YOU OWE ME.
This chapter belongs to the TV series "The Rookie", all rights belong to its creators, I
only borrowed the characters of Tim and Lucy for this mini story, but the characters do
not belong to me. It takes place after chapter 5x19.
This story is for 18-year-olds (+18), read it on your own responsibility.
Sorry for the mistakes, but english is not my first lenguage.
It was 8:00 p. m. when Tim and Lucy walked in through the front door. Like every night
for weeks, Tim slept at Lucy's house almost every night. His routine was to go home
and check on Kojo, take him for a walk and feed him, spend some time with him, grab
a few things and go to his girlfriend's house.
Today had been a particularly hard day for him, but he didn't want to think about it right
now. Lucy had to study and he had offered to help her, so he killed two birds with one
stone, helped his girlfriend and didn't weigh on the horrible day he'd had.
Tim: Well- he said taking off his backpack and leaving it on the floor next to the counter
and his jacket on the coat rack- we can make dinner or if you want we can call
somewhere and order something to eat.
Lucy: To be honest, I prefer that we cook tonight, I feel like eating something
homemade, besides- I smile while taking off my jacket- I won't say no to seeing you in
the kitchen, you're very sexy between the stoves- she answered playfully.
Tim smiled and gave him a small kiss on the head as he headed to the room they shared to change clothes and make himself more comfortable. She pulled her pajamas
out of the drawer, the one she shared with Lucy and in which she had two pajama
pants, some boxer pants, socks and a pair of T-shirts that are already so old that they
only serve for sleeping or cleaning.
Lucy: I always like to see you do that – she said entering the room, watching him take off his shirt.
Tim: I'm just undressing to make myself more comfortable- he smiled as he turned
around so she could observe her naked torso.
He was fit, but not excessively, he had a hard and firm body, thanks to the hours
of gym and his police work. He kept taking off his clothes until he was in
those black lycra boxers that she seemed to like so much. Lucy smiled even more as
she watched the obvious bulge that marked Tim's underwear. He threw away his shirt,
playful while she undressed to become also comfortable and he put on his pajama
pants and shirt, it was a short-sleeved police shirt, training, with the worn color. He
approached her and kissed her on the lips before leaving and going to the kitchen to
start preparing dinner.
He went to the fridge and pulled out two steaks of veal and carrots. He took several
potatoes out of the basket. Tim was a good cook. Isabell, his ex, was not very good at
cooking, but to him, the world of cooking had always caught his attention, besides, he
relaxed cooking. Now they were watching the new season of Top Chef and there were
some recipes and dishes they wanted to try, but that night had to be something more
basic. Lucy left the room and went to the kitchen, but Tim stopped her and sat her on
one of the chairs on the counter and poured her a glass of wine, kissed her on the lips
and started cooking as she watched him.
Lucy smiled with her glass of wine in hand as she watched how methodical her
boyfriend was at cooking time, smooth and clean movements as he cut. She was in
love with him, she couldn't say exactly when it happened, especially if she remembers
the first few months with the ruthless Tim, but once she got to know him, she realized
that everything in him was a facade, a shell that had been built when Isabell left. He
had always been a tough and inflexible superior when it came to teaching her how to
be a cop, and he had succeeded because she was one of the top five he had trained.
Some time later, they were sitting at the counter enjoying, accompanied by a good
wine, the meat that Tim had prepared with a mashed potatoes and baby carrots
sautéed with parsley. They dined quietly while talking about the day they had had. One
of the things about getting to know each other so well is that they could talk about
anything, no matter if they were serious or light things, and even nonsense, although
the latter were not what Mr. Grumpy liked most. A smile curved Lucy's lips as she
watched Tim finish his glass of wine.
Tim: If you keep looking at me like that, we're not going to study tonight, you're looking
at me like a hungry wolf. Go get your things while I pick up all this stuff and do the
dishes.
Lucy: Wow, you're so bossy," he replied, rising from the table as he picked up
everything.
Tim: You like me to be bossy- he smiled and winked at her, playful. Come on, boot, get your things.
Lucy: "I'm not a boot anymore," she replied as she headed to the room to get her
books and notes.
Tim: You will always be my boot- he smiled as he started washing the dishes.
His smile grew wider as he remembered how it all started between them, all the things
he had done to her during training, and though he might have gone too far with some of
them, he didn't regret anything, because she had never shaken up at any of her trials
and was now one of the best five rookies he had trained. She was a great cop and he
was proud of that.
About two hours later, Tim and Lucy were sitting on the couch as he asked her
questions about what had already been studied. She had a prodigious memory and
was very tenacious. Lucy had only failed one of all the questions I had asked her.
Seeing how she concentrated as she tried to come up with the answer, the smile that
stuck on her lips when she hit it. . . God, I was in love with her.
