do everything myself?” she complains teasingly, before sinking down to her knees, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. She presses her lips against his abs as she slides the material down his legs.
She smiles coyly at him as his cock springs out, right in front of her face. She leans forward, giving the tip of his length a small kiss, and he groans. Smirk only widening, she presses his cock into his belly, running her tongue against it. His knees buckle, and she pulls away.
“Get on the bed,” she orders.
Tim doesn’t hesitate, stepping out of the clothes pooled around his feet so he can lie down on the bed, his cock on his belly. Lucy follows, prowling over, sitting on her knees perpendicular to him. She leans down to press her mouth to his, the sideways angle immediately allowing them to deepen the kiss. He slips his tongue in without preamble, wanting to taste her, wanting to consume her.
Her hand finds his cock, her fingers circling around it. Her thumb presses against the tip, gathering the precum there, before spreading it around the head, where her hand is. Lubricated, she begins to stroke the length, up and down in her palm, and he groans into her mouth. Then, she moves lower and back, her palm fondling his balls, before her thumb and index find the sensitive strip of skin before the two sacs. He gasps, breaking the kiss, and Lucy seems to take that as an opening to move down.
The next thing he knows, she’s taking his cock into her mouth.
Fuck, he’s going to come embarrassingly quickly. Six weeks without her touch, months without her mouth on his cock...this is going to be over so quickly.
She’s clearly banking on that, though, with the way her eyes flash up to his just as she purses her lips and sucks to watch his eyes flutter. He groans, his hips lifting slightly off the bed at the feeling, and he feels her lips curve upwards as her mouth slides down further. For a minute, she just uses her mouth, one hand just gently holding his sac, the other pressed into his thigh. She takes him as far into her mouth as she can, her lips almost reaching the base for a few seconds as his tip his the back of her throat. Then, as she pulls away, she wraps the fingers around the base of his cock, twisting slightly, and the other hand massages his balls slightly. She continues to move her mouth up and down his cock, keeping her hands moving, and...
It’s so much. Tim is in absolute heaven, and he’s not going to last. He can already feel an orgasm building up within him.
“Luce, I’m close,” he warns.
She glances up at him, raising her eyebrows challengingly, before doubling down on his efforts, building him up and up and up until—
The feeling rushes through him, pushing him over the edge, and Lucy slows her actions down, drawing the pleasure out of him without overstimulating him. Gravity doesn’t help as she tries to catch the cum in her mouth, but it dribbles out of her mouth and onto his abdomen. When he’s finally done, his muscles relaxing, she pulls away carefully, swallowing before anything else can leak out of her mouth. Then, she sends him a naughty grin before dipping down and licking the escaped cum off of his abdomen.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “You’re perfect.”
“I know,” she responds. “But I thought you might need a little reminder.”
Tim inhales. “I never needed a reminder,” he tells her. “I’ve always known.”
She thinks about this. “I guess I do make it hard to forget, even if I’m not blowing you.”
He laughs breathily. “That you do.”
His hand tangles into her hair again, pulling her down to kiss him, but instead of warm skin melding to his body, he finds cool, rough fabric.
“You’re still fully clothed,” he complains, pawing at her clothes. His hands settle on the metal of her belt, his fingertips dancing along the hem of her jeans.
“Okay, well, that’s kinda on you,” she retorts. “Plus, you started without a shirt.”
He undoes her belt, but it isn’t as straightforward as his belts are—this one’s all decorative and the fabric snags on the metal. “Could’ve at least gone for easy access,” he mutters.
“If I rolled up to the station in a dress, there’d be a lot of questions.”
“There’s gonna be questions just because of this,” he points out, tugging briefly at her shirt. It’s pretty. The whole outfit is. It hugs her curves perfectly and shows off her features. He wants to devour her. Then, something clicks in his brain as he pauses. “You’re staying the night?”
She shrugs, looking a little unsure. “If you want me to.”
“Damn straight I do.”
Tim surges up to kiss her, pushing her back down on the mattress. They work on her top first, undoing the ties like he’s unwrapping a gift, before pulling it up her torso, over her head, and then throws it somewhere across the room. She immediately unhooks her bra, and he takes that and throws that too, before kissing between the valley of her breasts.
