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“No.”

“Come on, please?” Lucy begged.

“No,” Tim repeated for the third time in the span of two minutes, this time his eyes wide and serious.

Lucy shrugged back and blinked in disbelief. “Not even for one night?” She tried again to get him to say yes.

“No.” He repeated. Final.

“I’m going to get you to give in,” Lucy smirked boldly.

Tim gave one glance back to her and walked off in search of another beer since his last one was an hour ago. He left Lucy standing alone on Nolan’s back porch.

Technically, they were invited as a couple to Nolan’s Labor Day barbecue, and they had driven together, but Tim and Lucy were adamant they were in the end stages of their “discrete” phase. Nearly everyone at the station was vaguely aware that Tim Bradford and his former hot little Rookie, Lucy Chen had begun to engage in an intimate relationship. At least, that’s what the HR form they filed with Grey last Thursday stated. (Not the ‘hot little Rookie’ part, no, that was just part of Lucy’s personal narrative he liked to joke around with).

Which is why he was understandably upset with Lucy for making that request in a room full of his police officer friends and coworkers.

Harper and Lopez were there, already on their third drink, and he was genuinely frightened of the outcome of them discovering Lucy’s request and attempting to meddle in his romantic affairs with Lucy.

He heads back inside, grabs himself another beer and respectfully drowns a quarter of it before walking off to rest in Bailey’s new armchair to contemplate his responsibility to adhere to expectations of conduct as an LAPD officer on and off duty while in public.

And what Lucy has asked of him would be compromising his stance on ethical conduct. Hell, it disrespects the badge and the boots.

Tim Bradford was a man known for his hard principles and immutable sense of justice. Lucy was asking him to bend in more ways than one and thus he was faced with a conundrum. He wanted to say yes, to give into her fantasies, give her everything she ever wanted, but his respect for his job and what he represents stopped him.

He understands that’s part of the allure. His attitude and respect for the uniform make him sexy as hell and it turns Lucy on, and so does breaking the rules. Just once, she wants to give into at least one of her riskier fantasies. Tim drew hard lines so it would be tough to win him over.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lopez’s hand on his shoulder. She sat down on the arm and nodded outside to where Lucy still stood.

“What was that about?” Angela asked.

Tim looked outside, took a sip of his beer, then blinked up at Angela, lips pressed in a thin line.

“It’s a sex thing,” he said boldly, quietly, and simply, unsure why he was meeting his fear head-on. They’d been at the barbeque all day and the request weighed around him like an impending storm.

Angela’s eyes widened at his stark response. She was expecting a tougher nut to crack.

“Oh, do tell?” She implored, throwing a grape from her snack plate into her mouth like popcorn.

“Lucy wants me in blues when we…” he breaks eye contact, using his hands to suggest what he cannot say.

“What’s the problem?” Angela shrugged, “you’ve never done it in your blues before? Not with Isabel, Rachel, or Ashley?” And thus, Angela roll called Tim’s entire dating history post-military.

Tim deflated and stared at her in disbelief. “No!” He stated truthfully. “Never in uniform. Never. A kiss in a tense moment is fine but that… That is conduct unbecoming an officer and is punishable under penal code 69.3, I take my job and the badge very seriously, Lopez.”

Angela leaned back and laughed briefly. “Penal code 69.3? Really?”

“Yeah! Look it up,” Tim said, seriously and outraged. He was not going to have sex with a woman while wearing his patrol uniform, not just because of the penal code.

Angela patted his shoulder and ate another snack from her plate.

“Do you know the motive behind the ask? Is it about the uniform? The attitude? The process of events?” Angela leaned in close and whispered, “Do you guys role-play T.O. and Rookie but you’re the rookie and she’s the T.O.? Because that’d be hot. I’m just saying.” She smiled at his discomfort and leaned back out of his personal space while he contemplated her (serious) questions.

Tim took another sip of his beer and checked his surroundings for the nearest set of ears. Thorsen and Bailey were closest but out of earshot. They were two of the more reliable guests when it came to keeping gossip on the DL. Well, Bailey would tell Nolan the second she had a chance and then it would be out, but Thorsen, he would get nervous and keep it in until someone else revealed they knew to him first. Since Aaron was closer, Tim figured it was safe to continue with the conversation.

“She relented that some aspects are unrealistic, like the location for example. Not at work, not in the shop, not while on duty, the hard lines.” Tim admitted freely, squinting his eyes, briefly considering softening the lines. Having her in the shop was one of his most re-played fantasies from before they got together. Maybe four beers were too many before Nolan finished burning all the burgers. He was starting to feel dizzy.