Lucy: I think I've had enough for tonight because I'm not able to hold anything in my
head anymore- she said choking a yawn.
Tim: Well, this time has been productive, but I think it's time for us to go to bed, you're
exhausted- he tried to stand up, but Lucy stopped him, making him sit on the couch
again.
Lucy: "I'm not tired," she said, resting her head on Tim's chest, making him wrap his
arms around her.
Tim watched as Lucy snuggled up against his body and couldn't help but react to her
touch. He didn't know what was going on with him, but he couldn't control himself when
she was around. Lucy looked up and joined her lips to Tim's, in a slow kiss as he
caressed her cheek, rubbing her thumb. She began to deepen the kiss when she felt
like he was going to take control, but she took his hands and pulled them away from
her body.
Lucy: No, you owe me and I'm in charge tonight- she said smiling as Tim leaned his
arms on the back of the couch and she started to pull up his shirt.
Slowly, Lucy began to show the torso of the man who was driving her mad. His pecs
were firm and hard, like the abdominal ones, six, marked, but without being
exaggerated, Tim kept in shape, but it was his eyes, with that particular color that were
giving her chills. . . No man had ever looked at her like he did. . . She pulled his shirt
over his head and began to deposit soft kisses on the corner of his lips, his chin, the
neck.
Slowly she went down to the pecs and pulled out the tip of her tongue when it reached
its nipples. She loved to see him breathing harder and harder, but he didn't move as
she turned her attention to him. Lucy continued with her attentions as she went down
his torso. . . Tim had no hair, he waxed all over his body, except in the genital area,
where he had a little bit of hair cut off, which turned her on very much. . .
Without saying anything, when she reached the rubber band of his pajamas, Lucy got
up and took him by the hand to put him on his feet, and guided him to their room. When
they got to bed, Lucy stood in front of him and looked at Bradford, standing, shirtless
and with an obvious erection inside his pajama pants. . . She smiled while with a
gesture of her hands she told him to take them off. . . Tim smiled while in a single move
he was naked in front of her, unable to hide how much he wanted her. . .
Lucy laid him down on the bed and as he sat down in the middle and crossed his arms
over his head, she undressed for him. . . Maybe that old shirt wasn't sexy enough to do
a striptease, but Tim watched her with adoration in his eyes as she undressed her
clothes, garment by garment until she was left with only a pair of lace panties that went
out of tune with the whole outfit. . .
Lucy: What? - she asked raising an eyebrow- maybe the pajamas were old but my
underwear doesn't have to be - she smiled as he laughed at her comment.
Tim: "I have not complained at all," he replied as he watched her, unable to hold back
the erection that rise proudly toward her navel.
Lucy stripped of her underwear and climbed to bed, on her knees, staggering over him,
her intimacy touching Tim's. A sigh slipped from his lips as he felt Lucy's weight on him.
She bent over and kissed him on the lips, a slow, scorching kiss and smiled against his lips as she saw that he wasn't touching her. . . Tonight I wanted him to forget all the bad
things that had happened today, and that's what was going to do. . .
She lowered her lips towards his abdomen again as Tim breathed harder and harder as
he felt Lucy use her tongue to walk around his body, descending further and further
down to his most sensitive area, feeling as she pulled her genital hair as she smiled. . .
She didn't give him time to say anything because she felt Lucy's mouth insert the tip of
his member and begin to play with it, surrounding it with her tongue as she carees him
with her hand to the base.
Lucy watched him as she pushed his dick deeper and deeper. . . She loved playing
with Tim, feeling him getting harder and harder as she kissed and licked him, slowly,
rising and descending slowly, in no hurry. . . She loved to provoke him and knew how to
do it, just as she knew he was dying to touch her in those moments. . . She took her
dick out of her mouth and didn't give him time to do anything else because Tim
grabbed her and mounted it on his lap as he kissed her hard, he was completely
ecstatic. The kiss was a clear indication of everything that was coming that night. . . the
next day neither of them worked so tonight was going to be complete for them without
having to worry about the clock.
Tim: You've been very mean to me," he said as he turned around, standing on top of
her, fitting into her thighs as he looked into her eyes, fiery. Now it's my turn - and he
didn't give her time to open his mouth because he got hold of her lips again.
He was kissing her as if he needed her to breathe, his demanding tongue, the lips too.
He kept kissing her as she stroked her back, sliding her hands until she put them on
Tim's butt, hard to touch until she sank her fingernails to indicate that she needed
more, so much more. . .
Slowly, Tim moved his lips down her body, leaving a trail of kisses as he descended to
his breasts. . . He took out his tongue and approached one of the nipples, surrounding
it, while with his forefinger and thumb, he paid attention to the other. His tongue circled
and his lips clasped her nipple as she groaned with pleasure, now caressing Tim's
crotch, while he groaned with pleasure. . . He loved kissing her on her breasts, he
loved the reaction it provoked in her. . . As he divided the attention between her two
breasts, her hand slipped down her belly, reaching the pubic area, caressing Lucy's
hair, descending to her opening, noticing her wet with desire for him.
