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The plan was to get all of Lucy’s boxes in the house, thank everyone who helped move her into the house, then spend the night unpacking as much as they can because their next day off isn't for another four days.
They accomplished ⅔ of that.
There was effort on Lucy’s part to unpack after everyone left. She opened one of her many boxes, but then Tim came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest, kissed her neck, and whispered “welcome home, Luce” into her ear.
Their plans quickly derailed from there. Everything was a blur of messy kisses, hands everywhere and clothes thrown haphazardly down the hall towards their bedroom.
They should have known, really, because it had been weeks since the last time they were intimate. Between their mismatched schedules, packing up her bedroom at the apartment, and still trying to navigate their coming back together — keeping an importance on communication and taking things slow — sex had been put on the back burner. And while it was good for them, allowing them to find their footing as a couple again, it also led to a desperation they hadn’t felt in a long time.
Tim rolls off her, falling back against the mattress with a soft thud, his heartbeat hammering in his ears and his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Lucy doesn’t let him get far, practically purring when she plasters herself to his side, nuzzling her nose into his neck.
“God, that was —“ He breathes, a hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. Kissing her forehead between deep breaths.
“Definitely worth the wait.” She mumbles against his sweaty skin, kissing his neck and then settling her head down on his chest.
They fall into a comfortable silence, one of Tim’s hands caressing up and down her spine and the other doing the same to the arm she had draped across his stomach.
She could fall asleep like this, with the warmth of his body and the comforting sound of his heart in her ear. This was by far one of the things she missed the most. The sex is obviously mind numbingly good, he always makes her feel so sexy and wanted. Lucy is fairly certain she’ll never get enough of it or him, and the hook ups during their break up were further proof of that, but it’s the way Tim makes her feel after they’re done. How he insists upon taking care of her.
He’s soft and tender, never letting her lift a finger. The way holds hers so sweetly — his hands never idle on her flushed, sweat slick skin — the kisses he presses into her hair with whispered words of love and adoration.
There was a reason she never let them have this part during their lust filled, post break up, hook ups, because it’s in this moment that she sometimes feels the most loved by him. And it would have been far too confusing to feel that while also being filled with so much pain, longing and anger.
It wouldn’t have been fair to either of them or their healing process.
Now though, they could have this moment every single day for the rest of their lives.
“I missed you. I miss this.” The words leave her mouth before she realizes, the arm she has around his waist tugging him that much closer.
“Me too.” Tim kisses her head again, lips moving against her skin as he speaks. “Don’t have to miss it anymore now.”
”Yeah,” She smiles, feeling his hand continue its soft moments down her back. “Should we get started on unpacking? Before it gets too late.”
There’s a couple moments of silence, as TIm contemplates his answer. They really should get up, stick to their plan, but he doesn’t want to.
“We’ll get to it,” He pulls her even closer, until she’s practically on top of him. “I don’t want to get up yet. I…”
She catches a glint of hesitation in his eyes that pulls at her heart. With a gentle hand, Lucy reaches for his face, fingers brushing against his cheek. “What is it?”
“I spent so long thinking we wouldn’t have this again, that I ruined it beyond repair. That —“ Tim takes a breath, wanting to look away from her. To not let her see the vulnerable man that lays beneath the surface. But that isn’t who he is anymore, the coward who hides and runs away from the tougher things. “I just want to lay here with you, Luce, and hold you for a while knowing neither of us is going anywhere this time,”
Lucy makes a noise, her face melting at his confession. “The boxes wait then.”
They both lean in at the same time, meeting in the middle to share a soft string of kisses. She moves back into her original position at his side, and he resumes the moments of his hands. The sweat now cooled on their skin, and their heartbeats returning to a steady rhythm.
Lucy closes her eyes, allowing herself to drift off and not worry about anything but enjoying this moment with the love of her life,