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The morning sun was knocking softly against the windows, waking up the birds, making them sing a morning song, tweeting away happily away. The droplets of water against the green leaves were slugging along and dripping against all the oak trees and the sun lightly was hugging and caressing the two bodies laying in a sheer white silk sheet bed. A blonde man with tanned skin lied near a woman with dark brown hair, and tanned honey caramel skin. His hand was lightly caressing her waist, his long fingers skimming the expanse of soft skin. His long, black lashes fluttered against his cheeks, his body waking up, groaning softly at the sore muscles in his body. Sometimes the job was quiet, the city brimming with orange colored skies and slow pokers who couldn't get the job done and it took all day for just one suspect. As a Sergeant in the LAPD, his job was handling multiple sectors, exhaustion knocking against the door most nights. This night, like most nights, he was the most relaxed when he lied next to Lucy Chen, his beloved girlfriend, whom he adored and met 3 years ago. She met him when he was the most broken version of himself, a man who loved his wife so much, but he didn't get the love he wanted and deserved back. Isabel gave her love to someone else named drugs. After that, he met Rachel and Ashley through Lucy,but after many moments of fear and uncertainty, they finally fell together in a hole called love and bliss and domesticity.
Lucy was truly the best woman in his life, besides Angela, his best friend for multiple years and who has stuck by him many times and became his family when his family wasn't around enough. She showed him love and loyalty, something no one has ever done except his sister Genny, until Lucy appeared and he had something he always wanted: a home.
He didn't feel home with Isabel, and she proved that when he served her the divorce papers in the rehab center many years ago, when she told him that he held her to higher standards, that she ended up dissapointing him and hurting him in ways unimaginable. Lucy brought that up once before it crashed and burned , after her exam which she failed, that she was sorry for dissapointing him and he replied that she could never dissapoint him, which was true and still ringed true to this day. She softened him in more ways than he expected. From a broken man that endured many hardships and events, to a man so in love,some days it was hard to think straight. And that still ringed true when they got back together, the small doses became big doses and soon enough he found himself in the arms of the woman who he loved more than everyone.
Lucy is girl who always held herself with her head and shoulders up high, reigning in sunshine wherever she went, gold specks coloring the pitter patter of her footsteps. He admired her so much. She is gorgeous, even in her sated, sleep state, her lashes stuck together, interwoven like a web a spider weaved for many years. Her full lips that he loved kissing, nipping, admiring, touching, shined from her pink tongue licking the dryness away. He is obsessed with her skin. Her skin is the softest thing he felt in life. Smooth, miles and miles of soft skin, breaking, chipping away at her more intimate parts. He loved her. He truly did. She is the caramel that melts the bitterness of his soul. She soothes that deep ache he feels without her, when he is with her. She is like the perfect pairing of soft and gooey, the perfect sweet treat. His fingers wove into her hair, brushing away at the knots that formed from her sleeping self. He also loved her hair. Soft, perfect smelling, like vanilla and lavender. He loved to braid it, loved to pull it in erotic ways and activies and loved pulling her hair aside to kiss her neck. To kiss the side of her neck that had the tattoo, the Chinese symbols shaking against the skin when she spoke, the pulse point stuttering wildly against his lips when he did that. Suddenly she turned and:
"I can feel you staring at the depths of my soul"-she rasped. He most of all loved her voice. The deep tremble when she spoke when serious, the low hues of melody when she wanted to be seductive, high octaves reaching when she wanted to be playful, angry and when she sang her beloved songs. He was utterly obessesed with the woman next to him and he didn't fear to show her that, not anymore. He was never going to make that mistake again. Suddenly, she mewled softly, turned her body and groaned and her amber eyes looked at his blue ones. All she saw was a peaceful lake, the deep ombre hues of dark blue and sky blue swimming in his irises. He turned his head and looked at her gently, dipped down and kissed her slowly. No words needed to be said in that moment, the love for her shining through like the sun outside. Then they both slowly rose up together, the white a perfect contrast against their skins, most of all hers.
They then fell into a perfect rhythm, tried and perfected for most years that they were together for and apart. Brushing their teeth, showering together, soft love murmurs and whispers coloring the walls against the white marble wall they had in their house that they moved together in when they got back together, skin brushing against skin, then water dripping down the floor as they walked and got ready for their day together.
In the station, Wade Grey waited for his beloved pair to appear. He adored Angela, Angela being his second daughter and Wesley and he loved how they got together, enemies turned to lovers. He loved how Nolan finally found his "one" in front of his doorstep dressed in a towel and he especially adored Nyla and James.And of course, he truly loved hus beloved. But he truly loved Tim and Lucy. Tim was like his son, a boy lost in life, dancing away from the sparkle and excitement everyone held. He was like storm, calm until the ones he loved got in the equation. He finds himself most similar to Tim.And he saw Luna in Lucy, a woman who wants to make you happy even when she isn't and is ready to help you and make you feel at easy always. He once said that Jackson was his like son, but Tim is his truest form of a father-son bond that he never had. And he especially loves Lucy. A fiery and feisty small woman, who fought her way through bushes and branches of war to get where she was. And there they were, holding hands, all smiles. They both deserved happiness after the path they had and the battles they sorted. He softly smiled in his office, ready to start the day.
"Hey, there are my favorites"-Angela sing songed in the timbre of her voice, high pitched with the unmistakable sass of a Latina, proudly wearing her history on her badge.
"You got any coffee, I am dying"- grunted Nyla. Nolan was speaking with Bailey and Celina over chakras and aura's and Tim couldn't believe how far everyone came to be. If you told him that he would be friends with Nyla, John and everyone else other than Angela and that he would be in love with his former rookie, he would have laughed in your face and told you to fuck yourself. He was pleased with everything.
Lucy then turned to him after chattering with Angela and Nyla and said:
"Be safe my love okay, come home to me in one peace, I need you next to me"
" I promise baby, and I always keep my promise"- he rasped with full sentiment and kissed her knuckles and turned to get started with they day.
And if the day ended with him caressing and kissing every inch of that smooth tanned caramel skin, he wouldn't complain.
He is the happiest man alive and he wouldn't have it any other way.
She is the caramel, the balm to soothe his storm. The sugar to his bitter. The oxygen he needs to breathe and only she makes his heart beat. She makes him feel alive and satisfied and on fire. Every single nerve ending of his was lit on fire by her and extinguished by her. The water to the caramel stuck in his throat and the only woman who he showed his soft side.She deserved the world and she loved him so much, and he loved her like the moon circled the earth. He is the Moon and she is the Earth, circling around his heart, a practiced dance, two souls dancing and yearning. Two candles lit by a candle lit dinner, the flame dancing a familiar tune.
She is his sugar and he is addicted to her nectar.