#chenford as fic

[jackpotgirl]

Chenford ❤️ + this isn't one of your pranks

Tim said it and hurt/comfort or angst! 🥰

This is inspired by the press release for episode 5. It ended up more a sick-fic. So Physical!hurt/comfort. I hope that's okay with you, nonnie :)

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His whole body ached. That's the thing they don't tell you about gunshot wounds. If the projectile hits the right, or better the wrong spot, the pain radiates through your bones like a laser, obliterating everything in its path and setting it aflame.

It was that damn old injury again, that one graze shot he had caught when he was barely out of police training that he always claimed hadn't been more than a bee sting when it happened. Most days that was even true, but sometimes he'd sit wrong or bump into something or fall or get punched just in the right, or better the wrong spot, and it would throw him headfirst into a world of pain.

His head spun, the impact of the fall he had taken pursuing a suspect on foot had subsided but the pain was crushing and he hated to admit it, but he didn't think he'd be able to get up on his own.

The humiliation only got worse when Thorsen caught up with him, tried to help him get back on his feet and couldn't carry him two steps before Tim winced and froze on the spot like a laming horse . He hadn't had an episode like this in forever. Thorsen was gracious enough not to comment on how long it took to get Tim back into the shop but he also wouldn't take no for an answer calling Tim an ambulance. This was ridiculous and if Tim wasn't half mad with agony, he would have put up more of a fight.

But as it was, he ended up in hospital for a check up and returned home with Angela, the order for strict bedrest and a small bottle full of opiods. She helped him walk half-upright, half-crouching to his couch, deposited him there and asked him if he'd be alright.

He groaned, flinching at a new wave of pain but nodded. Still, when Angela wanted to hand him his painkillers, he swatted them away, shaking his head. He wouldn't mess with that stuff. He knew the toll it could take, knew the slippery slope and what opiod addiction made out of people. He had seen enough folks waste away on Skid Row to want to stay far far away from that shit.

"I'll make do with Ibuprofen, thank you," he said and Angela frowned at him.

"I'll have Lucy come by, check on you later," she said eventually, relenting.

"Please don't," he winced and thought he might actually die if Lucy saw him like this.

"I don't think I could keep her away if I tried," Angela said and tilted her head. "You know she's probably already sharpening her knifes to prepare the 'Get-Well-Soon'-Charcuterie-board."

"Well, I can't get off this couch to let her in anyway," he huffed.

"Oh Tim, Tim, Tim," Angela sing-songed, smirking devilishly. "You know that I'll happily hand over your house keys."

"Angela!" He warned but she just left, laughing.

And sure enough, as the sun began to set and Tim deliberated peeing his pants over getting up and fighting for his life on the way to the bathroom, his front door opened and Lucy let herself in. She was carrying a comically large baskett full of goodies and he was pretty sure he actually did spot a Charcuterie board among the assorted gifts.

“Hey,” she said and smiled brightly and it hurt, not just because everything hurt.

She hadn’t looked at him like that in weeks.

“Heard you might be in need of a nurse,” she quipped and set down the basket. “I brought you a little something-something to lift your spirits.”

Tim fought a new wave of nausea, tried to hide it, but Lucy, ever perceptive, picked up on it immediately.

“Can I help you?” She asked, making her way over to the couch and hovering by the end of it.

Tim wanted to die - but he did actually need help and although he cringed at himself and couldn’t actually open his eyes as he said it, he had to: “Matter-of-fact, I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh,” Lucy said. An excrutiating pause. Tim clamped his eyes shut. “Of course,” said Lucy. 

Next thing he knew, Tim had to open his eyes to see where he was going because Lucy was practically manhandling him, surprisingly strong for such a slender person. She lifted him off the couch and had him on his feet in record time and he bit his cheek trying to keep from moaning pain. And managed, at least until they’d almost reached the bathroom.

The coconut-scent of her hair right under his nostrils was almost enough to distract him from his woes but only almost. 

“Ahh,” he hissed, when he put his weight onto his right foot wrong and felt her arm tighten around his side, shooting a different kind of jolt of electricity through his body that settled in the pit of his stomach and mixed in weirdly with his general discomfort. 

