HELP ME OUT .II

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*continuing off the last part: Help me out

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Since you and Tim had that office hookup, things were sort of awkward. Some days on patrol it was minimal conversation and there was a tension between the two of you. The sexual tension was at an all time high, since you got a taste of what it could be like on a regular basis. No one wanted to bring it up because of your situation at work. He was your boss and you were his student. It was the end of shift and the two of you were heading back to the station.

"Good job today. I'm glad neither of us got shot at for once" he broke the silence

"Oh please... if you hadn't of manhandled that guy first, there might have been some bullets" you sarcastically said

"Well that's just teaching an asshole not to disrespect the law" he replied glaring over at you

Shifting in your seat, looking out at the scenery as the sun was setting. How do you make this any less awkward right now

"So, listen" you blurted out, which immediately caught his attention, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel.

"Are we going to talk about it? You know... the other night? I can't just act like it didn't happen" you nervously said causing another glimpse from him.

"What's there to talk about officer __y/n__ , we're being recorded by five dash-cams right now" he said sort of impatient

"So that's it? It was just a one time thing. Don't bring it up anymore?" You said picking at your nails

"No.. i never said that. I mean i would rather not talk about it while there's recordings of our feed which could potentially be watched" he said

You didn't know what to say, just a quick nod in reply. You were trying to see his feelings on the topic but it was kind of getting tricky.

You pull into the station and remain silent and sort of frustrated. Getting out of the car and doing the evening inspection in the back seat. Then you move to turn to the back to get the gear and return it but when you cut the corner, Tim already has all the bags and guns in his arms.

"I was just about to get those, you never take them back" you were surprised

"Don't worry about it" he pierced his lips together giving you a deep stare.

You followed behind him all your way to the drop off area, signing out for the night.

"Come here" he whispered into your ear before you thought the night with him was about to end. Without thinking, you followed him down to the hallway to his office.

God, to look at that office brings back flashbacks. Him deep inside you on his desk. The feeling of him pinning your arms behind your back. His tongue.

Snapping back into reality your heart starts racing, but trying to play it off like you're "cool" around anyone but him was really hard. He could see you, see your weakness, strengths, desires and needs.

"What is it" you let out a loud sigh. He made his way over to lean against the desk with his arms supporting him on each side.

"Well, i didn't say i don't want to talk about what happened, i just would rather do so in a more private setting" he pleaded. There was that vibe he gave off now that you were fully alone. It was his "tough guy" act put away and the flustered awkward, "don't know how to get the words out", Tim Bradford.

The mix off the office and him saying he wanted to talk in a "private" setting kept bringing you back to where the hell he wanted to "talk" at...

"In here?" Your cheeks starting to turn a blush red

"No not in here, we just got off duty, i would like to ask you-" he took a pause to swallow "to ask you if you'd like to come over for dinner tonight and we can talk, off books. No need to worry about anyone listening to us on radio or cams" he followed up crossing his arms

did he just invite me over for dinner...

"Sure yea.. that would be good. Do you want me to bring anything?" You said fidgeting with your duty belt.

"No of course not. I can show you how good of a cook i can be. Nobody knows it" he smiles

"Fine, but I'm brining dessert" you quickly replied, not giving him a chance to refuse.

"Well then, come over whenever. I'll have dinner ready for seven" he said

"See you then" you smirked, not being able to control your excitement from what just happened.

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Running to the grocery store on your way home to buy an over priced items for a strawberry shortcake dessert and then get showered and put together a bit. You didn't want to look super fancy but you didn't want to make it look like there was no effort put in either.

Outfit:

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You pulled up to Tim's house and it was dark, the lights were on inside but you couldn't see inside, except for a football game playing on his tv, classic. The dessert you bought needed to be assembled, at least it made it seem more "home made". Buying some small vanilla cakes, strawberries and whip cream to assemble. A ring of the doorbell.

"Hey come in" he opened the door, dressed in a black polo shirt that was buttoned down and some grey jeans.

"Hey- thanks" you said as he grabbed the bag of dessert items from you. His house was really nice and kept pretty tidy. The smell of some sort of chicken pasta filled the room as you had your way to the kitchen.

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You both shared a nice dinner together, making conversation and sharing some laughs, but the main topic of conversation hadn't come up yet.

"That was incredible, I never would've guessed you had that sort of skill" you laughed wiping your mouth

"Well there's a lot of things you don't know about me. I don't really talk about my personal life at work" he replied

"You won't tell me much because you know i can use it as leverage to make fun of you at work" you stared at him

"Exactly" he laughed "-So we need to talk about the elephant in the room..." his tone changed and he rubbed his hands in a napkin

"Um yea... we do. So who's going first?" You nervously let out

"May I?" He answered quickly. A nod of approval from you and he took a deep breath in before starting

"Look y/n, there's no denying there's something between us. I didn't think there was but i would be lying to myself if i said I didn't have feelings for you... but were also partners and i am your boss. That makes it too difficult right now to try and be in a relationship, especially while you're under my command. I'm trying every. fucking. day to act like i doesn't bother me and not give in, but there's just too much denial. I can't think or feel when I'm alone with you and it makes me nervous to be distracted while we're out on the street" he said downing the rest of his water.

His whole speech caught you way off guard. But you felt similar. Right person but man was it shitty as timing.

