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It’s an odd feeling, really – this morning, she and Tim were still broken up; she was wondering if he was ever going to ask her out, and now, just like that, they’re back together.
And Lucy is going to move in with him.
Her whole world shifted unexpectedly on its axis in the span of a few hours. For the better, of course. She’d been expecting a third first date, probably easing back into things – especially considering Tim seemed to be treading carefully with his approach after he first attempted to talk to her because he’d gotten scared.
But, no. He had plans to go big.
And she agreed to them.
Honestly, she can’t believe how happy she is. She can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. They’re already back to teasing each other easily and she feels so good about this. The way he’d opened up to her that he was scared, told her that he had spent enough nights without her, then declared he wants her all the way in his life, it already felt different.
Now they’re again planning to meet after shift, but now the way Tim asks her if she’s ready to go home, it feels like the most normal thing in the world.
When they arrive he unlocks the front door and they step through, and Kojo rushes over to give Tim a quick nudge before he focuses all his attention on Lucy.
Tim grunts his disapproval at his companion’s lack of loyalty, but he’s smiling anyway.
“Want something to eat?” Tim asks her as Kojo smothers Lucy with love and affection, as if the dog knows she’s back in their lives – permanently, forever.
Lucy quirks her eyebrows at him and grins, dropping her voice to the low, sultry tone he loves. “That’s what’s on your mind right now? Because I was thinking of doing something else.” She loops her arms around his neck and he reacts instantly to the tone in her voice, the look in her eyes, the way she moves toward him with purpose. “Is it because I’m all sweaty and dirty from the docks? Because we’re pretty good in the shower, if I remember correctly.”
“I literally could not care less about the dirt and sweat.”
Lucy huffs a breathy laugh, “I mean, it’s no Valentine’s Day outfit.”
“Oh, you did that just to drive me insane,” he jokes as he nuzzles her neck, hands finding their place on her hips. He’s teasing, but the way Lucy purses her lips and bites back a laugh, trying to remain serious, tips him off. Pulling back he looks at her and narrows his eyes at her in realization. “Oh my god, you did!”
“Okay, fine,” Tim’s jaw drops in mock surprise at her admittance, “But only because I thought you were bringing a date!” she clarifies in a rush.
Now, Tim looks at her as if she’s lost her mind. “A date? What- why?”
Lucy shrugs nonchalantly as if it’s not a big deal, though she remembers how it ate her up in the hours before the gala, how she’d been sick to her stomach at the prospect. “In the surveillance van that day, I asked if you were bringing a date and you said yes-“
“It was Genny!” Tim practically squeaks.
“You didn’t say that!”
Tim blinks, and she wonders if he’s replaying their entire interaction in the van to the best of his recollection. “I… I would have never,” he tells her seriously, voice soft and solemn. “Lucy. Never.”
“Well, I thought…” she says softly. “So, I thought I’d, you know, remind you what you lost.”
Tim is still deep in thought, clearly perturbed by the fact that she thought he would bring someone else as his date. “I’m so sorry.”
Lucy lets out a little laugh, playing with the lapel of his shirt. “It was just a misunderstanding.”
“I’m sorry for all of it,” he says softly and she blinks at him.
“I know,” she tells him honestly, voice soft. She lets her hand run up his chest, playing with the collar of his shirt before patting his chest in comfort, letting her hands remain there as she feels his heart beat below. “I know you are - and I forgive you. So just remember that and, maybe, be a little lenient in forgiving me when I inevitably piss you off next time.”
A cross between a breath and a laugh escapes Tim’s lips as he gazes down at her. “That seems fair.”
“Any other outfits that you particularly liked?” she baits.
He hums. “Your uniform.”
“What?” she gasps with a burst of laughter. “My uniform? The uniform I wear every single day for twelve hours a day and have since the day we met?”
“I like you in your uniform. Especially with the stripes now.”
She grins widely at that. “Me, too.”
“It’s pretty hot,” he adds with a smile and then decides that’s enough talking as he surges forward to capture her lips.
Lucy giggles into the kiss, responding eagerly. Tim’s tongue slides against hers while his hands slide down her back, over the curve of her ass where they rest momentarily before they slide forward and he tries to undo the button on her jeans, failing after a few attempts because he’s otherwise distracted by her mouth.