“You okay?”

“Hm-hm, yeah,” he bit out and grabbed the doorframe of the bathroom. “I got it from here, be right out.”

Tim closed the door and pushed himself along the wall to sit down on the toilet after having shoved his pants and underwear down his legs with some effort. He was bewildered by the fact that he managed to get half-hard just then, just through a few moments of proximity, despite everything hurting. He had to wait a second to settle down before he could pee but once he did, he allowed himself to savour the brief relief. It was going to be so embarressing when he got out of there again.

“Um, so, I called Ashley,” Lucy said from behind the door as soon as he’d flushed.

And apparently it could get pretty embarrassing in there just as easily. Fuck.

“I wanted to know if I could bring anything in particular you needed and I assumed she’d be here,” Lucy continued and then seemed to fizzle out because Tim already knew what Ashley would have told her. 

“Yeah,” he sighed, trying hard to form a coherent sentence as he quickly washed his hands. “We kind of broke up. A while ago.”

He pulled himself together and further toward the door by the handle and pushed it down to open it to find Lucy waiting on the other side, looking up at him quizzically. 

“So,” she started. “Since I got tomorrow off, I thought I could keep you company and see that you git everything you need.”

“Won’t Chris mind you being gone?” Tim heard himself ask before he could stop his stupid mouth from speaking.

“I don’t think he cares at this point,” she replied after a moment, her eyes downcast.

Oh. Oh, this was dangerous. 

Tim knew immediately. He didn’t really have to ask. He did it anyway.

“Did you guys...?”

“Hm. Yeah,” Lucy nodded at her shoelaces. “A while ago.” 

She fell silent and Tim thought of a million things to say but she cut him off -physically, too, becasue she reached around his waist again and dragged him on.

“Let’s get you horizontal again,” she declared and dragged him on - not back to the sofa but in the direction of his bedroom. 

Oh yeah, this was going to be very dangerous. Nothing would happen of course, because Tim could barely move and he was in a lot of pain. But now that they’d both said it... that they were both single, all of the unspoken things that had built up between them since Las Vegas and after, crashed back into their midst like a third presence.

Lucy gently but assuredly helped him get down onto the bed and onto his bed and then she stood there for a second, a little lost as to how to proceed. He couldn’t help her. At once, he felt like a thirteen year old boy on his first date. 

She was in his bedroom. Lucy was in his bedroom and his dick was beginning to stand to attention again, ever resilient. He shifted uneasily and she cleared her throat.

“I’m gonna get you a glas of water,” she said and then dissappeared down the hall.

Tim let his head fall into his pillow and stared at his ceiling. Everything ached still, but now in more ways than one. He wished his brain wasn’t as foggy from everything, wished he could have an actual conversation. Because a world of complications but also promise and opportunity had just opened up for him, yet he felt like he didn’t have the capacity to deal with it right now. 

Lucy returned quietly and set down a glass of water beside him on the bedside table.

“I’ll let you get some rest, I’ll be in the living room, catch up on some Drag Race,” she said and turned on her heel.

“Lucy,” Tim sighed before he could think better of it. “Stay. Just lie with me for a while, yeah?”

Lucy didn’t say anything. But she did round the bed and laid down next to him and together, they both stared up at his non-descript white plastered ceiling.

Finally, after an age (or two to three minutes), Lucy spoke.

“I broke up with Chris,” she said quietly. “Because I have feelings for you.” Tim held his breath, couldn’t help it, really. “And I know that it’s complicated and that I was your rookie and you outrank me and that might look weird. And eventhough I’m no longer your go-fer, you’re still my superior and we might as well ride together again some day... I don’t want things to be weird or difficult for you but I know, I know there’s something between us and if I’ve learned one thing during this whole Rosalind-mess, it’s that life is short and I think we owe it to ourself to at least be honest with each other. If it can’t happen, fine. But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t think about you... every second of everyday since Las Vegas. Since before, really, if we do decide to be honest for once...”

