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Tim doesn’t hate the outdoors per say; he takes Kojo on walks outside all the time, and entertains Lucy when she’s in the mood to hike a trail, and take her to picnic spots in the national parks when he’s so inclined.
But he simply prefers other things.
After spending so much time outside during his army days with bugs and unpredictable terrain, he hardly finds himself complaining that his air conditioning is too cold or that inside is too dark.
He quite likes the cold and darkness, especially when Lucy is there to keep him warm. And maybe Kojo, though he’d never admit it out loud.
Despite his grievances with the outdoors, he won’t tell Lucy no; hence he’s in the driver’s seat of his truck with Lucy next to him, Kojo in the backseat and camping supplies in the bed of the truck.
“I’ve read the guidelines cover to cover. Our spot gives us one of the best sunset views in the park and there’s river not too far away,” she rattles off, not even looking at him.
He can listen to her talk about anything; even the most trivial, uninteresting topics on earth, especially if she loves it.
“Some of the trees here are hundreds of years old,” she continues. “Being around nature that has survived so many years can really open your heart and mind to energies of wisdom and fulfillment of you embrace the space.”
He cracks a smile, “Mhm.”
“Well don’t sound too excited,” she huffs playfully.
He finally glances at her then, and meets brown eyes staring directly at him. She’s beautiful in her cropped tank and leggings, and messy hair that’s been blown in every direction by the wind.
A smile tugs at his lips again; Kojo’s fur looks better kept than her hair at this point and he’s had his head out the window for the last ten minutes.
“You know I’d go anywhere with you babe,” he reassures her.
“Maybe, but you’d still hate it.”
‘You’re a hateful person’ she’d jokingly implied once. But that’s the Tim everyone else gets, not her Tim. He loves everything that has anything to do with his Lucy.
He reaches across to center console to grab her thigh, “Let me rephrase, I love going anywhere with you Lucy.”
Her cheeks flush and she tilts her head at him. He loves that flush, and he loves how easily he can cause it even more.
“Well thank you for coming. Kojo and I really appreciate it.” she says sweetly as he pulls into their camping spot.
Yes. Kojo does appreciate it if the way he starts spinning in the backseat is anything to go by.
“Speaking of my baby boy,” she glances at him, “I think he’s ready to get out there.”
“Baby boy, yeah okay. He takes up more than half the damn bed at night.” he mocks her halfheartedly.
He loves this side of her; the nurturing mother like attitude that gives him a sneak peek into what the rest of his life will look like when they have human babies.
They’ve talked about it, and the thought never fails to make his blood rush; especially now as he watches her round the vehicle to help Kojo get his booties on.
“Yeah, the same baby you have birthday parties and make homemade treats for. You aren’t fooling anyone but yourself with that tough guy act.”
He can’t exactly deny it, so he doesn’t and looks away instead.
“But if it makes you feel better,” she says once she’s done, and steps into his personal space. “You’re still my favorite boy.”
He leans in for a kiss and she falls into him easily, and he feels vindicated. Her favorite– that’s all he needs to be.
Then their boy whines behind her and she pushes off of him.
“Selfish,” he mumbles, eyeing the dog behind her.
Lucy takes Kojo to the stream nearby, leaving him to set up camp on his own– more so, he tells her to, and they get back just before the sun starts setting just as she’d promised.
His heart is ready to jump out of his chest by the time they settle on the blanket and pillows he arranged in the bed of his truck, and he can only hope his face doesn’t show it.
“He has something for you,” she says with a grin, then openly laughs at the way he cringes when their dog drops a wet rock in his lap.
“Very funny,” he rolls his eyes.
“It’s not meant to be funny Tim. He brought you a gift to show his thanks for bringing us out here,” she huffs.
“Really?” he huffs.
It’s shaped like a heart he realizes, and is somewhat amused by it. He’ll keep it but he’s definitely not about to say that.
“Okay, so then what you do I get from you?” he says instead.
Her cheeks tinge pink under his gaze but her tone doesn’t give away her flustered feeling, “You get me of course. What’s better than my company?”
“Mhm,” he hums, letting his eyes roam shamelessly over her body.
“Stop it,” she swats his arm, but it’s halfhearted. Her eyes are shining and she leans into his frame.
“I’m not doing–”
“Oh my God,” she grabs his arm with surprising force. “That’s so beautiful.”
