I've only read one Severide/Dawson pairing and thought it might be fun! They are both a little rough around the edges, don't have luck in the dating arena, and have a slight skank factor (I mean that in the best possible way- lol). They are also badasses on the job. Imagine the heat they could generate - pun intended. Enjoy this little intro chapter...the fire to come in chapter two!
"Yes, Shay, I'll go to Molly's tonight. I'll go. Now you go. Let me shower before a damn call comes in." Kelly gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the showers towel wrapped around his waist, shampoo in hand.
The hot water felt so good. He could have stayed under there for an hour just letting the hot steam fill up the entire locker area.
Kelly knew he hadn't been himself, and Shay was worried. She'd seen what it did to him when Renee took off back to Madrid. Seen the aftermath when her best friend found out the unborn baby he had already grown to love wasn't his.
Renee had been with an on again, off again boyfriend about the time Kelly and her started dating. She hadn't even wanted to consider the baby was this other man's. Pushed that idea far away, wouldn't consider it.
Life has a way of punching you in the gut, and that's exactly what it did when DNA results came back with the undeniable fact that the baby growing inside her was not a Severide. Renee tearfully told Kelly, sobbing for what could have been, for the man she hoped would be the father of her child, sobbing for herself. Renee had hopped on a plane back to Spain knowing she would never see the lieutenant she loved again.
Kelly had gone on a rampage so to speak. He reacted exactly the same way as when the first Renee had betrayed him so deeply. He went from one piece of ass to the next. All willing participants well aware that this was a keep it simple one night stand. So much for learning from past mistakes. In Severide's eyes he HAD learned a valuable lesson...don't ever let one more goddamn woman into his heart. No, guard that thing like a fortress.
Shay had watched, doing what she could to help him. Problem was, nothing helped. He stayed away from his friends going to other bars to ease his pain. Casey had seen it all before and was as helpless this time as the last.
"Severide, you know if you ever need to talk, I'm here."
Always met with the same response. "I'm fine."
Casey tried again and again, reminding his friend this road hadn't made him feel any better when he'd been cheated on by Renee Whaley.
Kelly reminded his friend that it had in fact made him feel better.
"This only happened when I let Royce in, tried to start somethin' real. And it does make me feel better. A whole lot better, if ya know what I mean." Kelly said lightly punching his friend on the arm with a grin on his face.
"You're full of shit, Severide," yelled Casey at Kelly's back. Kelly just turned around and winked.
Shay was not taking no for an answer. Kelly was going with them tonight. He was leaving the bar with her this night, and he was having a good time.
Kelly turned off the water not wanting to step back into reality. He was toweling off and thinking of excuses to try and get out of tonight. He knew there would be no excuse good enough. He sighed and rounded the corner out of the shower, head down, reluctantly accepting the fact that he would have to go to Molly's.
SMACK! Naked body colliding with naked body.
"Shit!" proclaimed Kelly afraid to even look at who he'd run into, praying it wasn't Otis, or worse yet, Mouch.
"Dammit, Severide! What the hell are you doing in there? The water wasn't even running! Wait, don't answer that," Gabriela Dawson yanked Kelly's towel out if his hand and wrapped it around her body leaving squad's lieutenant with nothing to cover up with.
"Really Dawson? If ya wanted to see me naked, you coulda just asked," laughed Kelly slowly, very slowly making his way to another towel.
"Hurry the hell up and get out of here!" yelled Gabby holding up one hand to cover her eyes.
"Don't sweat it," said Kelly on his way toward his locker. "I won't tell anyone about that hot body you're hiding under those birth control pants." laughed Kelly harder, pulling on his boxers, thanking God again he hadn't made body to body contact with Mouch.
Dawson also took an extra long time in the shower dreading the thought of facing the guys. Who knows what Severide told them? Couldn't stay in there forever. She reluctantly made her way out and found everyone sitting at the dining room table enjoying some brisket Mills had cooked.
Kelly looked up with a shit eating grin on his face, and she immediately lost her appetite.
"I thought I was gonna have to send squad in there to get you out!" said Shay as Gabby took a seat next to her.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" snapped Dawson.
"Uh, that you took a really long time," answered a confused Shay, taking a huge bite of baked beans.