As his tongue flicks against her nipple, his mouth taking in as much of her breast as he can, he hears the clinking of her belt, and then a clatter on the floor. He immediately abandons her boobs, moving down to kiss her belly, nipping at her abdomen as he pops the button of her jeans and moves the zipper down. He glances up, where Lucy’s looking at him with her eyebrow raised, and begins to pull her pants down.
When her jeans are at her knees, he pauses to finally reach what he’s been wanting. His hand finds the apex of her thighs, and his fingers immediately slide down the slick of her cunt.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, running the length of his index finger down her slit without resistance. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“All evening,” she breathes out. “I’ve been basically staring at the clock since shift ended.”
Tim sits back briefly, giving her a slightly annoyed look. “And you didn’t warn me?”
Lucy sits up on her elbows to look down at him. “Does it make a difference?”
“I would’ve prepared,” he says. He kneels down on the ground, helping her finally tug her pants and shoes off properly. He kisses her ankle after each limb is stripped. “Light some candles. Put some water bottles in here. Map out specifically how I’d make you come. Taken a nap to prepare for the long night we’re about to have. Put on nicer clothes—you really outdid yourself.”
“That’s all very nice,” she agrees, “but I really liked that all we had to do was pull down your pants to get you naked.”
“Yet, you didn’t offer the same courtesy.”
Before she can say anything else, he tugs her by the back of her knees until her pussy comes up to his mouth.
“Oh—!” she cries out, before it devolves into a broken moan.
He licks a solid stripe along her core, and then swirls his tongue around her clit. His hands keep her thighs firmly open when she tries to clench them, giving him the space he needs. His tongue dips inside of her and she cries out, hips jutting slightly. The sound only spurs him on, and he groans against her clit before sucking hard. He loves how she tastes; sweet and heavenly against his tongue. He misses it. He needs more of it.
It’s then he feels a strong pull against his hair, and he realizes that Lucy is gripping it right before she’s pushing his face even closer to her.
He pulls away from her, grinning, just enough to ask, “If I let your legs go, will you be good?”
“No,” she answers as she pulls him against her again with the hand in his hair, trying to squeeze her thighs closed shut around him. He chuckles as he gets back to work, dutifully sucking and licking. He has to get creative without being able to use his fingers, because of her own admission that she wouldn’t be good if he pulled hands away from her open legs.
Tim has a better idea.
“Hold your legs back,” he demands. It’ll get both her hands and legs out of his way.
“You’re not giving the orders here,” she scolds, but she still does what he says anyway, hooking her hands behind her knees to pull her legs up and open up her cunt to him.
He kisses her inner thigh again, and then presses his tongue against her warmth. With his now-free land, he slides two fingers into her, which she rewards with a moan. He lets his mouth focus on her clit as the pads of his fingers drag along her inner walls, pumping in and out. His thumb swipes against her clit and he sucks for a second, before repeating the action.
“Fuck, Tim!” she cries out and he grins. He watches her, then, as his tongue swirls around her clit and his fingers move in and out of her, and he marvels at how beautiful she looks with her eyes rolling back, her back arching against the mattress. One of her hands slips, and her leg falls down onto his shoulder.
He coaxes a little mewl out of her as his teeth lightly scrapes against her clit before he befores forward to suck at it gently. Her leg clenches around him, her toes curl, and her back arches.
Her free hand can’t seem to settle, gripping at his hair, the sheets, her breasts, moving around frantically as her gasps become more and more stuttered. He knows she’s close, so he goes a little harder, and doesn’t let up when she clenches around his fingers and begins to tremble.
Soon enough, he sees the telltale signs that she’s nearing an orgasm, so he brings his eyes to look at her face once again as he licks her to completion, keeping his pace fast and steady. She’s heavenly, angelic, as she moans his name and trembles. He coaxes her through it, and when she's done, he presses soft kisses against her pulsing flesh and smiles.
“Stop looking so proud of yourself,” she breathes out, and then she’s dragging him up by the hair. She kisses him dirtily, sucking the wetness off of his lips, and he sinks into it, pulling her into his side until they’re both sideways, their bodies pressing together.