Her gaze latches onto the skyline– the sun lowering. Tim couldn’t be bothered with that, he can see the reflection of the light on her face– literally and figuratively.
She’s glowing, and he can practically feel the energy flowing freely from her. This is that feeling she’s been talking about all week; the freeness and love that comes with opening your heart to life.
His heart is open to her.
God, he can stare at her for hours.
“I know you wanted to get away from technology and live in the moment this weekend but do you want a picture?” he says eventually.
She nods wordlessly, still holding onto his hand as he helps her get down from their makeshift bed.
“No, I want one with you and Kojo,” she grumbles when he lifts the camera.
Falling in line next to her is easy; getting Kojo to sit still long enough to take the picture is another battle entirely. But they manage, and after three without him and five blurry takes with him, he gets one good enough to make Lucy beam.
He lets the camera slide into her hands and the moment she turns her back to him to capture the sunset, his pulse spikes.
The velvet box feels heavy in his palm when he’s fishes it out of his pocket, and he wobbles only a little as he lowers himself on one knee.
The nerves that have been eating away at him dissipate the moment she turns back to him; but his words are lost.
“Tim,” she mumbles, eyes watering already.
“Um, I– Lucy this is– I just–” then he chuckles softly before adding, “I had a whole speech planned.”
“I bet mr. perfectionist,” she sniffles and chuckles with him, “Just ask me Tim.”
Their eyes meet and the energy that flows between them is seamless.
“Lucy, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you–” Kojo nudges his knee before walking between them. “and Kojo. Will you–”
“Yes,” she nods eagerly before biting her lip. “Wait sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
She’s just about to bring her hands to her face when he latches onto her left wrist and pulls her hand back down. The ring fits like it’s meant to be there– like she’s meant to be his.
She falls into him as he stands; they kiss and it’s messy, and she’s heavy but he carries her weigh well; and he’s looking forward to supporting her in every way for the rest of their lives.
Kojo nudges them again, this time with enough force to almost topple them over but Lucy couldn’t be bothered.
She brings her hands to frame his face and their kisses only grow more eager– less sentimental and more intentional.
He attempts to step back to put distance between them, but she follows, chasing his lips.
“Someone’s being clingy now,” he murmurs into their kiss.
“Mhm, I’m ready to show my appreciation now.”
She pulls away finally, and his pulse spikes now for an entirely different reason as she climbs back into the bed of his truck.
He follows of course; he’s not an idiot, but his movements are less than graceful as she pushes him back on the blanket beneath them.
“You sure?” he asks, glancing at their surroundings.
They may be alone but the camp ground is hardly a ‘private’ place; not to mention Kojo who’s found a nice spot to lay down just close enough to see them.
“You have no idea how bad I need you right now.”
Fuck.
Sex in semi-public places isn’t a new concept to them either, but he’s never had Lucy strip in such a public place the way she’s doing now.
Her top falls beside them first, then her bra, and she reaches for his shirt as their lips meet. It’s slow and hot and he can’t hide the bulge that forms in his pants.
She backs away to force his t-shirt over his head, letting her hands roam freely over his now bare chest. His hands, which laid flat against her thighs until now, settle on her hips, anchoring her as he rolls his pelvis upwards.
The heat builds between them and she moans into their kiss, reaching for his belt as he sits up licks his way into her mouth. It’s a blind fumble of fingers and uncoordinated movement but the moment her hands wraps around him his head is gone.
He’s hot and heavy in her palm and he immediately finds it unfair that he can’t touch where he wants to.
“Tonight is about you,” he murmurs in a haze of lust.
Her grip tightens around his length, “Well I’m not engaged to myself am I?”
“Then take these off for me” he pulls at the waistband of her leggings.
She rolls off of him to get rid of them, and Tim can’t hide the awe on his face as she watches her get naked. Then she nudges him– hard, gesturing to his open pants.
Right, he should get naked too.
His face grows warm when she swings her leg over his lap again, and this time he can feel her dripping against his thigh. Then she spits into her hand and grips him with more force this time.
He reaches around her, sliding his fingers through her wet folds from the back and she arches into him. They move in sync, matching each other’s pace and pressure, and it’s like they breathe and moan as one.
“Wait, I need to fuck you,” she says without shame.