“Do you remember the last time we did this?” she breathes against his lips as she momentarily pulls away, popping the button on his own jeans with ease and sending him a smug smirk that she was able to accomplish the task he wasn’t.
Tim huffs a laugh into her shoulder, biting a mark into it. “What, April Fool’s Day?”
“No,” she says with a chuckle, tilting her neck for access before he moves his lips from her shoulder to the spot below her ear. “I mean, before. The last time, before we broke up when- we didn’t know it would be the last time.”
“Yes,” he admits in a breath. “But it wasn’t the last time,” he points out softly. “Because there was Valentine’s Day and April Fool’s Day and… now.”
“But for a while, I just,” she says, her voice low and soft, “I just kept thinking I couldn’t believe that was the last time and we didn’t even know it.”
Tim pulls away from her to look into her eyes. “I know. I remember it,” he says simply, voice tender with emotion.
Looking up into his warm eyes as her hand wanders higher to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, Lucy lets out a breath. “This is our last first time.”
“Nu-uh,” he replies, moving his lips to her ear. “It’s not,” he whispers hotly into it.
“Wha- it’s not?” she asks with a frown as she pushes him away so she can look at him.
“We’ll have this first time,” he explains, pushing her open button-down shirt off her and kisses her, now bare, shoulder again, “We’ll have a lot of other first times, too,” he adds as he moves to kiss her neck, teeth grazing across the sensitive skin there and Lucy’s body arches into it.
“First time with a ring on your finger,” he continues between kisses. “First time after we’re married,” he kisses her collarbone and she sighs contentedly at the idea. “First time in another country, because we will be taking a honeymoon to one of those places on your bucket list – wherever you want, no complaints from me,” she lets out a little laugh at that, while his hands gracefully glide under her tank top, his warm fingers touching her skin. “First time we try to make a baby. First time as exhausted parents. First time after the last kid leaves the house and we have it all to ourselves again. First time as grandparents,” he murmurs, removing his mouth from her body only so that he can slide her top up and over her head.
“Oh,” she says with a soft, content smile. “Okay.” She laughs dryly and says, “We’re going to be those grandparents, huh? The ones who can’t keep their hands off each other?”
“Oh, you bet.”
“Mmm,” she hums acknowledgement. “Tim.”
“Hmm?”
“Take me to our bedroom,” Lucy says in a whisper, grinning up at him with delight in her eyes.
Groaning, he doesn’t miss a beat as he backs her straight to their bedroom – a path he’s taken her many times before - and instantly moves her toward the bed. His lips never leave hers, teeth grazing gently, tongue flicking against hers. She gasps, squealing, when he lifts her and places her gently on the bed, careful to not jostle her knee as he moves her.
Tim follows her down in a heartbeat, crawling over her, his lips brushing at her neck while she eagerly pushes one shirt off his shoulders and pulls the other over his head. Taking the opportunity since their lips have broken apart anyway, he successfully unbuttons her jeans and slides her zipper down, pulling them off her with ease as she raises her hips to help him.
Once she’s free, she reaches out to rid him of his own pants and boxers before he begins to kiss down her chest. He nips at the cups of her bra as his hand slides behind her to undo the clasp with a practiced ease. Lucy wriggles her shoulders to help him remove it and she can’t help but laugh at how he throws it away with urgency.
“I missed these,” he murmurs as he kisses the swell above her breasts, mouth teasing and hot.
“Tim!” she breaks into a laugh, knee nudging him playfully in admonishment. “Not like you haven’t seen them since.”
“What do you expect?” his lips curve into a teasing smile, cupping her breasts and massaging gently. “It’s been far too long.”
“Mmm, yes,” Lucy breathes her agreement, arching as he nips and sucks at one breast before moving to the other - teasing, licking, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her body responds automatically to him, back arching, hips shifting, as her eyes flutter closed.
His tongue flicks around her nipple without ever touching it, and Lucy groans in pleasure and frustration. She feels him laugh against her skin, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her. Moving beneath him, she tries to get him to move where she wants him, but he pulls back.
“Not yet,” he murmurs.
“Tim, please-“
“Patience,” his voice is rough and confident. “You’ll like it.”
His assertive tone instantly gets to her and she gives in, letting him tease her.
One hand slides over length of her body, the other rolling her other nipple between his fingers and pausing as he lets the friction wash over her before giving her more.