Whatever refractory period he’d had quickly passed upon seeing her come apart at his hands (and mouth). Lucy’s hand snakes down, and within a couple strokes of her hand, he’s back to full hardness, his cock pressed against her belly as he suckles at the tattoo on her neck.
Then, Lucy pulls away.
“I feel like I’ve already done so much work for the night,” she teases as she sinks down into the mattress. “I came up with the prank. I had to take your pants off. I even had to undo my own belt. This one’s all you.”
“Fair enough,” he agrees, because he knows better than to disagree with her logic. He likes the idea of being on top tonight anyway.
He starts to crawl above her, but he remembers something important.
“Still, uh,” he starts, feeling his chest constrict at the fact that he even needs to ask, “Still good without a condom?”
On Valentine’s Day, that had been the most painful part of the night—even more awkward than the morning after. It’d been the moment that brought them to reality, and almost threatened to end their night right then and there. But, somehow, the confirmation that neither had slept with anyone else only ended up fueling the rest of their time together.
Now, he feels a lot less anxious about her answer. Before, he hadn’t been sure at all. Now, he knows she’s not seeing anyone else, or isn’t planning to. She’s waiting for herself to forgive him, just like he’ll wait forever for her.
But he still has to ask, even if just to make sure of birth control.
“I meant it when I said I’m not looking at anyone else,” she says, smiling as she strokes his cheek. “And my IUD is still good.”
Tim breathes a relieved sigh anyway. “Good.”
The next time their lips press together, it’s more tender and less heated. He kisses her like he misses her, like he hasn’t gotten to kiss her in weeks, like he’s still hopelessly in love with her—because he is, all of those things. And he knows that, beneath her heartbreak, she still feels all those things, too. He can tell from the way she holds him, kisses him, gasps into him.
He crawls up her body and kisses her gently. She widens her legs, hooking an ankle on his thigh, inviting him in as he lines his cock up to her cunt.
Sinking back into her is like a dream. It feels like a homecoming, like he’s back where he belongs. Lucy wiggles a little, adjusting, and then she beams up at him.
“This is what I needed tonight,” she hums.
He grips her ass hard, massaging the globe as he slowly rears back. “You could’ve just said,” he tells her. “I’ve never needed some elaborate excuse.”
“The journey’s more fun,” she retorts, pushing into him. He keeps his distance, and she looks annoyed. “Now fuck me. Hard.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He complies, ramming back into her as hard and deep as he can, feeling smug when she dissolves into a moan, her eyelids fluttering. He does it again, and again, and again, before finding a rhythm that has her at the perfect level of driven insane. Her hands come up to his ass, pushing and pulling along with him, using him as leverage to meet him halfway.
Her legs move up and up, trying to get him in deeper, and he pulls one up to his upper back. “Right—there,” Lucy confirms between thrusts.
Once again, their lips find each other. He latches onto her neck, trailing up to her jaw, then finally licking up into her mouth. It barely can be classified as a kiss; it’s more two faces smashed together, mingling strangled gasps and cries as they rock against each other. Their movements become brutal, animalistic, as they push and pull against each other, chasing a feeling that’s cresting over the edge, in the distance.
“I need more,” she whimpers, desperately trying to meet his thrusts to get him in deeper. “I need—you—”
He knows what she needs. He pulls out, and she nearly sobs at the loss, but he knows she needs something more than what he was giving her.
Tim hooks his arm behind her back, gripping the side of her waist before spinning her around under him, until his hand is pressed against her belly, pulling her back to his chest. She immediately complies, sinking her elbows into the mattress, pushing her ass up into the air. He smacks it, half out of reflex, and she moans happily.
“Rough?” he grunts, almost begging for himself. There’s a deep need in him to fuck her into the mattress right now, to pound into her until she can’t even remember her own name.
“Please,” she gasps out.
He pushes her back gently down, pressing her flush into the mattress. When he places a hand on her hip, another lining his cock up to her opening as he props up his leg for leverage, he thrusts into her suddenly.
“Yes!” Lucy cries out, gripping the sheets as she throws her head back. He keeps one hand on her lower back, his foot on the bed, and pushes into her again once, twice, thrice, slowly, but hard and deep and rough, making sure he’s hitting the right spots. She lets out a broken moan each time, begs him for more with all but her words, and he gives it to her.