Lucy stopped and fell silent. And for once, Tim’s various aches faded into the background of his mind. Everything she just said took him completely out of his body. One, because he had been waiting for weeks on end to hear her say it and two, because he heard her say it before.

“This isn’t one of your pranks, is it?” He asked and a part of him was legitimately scared that she would start giggling and turn it all around on him yet.

But instead she rolled onto her side and he did the same, eventhough he was shaking with a bout of fresh agony he did his damndest to push down.

“I’m completely, desperately serious,” she confessed, her eyes swimming in a way that made him cup her cheek on instinct. “I’m pahetically in love with you, Tim.”

He shook his head, despite the searing pain the movement caused. “Not pathetic. Not at all.”

“No?” She looked so fragile but at once blazing, like a battle angel, unbreakable yet soft and so, so beautiful.

“I want to kiss you so badly right now,” he admitted, barely louder than a whisper. “But I think my body can’t handle anything more tonight. I think I might actually die.”

Lucy chuckled and he could tell it surprised her herself. “Well then we should get you back to health as fast as possible.”

Fuck, he loved her. He loved her so goddamn much. With his whole guarded, fenced-off heart. She was everything.

“Or you know, we try it anyway,” he murmured. “No way I’d rather go out.”

And with the last of his strength, he pushed forward and kissed her, and when she kissed him back, he swore he couldn’t feel anything but the pressure of her lips, the taste of her tongue, and her feelings sneaking around his body.

It was true, if he died like that, on the spot, it would have been worth it.

[thisnightissparkling089]

A friend sent this to me today and I feel attacked😅

[wandawxdow]

The Rookie fic recs

Tim Bradford / Lucy Chen

something new to fall into by fromiftowhen

fake dating au, sharing a bed, feelings realisation

i met you in the dark (you lit me up) by fromiftowhen

misunderstandings, emotional hurt/comfort

come a little closer by poppypickle

chenford making a bet, steamy

something wicked this way comes by ellitheria

stalking, post caleb, protective tim, feelings realisation

to build a home by ellitheria

emotional hurt/comfort, slow burn, tim’s childhood trauma

the parallels of me and you by ellitheria

post 4x17, chris is a bad guy, kidnapping

falling apart, falling together by ellitheria

hurt/comfort, hurt lucy, chris is a bad guy

oh baby, how was i supposed to know? by ellitheria

5+1, unplanned pregnancy, soft tim

time, curious time by wisedgirl

tamara’s pov, dadford, found family

café au lait by ellitheria

coffee shop au, enemies to friends to lovers

breathe again by RogueTwelve

5x22, hurt + comfort, protective tim, hurt lucy

After by Ellitheria

post-jackson, mental health, hurt/comfort

open heart, open container by wisedgirl

post-jackson, developing relationship, emotional hurt/comfort

tell me that you’re still mine… by niamsagram

6x01, chenford fighting, anxiety

After the Storm by RogueTwelve

hurt!lucy, supportive!tim, hurt/comfort

veggie burger with fries, extra pickles by romantashas

post-breakup, hurt!lucy, hopeful ending

[cfr749]

Nothing to Lose (Without You)

“You broke her heart, Tim. The only thing she actually needed you to protect — the only thing you were supposed to protect, and you shattered it."

OR

Angela has some things to say to Tim.

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Super random bit of angst (no happy ending) based on scenes and dialogue floating in my head... mostly Angela attempting to talk sense into Tim.

Read the rest on AO3.

[mentallyin1989]

my favourite part of the day is going onto ao3 and seeing that the number of completed fics for my comfort pairing has increased

[makeitastrength]

I know I’m the last person you want to hear from right now, but we need to talk ASAP.

Lucy sighs heavily as she reads the message on her screen and then locks her phone and puts it away without replying. It’s 10:00pm and she’s just been called back to the station, she's exhausted, seeing Kojo and receiving her birthday card has left her feeling raw, and she really just doesn’t have the emotional energy to have a conversation with Tim right now.

But she also knows he wouldn’t be texting her at this time of night, in the middle of whatever is happening, if it wasn’t serious.