“Personal equipment is fine to use, but nothing owned by the city,” Tim continued, hoping Angela was following that he was talking about handcuffs and other such items from the duty belt.

“Did she mention the full meal deal ?” Angela asked, a knowing smirk on her face. It was well-known slang to officers who participated in more of the scandalous gossip. It made sense Tim might not know what she meant, but Angela was confident he was smart enough to catch on, especially if her suspicions about Lucy were right.

Unfortunately, he’s not. His look says it all. He has no idea what she’s talking about.

Angela rolls her eyes and explains.

“Fake arrest, oral in the back of the car, go home, finish up there. If you want the special, it’s a ‘night’ in lockup. I know a guy in processing who can make it happen.” Angela had to bite her lips to keep from laughing at the looks crossing Tim’s face.

Then Nyla comes up behind Angela from absolutely nowhere. “I need to know what that look is about,” she demands, pointing to Tim’s stuck face.

Quickly, he relaxes and backpedals, not wanting to draw more attention to his moral and ethical dilemma. “Nothing. Angela was just telling me about this weird sex thing.” Tim widened his eyes and nearly hit himself. Why was he being so open tonight? He finished the rest of his beer in one dip and vowed to switch back to the lemonade for the rest of the night.

Nyla’s eyebrows raised, having tried and failed over many years now to get down to dirty talk with Tim Bradford. Call it curiosity more than anything else, he played his cards so close to his chest, Nyla just wanted to check and make sure he had cards at all.

“I’m getting a lemonade, anyone want one?” Tim asked his new conversation partners who were now apparently all in on helping him solve his sex-life/work-life balance conundrum.

“Switching it up on us, Bradford? You know how dangerous that is.” Nyla narrowed her eyes to his empty beer bottle and challenged her friend.

The look on Tim’s face was not much different from moments before— he had no idea what she was talking about.

Nyla flashed her eyes hotly at the surprising idiocy coming from Tim Bradford. So unlike him. “Tim!” Nyla was quick to point out, “Those lemonades Aaron brought have vodka in them. You’ve been switching back and forth between liquor and beer since you got here. Sit your ass down and give me your damn keys.” Nyla held out her hand expectantly, disappointed Tim hadn’t noticed his mistake. She wondered if his open discussion with Angela now had more to do with the fact he was plastered and didn’t even know it. Either way, she was sticking around to find out.

Tim shuffled regretfully back to the big armchair, handing over his truck keys and swiping his hands over his face, suddenly realizing he hadn’t been able to feel a thing for the past 20 minutes, and standing up only made it worse. Lucy’s request had him all over the place. Why’d she have to ask him the second they pulled up to the house?

Angela shoved a water glass in his face and ran her hand over his head like she was soothing her young son.

“So the weird sex thing?” Nyla asked after Tim finished the glass.

“Lucy wants a full meal deal,” Angela jumped in.

“Oh, we can totally make that happen,” Nyla said in a low voice, immediately on board with getting Sergeant Tim Bradford to fake arrest Lucy and process her at the station as some sort of unspoken but well-known ritual of seduction for cops who date other cops. Nyla had done it for an ex, and she knew Angela and Wesley had done it at least four times since they started seeing each other.

“We don’t— I don’t know that. We’re absolutely not doing the special. No way. She mentioned the shop but she wasn’t serious,” Tim shook his head, feeling more of the alcohol rush up and make his tongue heavy and his lips loose.

“Knowing Lucy,” Angela failed to hold in her laugh, “Tim would be the one in cuffs. Now that’s something I’d pay to see. Lucy in uniform slamming a cuffed Bradford helplessly up against their shop.”

“It’s the uniform I have a problem with,” he explained to his friends, eyes wide and stealing a grape from Angela’s plate.

“Of course you would,” Nyla scoffed, she was delighted to be brought into the fold on this one. As much as she hated talking about her coworker’s sex lives, she did love a good reveal of information.

“What if you wore her blues?” Angela pressed with a smirk, partially testing how drunk Tim Bradford was right now.

“We’re not doing a role reversal, Angela. I’m not wearing her pants, I draw the line at her panties.” He waved his hand in front of them and was a bit too drunk to realize what he had said until it was too late. His ears flushed a deep red as Nyla and Angela responded with wide eyes and open mouths.

Angela leaned forward, unable to help herself from another laugh, and asked in the safety of their friendship circle, “Sergeant Tim Bradford likes to wear his girlfriend’s panties?” She erupted in giggles in his face before quickly recovering, wiping her eyes. “God, that’s hot. Now I know what to get Lucy for Christmas this year, thanks Timothy.”

