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The penthouse is nice.
Lucy doesn’t think she’s ever stayed somewhere so fancy, and she finds herself wandering through the rooms with wide eyes and a permanent look of awe on her face.
And the view.
And the pool.
“Tim. We have to go in the pool.”
Tim rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling as he drops his suitcase on the left side of the bed.
The one bed.
“This isn’t vacation, Chen. We’re here with a goal .”
“Yes, which doesn’t start until tomorrow , you grinch. Come on! Live a little, have a little fun!”
Tim shakes his head, but he already knows he’s going to give in.
He always does, when it comes to Lucy.
He’ll dip his toes in at the very least, which should be enough to make her happy.
“This place is so nice,” Lucy says, sighing as she flops back onto the bed. Her hair pools around her face and her head is so close to Tim’s thigh that he gives into his impulses and tugs on a strand of the soft, silky hair. He wants to run his fingers through it, but he’s already in enough trouble being on this operation, and he doesn’t need to invite further temptation.
“Yeah,” he agrees, and then stands up because he needs space.
He’s dating Ashley, he reminds himself. She’s nice, and sweet, and hot. The sex is good, and he knows he shouldn’t be feeling these things for his partner.
He shouldn’t feel butterflies when she smiles.
He shouldn’t want to hold her in his arms, or kiss her, or press her body into the ridiculously soft sheets.
He runs a hand through his hair and decides to get some air.
Lucy follows, because of course she does. Tim wants to be irritated, but he knows she’s not doing it on purpose. She doesn’t know how he feels. She doesn’t know that he’s basically been in love with her since she was his rookie and told him this won’t change her, but it’ll sure as hell change you, because no one else has ever understood him the way she does.
She doesn’t know, and so when she leans on the railing beside him, when her arm and thigh press into his, he takes a deep breath and tries to ignore it.
“It’s beautiful up here,” she says softly, and Tim makes a noise of agreement, but he’s not looking out at the view.
He’s looking at her.
Fuck, he needs to control himself. He needs to stuff these feelings down, and focus on what he can have, what he does have.
He has Ashley, and Lucy has Chris, and it’s fine.
It has to be.
Lucy is talking about the view, or the mission, or something, but Tim isn’t hearing the words she’s saying. He’s trying to figure out why the fuck he’d decided to take this mission, why he’d decided to go undercover with Lucy and pretend to be her boyfriend.
What the fuck had he been thinking?
“Tim!”
Tim startles, turning to face Lucy, and she’s giving him an odd look.
“Are you all right?” she asks, and he realizes that she’s been trying to get his attention.
“I’m fine,” he says, though not convincingly, and then he sighs, pushing away from the railing. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and begins walking along the edge of the pool. It’s a beautiful night, and the view really is spectacular. Despite the open balcony and the glass walls, they’re so high up that the balcony is private and away from prying eyes. He turns as he walks to see Lucy still leaning up against the railing, and he cannot do this.
He cannot pretend to be in love with her when he already is.
“Something’s wrong,” she says, and he shakes his head.
“I’m fine,” he insists, but Lucy clearly doesn’t believe him. She pushes away from the railing and stalks up to him, and she’s entirely too close. She’s smiling at him, and Tim’s going to kiss her if she doesn’t back the fuck up, and —
Tim sputters in surprise as he fights his way above the water, and had Lucy really pushed him in the fucking pool?
“What the fuck, Chen!” he shouts, pushing a hand through his wet hair. He’s in the shallow end, and he can stand up, but still.
Lucy is laughing so hard she can barely breathe. She’s doubled over, one hand on her thigh and the other on her stomach, and Tim’s glad that at least she finds this funny.
“You…”
She tries to speak through her laughter, but she can’t, and Tim rolls his eyes.
Well, it’s basically the same as a cold shower, and he’s feeling better than he had a moment ago, so at least something good had come of his impromptu dive into the pool at Lucy’s hand.
“Get the fuck over here and help me out,” he growls, and Lucy nods, wiping away tears as she walks over.
“You just looked so serious. I couldn’t help it,” she defends herself, and Tim really, truly plans on taking her hand and hauling himself out of the pool. He does. But when she’s standing on the edge, smiling like the actual ray of sunshine she is, he can’t help himself.
He takes her hand and pulls her in, and he feels a brief moment of triumph before Lucy surfaces and splashes a huge wave of water in his face.
