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They’re on the third course of minuscule sized portions of unidentifiable food when Lucy stands up and excuses herself to the bathroom.
Tim follows, ignoring the look Ashley sends him, and then slips inside the women’s bathroom behind Lucy, locking the door before leaning against it. He hears her little gasp of surprise, and he steps closer and then closer still until her back is against the wall and his entire front is pressed against hers.
“You cannot date Chris,” he says, and Lucy laughs as she glances up at Tim through her lashes. He swallows and breathes in deeply though his nose, his eyes flickering from hers down to her lips and then back up again.
“You set me up with him!” she argues, and Tim sighs as he takes a step back.
(He can think a little bit better, when he takes a step back).
He runs a hand through his hair as he glances around the bathroom. He’s thankful it’s empty, because he hadn’t really been thinking straight when he’d barged into the bathroom after Lucy and locked the door behind himself.
“I know. But you can’t date him. He’s an idiot. He’s not right for you, Lucy.”
Tim immediately wonders if he’s said the wrong thing, because Lucy tenses and her eyes narrow. She stares at Tim critically, her eyes half lidded and her lips wet with spit as she runs her tongue over them and takes a step closer to Tim.
He steps back, and she follows; their chests are almost touching, and with each inch Tim moves backward, she moves forward, leaving no room between them.
“Then who is right for me, Tim? Because Emmett wasn’t good enough for me, and you were wary about Caleb, which… fine, you were right to be wary about him. And then there was that one lawyer who you made fun of, and, come to think of it, you made fun of Chris being a lawyer, too, and then there was Tanner. So, Tim… who is right for me?”
Tim swallows and takes another step back.
He hits the door behind him, and Lucy is right there.
“Who is right for me, Tim? Because it seems kind of like you don’t think there’s anyone right for me.”
Tim forgets for a brief moment that his girlfriend is sitting less than thirty feet away, probably confused and upset about his behavior. He forgets about Lucy’s date, too, because at that moment all he can hear or smell or see is the woman in front of him, and she is everything.
“I am,” he whispers, and Lucy is pressed so close to him that he can feel her gasp of surprise.
He wishes he could reach out and snatch the words back, but he can’t.
They’re out there now, for better or worse, and Tim barely even breathes as he watches Lucy process what he’s just said.
“Tim,” she whispers, and he swallows hard, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“I’m sorry, Lucy,” he whispers, because he hates that he’s put her in this position. He stalked her into the bathroom, locked her in with him, and then basically said that he was the only one who was right for her.
He’s about to take a step away from her to let her leave the bathroom, but before he can she’s pressed even closer and her hand is cupping his cheek.
Tim takes a stuttering breath. His lips part, and he stares into her gaze, his heart thundering.
How had he lost control of this situation so quickly and thoroughly?
And does he even want to be in control?
(Not really. Not when she’s looking at him like that.)
“Why, Tim?” Lucy asks, and she’s so close now that Tim can feel her breath on his neck. “Why are you the only one who’s right for me?”
Tim opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He’s captivated by her, surrounded by her, and he can barely even breathe without being overwhelmed by her scent. She smells like vanilla and lavender and all of the good things in the world, and he wants.
“Because I know you,” he finally whispers, his voice unsteady and soft. He licks his lips, his heart racing when he notices how Lucy’s eyes follow the movement. “I understand you and I know all of your flaws and I don’t want you despite them, I want you because of them.”
Tim is vaguely aware that Lucy is staring at him with wide eyes, her lips parted, but now that he’s opened the floodgates he can’t stop talking. He can’t stop the rush of words as they fall past his lips, and he doesn’t even know if he wants to.
“All of these other men want you because you’re beautiful,” he says, and he can hear Lucy’s gasp when he calls her that. “And you are. You’re exquisite and amazing and just… the most beautiful goddamn woman I’ve ever seen. But I don’t want you only because of that. I want you because you challenge me and call me on my shit. I want you because you’re determined to make the world a better place, no matter what. I want you because you have a huge heart and you love so easily and want to help everyone. You’re like the sun, Lucy. You brighten my days and warm me from the inside out and maybe it’s selfish that I want you because you make me a better person, but I do.”
Lucy makes a noise and Tim closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
He’s said too much.
He’s revealed too much.
He’d pushed her to go out with Chris, and he is going out with Ashley, and he’s already fucked things up so much that he’s afraid he can’t fix it now.
He’s fully prepared for Lucy to reject him, maybe even slap him.
What he isn’t prepared for is Lucy standing on her tiptoes, lurching forward and pressing her lips to his.
He’s not prepared, but he gets on board pretty fucking fast.
“Lucy,” he groans, and then he’s leaning down, one hand falling to her hip while the other cups her face. His long fingers span from her jaw to her cheek, and Lucy moans as he pulls her closer. She deepens the kiss, coaxing his lips open, and then gasps, throwing her head back as Tim reverses their positions, shoving her against the wall as he devours her. His body covers hers from head to toe, surrounding her in the best possible way, and Lucy shivers as he shoves a thigh between her legs, the hand on her hip moving until he’s cupping her face in both hands, his lips hungry as he sucks her tongue into his mouth.