Finally, he relents and pulls her nipple into his mouth, lavishing attention on it with his tongue, gentle and deliberate. He doesn’t focus on it for long, releasing her with a pop, causing her to gasp and whine as he laughs.
Tim blows cool air across it and Lucy writhes beneath him. His mouth quirks, fully aware of how it drives her crazy.
She knows Tim loves her breasts, has spent a great deal of time exploring them and figuring out what she enjoys. It’s become one of her favorite parts of sex, something she’d never really gotten a lot of pleasure from before Tim.
Switching breasts, he repeats the process, letting her other nipple go before gently biting at the flesh and soothing the gentle bites with his tongue. Lucy’s pretty sure he’s worked a mark into the space – his favorite place to mark her, where it definitely cannot be seen when she’s in uniform.
Next, he begins a slow, steady stream of kisses down her stomach, tracing her curves as goosebumps break out over her skin. His tongue flicks into her belly button which makes her squirm and laugh, and just when she can’t take it, he lets his fingers slide into her panties, rolling them off her hips. He pushes her thighs apart, leaving her completely exposed and thrumming in anticipation.
“No, wait,” Lucy pants, innate desire blazing through her. Her hips shift, craving him with an intensity she’s never felt before. “I want you inside of me,” she requests with a soft but insistent pout.
Tim smirks, unhurried. “Mmm,” he hums his acknowledgement of her request but stays put, clearly determined on his goal and kisses her inner thigh.
“Tim, come on,” she protests and pushes at him even as he bites at her thigh, causing her to gasp and squirm. "It's been a long time."
“You know,” he hums teasingly as he moves to the other thigh, deliberately driving her crazy. “Now that you’re sergeant, you’re awfully bossy.”
Lucy lets out a deep laugh, because they both know that even before she made sergeant she could easily boss him around in bed – or, anywhere, really. “I’m not bossy. I’m insistent. That I need you inside me.”
“As much as I love that idea, and how much I love it when you beg-”
“I’m not begging!” she quips, smiling despite herself.
“Yes, you are,” he gives her a sly smile. “Trust me, we’ll get there.” He trails a finger up her thigh, watching a shiver run through her. “Let me make you feel good. I’ll make it worth the wait.” He kisses her hipbone and rumbles into it, “You know I will.”
They both know there's an underlying meaning - not just the wait of him torturing her right now, but the wait of all the time they were apart.
Hips betray her as they shift, trying to chase him, desperate anyway for the friction she craves and Tim flashes a grin of amusement at her body turning on her.
He watches her, hands stroking over her thighs, waiting for her to agree before he continues, and she nods and hums her acquiescence. Kissing down one thigh and to the back of her knee, he playfully bites at the sensitive skin there until she’s gasping and trembling.
She might actually lose her mind at his slow, deliberate, teasing and she can tell he’s enjoying every second of it.
Their nature to tease and joke and rile each other up that came from their friendship had followed them into the bedroom, and it makes it so good. She’d never had sex like this with anyone before. She’s never been able to tease and joke and play while being so exposed and vulnerable without feeling an ounce of self-consciousness or worry that it might come across wrong and destroy the moment.
Tim lifts one of her legs and places it over his shoulder, opening her up to him without restriction and she lets out a cross between a moan and a whine when he immediately dives right in, his warm tongue suddenly pressing insistently inside her.
“Fuck,” she hisses as she shuts her eyes in pleasure, hands flying to his head below her as he works. “I love your tongue.”
“Well,” he teases, pulling back and lips brushing over her clit softly without giving her any relief. “You did say you wanted me inside you.”
“Oh, I hate you,” she mumbles even as her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.
“Uh huh,” he responds, tone indicating he does not believe her for one single second. “Is this not what you meant?”
“Tim-,” she mutters even as her hips tilt towards him.
“What about this?” he slips two fingers inside her and curls them just right to slide against that one spot that makes her cry out. Her hips fly up at the intrusion but he holds them firmly in place before returning his mouth to her and rolling his tongue over her in slow, teasing circles. He drags it out, watching her gasp and whine, refusing her release every time she starts to get close. He presses his fingers downward inside her, causing her to feel a deep pressure similar to that she feels when he’s inside her.
“I love it when you do that,” Lucy hisses.
“I know,” he returns with a confident hum.
Tim doesn’t relent as he continues to drag slow, teasing circles over her clit with his thumb while her body arches against him and her hands move to grab the sheets. “Please,” she mutters, the teasing driving her to desperation.