He sets a brutal pace, chasing his own release as much as he’s pushing for hers. He knows she’s close, and he is too—he feels as his balls start to tighten, a tightness begins to form in his abdomen. He desperately thrusts into Lucy, determined to get her there before the feeling takes over entirely.
The hand braced against the bed finds hers, lacing their fingers together against the mattress, wanting the connection.
She comes beautifully, face pressed downwards into the bed, mouth open and eyes fluttering closed, as her whole body trembles. Her cunt clenches around him, squeezing his cock, and he comes loudly, his thrusts uneven as he spills deep inside of her.
Holy shit.
He collapses on top of her, probably crushing her a little, but she doesn’t complain as she breathes hard below him. Her hand stays clutching his, unwilling to let go, and he finds that he wants to stay here forever, joined together, sweaty, their fingers laced.
Then, she starts squirming, probably overwhelmed by his weight.
As much as Tim likes hard and fast, and how much he needed it today—no way he was going to have the self control for slow and tender when he’s gone a month and a half without her at all, and another three months prior thinking he’d never have her again—he’s almost looking forward to this part more.
He gets off of Lucy, leaving her sated and boneless as he makes his way to the bathroom. He finds a washcloth, wetting it with cold water, and makes his way back to the bed, where Lucy’s still on her stomach, her eyes closed, but the small smile on her face tells him that she’s not sleeping.
When he sits on the mattress, she moves towards him without opening her eyes, skin on skin, and he presses the warm rag against her ass as a warning. As with their practiced routine, she opens her legs wider, inviting, and she hums contently when he begins to wipe the cum dripping from her. When he’s done, he tosses the rag into a basket across the room, fist pumping slightly when it makes it in.
He flops onto the bed, spinning to land on his back, and tugs her into his side. She moves willingly, her leg coming up over his, her head resting in the crook of his neck. He shifts his head to press a kiss into her hair.
“Power Nap,” Lucy declares, “and then we’re doing that again.”
And Tim isn’t going to argue with that.
They fuck all throughout the night, only pausing for quick catnaps and tiny water breaks. Their longest nap is for about an hour and a half before his alarm goes off, signaling it’s probably time to get up. Usually, he’d start his morning off with a run, but getting Lucy off again within his sheets seems like just as effective of a workout.
After that, they make their way to the kitchen, half-clothed, where Lucy comforts a neglected-feeling Kojo, and Tim prepares coffee and breakfast. It’s nothing fancy, and it’s good that it isn’t, because halfway into him trying to put some yogurt and fruit into a bowl, arms hook around his torso, and open-mouth kisses spread across his back.
“Do you want breakfast or not?” he asks dryly as he turns around to look at her.
“Do I get to eat it off of you?”
“No.”
She makes a face. “Will you feed it to me?”
“You’re not a child,” he deadpans. “You know how to feed yourself.”
She pouts slightly, mockingly. Then, she reaches for her bowl, looking defeated, and begins to eat her coconut milk yogurt. Then, something hits her.
“Did I really get you to like dairy-free yogurt?” she asks.
He’s pretty sure the answer of, ‘No, I’ve suffered through it for the past few months in the hope that I’d win you back and be prepared,’ sounds a little insane, so he settles for, “Yeah. It’s alright.”
Lucy smiles, looking victorious as she eats another spoonful. Then, she sets the bowl back down. “So,” she starts, her eyes glinting in a way that he isn’t sure he trusts, “now is a good time to talk about April Fools’ Day.”
“What about it?”
She saunters over, breakfast forgotten. “Our prank.”
“I’m going to be honest,” Tim says slowly, his hands coming to her hips, “I’m still not sure what exactly this prank is supposed to be.”
“It’s not hard to understand,” she scolds lightly. “We’re just...letting people at the station think we’re together.”
“I get that part,” he replies. “But how does this—” He tightens his hold on her hips, pulling her more flush into him, pressing his growing hard-on into her core, “—fit into it?”