Tim pursed his lips, deciding not to be ashamed about his likes and dislikes, but he was a little bit embarrassed to admit to himself that he likes being outed in public like this. Now if only Lucy would walk by…

“Okay, okay, serious question.” Nyla came in with a save. “Does it have to be a patrol uniform? Can you borrow one from a different department? Sheriff's uniform? LAFD?” Her options were good, but Tim shook his head.

“Has to be LAPD Patrol. She’s very specific about the shade of blue. She did say I could go without the vest underneath though and the duty belt, obviously, really just the shirt, pants, belt, and shoes I think.” Tim shrugged and stole another item from Angela’s plate. “And she wants the hat.” He added after swallowing.

Angela smirked at Nyla and announced they’d go get some real food for Bradford to sober him up. “Come on, I’ve got an idea I think might work. Thanks for the chat, Tim, it’s been very… informative.”

They walked off and left Tim alone. Bailey and Aaron had walked off a long time ago and he’d lost sight of Lucy around the time Nyla pointed out he was seven drinks in, not four.

He closed his eyes for just a moment until he was startled awake by Lucy’s soft touch on his forearm.

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“Hi,” Lucy said, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Hi,” Tim blinked awake. He wasn’t asleep for long and was still feeling very tipsy. Standing up was not an option anytime soon, and not until after Angela returned with his food. For now, though, he could handle talking to Lucy.

“You dozed off,” Lucy pointed out, rubbing her hand up and down his arm. Lucy was learning more and more how imperative physical touch was to Tim, and how much it turned him on too. She bent down at her waist, standing over his lap in the chair.

“Drank too much,” Tim admitted, love drowning in his eyes.

“Oh really?” Lucy asked, even more amused now.

“Mmm hmm,” Tim nodded and shifted his hips, feeling his pants grow tighter as he adjusted himself. She smelled like a warm summer sunset and all he wanted to do was get lost in the scent of her.

“Did you think some more about my request?” Lucy asked, moving her hand up his bicep and shoulder now, having noticed her actions were winning him over much quicker in his vulnerable state.

“I did,” Tim nodded, blatantly starting from her face to her chest. She was wearing a wrap shirt, and she knew how he felt about those kinds of shirts. “I understand the appeal, I do. You don’t even know how many scenes I’ve played in my head with you in uniform, boot.” Tim bites his cheek to stifle a groan when Lucy’s nails dig in at the name.

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” Lucy nodded, shifting to sitting on the arm of the chair instead of kneeling in front of him.

“Anyway, I talked to Lopez and Harper and they’re working on a little something to help me out.” He used his gruff admission as a cover to pull her into his lap. Even after just a few quick dirty thoughts, he was half-hard and in his drunken state, Lucy Chen was a much better cover for a public boner than an obvious couch pillow.

“You, Tim Bradford, talked about your sex life in public?” Lucy clarified, unbelieving in his statement. She placed one hand low on his abdomen and the other wrapped comfortably behind his shoulders, grasping his neck.

“Not in so many words. I was careful.” His eyes widened dramatically, proving to Lucy he was still rocking the boat. His hands hadn’t left her skin since he pulled her down in his lap and it seemed like he had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. Turned out, tipsy Tim was a little more tactile than sober Tim. 

Lucy didn’t get to meet tipsy Tim often.

Lucy liked Tipsy Tim. 

He ran his hand up her leg, unfortunately, covered by jeans. Thankfully though, they were Lucy’s relaxed jeans and featured holes in the knees and thighs. Tim’s hand was currently attempting to make one of those holes much bigger than it was designed for. His other hand was wrapped around her middle and pawing at her midriff.

Her shirt was low-cut and loose, and he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her chest. There were still a few things he had yet to do with her chest that would check items off his fantasies list. Thankfully, other barbeque guests were so busy with their own conversations on the porch that no one other than them was inside the house.

Tim took the opportunity to kiss down the characters of her neck tattoo. He palmed the other side of her neck with the hand from her thigh, not able to touch nearly enough skin at once.

“Tim!” Lucy giggled. His stubble tickled in just the wrong spot and she gently pushed him away, also realizing he was drunk and they were technically in public. Tim would rarely act like this if he were sober and she’d hate for him to realize later that Lucy aided in his debauchery instead of putting a stop to it.

Or maybe she just wanted to hear him beg.

“Come on, please?” Tim repeated her plea from earlier. “Just a little bit of making out? Angela will be back soon with my burger, but I’m only hungry for you, Lucy Chen.” Tim smiled and tried to kiss more of her neck.

