So what started as a random conversation with friends somehow morphed into this lovely little collection of one-shots. Every fic in this is essentially just pure smut with some fluff, sass and angst thrown in along the way. Some will have a connection to an episode or story line, but most of them are just very random and fairly steamy, if I do say so myself.

That being said, feel free to share ideas or give requests for this once you figure out the whole idea behind this!

ALSO, highly recommend you avoid reading this in public! *hint hint, wink wink*


"Ugh finally," Ruzek mumbled, shutting the file cabinet drawer. "We are free!"

Everyone laughed at the younger detective's antics, even Al. He was like the little brother you didn't want but your parents brought home anyways. But he was always there to bring some laughter during hard cases, and he was one of the first people to ask if you were okay and if he there was anything he could do

"I am ready for a night at Molly's, who's in? Otis said they've been having a week of bachelorette parties stopping by."

And he was back to being the annoying little brother.

"Kev? You're my man," he said, as Kevin agreed. Antonio did too, but Al declined, saying he and Lexi were having a Harry Potter marathon. He had been asking them all week what the hell a Hufflepuff was and what was so special about a sorting hat. They helped as best they could in explaining it to him, Erin surprising everyone with her knowledge, but they knew he enjoyed every second he got to spend with his daughter.

"Jay, what about you?"

Erin pretended not to notice the little side eye Jay gave her. She had been back from the task force for about a month and they were still sneaking around with no intent to tell anyone about their relationship status any time soon.

They had discussed earlier what their after-work plans were, take out, maybe catch the end of the Blackhawks game and just have a relaxing evening. They both even had cover stories for if the unit asked them to go to Molly's.

"Sorry guys, I can't. Will and I are having guy's night."

Jay knew this wouldn't come back to bite him in the butt. Will was working the night shift at Med and there was no reason for him to be at Molly's.

"Normally, I would say you're lame, but Will is cool," Ruzek replied as Jay just rolled his eyes.

"So what are you guys doing?" he asked as they stood around the bullpen, cleaning desks and putting away files before the weekend.

"Oh, our usual. Order pizza, turn on the game. Play some games, poker maybe."

"Games, as in board games?" Antonio asked.

"Yeah, it was something we always did as kids. Every Friday night was game night with my mom and Will. We started the tradition again when he moved back."

That part was absolutely true. His mom always did so much to take their minds off the fact his dad wasn't around and they were growing up in a working, middle-class neighborhood. She always told him when he was older that she wanted more for her children growing up, and always wanted that before she married his dad and he and Will were born. Will getting a job back in Chicago seemed like a start to them becoming the brothers they were before, and having game nights on nights they were both off seemed like the best idea.

"Oh man, that's nice," Atwater chimed in, a smile on his face because he understood the importance of family.

"What are you gonna play?" Ruzek asked.

This question was one he hadn't thought through but he was pretty sure he could make up anything and they guys would believe it. But he was getting anxious because he wanted to get out of here He could feel Erin eyeing him and he knew she wanted to get out of here just as much as he did.

"Oh, the usual, poker, maybe blackjack. Scrabble."

His sentence was interrupted by the sound of a coffee mug hitting the ground. Everyone turned to Erin and the shattered coffee mug by her feet.

"Sorry guys," she said, bending down to pick up the pieces. Jay knew exactly what was going on and he didn't realize what happened.

Ever since the time he had a bounty on his head, they had begun using it to insinuate other things. When they got together, they applied "scrabble" to their own relationship, asking each other if they wanted to play when they really wanted to do other things.

But she was obviously flustered by it and seeing as how they were going back to her place, he could get her a little more riled up.

"Yeah, so poker, scrabble, that's our usual." His words were followed by Erin softly clearing her throat and glancing over at her, Jay could see she was blushing a little.

"Scrabble?" Ruzek asked.

"Oh yeah, it's challenging so it brings out our competitiveness. Always trying to one up the other, keep them on their toes."

Erin was still on the ground, picking up pieces of the now broken mug, but she was moving a lot for someone picking up broken ceramic. Jay could swear she was squirming.

"Sounds like a good game for the Halstead brothers."

"Oh, definitely. We're usually up all night playing."

At this point, Erin was moving towards the break room, rather quickly, keeping her head down to hide her flushed face.

"Well tell Will hey and that I hope he kicks your ass," Ruzek said as he, Antonio and Kevin gathered up their stuff and made their way to the stairs, oblivious to Erin's abrupt exit.

Jay watched their retreating forms head down the stairs and once he heard the clang of the gate shut, he moved towards the break room himself.

He quietly closed the door and shut the blinds, not necessarily needing too because everyone was gone, Voight included. It was late when they finished and Hank excused himself long ago.