They eventually break apart to breathe, and in the interim while they catch their breath, Tim is searching Lucy’s gaze.
Whatever he’s looking for, whether it’s doubt or regret or uncertainty, she knows that he won’t find it.
“Tim,” she gasps, and Tim grunts as his stomach clenches and all of the blood in his body races to his cock. He’s more than half hard already, his balls aching and his cock leaking precome as he grabs Lucy’s thighs. He helps her wrap them around his waist as he presses her harder into the door, and then he’s kissing her again, their lips sliding together easily. Tim thrusts his tongue past her lips, fucking her mouth like he wants to fuck her pussy. He’s dreamed of eating her out, of fucking her with his tongue and fingers and cock, and just the mental image is enough to get him the rest of the way there. He’s thick and hard, pressed against her belly, and Tim knows he needs to pull back and put some space between them if he’s going to be able to walk out of this restroom without a raging hard on.
“Lucy,” he gasps, and he pulls away to try and talk some sense into himself, but Lucy just makes a desperate noise and pulls him back in. She sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it long and hard enough to send a flash of pleasure and pain throughout his entire body. She slides their lips together, wet and warm and messy, and Tim is losing control fast.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you up against this door,” he growls, but he’s not sure if it’s a warning or a promise.
“Oh god, please,” Lucy moans, and then she’s pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, her nimble fingers already working on the buttons of his shirt. Tim grunts and rocks his hips into hers, wondering what the fuck they’re doing.
He knows he’s wanted her for a long time, and he knows that, at least on a physical level, she wants him, too.
He just doesn’t know if it’s anything more for her, and he doesn’t know if he can do this and then watch her go back and sit beside Chris as if nothing had happened.
“It’s not just sex for me,” he whispers, and Lucy’s urgency seems to melt away as she pauses, her hands halfway down his shirt. She takes in a ragged breath, her eyes sliding up his body to meet his gaze, and Tim nearly gives in when he takes in the way her cheeks are flushed and her lips are kiss swollen and red.
But…
“It’s not for me either,” Lucy whispers, and then, despite the fact that they’re pressed together, that Lucy’s legs are wrapped around Tim’s waist and his cock is hard against her clothed pussy, she takes a deep breath and asks, “Tim, why are you with Ashley?”
Tim pauses.
He doesn’t speak for so long that Lucy worries he isn’t going to answer her at all.
He takes a deep breath and runs his hands along Lucy’s outer thighs. Her dress has been bunched up around her waist, and Tim’s large hands on her naked legs is almost enough to undo her. His fingers brush against the material of her panties, and her legs tremble where they’re wrapped around his waist.
“Because I was afraid,” he finally whispers, and Lucy makes a noise as she cups his face in her hands and smothers it with kisses. She kisses his chin and his jaw, his cheeks and his eyelids. Tim shudders, overwhelmed and surrounded by her, and then continues. “I was scared you didn’t feel the same. I was… I thought something might happen, after we weren’t riding together, after I wasn’t your training officer… but then you practically insisted on being my go-for.”
“Aide,” Lucy cuts in, and Tim barely smothers a chuckle as he continues. His hands are becoming more brave, and his fingers are dipping under the elastic of her panties every time he strokes his hands from her knees to her thighs.
“Aide, then. I was… I thought it was your way of saying nothing could happen between us because nothing can happen as long as we work together. So… I tried to move on.”
“Oh,” Lucy says, and then she’s pressing her lips softly to Tim’s, the urgency not gone but merely suppressed for a moment. “Then we’re both monumentally stupid, because I thought that being your friend was all I was ever going to get. I wanted to be around you all of the time, so I fought to be your aide because I thought why not? If it was the only way I could have you…”
Tim makes a desperate noise and then he’s pushing her more firmly against the door. He kisses her, his lips and tongue and teeth devouring her as his hands move to push her dress further up her thighs. Her panties are bared to him, red and lacy and sinful, and Tim wants her naked but he knows that’s not possible right now.
Right now, their first time… it’s going to be quick and messy and neither of them are going to be able to get naked like Tim wants.
Maybe after this… maybe she’ll let him take her home and press her into his bed.
He whispers his wishes into her ear as he reaches between them, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
“I want to strip this pretty dress off of you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear as he shoves his own pants down just far enough to grab his cock. He wraps his own hand around it and groans at the pressure. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin. I want to bury my head between your thighs and lick into your pussy. I want to feel you come on my tongue. I want to take you home, press you into my bed, and take you apart."
Lucy whimpers and then tightens her thighs around Tim’s waist as she rocks forward on his cock. She can feel the heat of him through her soaking wet panties, and she wants him inside of her.
Now.
“Tim, please,” she moans, and he nods before grabbing her legs and helping her set them on the floor. Lucy cries out, a sound of outrage, because he’s getting further away from her and she wants him closer. She wants —
“These have to come off if I’m gonna fuck you, Lu,” Tim says, a teasing edge to his tone, and Lucy glances down to see Tim on his knees, his hands beneath her dress as he tugs on the waistband of her panties.
Oh.