“You’re begging again,” his eyes flash up to hers, teasing.
“Oh my god, you’re going to be sorry when I-”
She doesn’t have a chance to finish her sentence because he curls his fingers just right inside her and with one last press of his thumb she’s flying apart, body convulsing.
He doesn’t let up, rides out the release with her, holding her hips down long enough to make her feel every last sensation.
There’s only a few moments where she catches her breath before he moves up her body, caging her in with his arms, kissing her softly.
Lucy lets her hands slide across his chest, over his abs, lower to where she feels him hard and ready against her. She wraps her hand around him, finger brushing over his tip and Tim grunts and reaches down to remove her hand.
“Lucy.”
“That’s not fair,” she whines. “I want my turn.”
“If you do that, we’re not going to make it to the part where I get inside you. And I really, really want to come inside you.”
Lucy scoffs. “Give me some credit.”
“I-“
But it’s too late; she flips their positions, grinning at him in triumph, daring him to challenge her again. When he doesn’t, she leans forward.
“Bossy, remember?” she teases just before she takes him in her mouth.
True to her word, she knows just how to play him – she runs her tongue around the tip, then takes more of him into her mouth. As soon as she feels him tense, she lets go of him, letting his pleasure recede before repeating the process again, taking more of him into her mouth.
He moans and tenses and she takes that as her sign to release him as he gasps out her name, alerting her to how close he is.
Gaping at her, he lets out a breathless, “Fuck.”
Lucy grins. “God, yes.”
Tim releases a rough sound before he rolls her onto her back again and lines himself up at her entrance. He teases her with the anticipation only for a moment before pushing himself in carefully, slowly, allowing her to adjust to him. He lets out a deep groan once he’s fully seated inside of her, burying his head between her shoulder and her neck.
He lifts his head to look at her, arms on either side of her head. “Okay?” he asks gently – which is something he often does - but the look in his eyes makes it clear that he means it in more ways than one tonight. His hands gently stroke up and down her side, sending shivers along her spine. Lucy’s eyes flutter closed as she lets herself feel the sensation of them being joined together like this again.
“Yes,” she says softly, letting the sensations overtake her. But when she opens her eyes, they’re wet with unshed tears she hadn’t expected. “I’m…” her voice falters, suddenly realizing how much emotion she’s carrying.
“Lucy.” The concern is evident in his voice as he brushes a strand of hair off her cheek, and his desire fades, replaced with the need to make sure she’s okay.
Seeing it, her chest tightens with love.
“I’m okay, just…” she trails off as he nods his understanding, knows that she’s feeling all the emotions of this moment and softly kisses her shoulder in comfort as she gathers herself. “Okay, I’m… I’m good,” she tells him as she smiles affectionately at him, returning to the moment. “I’m really good. I promise. Oh my god, I’ve never cried during sex before,” she says with a slight blush of embarrassment.
Tim picks up on it instantly and doesn’t let her sit in it. “Well, then, I guess that makes me your first,” he teases and she lets out a laugh. Tim smiles as the moment lightens, leaning down to kiss her below her ear - soft, warm and wet, causing her to arch into him. “I love you so much. You have no idea,” he whispers into it lovingly.
“I do,” she whispers back, voice steady with certainty. “I do know.” She presses her lips to his, softly, lovingly. “I love you, too. Now, please. Move.”
Tim barks out a laugh at that, grinning at her. “Understood, sergeant.”
“Oh, shit,” Lucy mutters, suddenly realizing the power he’s going to have with that one specific word, something akin to what happens when she uses the appropriately timed sir.
He pulls almost all the way out, then drives into her with a deep, experimental thrust, groaning as he slides back into her with ease. Reaching down, he adjusts her thigh over his hip and he slides in even deeper. Lucy gasps, arching, nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and smug. “Feel that?”
Lucy whimpers. “Fuck. it feels better when we’re back together.”
Tim laughs, joy vibrating from him even as he pulls back and thrusts into her again with steady force. “Hell yeah, it does. God, Lucy, you feel so good.”
It feels right again. She knows that after today, she’ll still have him tomorrow. They’re Tim and Lucy again: together, in love, and planning a future.
“So do you,” she returns, gasping as he pushes into her again.
Tim finds a hard, steady pace, pushing into her relentlessly and rolling his hips against her in the way that makes her lose all coherent thoughts as she writhes beneath him.