She glances around the bullpen, assuming he’s received the callback too and is probably here somewhere. She doesn’t spot him right away, but she’s mid-conversation with Nolan just a couple minutes later when she catches a glimpse of Tim as he rounds a corner on the opposite side of the station.

Lucy quickly excuses herself and hurries after him, catching up to him just as the elevator doors are sliding closed. She just barely gets there in time, reaching out to stop them and then stepping inside as soon as they’ve reopened enough for her to fit through the gap. Tim is standing near the back wall and his eyes widen as he sees her, but beneath the surprise he looks utterly wrecked. And she knows he just watched a man he considered a friend take his own life, but the guilt in his eyes makes her think there’s more to it than that.

“Tim,” she murmurs, only vaguely aware of the doors closing behind her, trapping her in a confined space with him for the first time since the breakup. He motions toward the control panel, and Lucy wordlessly turns and pulls the emergency stop button, halting the elevator before it can begin its ascent. She turns back around, finds him watching her with tears shimmering in his eyes. “What happened?”

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[queseraone]

DAY 6: Get Creative

Chenford + Kojo (a peek at Kojo's Instagram account)

[centralperkchenford]

Something like Lucy and Tim are called in to the station when they’ve been on a hike and don’t have time to change. Lucy is wearing black leggings and a sports bra and Tim doesn’t want everyone to ogle at her so gets her to put on his plaid shirt that is super oversized on her.

thank you.

I hope you like this! 💗

Something like Lucy and Tim are called in to the station when they’ve been on a hike and don’t have time to change. Lucy is wearing black leggings and a sports bra and Tim doesn’t want everyone to ogle at her so gets her to put on his plaid shirt that is super oversized on her.

All I know is you're sure looking Good in my shirt

“Yes ma’am.” Tim says glancing over at Lucy who is stretching a little, her foot on the bench in front of her. “We will be there as soon as we can.”

He tracks her movements, and watches as she stretches and he memorizes the curves of her body, the way it moves forward. He knows her body like the back of his hand now but he’s always wanting to learn new things about her.

She’s only in a sports bra, she chose to forgo a shirt because it was hot out today and black leggings. But really it didn’t matter what she wore—she always looked good.

He blinks and brings his attention back to the phone call. The one that interrupted his and Lucy’s hike.

“Fifteen minutes.” He tells Pine and then hangs up the phone. Lucy looks over at him and stands up straight.

“Bad news?” She asks her face twisting up in disappointment. Tim knows how she feels because this was their first day off together and he wanted to do something special with just Lucy. She suggested a hike and he was totally game and had been looking forward to it and now…

Tim lets out a sigh and nods, “We have to go into work. Big case. Metro is with patrol today.”

Lucy sighs too and walks over to him wrapping herself around him. “Well I guess we have something to look forward to next time we have a day off together.” She says shrugging her shoulders. He knows she’s disappointed like he is but he knows they will get another chance to do this. Hopefully soon.

They get to the truck just as Tim’s phone rings again. He blows out a breath and looks at Lucy before answering the phone.

“Bradford.” He says. It’s Grey this time and he looks over at Lucy again who has her head against the headrest with her eyes closed.

“Yes sir. We are just heading to the station.” He says. “We should be there soon.”

“No time to change or go to the station. Meet us on the scene. ” Grey says and tells him where they are. Tim winces a little, glancing over at Lucy again. Neither of them are exactly dressed to go to work. He has on shorts and a tshirt but Lucy only has her sports bra and leggings.

And while he doesn’t mind it actually he was looking forward to undressing her slowly when they got home from the hike. He knows others might not feel the same, and they might look. Which he does not want.

“Yes sir. See you soon.” Tim says and hangs up the phone.

“We don’t have time to change.” He says. “We are meeting at the scene.” Lucy glances down and then back at him with raised eyebrows.

“I can’t go to a scene like this.” She says gesturing at herself. Tim sighs and looks in the backseat.

“There might be a shirt you can wear.” He says. She turns to look at him, a smile lighting up her face.

“Your shirt?” She asks and he can’t help but smile a little. She loves to wear his shirts, his sweats anything she can get her hands on she wears.

