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Assistant: Title: I Got 99 Kinks (And Chenford To Explore Them All)
        Author: blondezilla90 blondezilla90 
        Chapter: 99/99 
        Summary: Summer Hiatus Project: I created a list of 99 kinks that will be filled till season 7 starts. Click to find out what adventures Chenhornyford awaits.
            
            Lucy has her period and tries to get herself off, Tim noticing and asking to join in.
        Contents: Chapter 99: Slow S@x/Feelings
    

    

        
          
          
            My spec for season 7.
          
        

      
        
          It's done. 8 months. 99 Chapters. Over a quater million words.This all wouldn't have been possible without Cryssi. Gurl, I owe you everything. You kept feeding me ideas, reassured me when I wasn't sure and you hyped me up. I lowe you big time. You're the best writing, spec and riffing partner one could have and I hope we'll keep working on stuff together till the end of the show. It was a wild ride, ups and downs, but so worth it in the end. ILY Gurl <3To my readers: This chapter is decicated to you.I quite honestly don't know what to tell you. So many of you were here for every chapter, left kudos and comments. You stuck through this ride with me and it literally means the world to me. I'm not the best writer, and I set myself an impossible challenge that many times I thought I'd give up on, especially when my mental health beat me down. Alas, I kept going and all this wouldn't have happened without you either. I want to name a few of you, but I'm completely overwhelemed right now. If any of you have twitter/bluesky please drop me your name so I can search and follow you. You guys are truly the best. THANK YOU. THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES. This was an amazing ride, but I'm glad it's coming to an end. I'm all f@ck@d out quite literally.Now it's time to focus on Season 7. #HappyRookieTuesday
      
  

  
  
    
    Lucy stared out the window of her apartment, the city lights casting a faint glow against the dark. The quiet hum of Los Angeles felt like a distant echo to the storm inside her chest. Lately, she caught her mind drifting more often to Tim and how things had been going between them. After the breakup they had successfully managed to rebuild their friendship, and they were both in a good place. She thought she’d moved on or at least convinced herself she had.But the truth lingered, sharp and undeniable: she was still in love with Tim.He kept his promise to her of trying to make it up to her in small doses. Whether it was bringing her a coffee at work or buying an extra bear claw when her blood sugar dropped because she had yet again not managed to eat breakfast. The almost daily texts to check in with her or the occasional phone call after a particularly rough day.Lucy noticed the change in him quick, the effect of therapy and his attendance at veteran’s group. Tim talked to her more freely, reached out when he needed to and stopped avoiding whatever troubled him. He stopped pushing her away and made an effort to walk towards her and soon they found their way back to a version of themselves that felt achingly familiar and yet so different.The ease between them, the teasing, the way he looked at her when she made him laugh, all of it whispered of something more, something they used to have. But every time those feelings surged forward, threatening to overtake her, Lucy pulled back.Was it worth it to risk everything again? What if they tried and failed? What if she lost him for good?Her heart ached at the thought. She’d rather have Tim as a friend than not have him in her life at all. But was that enough? Could she stand to see him move on with someone else, knowing she’d never said anything? Could she be content with stolen glances? What could have been?Lucy ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with herself.She thought about the way he’d touched her arm the other day, a fleeting gesture that sent warmth spiraling through her. The way he always knew when she needed a pep talk or when she just needed space. The way his voice softened when he said her name and the countless times he challenged her at work, making their jobs a little less serious and a lot more fun.Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Lucy blinked, glancing at the clock. It was late, too late for visitors. Her frown deepened as she pushed herself off the couch, padding softly toward the door. Peeking through the peephole, her surprise only grew as she opened the door.“Angela?” Lucy asked, concern creeping into her voice. “Is everything okay?”Angela nodded, but her gaze darted down the hallway before she reached into her jacket pocket. She pulled out a small USB drive and tossed it toward Lucy, who instinctively caught it.“Watch it,” Angela said simply, her tone clipped, almost as if she were giving an order. “But you didn’t get it from me.”Lucy’s brow furrowed as she looked down at the USB drive in her hand, her confusion deepening. By the time she glanced back up, Angela was already walking away, her leather jacket swaying with every step.“Angela, wait!” Lucy called after her, but the other woman didn’t stop. She didn’t even look back. Within seconds, she disappeared down the stairwell, leaving Lucy standing frozen in the doorway.What the hell was this about?Slowly, Lucy closed the door and locked it, her fingers gripping the USB drive tightly. She stared at it for a long moment, her mind racing. Curiosity peaked. Lucy made her way over to the laptop. She stuck the drive in and waited for it to connect. She clicked on the drive and waited for the window to open, a single file on there with a date and a time stamp.Lucy stared at the file on the screen, her cursor hovering over the video. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting to find on the USB drive, but it certainly hadn’t been this. Her breath caught in her throat as the thumbnail, a frozen frame of Tim sitting across from Blaire in what was unmistakably a therapy session, stared back at her.Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, and she pulled back her hand like it had been burned. The thought of watching something so personal, so intimate, felt wrong. Sure, half the department had seen snippets in preparation for trial, but she hadn’t, not out of lack of opportunity but because it felt like an invasion of Tim’s privacy.Yet Angela had gone out of her way to bring this to her. Why? Why now? Why her?Lucy closed her laptop and pressed her hands to her face, willing herself to leave it alone. But the curiosity burned, insistent and loud. Angela wouldn’t have come to her for no reason. Maybe there was something Tim wanted her to see but couldn’t bring himself to say.