Lucy feels the pleasure surge, but she also feels an indescribable feeling of love and affection burst. She feels everything they’ve ever been and everything they once again have the chance to be.
Tim pulls all the way out of her, chuckling at Lucy’s whine of displeasure at the loss.
“Hold on,” he assures her as he hooks her legs over his arms. He pushes them back towards her chest, careful to press on her calves and not her knee, opening her up to him even more. He slides back inside her even deeper, and Lucy gasps, head falling back as the new angle takes her breath away.
“Is your knee okay?” Tim asks in a concerned whisper, rubbing over the knee she had twisted earlier in the op.
“I am not thinking about my knee right now.”
Tim lets out a soft chuckle.
”Just tell me if I hurt it at all.”
She nods, the deep angle still making it hard for her to form words. Still, she lifts her hips, instinctively meeting him thrust for thrust when he begins to push into her.
“Fucking hell, Tim,” she murmurs at how deep she feels him, at how he’s hitting her in just the right places, how she can feel every ridge of him inside her. “You’re so deep.”
“Mmhm,” he agrees. “My favorite place to be.”
Lucy clenches around him, hard, at his words. Tim hisses at the feeling, letting his forehead fall against hers as he tries to maintain control.
“You’re already close,” he states, almost smugly. “Want me to make you come right now?” he whispers into her ear.
“Wow, the arrogance,” she teases with a sparkle in her eye, a grin as she bites her lip to keep from laughing even as his words ignite a jolt of pleasure low in her abdomen.
Tim chuckles into her shoulder, understanding her reference to their moment under the fire tent, amused even as he tries to keep focused. He rolls his hips against hers and hits the spot deep within her again. One hand slides up her leg, pressing into the arch of her foot, his fingers curling with just the right pressure. It sends jolts of pleasure straight to her core, as he's very familiar with the way that spot ignites her.
Lucy mumbles incoherently as he slips a hand between her legs, brushing her clit with his thumb for good measure.
“Am I wrong?” he teases, voice deep and sultry, and she can’t help but let out a breathy laugh as he plays into the bit. Her laugh quickly falls into a moan as pleasure overtakes her entire body, grasping his shoulders as she flutters around him, body trembling, lips parted. Tim doesn’t slow down, continues the pace as she comes down from her high.
“No, you’re not wrong,” she manages to stutter and Tim lets out a true, deep, genuine laugh.
“Clearly,” he mutters, kissing her nose.
“Jesus, Tim,” she groans as he moves to suck an earlobe into his mouth, biting at it gently.
“I got you,” he says softly, and she understands he’s not just talking about this moment. He pulls back to look at her as she breathes heavily, face and chest flushed, pupils wide, a sheen of sweat covering her body. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells her as he leans down to kiss her. “And unbelievably sexy.”
She melts into him. She can’t explain it, the way she feels – he can turn her on like no one ever has, while at the same time feeling so much love and affection both for him and from him. This isn’t just sex – mind-blowing sex – it’s the deepest intimacy she’s ever experienced with anyone.
“Can you take one more?” he asks and she nods, still flushed but eager as her hips rise to give him access to her. “That’s my girl,” he hums approvingly.
The words hit her with jolt of arousal and she clenches around him, hard, which causes him to chuckle and groan simultaneously. Lucy’s eyes close as she just feels. She feels Tim inside of her, feels his breath on her shoulder, his hands stroking her sides. They’re pressed so impossibly close she can feel his heart racing, hear his labored breathing. She whispers words of love into his shoulder as he eases in to a slower pace, replacing the forceful thrusts with slow rolls of his hips because he knows she’s still sensitive.
And then she opens her eyes and Tim’s looking right into them.
In those blue eyes, studying her so seriously, she sees plain clothes day Tim with his look that made her second guess herself. She sees the intense stare of the Tim who, on her last day as a rookie, told her never let anyone ever tell you you can’t do something. Not even me. She sees the Tim who sat there and told her unless it is with so much faith and certainty. The Tim who told her, eyes locked on her, that he loved her with complete certainty and not an ounce of hesitation while he was hooked up to a lie detector. The devastated, tearful eyes that had told her he was walking away. The eyes that had stared at her in the hotel room on Valentine’s Day, just waiting for her to make a move. The eyes that just earlier today looked into hers with complete confidence as he asked her to move in, telling her he wants her in all of his life.