With great delicacy he began to caress her clitoris, slowly, in circles while his lips and tongue devoted all her attention to her breasts. . . Lucy breathed more and more
agitated, felt the lips, the tongue and above all what he was doing to her with her
fingers. . . Tim knew very well what he was doing and was not disappointing her, his
thumb replaced his finger and while caressing in circles the nude of nerves, he inserted
the index finger inside her, feling the moisture, the touch he liked so much.
He left her breasts to climb back to her lips as he did not stop caressing her intimacy,
her tongues danced a dance as she writhed with pleasure at the attentions of Tim, who
knew she was near, her body betrayed her, the tremor that began to form in her lower
area and looked into her eyes when she could not hold back anymore and gave herself
to orgasm with her eyes fixed on Tim, who kept looking at her as he kept moving his
fingers inside her.
Tim watched her get lost in pleasure because there was nothing more beautiful in the
world than to see Lucy reach an orgasm, one he had given her. When her trembling
stopped, Tim pulled his fingers out of her internality and without taking Lucy's eyes
away he took them to his mouth, licking the remnants of that faded orgasm before her
eyes. . . She always loved to see Tim do that. . . Tim reached out his hand and pulled a
condom from the bedside table.
He knelt before her gaze, who could not help but observe how the condom slipped his
member more than erect, it was about to explode. When he got it right, Tim leaned over
and kissed her on the lips as Lucy intertwined her hands on Tim's head, feeling the tip
of his erection groped the entrance. Slowly he move inside her, inch by inch until he
was completely buried, leaning on the forearms on either side of her head, resting his
nose on hers as he tried to control himself.
Tim: I need a moment - he said as she stroked her head, smiling - you're pushing me to
the limit and I don't want this to be over yet - he smiled as he slowly kissed her again,
trying to calm down.
Slowly he come out of Lucy as she let out a small moan of pleasure, to bury himself
again in her body. Lucy's hands went down his back, caressing the muscles strained by
the movements while her other hand went down her butt, accompanying his
penetrating motion.
Sweat covered Tim's back as he went in and out of her and his lips kept searching for
hers, tireless, insatiable. The rushes were gaining intensity, the friction, the desire,
increasing with each rush until Lucy, with her body, turned them around to get on top of
Tim. There was no more beautiful vision in the world than Lucy on top as she made
love to him. Her face smiling with passion, her breasts, full, accompanying the dance of
her hips as he moved under her, burying himself deep, guiding her with one hand on
her hips and caressing her breasts with the other.
Lucy watched her love underneath her, his eyes closed, his body sweaty and tense,
holding on to be able to bring her to orgasm, enjoying with her. Tim always made sure
she crossed the finish line first, and she was getting it with his moves. His neck veins
were marked by tension and his body was getting harder and harder from the strain,
his pecs, tha abs completely in tension. She put his hands on his chest and that made
him open his eyes and get stuck in hers, he knew that look, he knew what it meant. He
sat on the bed as he embraced her body, wrapping her like a second skin. He leaned
his forehead on Lucy's as she picked up the pace, moving in circles as he again
caressed the nerve knot of his intimacy when the orgasm came over her and she
began to tremble over Tim, which made him stop holding on and released himself with
her with moans of passion as their foreheads rested with each other, bodies sweaty,
trembling in what seemed to be an eternity until the two of them fell on the bed, Lucy
over Tim, who kept hugging her. loosen up.
For minutes they remained like this, breathing agitatedly without moving, just enjoying
the silence that had settled in the room. Shortly after, Tim made a move for her to
move. He came out of her and took off the condom before it lost all the hardness, tied
the knot and she took it off and threw it into the trash can on her side of the bed. As
soon as she did, Tim wrapped her in a new embrace and she let her head rest on his
chest, listening to the heartbeat normalize. There was nowhere else she wanted to be
at that moment, that was her favorite spot, embracing him, feeling the heat of her body
as he caressed her back in a distracted way.
Tim: I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't get tired of you, I never get enough
he confessed as he felt Lucy's lips kissing her right pec while her hand stroking his left.
Lucy: The same goes for me – she smiled as she felt Tim's hand go down her back to
land on her butt, where he left it.
Lucy raised her head and smiled at him before bowing down and giving him a soft kiss
on the lips, a kiss he deepened before she could move away. Little kisses followed
afterwards as they smiled without being able to stop.
Tim: I don't remember ever being so happy – he caressed Lucy's long hair as the
words came out of his mouth uncontrollably – you make me very happy, Agent Chen.
Something in his gaze changed as he said those words, and she noticed Tim's
expression on his face. She knew him well enough to know that a serious thought had
crossed his mind.