And he has had a few things missing from his closet in the past few months only for it to turn up in Lucy’s closet.

He’s usually particular about his stuff and who uses it and most of all getting it back.

But with Lucy?

He wants to see her in his clothes as often as he can, they are way too big on her and she usually swims in them but she doesn’t care and he doesn’t mind that she has them on.

She’s beautiful in any light, in any clothes but when she is in his she just has this certain glow to her.

He has told her before that she can wear his clothes as much as she think as long as he gets to take them off.

“Yes. My shirt.” He says smiling at her and reaching over to grab her hand. “You better give it back.”

“No promises.” She says. He rolls his eyes but squeezes her hand once. He loves her and she knows it, she loves him too and sometimes it was a little overwhelming to be loved by such an amazing person.

“You know.” He says as he comes to a stop at a red light. “You could steal my clothes any day of the week if you just moved in with me.”

He turns his eyes back to the road but feels her eyes on him. He finally looks at her as they pull up to the scene. He puts the truck in park but doesn’t move to get out.

“You want me to move in with you?” She asks her voice quiet. He turns to face her knowing they don’t have a lot of time.

“Yes. I want you around all the time. I want to know I will come home to you in my—our bed. I want all your essential oils and candles and plants around my house. I want your stuff taking up room in my closet.”

Lucy blinks back the tears that are forming in her eyes and leans forward to kiss him. He wipes a stray tear that is about to fall and pushes back her hair.

“Okay.” She says. “Yes. I will move in with you Tim.” Tim grins and kisses her again before turning off the truck and opening the door.

“Good. Otherwise I wouldn’t having any clothes left.” He says. She rolls her eyes but gets out too. Tim is already rummaging through the backseat looking for the shirt he knows he has.

He finds it in a duffle bag he has with spare clothes just in case. He tosses a plaid long sleeve shirt to Lucy who immediately puts it on. She is swimming in it as usual but she looks perfect.

He slips on some jeans just so he looks a little more professional. Or as professional as he can after just being pulled from a hike with his girlfriend.

Lucy comes to stand next to him and smiles. “Let’s do this and then we can start the whole moving process.”

He gives her a small kiss on top of her head. “Sounds like a plan Luce.”

And he really can’t wait for the next chapter of their story to begin.

[nightskyye]

All your waiting coming home

‘Why are you crying?’ he chuckles, but there’s a lump in his throat too. Not that he’d ever admit it. 

‘You’re getting married,’ she says sadly. 

‘I’ve literally been married before,’ he says, tilting his head in amusement. 

Angela shakes her head, ‘it’s not the same,’ she wipes at her eyes, ‘you’re just a baby.’ 

‘What does that even mean?’ He can't stop himself this time and bursts into laughter. 

Her eyes glisten, ‘I’m so proud of you, you know that right?’ 

‘I’m proud of you too,' he adjusts his cuffs, ‘how’s Lucy?’ 

‘She looks so beautiful,’ Angela smirks, ‘hope your jaw is friendly with the floor.’ 

‘Don’t worry it is,’ he chuckles, at least it is when it comes to Lucy. 

‘Wesley is having too much fun being a bridesmaid - bridesman?’ Angela crosses her arms, Tim’s seen it for himself. Wesley Evers in an ashy suit with a basket of tulips in his hands, Lila and Jack quietly braiding poppies into his hair.

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Tim and Lucy ft. Angela (best woman)

AO3

[alexihawleys]

Chenford + what if we don't work?

Lucy whispers it against his chest as he trails his fingers along the curve of her shoulder, her skin warm beneath his hand. Tim shuts his eyes and swallows, the candlelight creating a soft haze he can still feel even from behind closed lids. "What do you mean?"

She adjusts, moving in closer to him. She hitches her thigh over his leg and presses her lips to his chest. He rumbles, soft and slow, appreciatively, then dips his fingers into her hair further, still lazy and dazed with afterglow. "I mean, what if we don't work? Now that we know," she trails her big toe along his calf gently, and he can feel the smile on her lips pressing against his pec, "all of it. What do we do, then?"

