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Their eyes met across the room. Lucy’s brown ones hitting icy blue. She held her clutch tighter, her only focus on her boyfriend who made his way through the dancing people to reach her.
“Hey there, beautiful.” He leaned forward, sliding a strand of Lucy’s locks behind her ear. She smiled, the way she felt his breath on her skin making her heart beat faster. “You’re not too bad yourself, sergeant” Her skin was burning under his touch, as his hands came down to take hers.
He placed her arm on his back, holding the other in place as they swayed to the music, completely in their own little bubble surrounded by friends who they saw as family.
“Have I told you how stunning you look in that dress?” Tim whispered, his gaze locked with hers. “You did now” She leaned forward, her mouth right by his ear. “But you also told me that you prefer me without it” Lucy pulled away, winking at him.
She noticed the shift in his expression, how he looked around to make sure none of their friends had heard it. His fingers wrapped tighter around hers.
“That’s true.” He let his hand slide down her back a little, stopping as he reached her waist. “Such smooth skin wasted by hiding it in cloth.” Tim let his thumb rub circles onto the fabric, and he felt her quickened breath on his neck.
Lucy pulled away, catching her breath. “Meet me outside in five” She pressed a hazy kiss on his cheek before leaving the dance floor. She felt how warm her cheeks were, there was no doubt she would find a pool between her legs caused by his words. She stepped into the hallway, following the stairs down to the main entrance.
Lucy looked around, her eyes falling onto a lonely room at the end of the hallway. She made her way towards it, pulling the door open. It was a guest bathroom, pretty small, and probably installed before the building had been turned into a wedding venue.
She heard the lively voices from upstairs, heard the laughter of Bailey mixed with those of Luna and Celina - reminding her where she was. She was in fact not alone with Tim, she was at a wedding - her exes wedding.
Lucy took a deep breath, then shrieked when someone touched her shoulder. “Luce?” She turned around, sighing in relief at Tim’s sight. “It’s you.” He nodded. “Five minutes.”
She bit her lip, looking behind him before pulling him into the small bathroom with her, locking the door behind them. Her hand reached for the switch, lighting up the room.
“Fuck me. Right here.” She pulled him closer by his suit jacket, closing the distance between them. Her kiss was demanding, stormy - a bit messy, but he followed suit, letting his hands roam her back and cherishing the curves in her body.
Tim pulled away, sliding his hands under the skirt of her blue dress and pulling it up, revealing the black lace she had chosen to wear beneath.
“God, that’s what you wore to a wedding?” He bunched the fabric before lifting her onto the edge of the bathroom counter. His finger traced the elastic, then the lace, until at last, it stopped between her legs.
The thin fabric did nothing to hide her excitement, drenched in her fluids.
In one swift motion, he pushed it to the side, connecting his mouth with her clit.
He made sure to suck where he knew she loved it, the moans escaping her mouth assuring him. Then, he stopped, standing up to kiss her.
She could taste herself from his tongue, quick hands moving down to unbuckle the belt holding up his pants. While Tim was distracted by kissing her down her neck, she pushed down the pants, stroking a shaky hand over the bulge in his boxers.
Tim groaned into the skin of her neck, hissing when her hand wouldn’t stop.
“Lucy…” he warned, but her movements continued.
He pushed her hand away, yanking his boxers down. His cock sprung free, and with quick movements, he had positioned them just right so he could slip in.
He claimed her, thrusting just hard enough to hit the spots she loved flawlessly. His teeth grazed her neck, lips latching onto it and sucking a small mark just above her collarbone — somewhere he knew was covered by her dress.
He felt her walls close up around him, her breathing heavy as she came with a suppressed moan.
Tim slowed just a litte, helping her ride out her high, before pulling out.
“Get down here” His voice was deeper, demanding.
He helped her stand on wobbly legs, turning her around to face the mirror.
His hands were quick to bend her over the counter, bunching the skirt and slipping inside once again.
This time, he didn’t stop when she came a second time. Instead, he increased the pace and toppled off the edge right after, filling her up as he held her close.
“Fuck, Lucy.” He caught his breath, leaning forward to kiss faint patterns on her neck.
He pulled out of her, grabbing some paper towels from the dispenser to clean both of them — Lucy clearly still in a state of haze.
Tim dressed himself again, wiping away the seat from his forehead before doing the same with Lucy.
Soon enough, she’d collected herself just enough to stand on her own two legs without falling.
“That was amazing” She whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“It was.”
They grinned as they emerged from the bathroom, checking their clothes one last time before heading back up to the party.
And everyone would be too distracted with Celina missing to notice the hickey on her collarbone — the one, where Tim might have miscalculated the neckline of her dress.
fin.