“Does it matter?” she breathes out, rolling her hips into his, her head falling back a little. “We basically have a free pass to do whatever we want for a day. That’s the part I’m focused on.”
“When you put it like that...”
He lifts her suddenly, depositing her onto the counter. “This is part of the prank, right?” he asks, staying between her legs.
Her arms come around his neck. “Oh, absolutely.”
He leans in, pressing a few kisses under her jaw, before trailing his nose down. “Does this,” he starts, sucking at the tattoo on her neck, “work for the prank?”
“Mm, yes,” she agrees, pulling him in more as she bares her throat to him.
He brings his hands up to cup her breasts under her shirt. “And does this,” he asks, moving his lips to her collarbone, “count for the prank?”
“It does,” she breathes.
She’s not wearing any pants, just his shirt, so it’s incredibly easy for his fingers to tug at the hem of her underwear, inching towards her core. “And if I wanted to get you off right here, that is all in the name of the prank, right?”
“Please.”
His lips come back up to meet hers as his hand finds its way into her panties, meeting no resistance as he immediately slides a finger into her core. She whimpers into his mouth and he swallows it with his tongue, sticking a second finger inside her while the base of his fingers put pressure against her clit.
She grinds into his hand, and he lets her, pumping his fingers back and forth, his thumb taking over pressure on her clit. He keeps a fast and steady pace, one that he knows from experience can make her come in minutes. Her breathing quickens, her kisses turn messy and uncoordinated, and her grinding switches to something desperate, and—
Tim watches as Lucy convulses around him, pulling away so he can hear her unfiltered moans as the orgasm hits her. He keeps his pace going, trying to keep her high going as long as possible, letting her chase her continued release as her hips jut against his hand, until she’s slowing and slumping against him.
He pulls away, his fingers leaving her cunt and instead entering his mouth, where he sucks the wetness off.
“That’s my breakfast,” he declares. So much better than coconut-based yogurt.
With one half-hearted annoyed look, Lucy tugs him back in for another kiss, wasting no time in palming his dick over the fabric of his boxers. He groans.
“Shower,” she murmurs into his mouth. “We only have so much time before work and we need to take a shower.”
“Efficient,” Tim agrees, before scooping up her thighs and carrying her over to the bathroom, where everything they do is definitely not what could be defined as efficient, for either their water usage or their time.
They’re almost late to work after all their morning escapades. In the end, Lucy convinces him that they can drive in together—it helps with the prank believability, she says, if they stroll in together, and, “Well, I’m coming back here after shift anyway, so...”
Tim feels immense joy at that; the confirmation that Lucy will be ending the day with him. If they get off shift on time, they’ll have a glorious four hours together before midnight hits.
It is midnight, right? It occurs to him while changing in the locker room that he probably should’ve asked.
Now that he thinks about it, he probably should’ve gotten an actual answer about what the prank is, or what she intends to do with the prank here at work. He gets—and very much appreciates—the excuse to be together, without the weight of everything he’s done to wrong her, without the hurt of the breakup, without the looming threat of the chain of command. But, honestly, he’s not sure how far today will go, how much she wants to do in front of their coworkers.
He has limits, of course. But he’d like to max out their full day as much as possible.
“How exactly are we pulling this prank off?” Tim asks, once he settles next to Lucy in roll call.
“Exactly like this,” she says, running a finger down his hand on top of the table, and his fingers instinctively twitch to try to meet hers. “Just sitting a little closer than we normally are.”
Okay, so he gets to touch her, be close to her, maybe even kiss her at the station. In the name of the prank, of course. He can work with this, happily. He sits close to her, not pulling away like he normally would when Nolan leans over to talk to them, nor even when Grey strolls in to begin roll call.
“All right, today is April Fool’s Day...by far the most annoying day of the year.”
At some point, Tim might’ve agreed, but right now, April Fool’s Day is just about the best day he’s ever had.
Tim doesn’t see Lucy too much throughout the day. With him station-bound, handling all the supervision work within the station, he sees her periodically as she brings bookings back to the station with Celina. “Sergeant Bradford,” she’d greet flirtatiously each time they’d cross paths.
“Officer Chen,” he’d respond back, smirking subtly.
The first instance, she had brushed her pinky across his hand as she passed, and that’d been it.
