His hands were slipping through her hair, and his tongue was dancing across her earlobe, breathing heavily, while his body pressed up against hers oh so close, and she swore this wasn't what she came here for. Erin was in way over her head with this case, letting it get to her head. She needed to voice her opinion, and even though she knew Hank knew her far better than she did, it was a heavy weight, a pressure sitting on her chest that she was desperate to relieve.

"Olivia" his voice husky and tinted in confusion as this visitor he didn't invite stood before him.

"Voight" pressing past him with ease as her voice floated like velvet around the small hotel room.

Turning after her as he closed the door,

"Please, I've told you, call me Hank."

"Right. Sorry." Talking more with her hands than she was with her mouth, as they gently waved through the air.

"Not that I mind having visitors at," pausing and raising his eyebrows as he read the time on his watch, "1:43 in the morning..."

"I know it's late... Or, early, depending on how you look at it."

He said nothing, just waiting for her to continue, knowing that look on her face.

"Erin..." Her tone dripping in concern,

"She's a big girl," defensively folding his arms across his chest.

"I don't doubt that, Hank, trust me I know what it's like to have someone looking over your shoulder during an investigation. Wondering "can she do this?" And I don't have doubts that she's a capable detective but-"

"Exactly. She's highly capable. I trust her." Olivia didn't know he was lying. Or he hoped she couldn't tell, anyways. He had noticed Erin getting too personally involved in the case, and was hoping he could deal with it before anyone else did either.

"look, I appreciate your concern, but I know how to handle my people. I wouldn't tell you how to run your squad, you don't tell me how to run mine."

"That's not what I'm doing here, Hank. I'm not telling you how to do your job. I'm warning you," pausing, defensively raising her palms towards him,

"Asking you. I'm asking you, please. Just talk to her."

His hands were still stubbornly folded over his chest, rising and falling with his breaths, his head dipped down and his chin jetted outward.

"Fine. I'll talk to her. I can't promise anything. She's worse than a dog with a bone."

Scoffing, tucking her hair behind her ears,

"That's not a bad quality to have you know. It's how I ended up Lieutenant. How I ended up running my own squad. That I, as you so eloquently put, don't need any help running. But I can admit sometimes I tend to turn a blind eye. When it comes to people we consider friends it's easy to have clouded judgment. And if you run your unit like I run mine, and I think you do," running her palm against the outside of his arm,

"We're more like a family."

Nodding as her hand fell from his arm, and he had to admit he missed it.

"Are these all the files Chicago sent up to you?" Motioning her arm towards the bed-the bed that looked a lot like hers did most nights-covered in pictures and files and folders.

"Yeah, I wanted to brush up before bringing them in tomorrow and catching you all up to speed."

Picking up a file at random, thumbing through, her eyes like glass,

"How do you do that?" His voice a tone softer,

"Do what?" The color easing its way back into her pupils as she looked into his,

"This. This job, this unit... Day in, day out."

Gently closing the file as she nodded her head, hearing the same question she's heard a million times or probably more.

"It's not easy. And it sounds cliche but... Someone's gotta do it."

"How do you,"

"sleep?" Laughing, "sometimes I don't. Sometimes I dream of them, of their faces or their bodies. But I know that I get to wake up, and some of them don't. I know that my nightmares will end, and theirs..."

"I get it." A man of few words to say the least.

"Well," breaking the silence, "it's late. Sorry to bother you," tossing the file back onto the mattress, "... I should get going." Passing by him, her hand on his arm once more,

"Olivia," turning after her,

"Yeah?" Her hand on the door,

"Thank you."

"For?"

"For caring. For looking out for my family."

Nodding her head and smiling,

"It's no problem. I know you'd do the same for me."

Pausing, staring at her lips. The lips he never noticed quite like this before, and the lips he really never thought about kissing. Until now. His body moved closer to hers,

"If you ever need anything, Olivia," his hand over hers against the cool wooden frame of the door,

"you know where to find me." His eyes locked into hers.

"The problem is, unless you plan on living out of this hotel room... You'll be in Chicago. And I'll be here. In the city that never sleeps." Hanging her head, and swiping her hair behind her ear again.

"Well, who needs sleep. I'm sure there's something to do at any hour. Even at, pausing and looking at his watch once more,

"2:03 in the morning." Smirking, and waiting for her reply.

