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Go home or stay.
Those were the two options crossing Tim Bradford’s mind as he sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to decide what to do next. Neither option was great - either go home to his empty house or keep drinking. Neither one interested him in the least. Going back into the bar with Angela and Talia, who were currently in a competition to see who could take the most shots just exhausted him, but the thought of going home alone to his cold, dark house made him feel far more depressed than he thought he could get today.
He was facing the end of his marriage, and not only that, the end of the person he thought he’d known better than anyone else in the world. The woman he’d looked at today, the woman who’d screamed at him after he had risked his job and his life to help her, had acted like he was nothing to her. That woman was a stranger to him. She was also his wife, the woman he’d taken a vow to love in sickness and in health, the woman he thought he’d have kids with by now. That person was gone and that life was gone and with it went his future.
And now here he was, sitting in his car, in the parking lot of a dive bar, trying to figure out what to do next.
He felt reckless, like he might as well make some bad decisions because what else really mattered right now? With that thought, his mind flew to the most reckless thing it could, and definitely shouldn’t, think of.
His rookie, Lucy Chen.
He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since the night before, when she’d confronted him about helping Isabel. He clenched his jaw in anger as he thought how dare she. How dare she, his rookie, follow her superior officer off duty and then have the gall to call him out to his face about what was right and wrong.
As angry as he was about it, he was also trying not to admit something else to himself. The reason he was still thinking about it, still thinking about her.
It was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced.
And she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
He’d noticed her looks right away, from that first glance. Noticed how she filled out that uniform and he tried to stop himself from wondering what was underneath. He could push those thoughts away while they were at work, letting them creep in late at night when his guard was down and then force them back into the dark corners of his mind.
But he couldn’t get rid of the thoughts about how she looked while she stood up to him that night. Her hair was down and wavy and her tight clothes left very little to his imagination. He had a better idea of what she was hiding under her uniform now and it was driving him a little bit crazy.
So he let himself make the bad decision that he’d been thinking about since last night. He started his car and drove to his rookie’s apartment.
He told himself he was only going over there to give her a piece of his mind. To remind her of her place and that he was her training officer, therefore, he was responsible for her. What SHE had done was reckless, what if she’d done that to another officer, or worse, a suspect?
That was the only reason he was going there. And then he was leaving to go home and take a cold shower while allowing himself one quick fantasy about Lucy while he took care of himself and then he would go to bed.
ALONE.
But when she answers her door in a sheer tank top and tiny sleep shorts, her hair long and wavy like it had been last night, his brain short-circuits and the small amount of good sense he has flies out the window.
He does the most reckless thing he’s ever done in his life.
He surges forward and takes her face in his hands and kisses her, hard. Her body goes rigid for a moment, frozen in shock and he wonders if this is it, this is the moment he was going to really lose everything. His job and anything else worth living in his life. All that he had worked for and built would be gone because of this one reckless, terrible, bad decision he was currently making.
Then her body starts moving and she kisses him back, harder and dirtier than his kiss, biting his lower lip and causing him to groan as she grabs his collar and pulls him inside her apartment.
He kicks the door closed with his foot and turns them around, pressing her against it before moving his hands down to her ass. The thing he’s been fantasizing about most since yesterday. If he was being honest with himself, which why the hell not at this point, he’d been fantasizing about it since the first day he’d met her. He’d even smacked that low life in the head when he’d made a comment about it, it seemed like chivalry to Lucy but in reality, it was out of pure jealousy.
Now he’s grabbing two generous handfuls of it while shoving his tongue in her mouth and he can’t think of a time when he’s been more turned on in his life. He breaks the kisses and starts moving his lips to her neck, sucking on the tattoo he’d also definitely noticed.
She takes that opportunity to speak.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she says, her breath coming out in short little gasps.
“Can’t you tell?” he murmurs into the shell of her ear.
“Is this why you came here? This late at night? To make out with me? That doesn’t seem like the type of thing that a TO would do to his rookie.” She pants as he nibbles on her earlobe and then freezes.
She’s right, what the hell is he doing?
He straightens up and takes a step away from her.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his eyes wide with panic as he starts to come to his senses. He realizes that his hands are still grabbing her ass and he quickly pulls them away, “that’s not why I came here.”
She’s leaning against the door, chest heaving and he can see very clearly that she’s not wearing a bra and his brain starts to short circuit again.
He forces himself to get his bearings.