The next time, he had been standing slightly behind her, pushing his shoulder against hers, towering over her as he observed the paperwork she’d been filling out. Then, not-so-subtly, she had moved back just the smallest bit, pushing her ass into his thigh. She had turned her head back, looking at him, and with a knowing smirk, said, “Thank you for your assistance, Sergeant Bradford. I think I have it handled from here.”
Which brings them to now.
The third time they cross paths, he’s a little determined to escalate it even further—she’s playing a game, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t one-up her. “What if we,” Tim poses slowly, quietly, the next time he’s beside her, “meet up in my old Metro office in five minutes?”
Lucy looks at him curiously. “Really? You’re suggesting we sneak away together? You? Sergeant Tim Bradford?”
“For the prank,” he clarifies. “Clearly, being touchy isn’t shocking people. But disappearing together for our break...”
She hums, intrigued. “Guess I’m not doing all the thinking after all,” she says, smirking conspiratorially. She clutches onto the side of his shirt, slowly pulling him towards the direction of the hallway, until they end up sneaking into the empty office.
Lucy—and he really should’ve seen this coming—blows his whole plan out of the water by taking the lead and immediately pushing him against the door the second that it shuts. Her lips meld with his, and his mind goes blissfully blank.
Kissing her in uniform is a relatively new experience—at least, on this level of passion. They’ve gone as far as having sex in the laundry room during an op, but that’d been out of uniform and not anywhere near the station. They’ve kissed in uniform before, but chaste and fleeting, even if a little desperate, like that time after they’d fought off a masked mob. Hungrily kissing for extended periods of time, hands roaming, while in uniform, is a series of discoveries.
The one he had registered before, is the annoying amount of layers they’re wearing. That’s what he’s realized after his fantasies, because, of course, he has fantasized about this, many times. It’s nothing he ever pushed to reenact in reality, because they both respect the job too much, and value keeping private so that their obnoxiously involved coworkers have nothing to gossip about, but the guise of April Fool’s Day allows Tim to finally feel free to have her in his arms the way he’s always wanted.
Though, he probably won’t get to act out his whole fantasy as he envisions in his dreams, because he really doesn’t think, “It’s a prank! April Fools!” will work very well if he gets caught balls deep inside of Lucy.
If they could even get that far, because layers. In his fantasies, he has to suspend disbelief, because there’s no real way to shove clothes out of the way for a quick fuck in the station. Not when they’re bound by duty belts, blue wool, kevlar, undershirts, biker shorts, let alone their actual undergarments. It’s a cruel barrier, even now, when he’s desperately pulling against her uniform shirt at the back, pulling it out of her pants, just for a feel of her warm sliver of skin, only to feel the cool linen of her undershirt.
Another problem he faces is her hair. He wants nothing more than to tangle his fingers within the strands, but it’s in a tight bun that he knows he can’t mess up. Instead, it migrates from her waist, above her duty belt, to ghost over her arms, and occasionally move to the top of her back, craving to touch her as much as he possibly can.
All in all, he’d rate a station makeout at a solid seven out of ten. Probably an eight with a solid excuse in the event that they’re caught. It automatically gains most points just for making out with Lucy, but the semantics of it are too complicated, and if it were any other day, he’d be a little too panicked about getting caught when he takes his work so seriously. But it’s a nice, special-circumstances treat, and half a bucket list dream item fulfilled. It gives him the courage to maybe consider fulfilling the full dream someday—maybe on a station-bound day, where they can plan to wear a little less layers, and someplace less out in the open. And, well, when he isn’t her direct superior, and they’re actually back together.
For now, Tim enjoys what he’s given.
“Wow, we never even did this when we were actually together,” he says against her lips.
Lucy smiles as she chases his mouth. “Well, that’s ‘cause we didn’t have a deadline.”
Her hand comes up to caress his cheek, her thumb slipping to trace his lips, before leaning back in to kiss him again before he can get his words out.
He gently grabs her hands as he breaks the kiss to speak again. “Midnight, right?”
“Yes, please,” she practically begs. She pulls the blinds to glance out. “Do you think it’s been long enough?”