Erin was leaning against the counter, back to him with her hands gripping the counter so tightly, her knuckles were turning white. Her breathing was heavy and he was pretty sure she had no idea he had entered the room.

Jay slowly made his way over to her, pressing his body against hers, a gasp slipping from her lips as she could feel him, all of him.

"So what are your plans tonight, Detective Lindsay?" Jay whispered into her ear, his hands going into her front pockets. He knew how much him using her professional title for rather unprofessional things turned her on.

"Umm well," she began, rolling her hips slight to elicit a groan from her partner. "I was thinking about going home."

"Uh huh," he replied as she turned around. She was clearly getting her bearings together. Her arms slipped around his own waist and under his button down, her fingers sliding into his waistband.

"And I thought about maybe getting something to eat."

"Oh I could definitely eat right now," he shot back, that Halstead smile coming to his face as Erin felt herself get more turned on.

"And after that, I was thinking maybe I might want to play a game."

"You might, might you?" Jay's voice was becoming deeper, the way it got when Erin was pushing all his buttons. Her fingers were sliding around to his front, staying beneath the waistband of both his jeans and his boxers. His own hands were wandering as well, now finding Erin's back pockets.

Erin was slowly pushing him back towards the table and eventually, Jay felt his thighs hit the edge. He allowed himself to sink down on top as his legs spread to allow Erin to step between them. At this point, they were basically eye to eye, and he could see how much her own eyes were darkening, their usual hazel color becoming closer to brown. He suspected his own were getting darker as well but he was preoccupied by thoughts of this woman standing before him.

"And, you know, maybe you might wanna come over and," she paused, her lips inches from his own, "play scrabble."

All self-control left him as his lips captured hers, his hands using their place in her pockets to pull her closer to him, her hips meeting his own and he swallowed her moans when she felt the bulge in his pants. Their mouths stayed locked together, both fighting for dominance but Jay knew he would win. Even as he gave up all control in their work relationship, when it came to their private one, he was in full control.

Erin's hand moved up his chest, her palms briefly resting flat against his pecs before moving to undo some of the buttons. Jay left the first few undone, for "personal preference" but they both knew it was for her after she made a comment one night. His own hands moved around to the front of her jeans, his fingers swiftly undoing the button and pulling down her fly.

"Jay," she whispered, pulling back as his mouth moved to assault her neck. "Someone could walk…"

Her sentence was sharply cut off when she felt Jay's fingers dip way lower than was socially acceptable in public, especially in their work place and one of her hands moved to grasp his wrist.

"Fuck, Jay," she breathed out as his fingers circled her clit a few times before sliding along her slit and back up.

"Come on, babe."

Her breathing was becoming quicker as her release got closer. The thought that anyone could walk in both excited her and made her chase that release much faster. The hand wrapped around his wrist got tighter the closer she got and spurred him on the move faster.

"Come on."

"Jay," she groaned out again before he slipped his middle finger inside her, and that was her undoing.

His lips landed on hers to muffle her cries. He knew what words would come out of her mouth at that moment and he was better safe than sorry. Besides, it gave him the chance to kiss her again.

When she stopped seeing stars, she opened her eyes to find Jay looking at her, wiping his hand on his jeans with that smirk on his face. Erin wanted to slap him but she was too caught up in the aftermath of the pleasure he just gave her that she would let this slide for now.

Erin took her time coming down from her high as Jay fixed their clothes, her body involuntarily squirming when he moved to button her jeans as his knuckles brushed over her.

"Are you crazy?" she asked when she found her voice again.

"What?" he asked, that smirk still there. "No 'thank you' for yours truly?

"Anyone could have walked in, Halstead! Anyone on the team, or Platt, or even Hank!"

Jay couldn't help but laugh at her worry, as it was cute on her, especially when her face and chest were flushed as evidence of what just transpired.

"But no one did."

"That is so not the point, Jay!"

"Erin," he said calmly, slowly walking over to where she was leaning against the counter again, this time facing him as she placed a wet paper towel against her forehead to cool her down.

"No one walked in. It's fine, and you can't lie to me and say you didn't enjoy it. Now pull yourself together and get to your place. I'll leave here in a few and pick up dinner."

Erin looked down at Jay, noticing that he had a very noticeable issue to take care of first.

"Hmm, well you better hurry home," she said, walking around him to the door, her anger dissipating when she realized maybe Jay's plan of a break room quickie backfired.

"Wouldn't want to start playing scrabble without you," she said, throwing him a wink before opening the door and closing it once she walked out, the sound of Jay groaning in protest getting drowned out.