Lucy: What's wrong with you?
Tim: That's it, that I realized how happy you make me and I've never been so happy
with anyone in my life - he replied as he watched Lucy roll her eyes. It's true, with
anyone, I can't say I wasn't happy with Isobell, because I was, but what I feel about
you. . . I've never felt it with anyone.
Lucy smiled as she saw that man in her bed, Tim Bradford, the hard, strong, unfeeling
man, almost six feet tall, was ashamed to confess that. A few years ago it would not be
have possible to hear something like that from Tim's lips, he always seemed angry,
ruthless even, but now she knew that it was facade, it was something he used to
protect himself, because that was the real Tim, a good, loving, generous man, maybe a
little grumpy, but with a sensitive and tender heart.
Lucy: Well, she said, leaning back on her chest, "you seem to have a heart after all,"
Lucy smiled as she kissed him on the chest, over the heart, and he kissed her on the
head as he wrapped her more into his body.
Lucy: I'm also happier than I've ever been and I owe it all to you, you saved me, you
gave me the chance to live on and now I'm doing it with you and I'll never be able to
express how grateful I am for that.
They looked into each other's eyes and kissed again, slow, passionate. . . Tim's kisses
were deep and always left her stunned. Without breaking the kiss she sat back on
Tim,s lap as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. Lucy felt Tim come alive again under her
and smiled against his lips as he caressed her butt.
Lucy: I need a nice and relaxing bath with you- she slid down his body with the tip of
her tongue, teasing.
Tim: It's too late for that - he replied closing his eyes, feeling her sliding over his body,
licking and brushing the key areas.
Lucy: I don't care how late it is - she replied, caressing his more than prepared member
- you owe me.
She got up from bed and smiled as she winked at him. Tim raised his head when he
lost touch with Lucy's body. There she was, standing, completely naked and wanting
him. He watched as she entered the bathroom and could not help but smile as he
stood up. He looked at himself in the mirror, completely naked and erect again for her.
Without thinking he went into the bathroom to continue the night, if Lucy wanted a bath,
she'd have a bath.
Twenty minutes later, the two were immersed in a bubble bath, Tim behind as the
weight of Lucy's body rested on his chest. At that time Tim was soapy her long hair
while giving her a scalp massage, he knew she loved it when he touched her hair and
he liked to touch any part of Lucy's body, so at that moment the two of them were more
than happy. She was completely relaxed against him as she felt Tim's big hands get
lost in her head. He put some water on Lucy,s hair until she was without any rest of
bubles.
She dropped back on Tim's chest again as he wrapped his hands around her waist,
enjoying the weight of her body on him and could not restrain himself and began to
slide his hands lower as his lips were lost at her neck. The day had been difficult for
him, but being with her at that moment relaxed him, nothing was so bad when he was
with her. Her hands reached the nerve knot of her intimacy and he began to caress her
slowly, in circles as he slipped a finger inside her, the erection touch the bottom of butt,
but it didn't matter because this was for her, for her enjoyment, and he continued
touching her as she guided his hand, indicating how she wanted to be touched at that
moment. No one had ever complained about him as a lover and he knew how to give
pleasure, but he didn't care at all when Lucy took control and let him know what she
wanted and how she wanted it.
She bowed her head back as the caresses grew more and more intense, moving her
head to meet Tim's lips, depending the kiss as she left her hand for him to continue on
its own as she tangled hers in his hair, deepening the kiss as a few gasps escaped
from her mouth. She was close and he knew it and when he broke the kiss and looked
into her eyes he could feel everything he felt for her. He knew he loved her, but he
wasn't ready to say those words yet, but one day he would be, Tim knew that Lucy was
the woman of his life and wanted everything with her, those three words weren't
necessary at that moment because his eyes told her.
Tim: Come for me.
Lucy squirted in spasms as Tim continued caressing her nonstop, feeling the walls of
her vagina clasp her fingers while his other hand continued touchiong the small button,
between uncontrollable moans of passion. Tim squeezed his legs and opened them up,
not allowing her to close them for the orgasm to be more intense, and it was, because
she lost the strength of her body as she fell surrendered on him, totally relaxed.
Tim: I'll never get tired of watching you cumming for me.
An hour later the two of them were naked in bed, looking at each other, saying nothing,
just listening to their breaths. Lucy made Tim lie down and she lay down with him, with
her head back on his chest while he covered them with the sheet. He leaned his cheek
on her head and inhaled the scent of her shampoo as he felt her stroking his chest in
circles, he doesn't know how long they stayed like that until they fell asleep.
Tim had a little smile on his face as he dreamed of a future next to her, in a house,
married, and with children, Kojo running through the garden while a blond-haired boy
and a dark-haired girl ran with a ball while smiling parents watched them from the
porch listening to the laughter and barking of a home, their home.
THE END