She’s laughing again as he sputters and spits water out, and it is fucking on.
“You’re going to regret that,” he says threateningly, but Lucy just sticks her tongue out at him and swims a few feet away, trying in vain to get out of his splash zone.
Tim doesn’t go for the splash though; instead, he puts his hands on her shoulders and shoves her beneath the water, and he’s laughing brightly, his eyes crinkling as she resurfaces and sends him a look of complete astonishment.
“Cheater!” she cries, but Tim just shrugs and sends a wave of water toward her. She dodges it by jumping under the water, and when she comes up again she’s behind him, pushing a hand on his back and using her leg to knock his knees out from under him.
Tim absolutely does not squeal as he goes down. He hits the water with a splash, and Lucy laughs for a brief moment before he swims under the water, grabs her ankles, and pulls her down.
“Uncle!” she cries when she comes up again, but Tim isn’t willing to admit defeat yet.
He hasn’t smiled this much in … god, forever.
“No chance, Chen!”
They devolve into a splash war that would have made 12-year-old Tim proud, and Lucy is laughing hysterically. Tim’s heart is pounding in his chest, and his eyes are sparkling as he tries to outrun Lucy’s splashes.
She’s fast, though, and she keeps up with him, backing him into a corner and splashing him endlessly, her hands a terrible propeller of chlorinated water, and Tim just can’t catch a break.
“Stop!” he cries, chuckling, and he reaches out to grab her wrists and pin them to her sides.
Lucy looks up at him, meeting his eyes, and they’re both breathing heavily. She’s smiling in a way that tears down all of his defenses, and he’s so fucking in love with her that his chest hurts and he can’t breathe.
“Lucy,” he says, and his voice is hoarse, needy and full of the affection he’s worked so hard to deny.
“Tim,” she gasps, and her eyes flicker to his lips, then back up to his eyes, and her pupils dilate as she pulls a stuttering breath in.
He should let her go. He knows he should let her go. He has to let her go.
He’s with Ashley.
She has Chris.
But…
He can’t look away.
He can’t look away from her, because she is perfection.
Her hair is hanging in wet curls around her face, and water is falling in rivulets from her hair line, over her eyelashes and dripping to her lips. She darts her tongue out to catch a drop of the chlorinated water, and Tim makes a noise when he sees the tip of her pink tongue peek out from between her lips.
“Tim,” she says again, and she makes the first move.
(She never lets him forget that she made the first move).
She moans before she even touches him, and Tim thinks he might die.
“Lucy,” he groans, and then she’s kissing him.
She’s kissing him, and it’s even better than he’d imagined. Her lips are warm and soft, and the pool water tastes terrible, but beneath the chlorine is the taste of Lucy , and he chases it, one arm twining behind her back to hold her body hard against his, while the other tangles into his hair, gripping it and pressing his lips to hers. He bites her lip, and when she moans he takes the opportunity to press his tongue into her mouth, and when she presses her tongue to his, he is lost.
He pulls back with a groan, and runs his thumb over her swollen lower lip.
“Lucy,” he says, because he can’t do this. He can’t kiss her like this, and feel her body against his like this, without wanting everything.
“Tim,” she says, and her pupils are blown so wide he can barely see the chocolate brown of her eyes at all. Her hand is tangled in his soaking wet shirt, and he can feel the heat of her even in the cool pool water.
“I can’t,” he begins, and Lucy nods, and they both know they should pull away. They should put some distance between them, and pretend this never happened, because they’re both dating other people and they can’t.
Tim knows all of this, but he doesn’t do any of it.
Instead he turns Lucy around and presses her up against the edge of the pool. He quickly covers her body with his, and pushes one hand under her shirt, letting his arm palm press over her belly as he captures her lips again, and Lucy is putty in his hands.
She pulls away after a few seconds, and lays her head on his shoulder.
“Tim, we shouldn’t,” she gasps, and Tim snaps.
“I know, but I fucking want to,” he says, and he cups her cheek in one hand and meets her eyes, trying to convey the depth of his feelings as they pant and breathe in sync.
“Me, too,” Lucy whispers, and Tim wonders.
He wonders if he should tell her that he loves her. If he does, she might pull away, and he might not even have this one night. If he doesn’t, and they sleep together, and then he says something, she may never want to speak to him again. And, of course, if he sleeps with her and never says anything… well, he doesn’t know if he would survive that option.