"I... I feel the same way. Trying to push aside feelings and stick to the job and i can't jeopardize my last bit of time as a rookie. But, then I would be lying if i said i didn't want it to happen again. We can just try to keep it professional for a while and see how things go. After i graduate, we can re-look into this whole thing" you said confidently

"Sure, i agree. It's not long before you graduate anyways. We're both adults who take pride in their job and i would feel terrible if something got spilled before you secure your short sleeves" he nodded in agreement.

After a silent moment you're both starring into one another's eyes.

"I'll go get the dessert ready then" you broke the silence

"I can help" he said and before you had a chance to say no, he stood up from the table following you.

You grabbed everything you brought and began to unpackage and plate the cake grabbing the strawberry sauce and got a spoon to put it on top.

"That is not enough filling for all of this cake, Besides it's only the two of us" he laughs and reached over to grab the spoon from your hand. You try to move your hand from his grip and dip back in for another scoop of the strawberries.

"Is this enough for you?" You sarcastically said showing him the spoon thats piled with the filling, it's starting to drip off the sides and on the counter.

"You are done, give me that" he joked and reached back for your hand, causing the spoon to fly out of your hand and large chunks of the strawberry filling to splat against him on his neck and down his chest.

"Oh.. my... god" you laughed at his annoyed expression covered in red sauce "I'm so sorry" you sarcastically said trying to control your laughter

You took a finger and swiped the side of his neck and put a finger in your mouth, earning a sly look from him. Grabbing the whipped cream, you decided to shake the can and pour a long string of it down his chest, falling down his shirt.

"You are really asking for trouble right now" he shouted

Not saying a word you closed the space between the two of you while his face was in shock and lifted his shirt to see a perfectly toned stomach covered in whip cream. He pushed back against the counter and stared down at you.

Taking your tongue, you slowly trailed from the bottom of his stomach and all the way up to his collar bone, keeping your eyes on him and your hands on the sides of his chest.

He let out a loud breath as you licked every drop off of him and placed a hand on your lower back.

"Y/N" he teased

"You taste so good" you smirked and brushed a finger over your lip

"Because... i am covered in our dessert" he breathed, raking a hand down towards your ass

"Mhm, what if i just-" you paused grabbing the can of whip cream and poured it near the waistband of his pants.

You bent down to eye level with his pants and swirled your tongue just above his belt, looking up through your thick lashes, to see his head tilting back at the action.

"Fuck" he whined as you grabbed his inner thigh to keep you stable. His hand moved to stroke your hair.

"Now" you swallowed "dessert has been served" you smirked stepping back from him to turn away

He stepped forward and grabbed the side of your arm.

"You don't get to make a mess of me and then walk away. Actions have consequences. You should know that officer y/n" he teased looking you up and down. His eyes pierced through you and the sudden heat forming in your stomach made your thoughts wander.

Not even ten minutes after your whole conversation about "keeping it professional" and he's got you picked up in his arms and heading to his bedroom.

"Tim" you yelled as he gently laid you on your back onto the bed.

He undid the belt of your jeans and roughly tugged them off and threw them onto the floor, leaving you in just panties. He crawled between your legs and crashed his lips onto yours. You gave in and let his tongue dance with yours, fighting for oxygen.

"Since this is our last time together, alone, for a while. I might as well make it count" he pulled away and bent down to kiss your stomach. You ran your hands through his hair in pleasure.

He was inching lower and lower, dragging his lips down between each kiss. Leaving small bites and sucking,  red marks starting to form on the surface. He looked up into your eyes as he kneeled in front of you on the floor, eye level between your legs.

"Tell me how much you need this" he begged playing with the strap of your thong. Rubbing one finger over your area.

"Really- really bad" you whined

He slowly pulled your thong down and maintained eye contact seeing a shimmer in his eyes from the street light that peered in. You were completely naked from the waist down and so wet for him.

He took two fingers and wiped the inner part of your thigh up to meet your clit, pulling them back to notice your juices shining on his fingers.

"So wet for me and i barely touched you yet" he groaned, spreading his lips to taste you on his fingers.

His head made its way between your legs, wrapping his arms around your legs to keep you in place. He took his tongue and licked one slow stripe up your area. He went back in and picked up the pace, focusing in on your most sensitive part. Your head dug back into the bed as he creeped two fingers inside you.

Pumping slowly in and out of you with his tongue sucking your clit, made it hard to control your legs from separating further, but his grip tightened from letting you do so.

A faint moan left your lips as he was working all the perfect moves against you. Your fingers bawled up the sheets of his bed.

"Look at me y/n" he demanded

You managed to open your tear filled eyes and look down at him in between your legs, what a pretty sight.

"I want you to watch me" he groaned and went back in for more.

He started back slow with the rhythm of his fingers but when quickly picked up the pace. You were trying to keep contact with his eyes but the pleasure was too much that your eyes began to squint shut.

"Please, im gonna come" you whined and the hot feeling in your stomach was there to back up your claim.

"Come for me, let me hear what i can do to you" he breathed in between lapping your clit.

"Oh fuck.. i-" you yelled out and felt your whole body tense and come undone under his mouth. Making a few pumps inside you riding out your orgasm before removing his fingers.

He stood up and leaned over you with one arm on the bed, his two fingers wet from you.

"I want you to taste how sweet you are" he said taking a thumb and opening your lips. Your tongue circled around his fingers and down to the knuckles. Pulling out and swallowing.

"Good huh?" He followed, knowing your thoughts

"That was..." you said breathing heavy "what about you?" You said wanting to return the gesture

"Don't worry about me, tonight was all about you" he smiled and grabbed your pants off the floor.