“I came here to tell you that what you did last night was inappropriate.” She raises an eyebrow at him. “I realize how that sounds right now but it was. It was stupid and dangerous. You can’t follow people and confront them on a dark street in the middle of the night.”
“With all due respect, sir,” she emphasizes the sir and the way she says it goes straight to his cock which is already painfully hard and he suppresses a groan,” I followed my TO because I knew he was upset and that he was going to make a bad decision. I didn’t realize you were just anyone.”
He laughs darkly and turns around, running his hand through his short hair.
“You’re the most aggravating goddamn rookie I’ve ever trained. I should have known that you would be from day one, when Grey called you a hot shot.”
“And you’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met in my life!” she shoots back.
He turns to her, ready to unleash on her because even now, she was still talking back. When was she ever going to not challenge him?
“At least that’s what I thought,” she goes on, her voice softening, “Then I realized that you were going through something. And it got worse over the past few days. You’re hurting Tim and you’re lashing out. And if you want to use me as a punching bag, I can handle it.”
“I’m not using you as a punching bag,” he says through clenched teeth.
She takes a step towards him and his eyes drop to her chest where he can see her nipples peaked through the white fabric.
“What are you doing, boot?” He says angrily.
“You can use me, if you need to, in the way you need to.” He closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths, flaring his nostrils. She gets close enough to touch him and places her hand on his chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt and bringing him closer to her. “I have to admit that I’ve had a crush on you since that first day in roll call. How could I not notice you? And then when we got paired up, it sent a little thrill through me because I knew we were going to work so closely together.”
Her hand slides down his chest to his stomach and then under his shirt.
“Then you made me call you sir and you barked orders at me all day and it turned me on so much, I had to take care of myself several times before I could sleep after our first shift together.”
He growls and what little resolve he has left breaks as he grabs her waist, pushing her flush against him where he knows she can feel how hard he is and then he kisses her, even harder and dirtier than that first kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asks against her mouth, their teeth banging together.
“Mm-him.,” she moans in a breathy little whisper, before breaking away, “I want you to fuck me sir,”
He groans and slides his hands down to her thighs, another body part he’d noticed immediately, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He walks them in the direction of the open door that he assumes is her bedroom, his lips crashing into hers for another searing kiss.
He’d guessed right about the bedroom and once his legs hit the edge of her bed he throws her onto it, enjoying the shocked yelp she makes as he gets on and crawls towards her. She backs up, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stares at him, her eyelids half closed in lust and he lunges forward, kissing down her neck, desperate for any inch of exposed skin. He kisses lower, spurred on by the sounds she’s making, by the way her hands are in his hair, pulling slightly. His hand roams up and under her white tank top and now he’s confirmed that she’s not wearing anything under there as he palms her breast and rolls her pert nipple between his fingers. She cries out and he pulls down the material of her tank top with his other hand so he can get his mouth on her. He briefly considers tearing it but then decides he’s not a caveman and so he stretches it instead to reveal her tan nipple, closing his mouth over it, licking and sucking as she writhes underneath him, moaning and pulling at his hair and his shirt.
“Off,” she mutters, pulling on his shirt and he’s forced to move away for a second while she pulls off his t-shirt and then he’s back on her, lavishing attention with his tongue and his teeth before he pulls away again to tug off her shirt too.
Tim stops for a brief second to gaze at her shirtless form. Bronzed skin going on for what seems like forever, her brown hair spread like a halo around her head, and her lips red and swollen while she stares back at him and he finds himself getting lost in her brown eyes. This is starting to go in a direction he doesn’t think he’s ready for.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says in a soft whisper.
He didn’t mean to say it but he couldn’t stop himself. Her breath hitches for a second before her lips turn up into a soft smile and she props herself up on her elbow, reaching one arm out to him and grabbing his hand, entwining their fingers as she pulls him towards her. Their lips meet again, insistent and bruising as he runs his hands up and down her body, desperate to feel every part of her.
He reaches the hem of her tiny sleep shirts and slides his hand down under it to discover she’s not wearing any panties either and he groans.
“Lucy,” he says in a long whisper.
“Yes, sir,” she answers coyly. He groans again and slides his hand down further, feeling her heat and running a finger between her legs. She’s soaking wet.
“You’re so wet,” he says in amazement and she gives a breathy moan as he continues to touch her, circling his finger around her clit, the sound goes directly to his cock and he ruts into the bed, unable to stop himself at the sound of her arousal over what he’s doing to her. He practically tears the shorts off her, struggling to get them down and off her legs without ripping them in half so he can get his hands on her again.