“D@mn it, Angela,” Lucy muttered under her breath as she flipped the laptop open again. Her hands trembled as she clicked on the video.The screen came to life, showing Blaire sitting in her usual calm, composed posture, notebook in hand. Across from her, Tim sat stiffly, his usual guarded expression in place. Lucy’s heart squeezed painfully at the sight of him. She hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.“How are you doing, Tim?” Blaire’s voice was gentle but firm. There was a long pause. Lucy leaned forward, holding her breath, as Tim shifted in his seat, his jaw tightening.“Not well,” he admitted finally, his voice low and rough. Blaire tilted her head slightly.“Why not?” Another pause.Lucy could practically see the battle waging inside him, the way his shoulders tensed like he was bracing himself for impact.“Because I miss her,” Tim practically whispered, and Blair leaned forward."Miss who?" she prodded, knowing Tim needed to say it. Lucy held her breath, waiting."Lucy," his voice cracked, cutting through the silence, and she released a breath, her hand flying to her mouth. She paused the video, her pulse racing as the words echoed in her ears. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad. She debated stopping altogether, but the pull was too strong. Swallowing hard, she hit play again.“What happened between you and Lucy?” Blaire asked, her tone encouraging but not prying. Tim’s head dropped slightly, and he rubbed the back of his neck, a familiar gesture of discomfort.“She’s the love of my life,” he said so softly Lucy almost didn’t catch it. The words hit her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath. “But I broke up with her.”“Why did you do that?” Blaire frowned slightly. Tim looked up at her, his eyes filled with a vulnerability Lucy had rarely seen.“Because she’s... amazing. She deserves everything. And I can’t give her what she deserves. I’m broken.” His voice was soft, and Lucy’s heart ached at his words. She wanted to reach through the screen and shake him, to tell him he was wrong, that he’d given her more than he could ever know.“What do you think Lucy expects from you, Tim?”Tim’s brow furrowed deeply, and he was silent for what felt like an eternity. Lucy held her breath, her fingers digging into her thighs as she waited for his answer. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.“To let her in. To stop pushing her away. To love her without holding back.”Lucy froze, her chest tightening painfully. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized how much he’d been holding back, not just from her but himself.They had talked in length about all the baggage he came with, all the trauma he had to deal with, and Lucy never once realized how everything had affected him. She paused the video, her hands trembling as she closed the laptop. The weight of his words hung heavy in the room, and she pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.-Lucy gripped the steering wheel tightly as she pulled into the parking lot of the station. Her mind raced with everything she wanted to say, but her stomach churned with nerves. She had stayed up most of the night thinking about Tim, about what it meant and what she should do. She knew she had to tell him, and she desperately wanted to talk about the content with him.Spotting his truck parked in its usual spot, Lucy exhaled deeply, steeling herself. This was Tim. Her Tim. The man who’d stood by her through thick and thin, who knew her better than almost anyone. She could do this. She had to.Her eyes caught movement, and she spotted Tim standing by the side of his truck, talking to Nyla. The two appeared to be mid-conversation, but Tim’s posture was relaxed, his arms crossed casually as Nyla gestured animatedly. Lucy parked and stepped out of her car, her steps firm and purposeful as she approached. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, but she ignored it, focusing on the task at hand.“Hey,” she greeted, trying to keep her voice steady. Both Tim and Nyla turned toward her. Nyla raised an eyebrow, her sharp eyes darting between the two of them as if she immediately sensed something was up.“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Lucy asked, looking directly at Tim. Tim glanced at Nyla, who gave him a knowing smirk before waving her hand dismissively.“Don’t let me keep you. I’ll catch you later,” she said, walking off toward the station. Tim turned back to Lucy, his brow furrowing slightly in curiosity.“What’s up?”“Walk with me?” Lucy asked, nodding toward the station. Tim hesitated for a moment, then fell into step beside her. They walked in silence, the gravel crunching beneath their feet as they crossed the lot. Lucy’s pulse quickened, and her words jumbled in her head.“Angela dropped something off for me last night,” she blurted out. Tim stopped walking, his brows knitting together in confusion.“Angela? What’d she give you?” Lucy paused, turning to face him fully. She bit her lip, unsure of how to phrase it.“It was… a video.” Tim’s expression shifted immediately. His jaw tensed, and his eyes narrowed slightly, though not with anger, more like apprehension.“A video of what?” Lucy looked around, suddenly hyper-aware of the other officers moving around the lot. She took a step closer to him, lowering her voice.“Not here. Let’s talk about it somewhere else.”“Lucy, what kind of video are we talking about?” He pressed his hand on her shoulder to make her turn towards him.“It was a clip from one of your therapy sessions with Blair,” she admitted softly, her voice tinged with guilt. “I wasn’t going to watch it, but Angela…she just left it with me and told me to watch it. I didn’t know what to do.”Tim blinked, stunned. For a moment, he said nothing, processing her words.“You… watched it?” He finally asked. Lucy nodded, her stomach twisting.“I did. I wasn’t sure if I should, but… I did.” Tim let out a slow breath, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions, shock, wariness, and something she couldn’t quite place.“What was on it?” he asked quietly.“Not here,” she repeated firmly. Her gaze softened as she added, “Come to dinner with me tonight. At the pho truck. I’ll tell you everything.”