Tim exhales in thought, swallowing at the tail end and shrugging his shoulder carefully. He wraps his arm tight around her and pulls her into his side. He doesn't want to think about the idea that this won't work, but she's right: they should probably have at least an idea for what happens if they don't. They should have contingency plans. He feels a buzzing beneath his skin at the idea that she may have learned to do that from him – that he's the thing her instincts are telling her to make contingency plans for. "I would just like to state for the record, if I have anything to say about it: we're going to work."

She hums quietly, smiling, burying her face into his chest for a long few moments. "I know," she rests her chin against his chest and he opens his eyes, looking down at her, taking it all in. She's smiling up at him with her hair mussed and her cheeks warm, candlelight pooling around her in a soft, ebbing glow. One of her hands is splayed over his side, the other arm extended up, her fingers tracing lightly over his neck. "I'm talking...out of our control, it's impossible for us to change things without completely altering the fabric of our lives, lives are on the line kind of thing."

He laughs, low and soft. "Lucy Chen and her hypotheticals," he murmurs, knowing full well this is more than just a hypothetical, but refusing to acknowledge it. They've been playing fast and loose with the rules and regulations of Mid-Wilshire, something that has his stomach twisting in knots day in and day out even though she's worth it in a way he didn't even understand the first time he said it. "Alright," he rumbles, tapping his finger against her forearm gently, once, twice, three times. "Let's say something happens and we can't. I...don't stop caring about you," he raises his brow. "Do you stop caring about me?"

Lucy presses her lips together. "Never," she shakes her head, her teeth digging into her lower lip.

He nods softly, glancing around the darkened room in thought. It occurs to him, absently, that he needs to talk her into getting a sturdier bed. "We wait," he murmurs, after a long few minutes. Lucy looks at him, confused. "We wait for it to work. We try to find a way to make it work, because I'm not," he bites down on the inside of his cheek, looking down at her, meeting her eye. He holds her gaze, raising his brow as he lets out a soft, almost embarrassed laugh. "I'm not giving you up, Lucy. We make it work, because there's...no other way."

He thinks she may deflate a little – because she loves her hypotheticals, because she wants him to think outside the box with her, because they should probably know the answer to this question that's a little less hypothetical than either of them want to believe – and he pulls her all the way on top of him to thwart some of the fall out.

Instead, her face is soft as she gently slides up his body, her chest pressed into his, her hands flat against his neck as she stares down at him. Her voice is so light when she speaks that he thinks he might be imagining it before he sees her lips moving. "There's no other way?"

Tim swallows, shaking his head just once. "There's no other way," he repeats. "It's just me and you, now."

Lucy lets out a strangled sound he wants to hear again and finds his lips with her own, kissing him slowly, making his mind go blank and his arms go numb. When she pulls back, breathing still heavy and heart still pounding, she presses her face into his neck, kissing his skin softly.

She doesn't say it, but he feels it clear as day: tap, tap, tap against his neck with her thumb. He trails his hand along the curve of her waist slowly, deliberately, hoping he isn't imagining it. He taps his index, middle, and ring finger against her skin in a slow, clear succession.

They're not ready to say it, but they both know what it means.

Lucy lifts her head from his neck, pressing her forehead to his. "It's just me and you, now," she breathes against his mouth, and he catches her lips in another kiss before she can come up with something else to say.

[lucylessons]

#30DAYSOFLUCY for PRIDE 2023 THE ROOKIE (2018) – 5x11 "The Naked and The Dead"

[thisnightissparkling089]

Just a moment of praise for my husband, who allows me the space and time to work on my writing. When you read fanfiction, keep in mind that we are just average, everyday people fulfilling a hobby, and there are so many working pieces that go into that. We don't get paid to do this, and most of us are working full-time jobs, with families to care for. This is something I love doing, and I am so grateful for the opportunity to create my own little stories. None of this gets done though without the space and opportunity. Feeling grateful tonight for a partner who supports my passion for writing and allows me the space when new ideas pop in and demand to be written down❤️

[americaswritings]

Tim's eyes caught hers and for a moment she felt breathless under the weight of his steel blue eyes. "Boyfriend?" "I said partner", she clarified, knowing fully well what it would sound like to everyone else other than cops. "If I recall correctly, I'm your superior", Tim pointed out. "No sign of amnesia then."