“Yes sir,” she repeats, her voice taking on a little bit of a whine, “for you sir. Feels so good… when you touch me. I’ve thought about this so many times.”
“Tell me,” he murmurs into her ear, nipping at the skin of her neck and eliciting another breathy moan from her.
“I’ve thought about you, shoving me into one of the interrogation rooms and putting your hand inside my pants, feeling how wet you’ve made me and then telling me what a good girl I am before you make me come.” He grunts as his hips thrust against her.
“Is that what you want, to be a good girl for me?” She lets out a low moan when he says that and he chuckles, the vibrations against her neck sending a shiver so deeply through her body that he can feel it.
“Yes,” she breathes out and he can feel her arousal deepen even more as he slips a finger into her, sighing as he feels how tight and warm she is.
“I want to taste you,” he whispers against her collarbone, inserting another finger while slowly continuing his path down her body, stopping to take her nipple into his mouth once again.
“Please,” her voice has definitely taken on more of a whine now and he revels in it. Revels in the fact that he can reduce his feisty, sass mouthed rookie into a puddle with his touch. He reaches her stomach and continues placing open mouthed kisses as he moves even lower, finally reaching the area between her legs where she wants him. Still pumping his fingers in and out of her, he spreads her legs open with his free hand and sucks a bruise into her thigh and she moans again then begs once more, “Please Tim.”
Hearing her say his name that way does something to him that he decides to file away for later when he’s having another lonely night and can use the memory of it rather than making another reckless decision like this one. He decides to give her what she wants and without warning he latches into her clit, wrapping his tongue around her and scraping his teeth ever so gently against it. He hears her curse and doubles down, sucking and pushing his fingers in and out of her, almost groaning out loud at how wet she is and how good she feels as she starts to tighten around him. She’s crying his name over and over, and when she comes he keeps going, wringing every last bit of her climax out of her as she’s still screaming his name and he feels like he’s going to combust if he doesn’t get inside her soon.
He finally moves up, weaving a trail of kisses up her taut stomach, wrapping his tongue around each of her nipples and feeling her arch into him when he does because she’s still so sensitive.
“I need to be inside you,” he says, reaching her mouth and giving her a deep and dirty kiss. He knows she can taste herself on him as she lifts up to give him better access and it seems to turn both of them on even more.
“Yes,” she breathes, “Yes.” She reaches down and wraps her hand around his cock, pumping up and down and he can’t help himself from bucking into her, a low moan escaping his mouth. He’s momentarily distracted by what she’s doing and she takes that opportunity to flip them over and straddle him.
“My turn,” she says, a mischievous smile on her face as she kisses his chest and his stomach, tracing her tongue over his abs and running her hands down his pecs. She unbuckles his belt and then undoes his zipper, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement and then she immediately takes him in her mouth, sinking down as far as he’ll fit and then wrapping her petite hands around the rest of him. His head jerks back against the pillow in a surprised gasp and then he moans loudly as she hums around him, the vibrations sending even more pleasure to his brain and he jerks up unexpectedly. She slides her mouth off and admonishes him.
“Behave, sir,” she says and he nods, bringing his hand to her hair as she takes him in her mouth again, deeper this time and his eyes flutter closed as he concentrates on not coming right this second. He opens them to find her looking at him as she bobs up and down on his cock, swallowing and taking him even deeper. He gathers her hair into a ponytail and holds it away from her face so he can watch her. She’s too fucking good at this, sucking and swallowing and playing with his balls with her other hand and he doesn’t want her to stop but he also knows that he needs to be inside her soon and this is not how he wants to finish.
“Boot, stop,” he orders and she releases him with a wet pop and he almost groans again as the sight of her swollen lips from sucking him, “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, reaching over him and opening the drawer to her bedside table where she pulls out a string of condoms. He raises an eyebrow at her and waits for her to settle on him again before wrapping an arm around her waist and flipping them so he’s on top. He grabs the condoms from her, tearing one off the strip and then ripping it open with his teeth, slowly rolling it on his cock while she watches him with lust filled eyes.
“You ready, boot?” he asks and she nods.
“Say it, boot.” He orders in what he knows is his TO voice.
“Please fuck me sir, I need your cock inside me now,” She's definitely listening to him now, giving him exactly what he wants. The whine is back and combined with her words, its the sexiest goddamn thing he’s ever heard.