“Yeah, yeah, take them off,” she says, and Tim chuckles as he tugs them slowly down her thighs. He helps her step out of them without taking her heels off, one foot at a time, and then holds them up, groaning when he sees how soaking wet the lace is.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he groans, and Lucy nods, her cheeks bright pink as she lets her head thump against the door.
“For you,” she whispers, as if he doesn’t know.
Tim smirks and then shoves her panties into the back pocket of his jeans. He reaches for Lucy again, bunching her dress around her waist and helping her wrap her thighs around him again. Lucy obliges easily, locking her ankles behind his back as he takes his cock in hand once again.
“I don’t have a condom,” Tim says, suddenly realizing, and Lucy could scream in frustration. “I’m clean, though,” he adds. “I haven’t… without a condom.”
Lucy hears the unspoken words and flinches a little when she realizes that he’s still dating Ashley, who is sitting less than thirty feet away at their table, and then decides she doesn’t give a fuck.
She’s pretty certain that after this there will be no going back for Tim.
“Then fuck me,” she says, because she’s clean, too, and she trusts Tim with her whole heart. If he says he’s clean, then he’s clean.
Tim nods and presses the head of his cock against her pussy but doesn’t push inside. Instead he drops his head down and kisses her. It’s a long, slow, deep kiss, and Lucy is trembling, her chest heaving and her breath coming in pants by the time he pulls back.
“Tim,” she whispers, and he nods, capturing her lips again as he begins pushing his cock inside of her. He presses forward slowly, so slowly, until he’s all the way inside, her wet, hot cunt gripping his cock tightly. He’s long and thick, and Lucy moans as she drops her head to Tim’s chest, gasping for air like she’s just run a marathon.
“Oh fuck you’re big,” she grunts, and Tim chuckles as he kisses her cheek and her head and her the sensitive skin behind her ear.
“You can take it,” he says, and Lucy nods because she can. She wants to . She wants to have Tim in every single possible way, every single day. She wants to feel him inside of her, filling her and splitting her open, for the rest of her life.
Tim kisses her and runs his hands up and down her legs, feeling the way her muscles tremble under his fingertips. He rocks his hips forward slowly, not really thrusting so much as moving against her. He gives her time to adjust, and when she nods, he pulls almost all of the way out before sliding back inside.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, and then he does it again and again. He thrusts slowly, deeply, taking time he knows they don’t really have. He shudders and revels in the way her pussy grips him, the way he can feel her arousal coating his groin. She positively soaked, dripping down her own thighs, and Tim wants more than anything to see her. He wants to see her splayed out naked in his bed, her cunt red and swollen and leaking. He wants to come inside of her, and then lick his cum out of her pussy before making her come again.
He wants to take her to pieces.
“Tim,” Lucy groans, and then she’s reaching a hand up, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling. Tim cusses and thrusts harder than he means to, burying his cock to the hilt inside of her. “Do that again,” Lucy requests, and Tim acquiesces, quickening his pace.
He drops his hands to her hips, gripping the thick flesh of her ass as he fucks her against the door. The sound of their fucking fills the bathroom. The meeting of flesh, the way his balls slap against her ass on every thrust. He can hear her moaning and him grunting, and he knows that whoever is outside of the bathroom can hear, too. They’re not exactly being quiet.
“I’m close,” Lucy moans, and Tim drops his head to her shoulder, biting and sucking at the skin as he tries desperately to hold on long enough to get Lucy there, too. He’s been on the edge since he first pushed inside of her. Fuck, he’s been on edge since she first shoved him against the wall.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, and Lucy cries out, the sound echoing in the small room as Tim fucks her through her orgasm. Her pussy clenches him tightly, quivering around his cock, and Tim barely holds on long enough for her to begin coming down before he gives in, groaning as he thrusts as deeply as he can before coming.
He comes for a long moment, his legs trembling as he pumps spurt after spurt of hot cum inside of Lucy’s cunt. He can feel it dripping out around his cock and running down Lucy’s thighs as he pulls out, and he nearly comes a second time as he watches his cock slip from her pussy, a string of arousal and cum connecting them for a long moment.
“Tim,” Lucy whispers, and he glances up to see her biting her lip, suddenly unsure.
Well.
He can’t have that.
“Come home with me,” he says, and Lucy’s uncertain expression morphs into happiness immediately. She’s grinning, her cheeks flushed and her skin sweaty as she nods.
“Okay.”
Tim smiles and kisses her for a long moment before helping her stand on the ground again.
He very pointedly does not give her panties back.
“Take a minute and clean up, then come meet me outside,” he murmurs, and Lucy nods, watching as Tim tucks himself back inside of his pants and then buckles his belt. He smooths out his shirt, buttoning the buttons that Lucy had managed to get undone, and then reaches for his jacket on the floor. “We’ll find a way to ditch Ashley and Chris and then I’m taking you home, because I am not nearly done with you.”
Lucy nods and then watches as Tim unlocks the door and steps outside.
She takes a deep breath, and then has to bite back a grin as she steps toward the stall and her legs buckle.
She’s not entirely sure she’ll survive the night in Tim’s bed.
But she’s more than willing to find out.