Suddenly, she wonders if their children will have those eyes, and the thought almost sends her over the edge itself.
“Lucy,” he groans, voice rough. She can feel his rhythm faltering, knows he’s close. “Fuck, I’m…”
“I’m with you,” she whispers into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Tim… oh god…” her voice is a mixture of laughter and pleasure as she clenches around him, hard enough she knows it will be the last thing he needs, and then she falls apart beneath him, hands gripping him tightly as her body arches into him.
He falls over the edge moments after her, holding her hips still as he thrusts deep one last time, groaning into her shoulder as he comes inside her while Lucy rubs his back soothingly in soft circles as he does – something she hasn’t done since before they broke up, because the intimacy of the action was too strong.
She can tell he notices.
They stay there together, breathing heavily in each other’s space as she presses small kisses into his chest until their heart rates start to return to normal. Meanwhile, Tim’s hands stroke her wherever he can before he moves to pull out of her.
“No, don’t,” she insists, grabbing his hips to keep him from pulling away. “Just a few more minutes.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures her, voice confident in his promise that they both know is about more than just this moment.
“I know. I know, I just… I want to stay like this for a minute.”
He nods and indulges her in her request to continue their closeness, reaching to brush a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead. She leans forward to kiss him softly and twines her arms around him, drawing soft patterns on the back of his neck.
“I missed this,” she says softly. “I missed you so much.” She’d been so strong for so long – pretending she was okay, telling everyone she was over the breakup, acting like Valentine’s Day was just ex-sex and April Fool’s Day was simply a no strings attached hall pass, insisting that nothing more occurred to her about taking the sergeant’s exam other than how it could further her career, pretending she wasn’t waiting for him to make a move as soon as she passed and the chain of command roadblock was gone.
Now, she finally lets herself admit it to him.
“I did too,” he agrees. “But we’re never going to have to miss this again.”
She nods and lets out a whine as pulls out of her, and Tim chuckles as he kisses her forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back inside you the next chance I get,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat and she laughs as he rolls off her and onto his side, pulling the sheets over them and draping his arm across her chest. "Which, I have a feeling will be soon," he teases and she snorts a laugh but her eyes show her agreement.
“It’s real again,” she says softly, almost in awe, tracing soft circles on his forearm.
“Lucy, it was always real,” he returns, voice deep and gravely. “The whole time we were broken up, before we ever got together – it’s always been real.”
She lets out a soft sigh and gives him a contented smile. “That’s very romantic.”
“You sound surprised. I can be romantic,” he teases, giving her a soft, playful pinch to the side which makes her squirm.
“Shush,” she says with a laugh, eyes closing as his fingers dance across her bare skin - and maybe this is her favorite part of the whole night. “I know you can,” she admits softly.
“This is much better than ex-sex, huh?” he speaks suddenly.
“Oh, god,” Lucy barks out a genuine laugh, burying her face in his chest momentarily and feeling relieved that that awkwardness is behind them. “I can’t believe I said that.”
Tim shrugs, despite his playful grin. “Well, I mean, look at the bright side. At least we can add angsty ‘ex-sex’ to our list of things we've tried.”
Lucy laughs. “It wasn’t angsty!”
“It was, a little.”
“Maybe,” she concedes with a small, secretive smile, “But it was really good,” she adds with a smirk.
“Oh yeah it was.”
“I used to think we’d tell the grandkids about how we met, our first date, our wedding. You know, the classic happily ever after tale,” she muses. “The story’s a whole lot more complicated now. We’re going to have to sit them down for hours.”
Tim chuckles. “They’re going to be sick of us.”
“You can leave out the part about the ex-sex,” Lucy jokes as Tim hums thoughtfully, as if considering. “Tim! Don’t tell them!” she exclaims with a soft push to his chest as she laughs.
He lets out a laugh of his own, as if these grandkids even exist already and she’s worried about him calling them up and spilling a secret right this minute.
“Can I tell them about April Fool’s Day?”
“No!” she insists dramatically.
“Story’s getting kind of boring.”
Lucy bursts out a laugh, feeling so at peace at how this moment feels. She closes her eyes and lets her hand come up to her face, feeling the sweat that's starting to curl her hair.
He leans over to kiss her cheek and she smiles at the action, letting out a surprised noise of pleasure.
“Well,” he asks, “was it worth the wait?”