Lucy pushed him back, laughing, “I’m sorry, that was really bad.” She shifted on his lap, having a little too much fun with his groans before settling back in and resetting her features. “So you’ll fuck me drunk at a party with all our cop friends but you won’t fuck me in private wearing your blues?”

Tim gulped at the call out. She was right. Drunk or not his straight line of moral sense wasn’t so straight. He knew for a fact that if he were fully sober and Lucy Chen invited him to the bathroom, he wouldn’t hesitate for a damn second.

“Don’t worry, Lucy,” Angela announced, walking back into the house carrying a plate with two hot dogs and a cheeseburger. “I’m setting something up for you. I think you’ll both find it comparable. Sorry Tim spilled the beans on your request, it seems he forgot how to read and didn’t know the lemonades Aaron brought were vodka.”

Angela passed the plate over to Lucy and Tim eagerly grabbed a hotdog.

“Baby,” Lucy sighed with empathy, pursing her lips at him and rubbing his chest. She knew how important it was for him to stay sober and well-paced in public. Especially when he had plans to drive home.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her, swallowing down the hotdog in four bites. He spoke low, as if afraid Angela would see him having a moment of softness with the woman he loved. Only Lucy had earned the right to see him like that.

He pulled her in for a soft kiss, ignoring his audience for just a moment longer. He really loved Lucy Chen.

“What have you got, Ange?” Tim asked, getting started on the burger. Lucy began to eat the other hot dog and Tim struggled to listen to Angela’s solution while Lucy was shoving that damn hog down her throat. He groaned in the middle of Angela’s explanation, clearly distracted by Lucy’s mouth stuffed with hotdog.

“Lucy, can you tone it down while I pitch this to Bradford? I swear, two minutes is all I need.” Angela almost regretted bringing in the food but clearly, the alcohol was hitting Tim harder than she thought. His eyes were glazed over and it was obvious he had a one-track mind right now.

“As I was saying… Luckily, I have good connections and can get you something delivered in two weeks that I think will serve its purposes just fine. All I need from you, Lucy, is Tim’s inseam.”

“I have that, I’ll text it to you right now,” Lucy bit the inside of her cheek to keep her grin from growing too much as she pulled out her phone. She knew Angela was tight with the party-stripper crowd. She had a CI who spent most of their time repairing costumes and listening to shop gossip. She’d be the perfect person to help Tim out with his blues but not blues issue.

“Well then, I’ll leave you two to it. Kinda felt like I was interrupting something earlier,” Angela smirked and winked at Lucy.

“You were,” Tim gruffed, his mouth muffled by Lucy’s hair. “Beat it, Lopez.” Tim shooed her away with the flick of his wrist, landing it on Lucy’s leg and hitching her higher on his lap.

“I can only play interference for so long. Make it quick, Bradford!” Angela called out before sliding the patio door shut and playing goalie for anyone trying to cross the net into the house.

“Thanks, Angela!” Lucy called out with a giggle. Tim’s stubble tickled her bare skin just so much.

“Where were we?” Tim grumbled, kneading his hand along her side.

“Right about here,” Lucy drawled, pulling on his lip in a bruising kiss and moving his hand up to grab at her tit. If they were going to have the house to themselves for a bit, they might as well make use of their time.

“I have a lot of fantasies about you that we haven’t gotten to yet,” Tim admitted, pushing at the edge of her shirt to tongue at the supple flesh of her breast.

“Do tell,” Lucy curled her body in, creating a cave of privacy for Tim to lift her breast out of her bra cup and play with her nipple. Both of her arms extended forward over the back of the chair, her body twisted to sit on him side-saddle but face him fully.

“I want to fuck your tits,” he breathed hot air on her sternum, rubbing his light stubble between her breasts and nipping at her underboob.

“I can arrange that,” Lucy huffed, crossing her legs to ease the ache. “What else?” She cradled his head in her arms, creating a secret love cave in her chest.

Tim pulled his face away from her to look up and kiss her mouth again, practically shoving his tongue down her throat and roaming his hands over her shoulder, back, waist, and hip.

“I want you to be rough with me,” he gasped, feeling lighter after admitting one of his more vulnerable fantasies. “I’ve seen how you handle guys twice my size. It gets me so fucking hot.” Tim’s eyes blazed with heat, his cock was more than hard now, poking Lucy in her hip. There was no way she wasn’t aware of his state of arousal.

“As long as we negotiate boundaries, we can do that too,” Lucy smirked, taking a series of quick pecks from his lips and ending with a long, sloppy, wet kiss.

