It was safe to say there was always some sort of tension between you and Tim. Not the kind where you’d bump heads and argue back and forth about unnecessary things. No, more so the kind of tension that would leave the people around you wondering if you two had ever hooked up before. Even the thought of such an act would never cross the both of your minds.

Hell no.

Well..

It was only one occurrence, swear it was only a one time thing. It was yet another night at Tim’s house — he invited you over to watch a football game with him. Sports weren’t even your thing and if it were anyone else, you’d either lie and say you had plans already or just would straight up say ‘no.’ But damn. This was Tim asking, someone who you very much felt comfortable with and perhaps had deeper, more intimate thoughts about sometimes — thoughts that you didn’t even know you’d ever have. It was supposed to be just a simple night. It was supposed to be just a night of watching him curse at the television when his favorite team would make the wrong move, eating some chips, and watching him jump up from the couch and celebrate when his team scored some points.

That was it. No, it wasn’t supposed to turn into a night filled with these intimate moments. He wasn’t supposed to be this relaxed with you, to the point where his larger hand ended up resting on top of your thigh, his fingers tracing circles on top of it. Of course your gaze shifted to his hand, then your gaze lifted up, meeting his own. Just silence — though it seemed like the loudest thing ever — between you two before your and his lips crashed against each other’s, his hands grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of his lap.

And that one occurrence, that one night, turned into another occurrence, and another one.. and—

The point has been made. This was your training officer, for crying out loud. This was your partner. This man trained you, made your training experience hell because of his hard exterior. It had been a few years since that, but he would always be the man who helped shape your career as a police officer. But looking back at it, maybe there were moments between you two where that tension was high. You knew you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore; you loved this man. Hell, Tim loved you. He didn’t want to admit it, or just didn’t know how. This was just too complicated — falling in love with your superior officer and partner.

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Right now, Tim was watching yet another football game on his flat-screen television. Sometimes, he’d glanced over at the spot next to him on the couch, knowing all the lust-filled moments that happened between you two. He would have invited you over again to watch the game, but he knew deep down what you two were doing was wrong. Besides, he would never have been able to focus on the stupid game — that his team was losing anyway — if you were here.

But going against his rational mind, the sound of his doorbell rang through his ears, his head jolting in that direction. He stood up from the couch and made his way over to the door. His large, rough hand wrapped around the doorknob, twisting it to open it, revealing your familiar face. Whatever he wanted to say, the words were trapped in his throat — the only thought running through his mind right now was how gorgeous you looked.

Damn, this was too complicated.