“Dinner?” he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. Tim’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Of all the responses he seemed to expect, this wasn’t one of them. Lucy smiled nervously, trying to lighten the moment.“It’s still your favorite, right? I’ll buy.” Tim stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to her relief, he nodded.“Okay. Dinner.” Lucy exhaled, feeling a small weight lift from her chest.“Great. I’ll text you the time.” Tim nodded again, though his brow remained furrowed as he glanced back toward the station.“Guess I’ll see you later.”-The evening air was crisp but not too cold, the hum of the city blending with the soft chatter of other diners scattered around the food truck. Tim and Lucy sat at a small table under the glow of string lights, each nursing a steaming bowl of pho. The food truck’s familiar warmth wrapped around them, but the weight of unspoken words made the air feel heavy. Tim eventually set his spoon down and leaned back slightly, his eyes meeting Lucy’s across the table. He took a long sip of his soda, and Lucy raised her eyebrow when he leaned over.“Alright,” he said, breaking the silence. “Let’s address the elephant in the room.”Lucy paused mid-bite, her stomach flipping. She set her chopsticks down carefully, her nerves buzzing.“You want to know about the video,” she said, more a statement than a question.“Yeah. I need to know what was on it.” Tim nodded, his expression unreadable. Lucy hesitated, taking a deep breath.“It was a clip of your therapy session with Blair. She asked how you were doing, and you… you said you weren’t doing well.” She glanced up to gauge his reaction, but his face remained neutral, his eyes fixed on hers. “When she asked why, you said it was because you missed me.”Tim exhaled sharply but stayed silent, his jaw tightening slightly. Lucy pushed forward before her courage failed her.“Then Blair asked what happened between us, and you told her… you told her I was the love of your life,” Lucy said, her voice soft. Her eyes flickered with emotion, but she kept going. “But you said you didn’t deserve me. That I was amazing, and you couldn’t give me what I wanted.”Tim’s hand twitched on the table, but he didn’t speak. Lucy leaned forward, her voice trembling slightly.“You should have let me decide what I deserved, Tim. You didn’t have to make that decision for me. I wish you’d just told me how you felt. That you’d opened up to me.” Tim finally looked away, his gaze dropping to his untouched bowl.“I couldn’t, Lucy,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I didn’t even understand myself back then. I didn’t know how to deal with everything I was feeling. It took me a long time to figure it out.”“I know that now,” she said gently. “I can see how much you’ve changed. You’re… better, Tim. You’re happier and healthier, more in tune with yourself.”Tim’s head snapped up at that, and something flickered in his eyes, an emotion she couldn’t quite place. He stayed quiet, his lips pressing into a thin line.“What’s wrong?” Lucy asked, her heart sinking. “Did I say something wrong?”“It’s not that,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’re right. I am healthier, and I’ve worked on a lot of stuff. But happier? I’m not sure I’d say that.”“Why not?” Lucy frowned. Tim’s eyes locked onto hers, and for the first time that night, his vulnerability was laid bare.“Because I still miss you,” he said simply. “and now you know you’re the love of my life. And...as much as I’m happy we’re friends again...I miss you as my everything. I want to try again. I just didn’t know how to ask..”“You want to try again?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. The confession hit Lucy like a wave, her chest tightening as her emotions bubbled to the surface. She sat back, blinking rapidly as she tried to process his words. “Yeah, I do. I didn’t want to screw this up, though. We’ve worked so hard to get back to a good place, and I didn’t want to risk losing that,” his voice trails off.“That’s exactly why I didn’t say anything,” she admitted. “I was scared, too. We got our friendship back, and I didn’t want to lose you for good if it didn’t work out a second time. I care too much about you.”“I’m wondering if we can make it this time, you know? We know what is wrong the first time around. And I miss you like crazy.” Lucy whispers, and Tim’s eyes soften.“Guess we’ve both been too scared to take the leap.” Tim’s lips curved into a small, almost self-deprecating smile.“Maybe it’s time we stop being scared.” Lucy reached across the table, her hand brushing against his. Tim’s gaze softened further, his fingers curling around hers.“You sure about that?”“I don’t know,” she blinked her eyes at him, “but I know you’re the love of my life too, and I don’t want to look back in however many years and wonder: ‘What if?’”“Lucy,” he murmured, and she gave him a smile, squeezing his hand.“But we need to take this slow. We need to treat this like something new,” she said and Tim nodded his head, staring at her for the longest time.-Tim adjusted the collar of his casual button-up shirt for the third time, catching his reflection in the hallway mirror. He wasn’t used to feeling this nervousness, especially not about Lucy. But this wasn’t just another dinner or a casual hangout after work. This was their first real date since they’d decided to give things another shot.She hadn’t told him much, just to wear casual clothes and be ready by six. That lack of information had left him simultaneously excited and apprehensive. Lucy was unpredictable, and he could only imagine what she had planned. His heart nearly beat out of his chest when the doorbell rang. Tim took a steady breath, wiped his hands on his jeans, and opened the door. Lucy stood there, wearing a pair of fitted jeans, sneakers, and a simple but flattering hoodie. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her smile lighting up the space between them.“Hey,” she greeted, a hint of shyness in her tone.“Hey,” he replied, his own nerves softening at the sight of her. For a moment, they just stood there, taking each other in.“You ready?” Lucy asked, rocking back slightly on her heels. Tim grabbed his jacket from the hook.“Yeah. I still have no idea what we’re doing, though.”“That’s the point,” she teased, her smile growing as she led him to her car.The drive was filled with easy conversation, their nerves easing into the rhythm they knew so well. Tim leaned back in the passenger seat, his arms crossed, as he tried and failed to extract any information.