He takes his chance. “I mean, I think a little longer.” He’ll soak up as much as he can, kissing Lucy in secret.
She smiles at him, genuine and happy, and they sink back into the kiss. For a few, blissful moments, their lips meld together, once, twice, into something sweet and not entirely heated. Then, she pulls away, her expression looking apologetic.
“We should really get back to work and do...things.”
He gives her a look. “’Things’?” At this moment, he can’t think of anything he wants to do more than kiss Lucy.
“Yes, things like...crime.” She must realize how that sounds, because she quickly corrects herself. “We need to stop crime.”
“Okay,” Tim agrees half-heartedly, “if you insist.”
“I do,” she says, moving to leave the room. He follows her, chasing more. “I do insist.”
He sneaks one more quick kiss before she’s turning around to exit, when he remembers...
“Fix your shirt!” he calls out a little desperately, seeing where the back that he’d pulled out of place is ridden up, exposing the small of her white undershirt-covered back. He follows her out, except—
Celina is standing right there, looking at them like she knows what they were up to. And, honestly, it’s not like it was hard to figure out—two officers that everyone knows are into each other, hiding away in an unused office, coming out with their uniforms a little rumpled.
“Hi,” Lucy says.
“Hi,” Celina returns.
“Hey...” Tim draws out awkwardly.
She gives them both an extremely knowing look that he does not like.
“Yeah, uh, we should get back out there,” Lucy tries to deflect.
“Yeah,” Celina responds immediately, before looking right at him specifically. “I mean, unless you and Tim need to discuss something in private.”
“No,” he quickly fires back. “I think we covered everything.”
Lucy nods in agreement. “Yeah.”
Tim flashes an awkward smile at the younger officer, before deciding he wants to get the hell away from here immediately. “Okay. Ladies.”
He goes to make his grand escape, before a notification sends everything to hell.
The locker room is empty when Lucy wanders in.
They’re both still in uniform, minus their duty belts—Tim had come in here to wash and patch up his face, not yet getting to worrying about what he’s wearing.
“Hey,” he greets. “You probably shouldn’t be back here.”
“Smitty said it was fine,” she waves off. She steps into his space. “I wanted to check in on you. You got hit hard today.”
He steps even closer, reaching a hand out to caress her cheekbone, where a bruise is forming, just around the cut under her eye. “You did, too,” he notes softly.
“I mean, not too bad for The Purge,” she jokes.
Tim groans as he drops his hand. “I’m never gonna watch that stupid movie again.” He thinks about the events of the night—he mostly hates how stupid people are, but there’s one thing that sticks out to him: “You hesitated.”
She pauses, before nodding slowly. “I...did,” she confirms. “You were in trouble.”
“The job’s more important,” he reminds her. “There was a civilian in trouble, too.”
She hums non-committedly, like she doesn’t quite agree.
“Lucy...”
“I know,” she snaps quickly. “But don’t act like you’ve never done the same for me.”
“That’s different—”
“It’s not.”
For a moment, things are silent. It’s tense for a brief moment, but the weight of her words settles over him, and it brings a warmth to his chest. He knows what she’s talking about—the few times he’d been nearly paralyzed by fear when he thought she’d been in danger.
He smiles. She smiles back.
“Too bad about the overtime,” Tim sighs. “I had some ideas for tonight.”
“We still have time,” she points out.
“Not enough for what I had planned.”
“Oh?” she asks, stepping into his space, tilting her head up. Her mouth is so close; all he needs to do is bend down the tiniest bit, and he’d be kissing her again. “And what did you have planned?”
“I think there was a baseball game I DVR’d—”
“You ass,” she says as she pushes him, laughing lightly. “Wanna make out some more while we have to wait for Livy to be processed?”
With their duty belts off and her bun a mess, begging to be undone, it feels like some of the barriers he’d noted before are out of the way.
“There’s a filing closet for cold cases on the second floor,” he whispers, leaning further into her, their lips centimeters apart. “No one ever goes there.”
Lucy hums. “I was thinking right here.”
That sounds like a terrible idea, but any rational thought leaves his brain when she pushes him onto the bench and straddles him, her lips descending onto his.
