Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
"Come on."
"What?"
"Come on."
"Its comfy." Erin replied pointing towards the couch.
"For a small child."
"And you, a small" Erin smirks as her eyes drop lower on her partner, "sized man."
"Small? Stop it."
"What?"
"You've got a big bed in there."
"And."
"And you, in fact, are a small person."
"Your point?"
"There's plenty of room."
"I know, I like to spread out."
"Come on."
"What?"
"Come on."
"What?"
"Can I crash with you?"
"I present to you my couch. For crashing."
"You know what I mean."
"I feel like I don't."
"Erin."
"Jay."
"I feel like you want to hear me say it."
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Halstead." Erin was beyond the point of even pretending to hide her grin.
"Erin, can I sleep with you in your bed."
"Can ya is in Africa, Jay."
"May I sleep with you in your bed." Jay groaned in response.
"So close!"
"Erin Lindsay, may I please sleep with you in your bed."
"Oh is that what this is all about?"
"Ha ha."
"Gosh, Jay, I just don't know, what would Hank say?" Erin teased.
"You're loving this."
"What? The fact that you are begging to get into my bed?"
"For the record, I wouldn't put you through this."
"You're full of shit! You would love to hear me beg you to sleep with me."
"Oh is that what this is about?" Jay smirked, feeling a semblance of power for the first time in this conversation. "Is part of the Halstead/Lindsay fantasy you've got going on, me begging for it?"
"You wish."
"Clearly, you don't have to anymore."
"Fine. But you need to shower before you go anywhere near my bed."
"Should I beg for a sponge bath?"
"I'm getting in first." Erin ignored the teasing from her partner. "Make yourself at home."
"We could always save water, shower….", Jay is cut off by the bathroom door closing.
He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit to being pleased with the arrangement. The two's partnership was constantly underlined by a promise of one day, and the actuality of a night of domesticated fun excited Jay beyond words. After grabbing a beer from the fridge, he decided to take advantage of his alone time in Erin's apartment.
Jay was more than familiar with the common space of the apartment, having spent many a night watching sports or movies with his partner. Her bedroom, however, was something he only saw in passing through the doorway. He took a deep breath before entering.
The clean, modern aesthetic continued in her bedroom from the living room. However, there were a few more personal pieces, namely photographs. After stealing a glance at the bathroom door, reassured by the sound of running water, Jay moved closer to inspect the collection. There were mostly pictures of the Voight family, including a couple of a much younger Erin with a woman Jay assumed to be Camille. The affection between the two was clear in the pictures.
Next to them was a picture of Jay himself. Jay's eyes scanned the room for any pictures of any of the other members of the unit and could barely contain his grin when there were none to be found. He picked up the familiar picture for closer inspection. Ruzek had snapped it of the two fooling around after a successful raid, both geared up in their vests, grins plastered on their faces.
Jay was so lost in the memory that he didn't even notice the water stopping or hear the bathroom door open.
"Before you get a big head, I know for a fact that you have the same picture in your top desk drawer." Erin's voice makes him jump at least an inch from the ground before he turns around to greet her.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Jay's eyes immediately drop to the ground upon realizing his partner is covered only by a small towel. "I'll get out so you can change."
"I'll change while you're in, good thing I only left you cold water." Erin grinned as she moved to the side of her bed.
"Let me get my stuff." Jay ignored her joke as he grabbed his bag, dropping it on her bed. "I'll be quick." Jay hurried into the bathroom, briefs, sweatpants, and shower bag in hand.
After ten minutes, Jay emerged from the bathroom. "I hung my towel in there. I hope that was alright. Hey, is that my shirt?"
Sure enough Erin Lindsay stood before him in a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized shirt that read ARMY across the chest.
"Maybe I snooped, too. Consider it your payment."
"Is that all? I was thinking of some fun and exciting ways to pay my debt."
"I'm sure you were. Are you going to wear a shirt?" She questioned, slightly blushing at the sight of her shirtless partner in front of her.
"You're lucky I'm wearing pants." He replied, "Plus, you've stolen my go to, which I'm assuming is part of your master plan." Jay teased as he pulled back the covers to the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Come on, Erin, I thought you said it was ok. I'm actually kind of tired."
"That's my side."
"No, this is my side. Closest to the door, ready to go."
"No, that is my side. Closest to the door, ready to go."
"I feel like the hospitable thing to do would be to give me this side, as your guest."
"I feel like the polite guest would give the owner of the bed her side."
"I'll wrestle you for it."
"Jay."
"Scrabble?"
"Jay."
"We could share it."
"Jay, I'm tired."
"Rock, paper, scissors?"
"Fine."
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot." The partners said in unison, "Yes!" Lindsay jumped into the bed, "Rock beats scissors, move it." She stuck her tongue out at her partner and climbed into the open sheets.
Jay wordlessly climbed over her to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers, "For that, I'm losing the pants." He reaches below the sheets and slides of the sweats, throwing them across the room.
"Jay!"
"Relax, I'm still wearing briefs. They're as long as what you've got on. And don't act so scandalized, we both know you stole my shirt so I wouldn't have one to wear tonight."
"Ok buddy."
The two settled into a brief silence.
"Did you put cologne on to go to bed?" Erin asks as she rolls on her side.
"Its my soap."
"It smells nice."
"Thank you. Want to talk?"
"I want to sleep." She answers as she closes her eyes, silence once again filling the room.
"Shut up, Halstead." Erin whispers after a few minutes.
"I didn't say anything."
"I can hear you thinking."
"I told you I can't sleep on this side."
"I'm not moving."
"Can I try something?"
"I'm too tired for scrabble, Jay." Erin sleepily replies.
"Not that."
"I'm not moving."
"You won't have to." Jay whispers as he snakes his arm under Erin, first pulling her into his chest, and then quickly rolling her to the other side of him. "See", Jay smiles into her hair, "We are both on the right side of the bed, and you didn't have to move."
"Mhmm." Erin mumbles as she cuddles into her partner's chest.
Jay's arm relaxes around her waist as his eyes give way to slumber.
"Hey, Jay." Her husky voice whispers as her leg wraps tighter around his, "you were right, I did just want to get you into bed without your shirt on."
"I knew it." Jay smiles and he can feel her lips curve up against his chest.
"Night, Jay."
"Night, Er."
End.