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After the paramedic was done checking all his vitals, he told them that he needed a minute and would do the rest of the check up later. He went straight to where she sat on the back of the paramedic truck, her hands on her knees. He looked at the way she's still coughing and trying to catch her breath. And it made his rage even more bigger than before.
"What did you think you're doing?!" The yelling was so loud that people around them could definitely hear it, but he didn't fucking care.
"What?" She asked in confusion with a hoarse voice. It was one of the toughest rescues she'd ever done, the smoke was so thick and heavy that it almost blinded her vision. "Saving your ass?"
"Yeah, right. Are you out of your mind?!"
"Why the hell are you yelling?" The redness from embarrassment on her face made him feel a little bit bad for her. But then he notices her red eyes, the tears from the smoke earlier still lingering on the side of her eyes, and he's getting angrier it's not even make sense.
Before one of the paramedics came to him, Tim held his hand up implying he didn't need any interruption and he could calm himself down. He then moved forward to grab her wrist and pull her forcefully to a less crowded place.
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"I don't need your fucking saving!" Now he's holding back his yelling by gritting his teeth. But it didn't make the words sound better to her ears.
He was standing way too close to her that she could feel his breath right in front of her face.
She gasped in disbelief and shook her head "Right. Tim Bradford is a fucking badass and will never need a woman to save him. I'm so sorry for hurting your ego"
She pulled back her hand from his grip, but he didn't let her go. He strengthened his grip instead.
"I get it Tim. You can let me go now" Lucy's still trying to pull her hand away from him. It stings, but she couldn't spend any more minute with him there. Why should she have to feel attacked like this by a man that she just saved a few minutes ago.
It felt like she's going back to day one and she hated it. The tears on her eyes started to drop on her cheek when she repeated her words.
His eyes widened and he loosened his grip instantly. He made her cry.
"No, you don't get it" his eyes fixed on hers and he softened his demeanor.
"The hell I'm not." her voice made it very clear that she was furious with him. She turned her back and left him without ever turning back.
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Lucy was just about to watch her favorite shows on her couch, she was still so mad at the way Tim treated her this afternoon that she knew she would not be able to sleep easily on her bed, when someone knocked on her door. She sighed heavily. She really didn't need any more people to bother her today.
She decided to act like she's not home but the knocking won't stop, and it hurts her head even more. "Ughh.."
When she opened the door, "Oh. You still need someone to yell at?"
"No" He looked down to his feet, his hands in his pockets. After a few seconds drowning in her cold stare, he took one hand from it to show her what's the thing he's been hiding inside
"Umm. I-I saw the burnt on your back. Thought I could help you to put this ointment."
She keep staring at him, challenged him to elaborate his reason for coming to her place
"I called Tamara, she said she's not here, so.." He said nervously
"What makes you think I would gladly receive your help after all that yelling?"
"Luc- Listen. I'm so sorry. I guess I am the one who was out of my mind. But you should know that it wasn't my intention to hurt you"
"Then what? You said you don't need me to save you. What, You have nine lives?" She laughed but there's no humor in it
"That fucking wood almost fell on your head. You're lucky I still managed to kick it away while you're busy pulling me down the stairs.You could have died"
"Yeah but that didn't happen! You're an idiot if you think I wasn't counting on you to watch my back." Her voice wasn't loud but it was firm enough to make him wait until she let everything out.
"I trust you with all my heart, Tim. But I guess you still see the least of me even after all the things we've been through together" her hands moved up to rub her teary eyes. She won't cry. again.
And Tim's heart broke. He took a moment to find his voice back.
"Lucy. If there's anything, I've only seen the best of you. The thought of losing you is really scaring the hell out of me. You are the brightest, kindest, the most brilliant..amazing person I've ever met." his voice was more like a whisper.
He closed the gap between them and grabbed her arms tightly.
"You bring me back from the dark.. you- you show me how to be a better person every single day" his thumb gently chased the tears away from her cheek before he tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes. She refused to.
"Hey.. when I said I don't need your savings, that was only because- Lucy, look at me.. more than anything in this world, I just don't want to be sad anymore. I can't. And if you weren't in the picture, I don't think I could ever not"
She glanced up to him
"You're everything to me" his voice hitched and she could see the tears waiting to fall from the side of his eyes. His lips trembling in attempt to hold back his cry
"Lucy, I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have to ye–" His words got cut off by her warm lips. He closed his eyes, and all the weight he'd been carrying in his heart was suddenly gone. She pulled down his neck to deepen the kiss and he followed her guide. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest as close as he could. Her hand moved up to reach the back of his neck and his spine felt the shivers. He moaned into her mouth when she dug her nails into his skin just hard enough to give him pleasure and he knew Lucy was quite satisfied with his reaction if the smile forming on her lips was any indication. They slowed their kiss to catch a breath. His forehead rested on hers when she cupped his cheek and then gave him one last peck before pulling away from him. They smiled awkwardly just like a teenager having their first kiss.
She cleared her throat "That means I forgive you, by the way. You know.. in case you're still an idiot and didn't understand body language"
He shot her his famous hardass TO's look but failed so badly. He just cracked up to her antics.
She shrugged before gesturing to him to come in and closed the door behind.
"Now that we're good, can I please help you with your scars?"
She arched her eyebrows "yeah right.. very smooth" she chuckled
"What?" He tried to sound offended by her laugh
She shook her head and grabbed his hand, guiding him to her room
"Where are you taking me? I just want to put some ointment, Ma'am" he acted innocent and Lucy think he's cute
"Uh huh? You sure about that?"
"No. Not really." He grinned widely and bent forward to reach the back of her leg before lifting her bride style.
He kissed her forehead gently "I love you"
"I've been waiting for you to say that" she smiled at him
And he's waiting.
Still waiting.
He frowned his eyebrows "You're not gonna say it back?"
His face was so funny that it made her stomach hurt from laughing
"Nah. I'm more like a show you kind of girl" She smiled coyly
Smart. Using his words to get back at him?
He threw her to the bed playfully "Well then I have a high expectation" His shirt was gone in a heartbeat and Lucy bit her lower lips watching the way his chiseled chest heaving heavily while he's in a rush to take off his pants
"Oh trust me, you should" she took off her shirt seductively
And just like that, Tim knew that he's a dead man.