Lips like morphine
A Chicago PD one shot
Summary:
Quinn knew exactly how to affect Hank. A short one shot that got stuck in my head.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything related to Chicago PD. Quinn (Hollander) however is my character, completely made up and not based on anyone in particular. No money is being made.
Quinn sucked in her lower lip before slowly releasing it between her teeth. She studied Hank's face and noticed his eyes turning darker and his hands tightly gripping the edge of his seat. His jaw set and his lips in a tight line. She loved the effect she had on him.
"Stop that!", Hank growled, as she did it again.
"Why?", Quinn shot back, enjoying the fact that she was actually making him feel uncomfortable.
Hank stood up from his chair and walked to stand in front of her. He placed his hands on the arm rests of her seat and towered over her. He was so close that she could smell his cologne. She felt her heartbeat sped up as she looked up and stared into his eyes, resisting the urge to bite her lip again.
"You need to stop this, Quinn", he said softly. "We talked about this".
Quinn shook her head.
"No, we didn't", she replied. "You talked and I listened. It's not like we truly discussed it".
She sat up a little straighter and waited for him to reply.
She remembered the little chat they had a few weeks ago. After they had grown closer together and there was a undeniable chemistry between them, Hank had told her that whatever it was, it could not happen. She was Erin's age, so he could very well be her father.
However, all she really heard was a lot of couldn't, but not one shouldn't.
She had noticed on many occasions that his stare lingered a little too long, that he was slightly overprotecting when it came to her safety and she had most definitely felt the sparks of ignition when they happened to touch. Yet it seemed he wouldn't allow himself to be happy after all those years.
According to Antonio, Hank never really dated anyone after Camille died. There were rumors about him and Olivia Benson, the lieutenant from the SVU, but it didn't last. During her conversations with Antonio, most of them over a beer or two, Antonio had told her that he thought something was up between Hank and her. She hadn't set him straight as he was right after all. 'He will come around', Antonio had said. She could only hope so.
She awoke from her reverie and realized he was still staring at her intently. She shifted slighty and met his gaze. She bit her lip again, awaiting his response. She didn't have to wait long.
"Fuck, Quinn", he sighed as he gazed down at her lips. "You have no idea what you do to me".
A small smile tugged at her lips. She had a pretty good idea. She placed two fingers under his chin, causing him to shift his gaze back to her eyes.
"Just kiss me already", she told him firmly.
Author's note:
I hope you liked it! It's been years since I've written anything, so I hope it was any good. I've been considering to turn this into a multi-chapter story since there aren't many Hank/OC stories out there and my muse is still with me, but I decided to check if anyone would be interested first. Reviews are – as always – very much appreciated!