“Come on,” he prodded, his tone playful. “You can’t just spring something on me like this. What’s the plan?”“You’ll see,” Lucy replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.“Is it a restaurant? A show? Something outdoors?” he pressed, smirking when she shook her head at each guess.“I’m not telling you,” she said firmly, though the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. “You’ll just have to trust me.”Lucy kept driving and eventually she turned into a parking lot, and Tim’s curiosity peaked as he looked around. His eyes widened as the sign for the gun range came into view.“Wait,” he said, sitting up straighter. “You planned a date… at a gun range?”“Yup.” Lucy parked the car, her smile widening as she looked at him. Tim blinked, momentarily stunned. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then laughed. A rare, genuine laugh that made Lucy’s heart flutter.“I’ve got to admit, I didn’t see that coming.” Lucy shrugged, feigning nonchalance.“I figured it’s been a while since you’ve had fun shooting something for the sake of it, and you always seem so in your element at the range. Plus…” She bit her lip, her gaze flickering toward his. , “It’s hot.”Tim stared at her for a moment, his chest tightening. The thoughtfulness of the gesture hit him hard, and he shook his head slightly.“You really planned this for me?”“Well, it’s for us, but yeah. Come on. Let’s see if you can beat the Mid-Wilshire shooting champ,” she winks, and Tim chuckled, climbing out of the car.“Alright, Chen. But don’t blame me if I blow you out of the water.” Lucy laughed as they walked toward the entrance together, her excitement contagious.“We’ll see about that.”Tim adjusted the protective ear muffs over his head, glancing at Lucy as she inspected the Glock 19 she’d chosen. Her focus was sharp, her brow slightly furrowed as she checked the magazine and chamber with the practiced ease of someone who had spent countless hours at the range. He couldn’t help but smile.“You look pretty serious over there,” Tim teased, setting up his station beside hers. Lucy glanced at him, a playful glint in her eyes.“What? Are you intimidated already, Bradford?”“Not intimidated. Just impressed you think you have a chance against me.” Tim chuckled, loading his own weapon. She scoffed, stepping up to her lane and raising her gun.“Oh, you’re going down.” The sharp crack of her first shot filled the air, followed by a tight cluster of rounds in the center of her target. She set the gun down and turned to Tim with a triumphant grin. “What was that you were saying?”Tim rolled his eyes but smirked as he raised his own weapon. With relaxed precision, he fired off a series of shots, his grouping slightly tighter than hers. He set the gun down and turned to her, one eyebrow raised.“Not bad, but I think you’re still a little rusty.” He smirked. Lucy narrowed her eyes, her lips twitching with amusement.“Alright, let’s see who can get the cleanest headshot.” Tim nodded, stepping aside to let her take her turn. She reloaded and aimed, her focus intense as she lined up the shot. The bullet struck just above the center of the target’s head. Lucy turned to him, her expression smug.“Your move.” Tim didn’t say a word; they just stepped up to the lane and fired. His shot landed square in the center of the target’s head, and he glanced over at her with a slow, self-satisfied smile.“Looks like I’m still the master.”“Ugh, you’re insufferable.” Lucy groaned dramatically. Tim laughed, the sound rich and warm.“You set yourself up for that one.”They continued shooting, the playful competition fueling their banter. Between rounds, they leaned against the divider, chatting as they reloaded.“Admit it,” Lucy said, wiping her hands on a cloth. “You’re impressed. I even thought of this as a date idea.”“I’ll admit, it’s unique. And yeah, I’m impressed.” Tim tilted his head. They returned to their lanes, and Lucy leaned closer to inspect her latest grouping.“Not bad,” she murmured, mostly to herself.“Not bad?” Tim echoed, stepping closer to peer at her target. “You’ve improved since the last time we did range practice.”“Thanks,” she said, then added teasingly, “I guess I had a good teacher.”“Flattery won’t save you when I win this next round.” Tim chuckled, shaking his head.“Bring it on,” Lucy shot back, rolling her shoulders as she prepared for the next set.As the night went on, their laughter echoed between rounds of gunfire, and Tim found himself enjoying the date more and more. It wasn’t just about the shooting. It was about Lucy. The way she could turn something so simple into something special, the way she challenged him, teased him, made him feel completely at ease. When they finished their last round and began packing up, Tim turned to her with a small smile.“I’ve got to admit….you knocked it out of the park with this one.”It was a little while later when the smell of freshly baked pizza wafted through the air as Tim and Lucy sat at a small outdoor table across the street from the shooting range. A large pepperoni pizza sat between them, its gooey cheese glistening under the dim glow of a nearby streetlamp. Lucy leaned back in her chair, sipping from her soda with an unmistakably smug expression.“So,” she began, her tone laced with mock innocence, “do we need to talk about how I absolutely destroyed you back there? Or are you still processing the loss?”“You didn’t destroy me. You barely edged out a win.” Tim scoffed, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite.“Barely?” Lucy exclaimed, her eyes wide with exaggerated offense. She leaned forward, pointing at him with her straw. “You mean the five headshots to your four weren’t enough proof?”“You got lucky,” Tim smirked, wiping his hands on a napkin.“Lucky?” Lucy repeated, laughing. Tim leaned back, folding his arms as he studied her. “Admit it, Bradford, I’m better than you now.”“You’re good,” he admitted, his tone grudging. “But better than me? Let’s not get carried away.”“You’re such a sore loser.” Lucy laughed again, shaking her head. Tim raised an eyebrow. “I’m not a sore loser. I’m just stating facts.”“Facts?” Lucy leaned forward, her grin widening. “The facts are that I won, you lost, and you’re never going to live this down.”Tim chuckled, watching her with a mix of amusement and admiration. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this light, this at ease. It wasn’t just the pizza or the laughter. It was her. Lucy had a way of making even the simplest moments feel like something extraordinary.“So,” Lucy said, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied sigh as she finished her slice. “Now that we’ve established my superior skills, what’s next? Arm wrestling? Trivia? Or are you too afraid to lose again?”“You’re really milking this, aren’t you?” Tim rolled his eyes, grabbing his soda.“Oh, absolutely. This kind of victory doesn’t come around often. I have to savor it.” she replied, grinning. Tim shook his head, his smirk softening into something more genuine.“I’m glad you suggested this,” he said after a moment. “The range, the pizza... it’s been a good night.”“Yeah, it has,” she said quietly. “I’m glad, too.”For a moment, the banter fell away, and they simply sat there, the comfortable silence speaking volumes. Tim’s heart swelled as he looked at her, the streetlights casting a soft glow over her face. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky to have this second chance, but he wasn’t going to waste it.“So, what I’m hearing is…I lost, and I need to plan our next date?” Tim said, and Lucy giggled, taking a sip of her coke.“Yep, and I expect to be wowed,” she winked.-Four weeks had passed since Tim and Lucy’s first official date, and despite their best intentions, life kept getting in the way. Between their hectic work schedules and last-minute cases that pulled them in opposite directions, there never seemed to be enough time to plan another big night out.Instead, they found themselves slipping into a comfortable rhythm. Coffee runs between shifts turned into coffee dates, and takeout dinners at home became their new normal. They talked about everything. Work, life, the future, and even the little things that didn’t seem to matter to anyone else. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was them, and that was enough.Most days, it felt like a relationship, even if they hadn’t labeled it yet. They were moving slowly and cautiously, both of them determined to get it right this time. And as much as Tim wanted to officially call her his girlfriend again, he was willing to wait until they were both ready.When a rare lull in their schedules finally appeared, Tim decided it was time for a proper second date. Or, as he thought to himself, the second "big" date. While scrolling through local events, he stumbled across an announcement that Erin McCarley was playing an open-air concert at a park nearby. A slow smile spread across his face. It was perfect.The next day, while Lucy was finishing up a report in the bullpen, Tim approached her desk, leaning casually against the edge.“Hey, Chen,” he said, his tone deceptively casual.“Hey. What’s with the grin?” She glanced up, her brow quirking at his tone. Tim shrugged, feigning nonchalance.“I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow night.”“That depends. Why? Are you finally asking me out on that second date?” Lucy tilted her head, setting her pen down.“More like our sixteenth, if you count all the coffee and takeout,” he grins and Lucy laughed, the sound warm and genuine.“Fair point. But what’s the plan for this one?” Tim straightened, crossing his arms as he gave her a rare, playful smile.“Erin McCarley’s playing a concert in the park tomorrow night. Thought we could grab some food and listen to some live music. What do you think?” Lucy’s eyes lit up, her excitement impossible to hide.“Tim Bradford, are you actually taking me to a concert? Who are you, and what have you done with my grumpy training officer?”“Don’t push your luck, Chen. Do you want to go or not?” Tim chuckled, shaking his head.“Of course I do,” she replied, still grinning. “But I should warn you, I’m going to take full credit for introducing you to live music dates.”“Pick you up at six?” Tim rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his lips.“It’s a date.”As Tim walked back to his desk, he felt a sense of anticipation building in his chest. Things with Lucy weren’t just good. They were better than he ever could have hoped. And tomorrow night, he was going to make sure she knew exactly how much she meant to him.-Tim pulled up to Lucy’s apartment at precisely six, his truck spotless and the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. He barely had to wait before Lucy emerged, looking effortlessly beautiful in a casual sundress and denim jacket, her hair loosely tied back. She opened the passenger door, climbing in with a bright smile.“Right on time,” she teased as she fastened her seatbelt. “Trying to impress me?”“Always,” Tim replied smoothly, earning a soft laugh from her.The drive to the park was filled with their usual banter, the kind that came so easily to them. Lucy tried to pry more details about the evening from him, but Tim remained tight-lipped, enjoying the way her curiosity sparkled in her eyes. When they arrived, Lucy was pleasantly surprised to see how vibrant the park was. Strings of fairy lights hung in the trees, vendors selling snacks and drinks lined the edges, and a large stage stood at the far end, framed by a glowing sunset.“This is amazing,” she said as she stepped out of the truck, taking it all in. Tim walked around to the back, pulling out a picnic basket, a rolled-up blanket, and a small backpack.“It’s about to get better,” he said, grinning at her as he juggled the items. Lucy arched a brow, crossing her arms as she leaned against the truck.“Picnic basket and a blanket? Are you trying to win Best Date Ever?”“Is it working?” Tim asked, smirking as he handed her the blankets.“Maybe,” Lucy replied coyly, grabbing the blanket and following him toward the stage.They wandered for a bit, eventually finding the perfect spot. Close enough to the stage for a great view but far enough to avoid the crush of the crowd. Lucy helped Tim spread out the blanket, the two of them working seamlessly together as they set up their little corner of the world. When she plopped down on the blanket and began digging through the picnic basket, Lucy’s eyes widened.“Oh my God, Tim,” she said, pulling out a container of fresh fruit, followed by another with sliced veggies, sandwiches, crackers, and finally, her favorite chocolate candies. “You did all this for me?”“Figured you’d like it.” Tim shrugged, but there was a faint blush creeping up his neck.“I love it,” she said sincerely and looked up at him, her expression softening. “Thank you.”Tim sat down beside her, pulling out a bottle of wine from the backpack along with two plastic cups. He uncorked the bottle with ease, pouring them each a glass before handing one to Lucy.