She rises on her knees and with his help lowers herself on his length and her tight, warm pussy feelings different around him– better. It must be the ring– the intention, he swears, because fucking her this morning wasn’t nearly as life changing as this.
His fiancée is on top, not his girlfriend, and she feels so fucking good.
Their patience dwindles to nothing and the pace they set gives him a heady feeling. She clings to his shoulders, and his hands grip her ass in a way that will probably leave bruises in the morning.
“Fuck Tim–” she gasp in his neck.
They aren’t exactly quiet either, and he has half a mind to consider Kojo who sits close by; he’s heard them before, but he’s certainly never seen them have sex.
Lucy has always been very particular about that, but not anymore; not now as she rides him openly, stark naked.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says into the skin of her chest before pulling a nipple into his mouth.
He licks and sucks and grazes the peak with his teeth and it has her squirming in his lap. The sound of skin slapping is obscene and he’s knows he can never have a trip like this again without remembering the way she clenches around him now.
She’s close; he hears it in her moans and feel it in the way her bouncing grows more desperate, and he’s right there with her.
“You’re close huh?” he looks at at her.
“Mhm, yeah.”
“What do you need?” their eyes meet.
Her hands frame the sides of his neck, “Keep talking to me.”
He can’t fight the grin that wants to form, “Talk about what? How good you feel? I love being in this pussy.”
She clenches again; she loves when he’s inside her too and he knows it.
“Or maybe we should talk about your new ring?”
That riles her up even more, just as he suspected it would; her eyes flutter, the bounce slows to a grind and she makes a pitiful sound from the back of her throat.
He pats her ass hard enough for it to sting, “You like that huh? That rings means that I’m the only man you’re allowed to come for.”
“Yeah– shit, I’m coming,” she whines and hides her face in his neck.
“Fuck– let me feel it Lucy.”
She shudder apart on his cock, dripping past him and onto the blanket beneath them and creating a sticky mess in his lap.
But he’s still hard and so close by the time her senses return, so the moment her body goes lax he flips them.
Her body kicks into overdrive immediately, ankles locking behind his back fucks into her, and she pulls him closer to lick and suck a trail along his throat. Yeah, this will be one of those nights.
One particularly hard thrust has her back arching, “Fucking hell, it’s so deep.”
“Yeah, and when we get married, I’ll be in this pussy every night.”
Her hands find his waist, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, but he doesn’t let up. She bound to come again at this rate and sure enough, he feels vindicated when her body starts trembling.
“You gonna come again?” he asks smugly, already knowing the answer.
“Uh huh,” her responses are reduced to swear words, whiny sounds and broken sentences.
“Let me see you come again like a good girl.”
Shit.
The response is immediate. She sobs this time and it’s almost enough to trigger his own orgasm– almost. But her legs drop from his back, her entire body convulses and she starts trying to push him away.
He stops completely, unable to get any deeper, “Move your hand,”
She shakes her head, “No, I can’t–”
“You can.”
“Tim please, I can– let me suck you off instead,” she begs, still shaking.
“Why? I want to come inside you,” he says then leans forward, inching into her a little.
They have a safe word, and she knows she can use it any time she’s serious about things being too much. But she’s not using it, only begging, and the realization goes straight to his cock.
“What’s the problem?” he asks again.
“Please, I can’t take it. It’s– I’m sensitive and it hurts and–”
“I thought you wanted to show appreciation?” he throws her words back at her as he pulls out and lays her on her side.
He presses himself against her back and slides into her without warning, knocking a groan from her mouth.
He hisses at the tight fit; she always tight like this but he slides in and out easily through all the slick of her orgasm.
“Oh my– fuck fuck fuck,” she whines trying to pull away.
“Stop running Sergeant,” he groans into her ear.
Her hand reaches back to grab his head and his reaches forward to palm her breasts. Despite all her whining, Lucy is just as into it as he is and the thought triggers the heavy feeling at the base of his spine.
He presses his pelvis flush against her ass as he empties himself inside her, knowing that months from now he’ll be doing this when she’s no longer on birth control.
They lay there clinging to each other, and he can feel the cold band of her new engagement ring against his heated skin where her hand lays on top of his on her stomach.
“I love camping,” he murmurs.
And though he doesn’t see it, he knows she rolls her eyes, “Oh shut up.”