The obvious choice is to not sleep together, but he’s fully hard against her stomach and he knows that stopping is not a choice anymore.
“I am in love with you,” he whispers, because his mouth and heart make the choice before his brain catches up, and he watches as shock and something close to amazement flash over Lucy’s features. He continues before she can speak, because he doesn’t know if he can stand to hear what she has to say. “I’m in love with you, and I have been for forever, Lucy. I’ve been in love with you since you were my Rookie. I’ve tried not to be. I swear to God, I tried. I didn’t… I know you don’t want this, and —”
Lucy cuts him off by surging forward and pressing her lips to his.
Tim kisses her for several long seconds, and he revels in it, because he knows that he might never have this again.
“Tim,” Lucy gasps as she pulls back, and she’s still pressed against Tim’s entire front, her chest against his and her stomach pressing against his aching cock. “I love you, too. I thought… when I stayed at your house, when you looked at me like that , but then you started dating Ashley, and I thought you didn’t feel the same.”
Tim shakes his head, and he thinks he might be crying except that he’s already soaked so he can’t tell.
Lucy loves him.
Lucy is in love with him.
“I’m going to take you to bed now,” he says, and he knows that, even though they apparently feel the same, he shouldn’t.
He’s still dating Ashley.
Lucy has Chris.
But he doesn’t give a fuck right now, and he’s going to strip the soaking wet clothes from Lucy’s body and make love to her.
“Please,” she gasps, and Tim climbs inelegantly out of the pool, reaching in to pull Lucy up, and when she’s out she presses herself right back up against him and she doesn’t think they’re going to make it to the bed.
Tim captures her lips with his own and reaches down to tug her shirt up and off, tossing it to the side. He doesn’t care where it lands; all he cares about is getting his hands on her body, on caressing the wet, warm skin of her stomach. He wants more ; he wants to touch every bit of her, to lick the water from every inch of her skin.
“Oh, fuck,” Lucy groans, arching her back as Tim bites her nipple through her bra, and she’s reaching for the clasp with shaking hands, pulling it off and tossing it away to give Tim full access to her breasts, and he does not waste the opportunity.
He immediately cups one in his hand, loving the way it fills his palm perfectly, while he lowers his mouth to the other. Lucy groans at the feeling of his wet, warm tongue on her nipple, and hitches her hips against his. She can feel him through his jeans, and those can’t be comfortable…
She reaches down and pops the button on his pants, shoving them down desperately. Tim helps her, but wet jeans are tricky, and they both break into laughter when Tim has to pull away and tug them off like a particularly insistent second set of skin.
Lucy’s giggles are cut off when Tim returns his attention to her body, his mouth capturing the breast that he hadn’t given attention to before as he reaches for her pants. Hers are easier to pull off, and he presses her back against the cold tile of the balcony as he pulls her panties down her legs.
“What happened to taking me to bed?” she asks, letting her thighs fall open, and she feels wanton, completely naked before him with his eyes roaming up and down her body, the heat and need clear in them. She feels wanted and loved in a way she’s never felt with Chris.
Tim just shakes his head, his hands traveling down her thighs and pushing them further apart. He’s settling between them, and Lucy closes her eyes, not sure she’s going to survive this.
She cries out the second his lips touch her, her eyes screwing shut as she reaches down and tangles a hand in his hair, tugging and pulling as he flattens his tongue and presses it against her clit. His fingers are digging into the meat of her thighs, and she cries out as he presses his tongue inside of her, pressing against the walls of her pussy, and she’s going to come embarrassingly quickly.
“Tim,” she moans, and he grins against her center, wrapping his tongue around her clit as he moves a hand from her thigh. He presses two fingers into her sopping wet hole, and she comes with a scream, her thighs tightening around his face as she bucks into his mouth. “Tim!” she screams, and he licks her gently until she calms down, her back falling against the tile. He moves his lips from her pussy and trails them down her inner thigh, biting and sucking bruises into the soft, supple flesh.
Lucy is pulling on his arms, trying to move him to where she can kiss him, and he eventually obliges, but not before he trails kisses up her stomach, stopping briefly to lave attention on her breasts.
He meets her eyes, and he’d known he was a goner, but the look of absolute bliss, the glazed expression in her eyes, undoes him.