Kelly just chuckled softly but kept silent as he finished his plate. Everyone at the table looked at him knowing they were not a part of this inside joke. Dawson wished that looks could in fact kill. Kelly Severide would have been one dead man.
Dawson got her revenge at Molly's that night. After all her pleading and demanding, Shay ended up not making it to the bar. Her sister had called with twenty three emergencies, so Shay talked her off the cliff. They were on the phone for hours, Shay hoping she wouldn't have to make the long drive for an in person intervention. Casey made a quick entrance then exit saying he was tired, much to the disappointment of Gabby.
Kelly was left at the bar by himself surrounded by three older women. Cougar may not have been an accurate term, more like geriatric felines perhaps just this side of fifty. Plenty of plastic to go along also.
Ew, thought Dawson from behind the bar. She'd jumped in to help Otis when he looked a little overwhelmed. Things had died down, so she watched Severide try to disentangle himself from the three not so young ladies. She giggled softly as Kelly checked his phone for the hundredth time. This must've been the text from Shay saying she wasn't coming.
He muttered,"Shit," and met Gabby's eyes catching her watching him. He lifted his eyebrows as if to say "help."
Ugh, thought Dawson as she walked back across the bar toward Kelly. Why should I do anything? Why do I care? This is the man, the asshole, who only knows of my existence because we both love Shay. This is the guy who didn't even realize I was banged up in the ambo accident, only cared that I got to see Leslie and he didn't.
This was also the guy who would do anything for his best friend, loyal almost to a fault. Who had asked for help with a look of desperation and pain she couldn't avoid jumping in. Shay would want her to save him tonight also.
Dawson slowly walked over to the harassed lieutenant, about as slowly as Kelly had gone for a towel when he was lettin' it all hang out in their naked encounter.
Severide let out a sigh of relief watching Gabby saunter over dramatically. He just hung his head and laughed seeing what she was up to.
C'mon, c'mon, he was saying in his head.
"Okay ladies, time to get off my man!" began Dawson. "I know he's probably begged you for a four way, but this asshole is mine."
Really, thought Kelly.
"I know what he likes and you three are right up his alley, so to speak. But back off bitches!" Yeah, that last line had the women running for the hills or the home.
"Up my alley?" laughed Kelly. "Hey, I owe you though. Thanks."
"Yeah, you owe me, and you're welcome."
"First drink's on me?" Kelly had a little puppy dog look on his face.
Dawson found herself laughing at the look kind of seeing his appeal to the opposite sex for the first time.
"One drink because you've had more than enough. I'm also calling you a cab to get home when you're ready." Gabby knew that Shay would kill her if she let anything happen to him.
"Fair enough," said Kelly ordering two shots.
One drink turned into two, two into four, and before they knew it both were laughing hysterically and seriously feeling no pain.
"Oh, God, remember that tattoo Shay wanted to get when Clarice broke up with her?" Dawson could barely get the words out.
"Which time?" laughed Kelly recalling the huge design she'd come up with that covered almost her entire back. He wished she'd gotten it. Tattoos were hot on sexy girls. "You got any?" slurred the lieutenant.
"One, but you'll never see it," teased Dawson.
"Oh wait, I remember it now. That cute little thing on your hip."
"I hate you and we're leavin."
Otis called a cab for the two, no one qualified to be the designated driver, both completely out of it.
The cab stopped at Severide's place first and he stumbled out face meeting pavement. Gabby got out to help or try to help. They meandered their way in trying to be quiet and not wake the sleeping giant. A note on the counter said Shay was driving to her sister's, so sorry she bailed, love you, blah, blah, blah.
Dawson helped Kelly up the stairs, having a little more control of her limbs. He plopped on his bed, jacket and shoes still on.
"Ah, hell," she mumbled struggling with his boots then pulling him up to get off the jacket. She laid down on the bed next to him just for a minute. Gotta get a grip, call another cab, get home. She closed her eyes and was out within two minutes.
Both were startled awake late the next morning by the noisy entrance of Leslie Shay.
"Severide! You better not have a skank up there! I'm heading up!" she called, the sound of feet pounding on the stairs.
Hahaha! Well, what do you think?