"Noah has a sitter, and honestly I know it sounds terrible but, I just don't want to go home."

"Then don't." All mocking and signs of sarcasm absent from his voice.

"Hank... I'm flattered, um, but,"

"But what?" Cutting her off before she could finish her thought.

"Standing here I see a woman, who sees terrible things day in and day out. Who listens to victims and is their shoulder. A woman who cherishes her son, the one thing in the dark world she lives in that gives her light. But that's not always enough. And that's okay to admit."

Her eyes began to water and his hand brushed against her cheek,

"Noah is amazing to come home to," a small break in her voice, "but,"

"But he's not everything you want. He's not everything you need. He can't be. Olivia,"

Pausing and tilting her chin up to meet his gaze,

"How long has it been since you've been intimate with someone? And I don't mean sex. I mean cherished. Had someone warship every inch of your body," his tone so low she could feel it in her chest,

"Had someone make your toes curl, while making you feel like you're the only woman-the only person- that exists."

If flesh could melt she would be a puddle right now. His voice bringing wetness to her eyes and between her thighs, and a bubbling in her stomach she hadn't felt it so long she forgot it even existed.

"Hank," her voice barely above a whisper, "this is... Stupid. I can't, we-we can't,"

"Why not? We're both adults. I respect you, and you me. We know what this is, we know what we're doing. We'e two grown adults, who want to appreciate each other's physical company."

"You're starting to make this sound like a business transaction, Voight." Chuckling and playing with one of his knuckles as it rested against her face.

"Look, no means no, and if you say no that's that. But..." Inching his fact closer to herd slowly, until he was less than a centimeter away, his lips ghosting over hers

"I haven't heard no yet..." Pressing his hand against the door until it clicked closed. He could feel her chest bumping against hers with every desperate intake of air she gasped for, and her eyelashes ticketed against his as her eyelids fluttered desperately trying (and failing) to stay open.

His hand wrapped around her waist, while the other slid from her cheek to the base of her hair, gently wrapping his fingers into her brown locks. Gently and slowly he tilted his head until his lips pressed soft, but firmly, against hers. A barely audible moan escaped her chest before she could stop it, and they stood like this for what seemed like forever, until his hand grasped her hair a bit tighter, and he broke their lips apart quickly for a small huff of air. Her hands found his chest and gently scraped her nails across the thin fabric of his shirt as he gently backed her against the wall, one arm still around her waist, pressing her against himself.

She could feel him beginning to harden against her hip, and his hand brush against her backside as he gently gripped it. Sliding her hands around the back of his neck she pulled him in deeper, giving in finally because to hell with it. To hell with caution and to hell with being responsible. Just for tonight.

Their kiss deepened and he slid his tongue against her bottom lip, his hand pulling gently in her hair. Gladly parting her lips as his tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, her tongue gently grazing against his bottom lip as she pinned it between her teeth. Shrugging her jacket off her shoulders as she slipped her feet out of her shoes, fumbling with his belt,

"Want some help?" His forehead against hers, his eyes bright with amusement,

"Shut up and take your pants off already."

"Bossy are we? I like it." Sliding his belt off with ease and pushing the denim down his legs until he was freed and standing in nothing but a white undershirt and boxers.

"I think we're a little uneven here..." As he stood practically naked while all she had shed were the most trivial of items,

"I think we need to rectify this." A cocky sideways grin swiped across his face as his hands slid against her midsection under her shirt, as he carefully lifted it above her head. His fingers danced across the skin over her ribs, his erection fully pressing into her pelvis, as her hands scrambled to rid his chest of the fabric of his shirt. Pressing one desperate kiss to her lips, before his lips began to travel, leaving a hot wet trail in their wake. A kiss to her chin, and below her neck, one to the top of each breast as her hands wrapped into his short hair, her head thumping against the wall. Swiping her tongue over the sensitive skin above her belly button as he began to unbutton her pants, sliding them down her soft legs with ease. Standing there before him she was a vision. A simple black brazier, and matching panties, her hair slightly messy and her chest heaving and legs already a bit shaky. Rough hands wrapped around her thighs and cupped her bottom, gently kneading the flesh as he kissed her stomach once more. Her hands wrapped in his hair, gently pulling until his face was across from hers again. Their tongues intertwined and their hands desperately clawed and claimed the others skin as their own. Beads of sweat beginning to form as their lungs ached for air, both of them too stubborn and high on each other to breathe. Pressing her shoulders as he gently turned her around, her palms pressed against the wall, his hot lips pressed against her neck and his teeth scraped against her earlobe, as she tilted her head for easier access. His hands reached around her body and played patterns on her inner thighs, her hips lazily rocking in circles, beginning to yearn for friction. Raking the hair out of his way, sweeping it to one side as he contributed to kiss her neck, gentle moans slipping through the room.