He pumps his cock several times and then spreads her legs open, as wide as he can get them before settling between them and sinking down into her. They both groan as he slides in, feeling her tight wetness and saying a silent prayer that he can last long enough to make her come at least one more time. He pushes into her harder than he means to but she seems able to take it so he keeps going until he bottoms out and they are flush against each other.
“God you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs as she wraps her legs around his waist, encouraging him to start moving and he does, pumping in and out of her while she lets out breathy little moans. He increases his pace, sliding his hands to grip her waist as her heels dig into his back and he latches onto her nlpple again, biting down and then running his tongue across it to soothe it.
“You’re taking this like such a good girl,” he praises her and then sucks in a breath to steady himself when he feels a rush of wetness from her at his words, half proud at this new information he's finding out about what she likes and half turned on at how hot it makes her.
“Harder,” She rocks into him, forcing him deeper into her as he puts on hand down to steady himself so he can really pound into her. Her hands go to his back, scratching down his long torso and he hisses in pleasure at the pain it's causing. It all feels too good and he figures that since they’re already here and it's definitely only going to be a one time thing, he might as well take full advantage.
He pulls out and she whines at the loss of him before he’s grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over. “On your hands and knees, boot,” he snarls.
“Oh fuck yes,” she says in a moan as she rises up on her knees and presents her ass to him, “Yes sir.”
He grabs her hips again and pulls her roughly to him, sliding in with one quick thrust and holds there, breathing in and out through his nose, and he’s almost glad to have the condom in place because there was no way he could have lasted this long without it.
“Your ass looks amazing like this,” he pants out and she pushes back against him and he starts thrusting into her, using his grip on her hips to hold her steady while he continues his movements and he knows he’s leaving bruises but that turns him on even more. The thought of seeing her in her uniform tomorrow, knowing that underneath she’s wearing his marks makes him even harder. He leans down and covers her, moving his hand around to cup one of her breasts and putting his mouth on her shoulder, biting down at the junction where her neck meets her shoulder and sucking, knowing he’s leaving another mark.
“Tell me what you would do to me, sir, when I sass you,” her breath is coming out in short little spurts as he continues to fuck her hard.
“When that smart mouth of yours starts going,” he bites out, turning his head to say the words as steadily as he can right into the shell of her ear, “I’ve thought about bending you over the shop and fucking you just like this, shutting you up and showing you that I’m the one in charge.” She must like what he’s saying because she groans and he feels her walls start to flutter around him so he keeps going.
“I want to shove you in the back of the shop and get you on your knees, rip off your shirt, and have you put that hot little mouth of yours on my dick, sucking me until I come all over your gorgeous tits.” She moans long and loud and he feels another burst of wetness as she tightens around him but she’s not there yet and he knows that at this pace, he’s hardly going to last longer so he reaches his hand down between her legs, finding her clit as he continues to pound into her, “I just imagine fucking you so hard, like I am right now, so that you can’t walk straight,”
“Oh yes,” she breathed out, “God yes, Tim, I’m so close, I’m about to,..”
“Is this how you like it, boot?” his words are punctuated by each thrust, each stroke of her clit as he continues talking, feeling her squeeze around him,” Me fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow? That you’ll feel it every time I make you chase someone, every time you have to get out of the shop and run down a suspect?”
She comes with a scream and squeezes him so tight he can’t hold back anymore and he roars, give her a few last final hard thrusts as he fills the condom and collapses down on her back, trying not to completely crush her by flopping down on the bed beside her, hooking his arm around her waist and turning her over before pulling her in against them.
Both of them lay there struggling to catch their breaths while they come down from their highs, her hair tickling his face as he breathes in the sweet scent of the flowery shampoo she uses, something he’s familiar with after sitting two feet across from her in the shop for months. She’s tracing lines around his abs and his chest and her head is resting on his chest where she can no doubt feel his heart beating a mile a minute. Finally he moves her off him to get up and dispose of the condom before returning to the bed, taking her back into his arms.
He knows he doesn't need to to do that and it’s much more intimate than he means it to be but somehow he can’t stop himself from doing it, not quite ready to stop holding her.
They both lay there for a while, quietly letting their breathing even out and the ramifications of what just happened start to creep into Tim’s thoughts. He’d come here to defend his ethics and had just ended up doing the most unethical thing he could have done and although he knew he straddled the line between professional and renegade pretty often, this was definitely not something he could defend, even to himself.