“Can I… fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he groans, and he presses his face into Lucy’s neck. “Lucy.”
Lucy shakes her head, digging her fingers into his hair and hauling his face to hers, capturing his lips and reaching down to tug on his shirt. She has to break the kiss to pull it off, but she goes back to it immediately, pressing her tongue into his mouth as she uses her feet to push his boxers down. He kicks them off, and then he’s pressing into her stomach, hot and hard and already leaking precome.
“I don’t care,” she gasps, and Tim knows he’s already made a few stupid decisions tonight but this one might take the cake.
But he trusts her.
“Are you sure?” he asks, because he has to, but he’s already pressing her legs open again, grabbing his length in his hand. He’s harder than he’s ever been, and so desperate to be inside Lucy’s tight, wet pussy.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m clean. I’ve never had sex without a condom, Tim. I’m on birth control. Please, fuck me, now.”
Tim knows that this should be a much longer conversation, but he doesn’t care right now. He’s clean, too, and he trusts Lucy. He trusts that she’s clean if she says she’s clean, so he guides his cock to her entrance and presses the head inside, groaning as it’s enveloped by Lucy’s hot, wet cunt.
She throws her head back, gripping onto his arms tightly as he presses inside. He’s hot and thick, and Lucy’s never felt anything like it.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, and he captures Lucy’s lips in a sloppy kiss as he hitches her thighs around his hips. He sinks in just a little deeper, and he could die happily right now, he thinks.
“Tim,” she begs, and he nods, one hand running up and down her side, brushing his fingers over her nipple as he pulls out and pushes back in, his stomach clenching. His other hand is cupped beneath her knee, holding her leg to his hip.
“I fucking love you,” he groans, and and he bites her shoulder as he sets a punishing pace.
Lucy’s back is cold against the tile of the balcony, but the rest of her body is enveloped in Tim’s warm heat, and she feels like she’s on fire . She feels like she’s going to shake apart, like she’s going to shatter any moment.
“Please, please, please,” she chants, and she doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, she just knows that there’s a huge ball of fire in her stomach and she’s so close to the edge. Her thighs are trembling where they’re wrapped around Tim’s hips, and he’s thrusting so hard into her that she feels her back inching up against the tile.
“Are you close?” he gasps, because he is, and he desperately wants her to come again before he does. She nods, and he reaches down, pressing a finger to her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
Lucy erupts.
Her entire body is on fire; her back arches, and her vision blacks out as Tim continues to thrust into her. Her pussy is squeezing Tim so tightly that he can’t do anything but give in, and he continues to rub Lucy’s clit as he cums inside of her. He groans when he feels a gush of wet, warm liquid on his cock, and then he comes even harder when he realizes what is happening.
Lucy cries out, her fingernails digging into Tim’s back, and he feels like he’s going to faint. His entire body is trembling, his back is stinging where Lucy has scratched him, and he’s still cumming.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, and he collapses, groaning as he presses his hip and side to the tile before moving Lucy on top of him. Her legs are still shaking and she’s fairly certain she’s never come that hard in her entire life.
“Did you squirt?” Tim asks quietly, grinning as he runs one hand up and down Lucy’s back.
She blushes and pushes her head further into his chest.
“Maybe. I’ve never done that before. Sorry.”
Tim shakes his head, and reaches out to grasp Lucy’s chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Don’t apologize, that was fucking hot,” he says, and Lucy grins, still blushing.
They’re silent for a few moments as Tim helps Lucy climb off of him. His cock slips out of her, and he groans when he sees his cum sliding out of her.
“Did you mean it?” Lucy asks when she’s sitting on the tile beside him, and Tim sits up faster than is probably advisable considering how hard he’d just cum.
He reaches out and draws Lucy into his arms, holding her tightly.
“Yes. I love you so much, Lu. I have loved you for so long.”
“OK,” she whispers, and she breathes out a sigh of relief. “Me, too. I love you, too, Tim.”
Tim smiles, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing those words.
Lucy ruins the moment in true Lucy fashion when she wiggles in his lap, and he turns to look at her. She’s biting her lip and grinning, and he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her.
“Want to go for a swim? We’re already naked,” she reasons, and Tim throws his head back, laughing. He kisses her long and hard, and then scoots to the edge of the pool before throwing Lucy in.
She shrieks, and he laughs as he jumps in after her.