Tim immediately responds, his hand wrapping behind her back, pulling the uniform and her shirt out of place, finding warm skin underneath. His other hand snakes into her hair, under the bun, pulling her closer as he slants his mouth against hers. Balancing on the bench becomes a little bit of a challenge, especially when she starts rocking against him slightly, but he keeps hold of her, moving to—
A throat clears to their side, and they spring away from each other. Lucy stands up quickly, straightening out her uniform awkwardly, as Tim looks over and sees a very stern looking Officer Kane.
Shit.
Officer Kane is a no-nonsense old-timer and a stickler to the rules. He’s just an officer, so Tim isn’t expecting a dressing-down from him, but Kane has ratted out other officers on numerous occasions.
Point being: They’re screwed.
“April Fools!” Lucy tries, turning beet red. “This is an April Fools joke! We got you! Ha!”
For someone who says she planned this—getting caught, excusing it with April Fools—she seems extremely flustered over actually getting caught. Perhaps it’s because no one outside their immediate circle was supposed to catch them.
“Your suspect finished processing.”
After that, Officer Kane simply shakes his head disapprovingly and walks away.
The good news is, Kane isn’t a gossip. But there’s no way that he won’t go and tell Grey about the rule-breaking.
The bad news is, there’s no way he won’t go tell Grey.
Lucy awkwardly laughs. “I’m gonna...” She points towards the exit. “Yeah.”
“Yeah,” Tim agrees, as she basically beelines out of the locker room.
He dresses quickly, hoping to maybe make it out of the station before Grey hears the news and they spend the rest of their precious minutes to midnight listening to a lecture, whether it be about the ethics of not sleeping with your subordinate, or the childishness of a superior playing pranks.
Lucy seemed to have had a similar idea, because she’s coming out of the locker room just as he exits. She looks just as relieved as he feels. Maybe they can get to his place with time enough to—
Jan appears before the two of them, crossing his arms. “Grey’s looking for the two of you.”
Or maybe not.
Well.
Showtime.
In Grey’s office, by the sharpness of his tone, they both know exactly what’s about to happen. It goes about as well as it can, with them getting Grey to stop yelling by dropping the expected, “April Fools!” line, but the subject of his yelling lives in Tim’s mind.
There’s a reason nothing can happen between them right now, and it’s more than that Lucy needs more time. He thinks about it often—he keeps an eye on job positions that might excuse him from her chain of command, but it’s a move he can’t make until she’s completely on board, lest he loses his one connection to her.
Nonetheless, Grey decides to give them both a fright, and Tim is just about done with the day. He cannot wait to get home, preferably with Lucy, though he thinks they might be out of time.
“Happy?” he asks, once they escape.
“Thrilled,” she responds. “I mean, that worked out perfectly.” She glances at her watch. “And we still have 55 minutes left.”
“Only problem is, I live 30 minutes away.” He had frantically been checking his maps app, feeling like their deadline is looming over them.
“Not if we hurry,” she responds with a smirk.
For all intents and purposes, the prank is over. They’ve been caught, they said “April Fools!”, it’s been resolved. Except, well, it sounds like it’s still on. And Tim isn’t going to argue with that. He walks faster, matching Lucy’s pace.
Celina tries to catch up to them. “Uh, where are you, uh, going?”
“Oh, home,” Lucy answers quickly, barely even looking back. “I’ll see you there!”
Tim is extremely grateful the roommate doesn’t follow them further, and decides to ignore the irony of never letting her into their little prank. Lucy quickly presses on the elevator button several times, like it’ll make the doors open faster, and he gently presses his shoulder against hers, desperate for the connection.
No one’s in the elevator once it arrives, nor does anyone except them get in. She presses the button his truck is on, and then presses the close button multiple times. He would tease the impatience, if he wasn’t feeling just as desperate. The clock is ticking, and he doesn’t want to waste a single moment.
“We probably shouldn’t do anything in the elevator,” Tim says out loud. “Grey already yelled at us. The prank is over.”
“Well, if he yells at us again, we can just say we were trying to fool someone else,” Lucy poses.
It takes less than two seconds for them to simultaneously lunge at each other, their mouths meeting halfway as the elevator doors close, and they begin to descend.