“I can hear you thinking, Tim,” Lucy says from her place on his chest, raising her head up to look at him, “Stop it, it’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong, this was a completely consensual act between two adults.”
“But I’m your superior, your training officer…” he sputters out and her brown eyes bore into his as she goes on.
“Yeah, and is this going to change the way you train me? Are you going to go soft on me now that you’ve slept with me?” He shakes his head, “Then there’s no problem. I’m not going to say anything either and I won’t act any differently towards you. Besides,” he rolls his eyes knowing he’s never going to get a break from her sassing him as she goes on, ”How bad would that look for me? That I fucked my hot training officer, how cliche can you get?”
He tries hard not to preen at the fact that she had to thrown in the fact that he was her "hot" TO.
“So we’re fine?” she asks, still staring at him.
He nods and she pushes off him to get up off the bed, her knees buckling slightly as she tries to stand up, resembling a baby deer as she makes her way to the bathroom and he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face.
“Shut up Tim” she throws out, not even bothering to look back.
“I didn’t say anything!” he argues in defense.
“I can hear you smirking.”
He laughs and then rubs his hand across his face, God, he’s such an idiot.
Was there any coming back from this now?
Had he waded too far into his feelings to build up the walls again?
Lucy comes back out of the bathroom and looks at him before joining him again in the bed.
“We can’t do this again, Lucy,” he says in earnest, staring directly into her huge, brown, doe eyes and trying to really mean it.
“I know,” she replies, holding his eye contact and climbing back into his arms before going on, “You can stay, if you want to,” she says softly.
He does want to and that was an even bigger problem.
Spooning after sex wasn’t part of this whole reckless TO/rookie equation that they had made this out to be but he can’t find himself wanting to get out of this bed anytime soon. Instead, he just nods and pulls her close again, letting his eyes flutter closed as sleep overtakes him, feeling strangely more content than he had been earlier tonight.
The next day at roll call finds him in his usual spot, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Although a crowd of people are streaming in, he notices Lucy right away as she makes her way over to the front to sit in her usual spot among the other rookies. She winces as she sinks down into her chair and then immediately turns to look at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and he knows he’s not hiding the cocky smile that breaks out on his face. She arches her eyebrow at him before turning to the front.
Angela and Talia both notice the look he’s giving but luckily, in their hungover state, take it to mean something else.
“Stop looking all smug just because you wimped out early and went home in the middle of our competition.” Angela spat out at him while she took the seat next to him and put her head in her hands.
“Stop talking so loud.” Talia groans on his other side, “Bradford was smart to go home.”
“Damn straight,” he says, still staring at Lucy, “I couldn’t keep up with you guys so I just went home, alone, and I feel great today.”
He wasn’t lying, he did feel damn pretty good.
Angela shoots him a death stare through her fingers while Grey begins the morning briefing and things go on pretty normally until he’s following Lucy into the garage and she bends over to put the war bags in the back of the shop and a fleeting image of her bent over in front of him last night goes through his head and he finds himself having to suppress a groan as he tries to push that memory away.
Riding together isn’t much easier as she rattles on about trying to find a new apartment and he finds himself staring at her more and more from the opposite end of the shop, thinking about the marks she has from last night. He also can’t help but notice other things too, things that he should definitely not be noticing, like how she’s fixed her hair differently today and that she purses her lips into a little pout when she’s running through a decision in her mind. She passes every Tim test with flying colors that day and he notices the way she puts her hands on her duty belt, taking on an almost superhero pose while gloating at him, silently challenging him to step up his game.
He’s totally gone on her.
He starts doing the math in his head about how much longer she has until she’s a P2 and not his rookie and then how long it’s socially and professionally acceptable to wait until he can ask her out. He sighs and leans his head back against the seat in frustration and she notices because of course she does.
“Everything okay sir?” She asks with a sly smile.
Yup, he’s totally and completely fucked. It’s a good thing he has decades of practice with compartmentalizing because it's going to take a lot of mental gymnastics to push all these complicated feelings down.
He decides to start right then and slips into a familiar role, “Don’t worry about me, boot.” he barks out, “I’m not the one who needs to get through their rookie year. Now start listing all the California penal codes, in order.”
Daring a look over, he sees a flash of heat pass through her eyes and then the familiar lip pout as she starts reciting them. “148, resisting arrest, 164 suicide…”
He doesn’t even try to hide the smirk as he continues to drive them away from the station.