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Lucy swallows, nodding and moving slowly through Tim's living room, his hand planted firmly against her lower back. "You don't have to," she says for the third time in the last fifteen minutes, and she can feel Tim's eye roll without turning around. "I'm just saying, you don't."

"I know I don't have to," he sighs, his lips close to her ear. "I'm going to anyway."

Lucy nods again, letting him steer her down the hallway towards his bedroom. They've only been together a few weeks, but she knows the path well already, knows the creaks in the floorboards, knows the rattling of the vents. It all feels very safe, very familiar, very Tim.

She'd had a hard shift – probably one of the hardest she'd ever had – and had found herself standing on his doorstep, near tears, her throat tight as she'd waited for him to answer. When she'd seen him, she'd sagged into his body and let him hold her up, shaking her head when he'd asked if she was hurt. "Kid got caught in between his parents in a fight and it got messy," she'd managed, her voice barely there against his shoulder, "no one else was there, Tim. The parents left him all alone and he...I stayed with him, but–," she'd felt herself shaking, and Tim had pulled her tighter against him, his face pressing into her hair.

"I've got you," he'd breathed. "You don't have to say it."

Tim had brought her to the couch, pulling her into his lap and sliding his hand beneath her shirt. He'd pressed his palm to her bare back and rubbed slow circles against her skin before standing her up and leading her down the hall.

Now, they stand in the doorway of the bathroom and Tim gives her a light squeeze. "C'mere," he breathes, tugging her through the threshold and lifting her up onto the clean countertop. He presses his lips to her forehead and settles his hands on her hips, finding her eyes. "We don't have to talk about it, but I'll listen if you want to."

Lucy nods, chewing on her lower lip. She lets her eyes fall over Tim's face, watching him watch her. She hears herself whine as he steps away from her, a pathetic, involuntary noise, and Tim shakes his head, a sad, soft smile on his lips. She watches as he hits the stopper on the oversized bathtub and then flips on the tap, tugging his shirt over his head as he makes his way back over to her and settles his hands on her thighs. "You don't have-," Tim shakes his head, just once.

"Arms up," he murmurs, sliding his hands up her legs and tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. She watches as he pulls it over her head carefully, tossing it onto the counter where he'd thrown his own shirt. His fingers rake through her hair and she sighs out a shaky breath, leaning her head forward and pressing her forehead against his shoulder. She lets him unhook her bra and pull it off easily, watching as he gets himself out of his jeans before moving to hers. He leans his bare chest against hers, hooking an arm around her waist and murmuring, "Legs around me, tight," as he lifts her up off the counter. Lucy obeys, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her face into his neck as he pushes her pants off with one arm.

"Did you make it hot enough?" She mumbles against his skin, and she can feel Tim's laugh vibrating against her body so clearly that it nearly makes her smile. "What?"

"Yes, I made it melt-Tim's-skin-off hot," he laughs, and Lucy hums as she helps kick her pants and underwear off the rest of the way.

"Good," she breathes, nodding as he sets her down and then steps into the tub, hissing at how warm it is. There's nothing quite like watching Tim Bradford, naked, settling himself into a bath – she's only seen it one other time, but she doesn't think she'll ever get used to it. He holds his hand out and Lucy feels herself soften, taking it and stepping over the lip of the tub, avoiding Tim's legs as she settles down between them, stretching out and pressing her back into his chest with a long, satisfied sigh.

The water is perfectly warm, Tim's chest is firm behind her, and she lets herself lean into him fully, her eyes falling closed as he wraps his arms around her. "I've got you," he whispers, his lips against her ear. Lucy nods and lets her hands trail down to Tim's thighs, dragging her fingers along his skin slowly. "You did everything right, baby. I know you did."

Lucy nods again, but stays quiet. She leans back into Tim further, wanting him closer. She's never been one to let someone else take care of her, but this is Tim's way of doing so, she thinks maybe it's a concept she can get behind.

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it would’ve been sweet, if it could’ve been me... it would’ve been fun, if you would’ve been the one

reflect: what are 3 things you have accomplished this year that you are proud of? 

I was thinking about this the other day, in 2020 I actually got a lot done, it just didnt feel like it in the midst of a pandemic.

1. started a new job

2. bought a house

3. started modelling more seriously

(i just answered aspire. thank you for asking!)

alskfsj thanks for your ask even if It was extremely tough. But I gotta go with 3x10. *ducks. 

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