“To our second—or sixteenth—date,” he said with a smirk, raising his cup. Lucy laughed, clinking her cup against his.“To the best date ever.”They sipped their wine, and Lucy immediately dug into the food, promptly taking a huge bite of her sandwich. STim laughed and picked off a grape for himself, eating it slowly as Lucy blushed at him.“Sorry, I’m starving,” she giggles, and Tim shakes his head, amused.“I fed you for breakfast. How can you be starving?” He asks, and Lucy sucks in a strawberry, chewing thoughtfully and washing down the food with some fine.“Skipped lunch. Got called on Angela’s case with Seth,” she says and reaches for an apple slice. She looks around the basket, and Tim smirks as he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a jar of peanut butter. He holds it out to her, and Lucy squeaks. “You’re the best.”“Your obsession with apple slices and peanut butter hasn’t gone unnoticed,” he snorts. Lucy covers her apple in the creamy substance, shoving the whole slice into her mouth.“’So gooood,” she moans, and Tim rolls his eyes, his eyes flicking toward the stage. The lights went down, and the concert was about to begin. Lucy’s eyes lit up, and she quickly chewed her food, washing it down with some more wine, grabbing the box of crackers, and sliding up to Tim. Lucy leaned into Tim’s side, munching on her crackers as the first notes of Erin McCarley’s voice filled the air.Lucy quickly became engrossed in the music, her head swaying softly to the rhythm. When a familiar song started, her face lit up, and she began singing along, her voice light and carefree. Tim chuckled softly, watching her with an expression of pure adoration. He barely paid attention to the stage, his gaze fixed on Lucy as she got completely lost in the moment. The way she lit up with each song, the way her laughter bubbled out when she missed a lyric, the way her hand absently reached for his. It was all he could focus on.“You’re not even watching the concert,” Lucy said as she refilled their cup, and Tim shrugged his shoulder.“The view’s better over here.” He mused, and Lucy’s cheeks flushed. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her hand slipping into his.“You’re such a sap,” she teased, though her voice was soft and full of affection. He notices her fingers are cold, followed by a slight shiver, and he looks down at her. Without a word, he shrugged off his LAPD hoodie and held it out to her.“Here,” he said, his tone gruff but warm. Lucy looked up at him, grinning.“I don’t want you to freeze.”“I’m fine,” Tim replied, already draping it over her shoulders. “Just put it on.”Lucy slipped her arms into the oversized hoodie, the soft fabric enveloping her. It smelled like him, clean, with a hint of cologne, and she couldn’t help but smile. She had missed wearing it. She had spent many nights curled up in it on the couch or in bed.And spent many, many nights in it as he ravished her wearing it.“Thanks,” she said, pulling it tight around her, her cheeks redding. “Can’t have you freezing on our second—sixteenth—date.” He laughs, and Lucy laughs right with him, snuggling closer to his side. Tim grabbed the edge of the blanket and wrapped it around both of them, pulling her into his arms firmly. She rested her head against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe her as the concert continued. When the familiar notes of Good began to play, Lucy stiffened slightly. Her face flushed, and she turned her head toward Tim, her expression somewhere between startled and shy.“I can’t believe I forgot,” she murmured.“Forgot what?” Tim asked, glancing down at her.“This song,” she said, her voice soft.Tim stilled, his brow furrowing slightly as the realization hit him. Memories of that first night together pushed Lucy through her living room as she took off his shirt, pressing her against the door before taking her to bed. He swallowed hard.Lucy’s face burned, and she lowered her gaze, her body reacting instinctively to the flood of memories. Her chest tightened, and her heart thudded wildly as she glanced back up at Tim. He was already watching her, his blue eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch.Tim reached up, his hand cupping her cheek gently. His thumb brushed over her skin, and then lower, tracing the curve of her bottom lip. His touch was tender, grounding, yet electric.“I didn’t forget,” Tim said softly, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. Lucy’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her ears. The warmth of his hand, the way his eyes held hers. It was all too much. Before she could overthink it, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.The kiss was soft, tentative at first as if they were both testing the waters. But the second Tim’s mouth moved against hers, Lucy melted into him, her hand curling into the fabric of his shirt. She tasted like wine and something distinctly Lucy, and to his surprise, he could still detect the faint sweetness of peanut butter. Somehow, it only made him kiss her deeper, smiling slightly against her lips.Tim tilted his head, his hand slipping to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer. He savored everything about the moment. The warmth of her lips, the way she sighed into the kiss, the quiet intimacy they shared as the music swelled around them. When they finally pulled apart, Lucy’s face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled with emotion. Tim rested his forehead against hers, his thumb tracing gentle circles at the base of her neck.“Good?” he teased, his voice low.Lucy burst out laughing, the sound bright and carefree, and Tim watched her face, his heart fluttering at the sight of her so happy.“God, that was corny,” she giggled, shaking her head. “You’re so lucky. I love you.”The words slipped out before she could stop them, her laugh tapering off as her brain caught up with her mouth. Both of them froze, their eyes locking. The world around them seemed to pause as emotions rippled through the air between them. Tim stared at her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something deep and raw. Lucy’s mind raced, her thoughts tangling into a frantic jumble.What did I just say? Oh my God. Why did I say that? What if it’s too much? What if—“Really?” Tim’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. It was soft, a little shaky, and full of vulnerability. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his touch grounding her as his thumb brushed against her skin. “You still…”Lucy swallowed hard, her heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it. Her stomach flipped, butterflies swirling inside her as she searched his face. There was no judgment there, no hesitation. Just hope. She nodded slowly, the corners of her lips curving into a soft, almost shy smile. “I never stopped.”The relief and joy that washed over Tim’s face made her breath catch. Without a word, he pulled her into a kiss, his lips capturing hers in a way that was both urgent and tender. Lucy melted into him, her hands fisting in the front of his shirt as he held her close, pouring everything he couldn’t say into that one kiss.Around them, people were beginning to pack up, the concert winding down, but neither of them noticed or cared. For Tim and Lucy, the world faded away. All that mattered was each other. The warmth of his lips against hers, the steady beat of his heart beneath her hand, the way they fit so perfectly together. They only pulled away when air became a necessity, their foreheads resting against each other as they both caught their breath. Lucy’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining as she looked up at him.“I love you too,” Tim said, his voice ragged but full of emotion. His hand slid down to her waist, holding her close as he added, “So much, Lucy. I missed you. And… I’m happy. I’m happy I have you back.”“I’m happy too, Tim. And I missed you more than you know.” Lucy’s heart swelled, her own emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She brought a hand up to cup his face, her thumb brushing lightly over his cheekbone. “No more break ups. This is it, okay?”“Yes,” he whispers and draws her in for another soft kiss.As the final concertgoers disappeared into the night, Tim and Lucy packed up their blanket and picnic supplies, their movements slower than usual, neither of them wanting the evening to end. Lucy folded the blankets while Tim tucked the empty containers back into the picnic basket. When everything was packed, he slung the basket over his shoulder and reached for her hand without hesitation.Their fingers intertwined naturally, and Lucy smiled up at him, the warmth of his touch spreading through her like a steady flame. Its simplicity felt perfect: no grand gestures, just them.They walked to his truck in companionable silence, the kind of quiet that didn’t need filling. Tim opened the passenger door for her, helping her in before rounding to his side and climbing in. The engine hummed to life, and they pulled out of the parking lot, the streets quiet as the night deepened.Tim’s hand rested on the gearshift, his focus on the road ahead, but Lucy’s gaze lingered on him. The soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the sharp angles of his face, the strength in his jaw, and the gentleness in his eyes as he glanced over at her with a small smile. As they approached the turn for her apartment, Lucy placed her hand over his, her touch light but deliberate.“Go to your place,” she said softly. Tim glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly.“Lucy…” His voice was careful, his eyes searching hers. “Are you sure?”“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”The weight of her words settled between them, and Tim’s heart thudded in his chest. He exhaled slowly, turning the wheel toward his neighborhood. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his pulse quickening as the reality of her request sank in.The rest of the drive passed in a blur, the silence between them charged with anticipation. Lucy’s hand remained on his, her thumb brushing gently over his knuckles, grounding him even as his nerves kicked into overdrive. When they pulled into his driveway, Tim parked and shut off the engine, the hum of the truck fading into the quiet night. He turned to Lucy, his gaze steady but filled with unspoken questions.“Last chance to change your mind,” he said, his tone half-teasing but completely earnest. Lucy smiled, unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning closer to him.“Not happening,” she said softly. Her hand cupped his cheek, her touch featherlight but sure. “I want to be with you, Tim. All of you.”Tim swallowed hard, his resolve melting under the weight of her honesty. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before climbing out of the truck and moving to her side to open her door. They walked into his house hand in hand, the air between them charged with a quiet intensity. As the door clicked shut behind them, Tim set the picnic basket down and turned to Lucy, his hands still holding hers.“You know I’d wait,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “As long as you need.”“I don’t want to wait,” she whispered. “We’ve wasted enough time.”Without a word, Tim reached out and took Lucy's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through Lucy's body, and she felt her knees weaken. She had never experienced such a powerful connection with anyone before. It was as if their souls were speaking to each other, expressing a longing that needed no words.With a gentle tug, Tim led Lucy inside, the warm glow of the living room welcoming them. Their eyes were linked as they walked a familiar path, Lucy letting him guide her to his bedroom. She gasps audibly when he pulls her closer, Lucy's heart pounding in her chest, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them.With a gentle touch, Lucy caressed Tim's cheek, her fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw. Her touch was soft yet filled with a quiet determination. Tim's breath hitched as he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation. He had always prided himself on his self-control, but with Lucy, he found himself willingly surrendering to the tide of desire.Their mouths meet in a soft, explorative kiss, so familiar yet so foreign. Lucy's hands moved to the buttons of Tim's henley, her fingers deftly undoing each one. The fabric slid off his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest, and Lucy's breath caught in her throat as she traced the contours of his body, her touch both reverent and hungry.Tim's hands found their way to Lucy's waist, his fingers digging into the soft material of his hoodie. He lifted it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, seeking her silent consent. She raised her arms, allowing the sweater to be removed, and Lucy shrugged off her jean jacket, flushing when Tim wrapped his arms around her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.Needing more, his hands slide up her back, Lucy shivering at the soft touch. His fingers play with the zipper for a moment, and he slowly drags it down her back, finger gliding over every inch of exposed skin. Goosebumps form on her spine, and she moans when Tim steps away to hook his fingers into her straps, slowly gliding them down her arms. The dress comes loose around her, and he lets her fall to the ground, eyes raking over her body, heart hammering against his ribcage.