Prompts: "You told me to move on" & Tim asks Lucy to lay with him in the hospital bed and she says no because she doesn't want to hurt him. Tim says "you could never hurt me" and "please, I need you"

[cfr749]

Beneath Your Beautiful: Let Me Love You

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” she confesses, tipping her head back to meet his eyes and settling her hand on his chest in a way that gives life to a warmth radiating through his center. How is he supposed to function when every little thing she does has him feeling like he’s melting on the inside?

“Yeah, I got that from your 332 texts,” he teases gently as he brushes his thumb along her jaw. Lucy’s steady stream of memes and ridiculous ClipToks and random, entirely irrelevant facts about sea turtles had easily been the very best part of his day. Up until now that is.

She bites her lip, little lines forming between her brows, “Was it too much?”

He finds his focus drifting from the conversation as he allows a finger to continue the journey down her neck and along her collar, finally fully processing the feel of her silk robe under his hands, the deep red of her lips, and the picture perfect waves tumbling down over her shoulders.

“Tim,” a tinge of a whine enters her voice as she tries to draw his attention back to her question. But if it’s conversation she’s interested in, she has absolutely chosen the wrong outfit. He leans in for a better look — what exactly is that bit of lacy black fabric peaking out from the deep V-neck of her robe?

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[accidental-spice]

“You’re okay,” he found himself whispering. “I was so . . .”

“I know,” she said, her voice echoing through his own chest, filling him with the familiar warmth of having her close to him and safe again. Finally.

@chenford-prompts two weeks of Chenford day #12: Storm

This is from one of the best Chenford fics I've ever read, So This Crazy Thing Happened at the Terra Bella Mountain Lodge, by our beloved host, @hecckyeah !! It's a crossover with Brooklyn Nine Nine where Chenford and Peraltiago go on vacation at the same lodge, and get stuck there in a storm, while crimes and shenanigans ensue

[makeitastrength]

It all happens so fast.

One minute, Tim and Lucy are jumping from the bed of the truck in pursuit of two suspects, following them into an abandoned warehouse, and the next, they’re pinned down as a flurry of bullets is unleashed in their direction.

“Chen,” Tim says in a low voice as the gunfire temporarily ceases. He flicks his eyes to their left and she follows his gaze. “Door. I’ll cover you.”

He raises his weapon and begins to fire as Lucy runs for the door, stopping only when she’s safely concealed and then raising her gun to cover Tim as he rushes to join her. Guns raised, they back through the open door into a narrow, windowless room, ready to open fire when the assailants inevitably approach.

Except that moment never comes.

Instead, the door slams shut, followed by the telltale sound of a lock clicking into place.

Lucy’s gaze flies to Tim only to find him looking back at her with the same panic she feels.

Shit.

She holsters her gun and hurries to the door, grasping the handle and finding it stuck. Desperately, she tries pulling it toward her to no avail. She tries pushing with a similar lack of success. In a last-ditch effort, she slams her shoulder into the door, the entire weight of her body behind it. It doesn’t budge.

“Watch out.”

She turns, finds Tim standing halfway across the room. He raises his gun to indicate his intentions and Lucy quickly crosses to join him, taking shelter behind his body as he begins to fire. Bullets clang off the metal and ricochet off the walls but, predictably, the lock remains firmly in place.

Tim holsters his weapon with a sigh and Lucy depresses the button on her radio to call in their position but is met with static.

“Crap,” she mutters, reaching for her phone only to find she has no service.

“Anything?” Tim asks as he digs out his own phone.

Lucy shakes her head. “You?”

He looks at the screen, shakes his head. “No.”

Stuck for the foreseeable future, Lucy pockets her phone and glances around the room. No doors or windows. Metal all around them, with some kind of element on the back wall and a couple rows of lights on the ceiling. She shivers, an unexpected chill settling over her, and it takes her a moment to realize it’s not fear that they're trapped, and it’s not claustrophobia. It’s…

“Is this a freezer?”

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