“I want you to get me off, here,” Tim whispered, pleading with his desperate touch and uncomfortable shifting of his hips.

“We can’t, Tim, you’re drunk.” Lucy protested, eyeing the sliding door and seeing Angela had roped in Celina and Aaron to help with her gatekeeping.

“I’m only asking for a handjob,” Tim pleaded, mindlessly playing with her nipple again as he kept rubbing and shifting her against his lap.

Lucy rolled her eyes and laughed, “only,” she scoffed. “It’s never just only with us, you know that, Tim.”

“If you give me a handjob now, I’ll seriously consider wearing my uniform for you later,” Tim offered.

Lucy put her hand over his heart and pushed herself out of his grasp despite his protest.

“Are you trying to drunk barter with me?” Lucy accused.

“I’m not drunk,” Tim protested.

“Oh yeah? Can you pass a field sobriety test right now?” Lucy goaded.

Tim didn’t break eye contact. Lucy was winning this battle but Tim was determined to win the war.

“No,” he said truthfully. “But I am sober enough to pinky promise,” Tim leaned back into her space and kissed her slowly, putting in every ounce of effort he could muster to make it a good kiss.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Lucy said after catching her breath. Sometimes, it caught her by surprise, how good of a kisser Tim could be when he tried, and after that first pathetic kiss, he tried very hard every time.

“I’m listening,” Tim said into her neck, pulling, again, at the front of her shirt.

“I’ll give you a handjob now if you let me surprise you with one of your fantasies sometime this week. You don’t get to know when or what fantasy, but tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’ll talk about those boundaries and I get free range on when to do it.”

“Yes,” Tim consented immediately. Honestly, he’d consent to anything if it meant Lucy was going to put her hands on him right here right now.

“You’re so easy, Bradford,” Lucy teased, inching her fingers down his chest and stopping at the button of his jeans. She tugged on his waistband a few times before sliding her hand down and palming his length through his pants.

“Ungh,” Tim moaned louder than it sounded in his head.

“Shh,” Lucy shushed him with a finger on his lips, a finger he eagerly sucked into his mouth. “You’re gonna get us caught,” she said, plucking his pants button free from its hole with her wet finger.

“That’s half the fun,” Tim groaned, looking down at his crotch to see Lucy dragging the zipper pull down its teeth. He could come from the sight alone; her pale yellow painted nails pulling apart his pants and reaching in to grab and pull out his hard cock. “Lucy,” he moaned, his cock sliding through her grip as she held it and thumbed over the head.

“How long have you been hard?” Lucy breathed into his ear, gently stroking him and getting him to the point where his dick was pointed skyward.

“Since you asked…” Tim struggled to speak, mouth agape and lost in the pleasure of being surrounded, all-encompassed, by Lucy.

“Since I asked, what?” Lucy pretended not to know, enjoying how quickly it took her to render him speechless. All she had done was pull his dick from his pants and breathe on his neck. He gave her a strangled groan when she brought her hand up to spit in it then tongued his earlobe, pulling on it just slightly with her teeth.

“Since you… Since… Uh, um. You. When. You. Ahh, Lucy,”

“Since I asked, what, Tim?” Lucy asked again, grinning at his lack of resolve, at the power she had over him.

Tim decided instead of answering her, that it would just be easier to kiss her quiet.

However, Lucy didn’t go for that. She let him kiss her, then stopped the motion of her tight grip on his head and pulled back, “Since I asked, what, Tim?” She asked again.

Tim panted, desperate for her to keep touching him. Her hand stayed on his cockhead, but it did nothing but make contact with his sensitive skin. No gripping, no swiveling, no pressure, nothing. Torture.

“Since you asked me to fuck you in my uniform,” Tim choked out after considerable effort. “Fuck, Lucy, please,”

It seemed Tipsy Tim was also Desperate, Horny Tim. Curious… Lucy would have to play around with that more later. For now, she glanced up and could see Bailey trying to get back into the house, stopped only by Angela’s stern warning and tense thumbing toward where they were seated in her chair. She had to be quick with it now.

“Good boy,” Lucy mumbled, resuming the motion of her hand and pressing tiny little kisses across his shirt’s neckline. “You’ve been hard for a while now, are you ready to come?”

“Uh huh,” Tim nodded, desperately, eagerly.

“Well, too bad.” Lucy punctuated with a nip to his chin. “You’re going to have to wait,” she shoved him back in his pants and slapped his chest before getting up off his lap and throwing him a blanket just as Nolan and Bailey walked into the house and looked over to the living room before making it to the kitchen.