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers and bends down to cup her cheek, kissing her hungrily. His tongue licks over her lips, and Lucy opens for him, tongue brushing against his in a sensual dance. It ignited a fire between them that burned bright, Lucy craving to feel him closer.Tim's breath quickened as his mouth left hers, his lips brushing against Lucy's neck, sending shivers down her spine. He kissed the spot just below her ear, his warm breath causing her to moan and dig her fingers into his arms.Lucy tilted her head to the side, granting him better access, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations. Tim's kisses trailed down her neck, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. His hands roamed over her bare skin, exploring, claiming, as if he couldn't get enough of her.With a gentle push, Tim guided Lucy towards the bed, their movements graceful and unhurried. The mattress welcomed them, providing a soft landing as they sank into its embrace. Lucy's heart was pounding in her ears, the sound of her own rapid breathing filling the room. She wanted this, needed this, and yet, it felt surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake from.Tim positioned himself above her, his body hovering inches away, his eyes locked with hers. The intensity of the moment was palpable, a silent understanding passing between them. Lucy reached up, her hands cupping Tim's face, drawing him closer. Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss, a dance of passion and tenderness.The kiss deepened as their tongues entwined, exploring, tasting, as if committing each other's essence to memory. Tim's hands roamed over Lucy's body, mapping her curves, igniting a fire within her. She arched into his touch, her body responding to his every caress. The room seemed to disappear around them, leaving only the two lovers lost in a world of their own creation.As the kiss broke, Lucy's hands wandered, exploring Tim's body with a newfound curiosity. She traced the scars on his chest, her touch gentle and reverent. Tim's breath hitched as he reveled in the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed. He had never allowed anyone to see him so raw, so vulnerable, but with Lucy, he felt safe and understood.“I love you,” she whispers, and Tim looks into her eyes, fingers running along her sides.“I love you too,” he husks and kisses her, his hand slipping behind her back to unclasp her bra, “you’ll never fully understand how much. You’re my other half, the missing piece that makes me feel whole.”His voice is barely above a whisper, yet Lucy hears him clearly. Her chest tightens as tears pr@ck at her eyes. She lets him take off her bra and her hands find his head, pulling him in for another kiss.She moans as she pulls away, body arching when Tim’s hand brushes over her panty-clad mound. He can feel the wetness through it, and he hooks his fingers into the silky material, pulling it down her body to leave her naked. He stares at her in awe, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”A small tear rolls down her cheek, and Lucy sniffles. Tim moves to kiss it away. She shivers at the touch, and her hands run over his naked back, sliding around his waist to undo his jeans. Her legs come up, and she hooks her toes into the waistband, pushing them down along with her underwear. Tim growls at the move, and his c@ck springs free, slapping against her stomach.“Make love to me,” she whispers, and Lucy wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her body yearning for his. The air was thick with anticipation, a silent plea for more.In a fluid motion, Tim entered Lucy, their bodies becoming one. The sensation was electric, a rush of pleasure coursing through them. Lucy gasped, her eyes widening as she felt Tim fill her completely, hips flush against hers. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort. But Lucy's face was a picture of pure bliss, her body welcoming his.Tim began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each stroke eliciting a soft moan from Lucy. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on. The pleasure built within her, a buildup of sensations, as their movement became more urgent.The room echoed with the sounds of their passion, the rustle of sheets, the soft groans, and the rhythmic movements of their bodies. Tim's control began to slip, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driven by the raw desire coursing through him. Lucy matched his intensity, her body moving in perfect sync, her nails raking down his back, leaving marks of possession.“I’m so close,” she moans, and Tim nods, burying his face into her neck and mouth latching onto the skin. He shifts his weight as he keeps thrusting into her relentlessly, his fingers finding her cl@t. He rubs her once and twice, and Lucy arches, overwhelmed by the feelings. Lucy's body trembled, every nerve ending alive with sensation.“Me too, babe. Let go,” he groaned softly and snapped his hips into her, her legs tightening around him. Tim's name escaped her lips in a breathless whisper, and he quickened his pace, his body straining, his breath ragged as he fought to hold on.With a final, powerful thrust, they both shattered, their cries of ecstasy filling the room. She’s fluttering around him, his shaft pumping her full of his seed, and Lucy shudders as he slumps onto her, burying her body into the mattress.Their ragged breaths fill the room, and Lucy closes her eyes, her fingers clutching his hair as she holds him. Tears are running down her cheek and she sniffles, feeling like her heart bursts out of her chest at any second. She was so irrevocably, deeply, crazy in love with the man in her arms, and she knew that she’d never let him go ever again.This was it. This was their second chance. They're forever.  FIN Forever.'
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