He took her hands in his and guided her across the room to the empty bed, and with one swift movement pushed all the files off the bed. Spinning her until her knees pressed against the mattress, placing another heated kiss to her lips as he guided her on top of the blankets. Pressing his weight gently on top of her as his hips rocked into hers, her legs wrapped around him, her heated core aching and wet for him. Standing off of her long enough for her to rid herself of her bra and him of his boxers, he halted her as she attempted to take off her underwear,

"Wait," his hand on hers, "let me."

Nestled between her thighs, his fingers hooked into the edges of her panties and slowly, torturously so, eases them off of her hips and over the curve of her butt and thighs. Pulling them down until they were free from her feet and thrown carelessly among the rest of their clothes. Her legs pressed together, and he could tell she was shy.

"You're beautiful, Olivia." Sliding his hands up her thighs, easing her to open them for him.

Allowing her knees to part and press into the mattress, a hiss made its way through clenched teeth as his tongue swiped against her thigh, and his arms wrapped around her legs. He kissed every inch of her legs, nipped at her flesh and reveled in the squeaks and moans she made. Finally his tongue swiped against her bundle of nerves and her hands shot into his hair.

He sucked and licked at her as her nails scraped against his scalp, and her back arched and her knees relentlessly bumped against his shoulder.

"Oh god," her voice hoarse and low,

"I've told you, Hank is fine." That stupid grin again. That sideways thing that made her feel all sorts of things.

"Oh shut up, please don't stop." Pulling him back in, and she could feel his smile still on his lips as they worked against hers.

Her body began to shake, and she pulled harder on his hair, her back arching off the bed. A final grunt escaped her chest as his tongue swiped in gentle circles, bringing her down from her orgasm. Crawling up her body, covered in sweet salty sweat, kissing his way up to her lips, pausing to take one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting the flesh.

She could feel the tip of him brushing against her, and was all the sudden nervous. It had been a while since she'd been with anyone, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't self conscious. But he seemed to make those feelings melt away when his lips pressed into hers. Their eyes met and gently he began to press into her, with ease as her wetness coated him. He began to rock his hips into her, his mouth everywhere-her breasts, her neck and her lips- his hand in her hair as her legs wrapped around him, pressing into the small of his back.

Their breathing heavy and hot on each other's cheeks, and their hands roaming over the others skin, nails biting against flesh leaving white lines and angry red marks. Their bodies melding together acting as one unit, fused together. He could feel her fluttering around him, her back arching off the bed again. Moaning and grabbing the sheets so hard her knuckles mirrored the white fabric.

As she came down he could feel himself nearing the edge,

"Olivia," his mouth so close to her ear, "you feel so good,"

Pressing her palm agains his chest until he laid on his back, her hips still connected to his. She began to rotate in circles, her palms against his chest, scratching at his pecs as his hands kneaded her breasts. Her head hung back over her shoulders, and her body stretched out beautifully before him. Grunting as she leaned back, grasping his thighs for support as she began to bounce her body, the bed frame quietly persistently and rhythmically squeaking in time with them.

"Olivia," grunting her name, "oh god."

"I've told you," breathless and panting,

"Olivia will do." Unable to resist a sassy retort.

And that was it. The tight coil inside of him broke and he grasped her hips tightly and rocked into her, hard. Once, twice, three more times.

Finally their bodies stilled, as she slid next to him, pressing into his side, curling up perfectly fitting into the curl of his body. Her head laying against his chest as he played with her hair. Both of them laid there in silence, evening out their breathing until slowly the drifted off to sleep.

All night they laid there, not moving, other than a limb here or there, and the rise and fall of their synchronized breaths.