Hi Everyone!

So I started a new stroy! It's Benoight, cause I just love them together. I can't wait for more crossovers! This idea just kept bugging me, and here we are; a new story! Obviously, I don't own anything, except for my twisted little ideas. I hope you'll like this little piece, and as always, I would love to know what you think! Positive, negative, or just want to say hi, I would appreciate it very much!

I don't know if anyone from here read any of my other two stroies, but I just wanna say that I have not forgotten about them, I wasn't really in the mood of writing those babies for a while, but recently the plotbunnies just keep on jumping around, so you can soon expect updates over there too.

Anyways, good reading guys!
Crysania

He pulled up into his driveway and thought for a second. So what's going to happen between that moment and between getting into his bedroom? They really needed to get to the bedroom? And what if she really only wanted to drink whiskey? Well, that would be awkward.

'Hank,' she put her hand on his, which were still grabbing the steering wheel. He turned to face her, and tried to ignore the pictures playing in his head. 'I am sorry for getting Lindsay into this,' she said and he knew she meant what she said. He told her the whole story over the pizza, and she was truly amazed by his dedication. He raised a decent human being from that lost young girl. He was indeed a good man.

'Hey,' he said raising her head holding her chin to be able to look into her eyes. 'I had a moment, when I was upset. But I'm over it. She's a grown woman; she's making her own decisions. What I can do, is to make sure she gets out of there alive,' She stared back at him scrutinizing his eyes, not quite sure what to expect. 'I have a different moment now,' he said with a half smile etching across his face and before Olivia could ask about that moment, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. And it felt indescribably nice. 'So let's take this inside and go find that whiskey,'

'Right,' she said blushing from ear to ear. Thank God for the darkness in the car.

'You're still wearing your office clothes,' Voight said after they entered his house. It was uncharacteristically cute. She would have sworn that a woman was living there too. But the man's intentions seemed pretty clear, and she hoped he would have never brought her home if there was someone waiting for him. 'Do you want something comfy?' he asked bringing her back from her thoughts.

'You're already trying to get me out of my clothes?' she giggled at his question.
'A guy can dream, can't he?' Hank held up his hands with a pout on his face, then smiled.
'Something 'comfy' would be nice,' she smiled back tucking her hair behind her ears. He motioned to the livingroom. Olivia curled up on the couch while he went to get something to wear for her. He decided on one of his flannel shirts. Warm and comfy. It should be perfect.

'There's a bathroom there, if you wanna change…' but before he could finish his sentence she simply took off the suit jacket and top that she was wearing, and got into the shirt he gave her.
'It's not like you have never seen anything like that…' she smiled sitting back on the couch next to Hank, buttoning up the shirt. He intently watched every move of hers. He took in every curve of her body, that she just so willingly showed him. Her pants hugging her hips, her bra cupping her perfect breasts, and the necklace running between them. That was it. He leaned closer and grabbed her mouth in a passionate kiss. And Olivia Benson did not protest at all. She scooted even closer to him, and snaked her arms around his neck. In return Voight cupped her face in his palms. It was so perfect. And then he remembered. 'Let me get you that whiskey,' he smiled a devilish grin breaking the kiss, his voice barely above a harsh whisper.
'Seriously, Hank.' she panted not letting go of his neck 'It can wait,'
'Your hands are all cold. I'm afraid you'll freeze to death if I take any more clothes off of you,' he cocked an eyebrow at her, and she had to laugh. But thank God he was not backing out of this. So she untangled herself from him. 'It will warm you up a little,' and with that he headed to the kitchen.

Erin Lindsay couldn't decide where she should go. She left the bar earlier than the others. She just wasn't in the mood of having fun. The whole case was eating at her. Jay would probably help her forget about her stage fright in connection with the upcoming day, but she could probably make more use of Hank's advice. She didn't want to let him see that she was practically scared out of her pants. It would only make the sergeant change his mind about her assignment. But truth be told, she was terrified. Everything was going pretty good now in her life, and she just wanted to enjoy it a little further. Did that make her selfish? Oh God. She needed to talk to Voigt.

She got into her car and drove straight to the house where she grew up. Not as in growing up to be an adult. She was practically an adult when she got there. She grew sense there. She grew into deserving to have a life. She grew into someone deserved to be loved there. And it still felt like she was going home. As reaching the realms of comfort.
She took the steps up to the front door. Even though she had keys, she always knocked first. She didn't want to walk in on anything compromising. And most of the times he opened the door in seconds, without any complications. But that time she was eternally grateful for knocking first, and not barging in.
Hank Voight opened the door with his shirt all ruffled up, and lipstick smeared around his mouth. She had to work really hard not to smile at his sparkling eyes. She came at probably the worst possible time. But she was going to thoroughly enjoy this. After all those potential boyfriends he scared away.
'Wrong time?' she asked surveying the part of the hall visible behind his back. She didn't fail to notice that Hank hasn't invited her inside yet.
'No. What makes you think?'
'Who's here?' she asked when she spotted the high heeled boots next to his rugged ones.
'Noone,'
'So now you wear women's boots?' she smirked as he rolled his eyes.
'What do you want, Erin?' he growled stepping outside and pulling the door behind him closed.
'You have lipstick on your face,' she giggled making him even more frustrated.
'Okay, are we done here?' Voight raised his eyebrows and his jaws clenched. Tell tale sign, that she was dancing on the nerves of her sergeant. She stared at her boots for a second.

'I actually came to talk through tomorrow's stuff,' she admitted, and he immediately knew that she was not completely relaxed about the upcoming mission. And that was not good. Under any circumstances. No matter if Olivia Benson was waiting for her whiskey. Or that he wanted to get laid, he had to talk to Erin. So he opened the door and motioned her inside.
'At least wipe the lipstick off.' she reached to his face; 'I can't take you seriously this way,' but before she could reach it, Voight patted away her hand and brushed his palm against his mouth.
'Better now?' he asked and she only smiled in response.
'I really didn't want to disturb, I just needed to talk to someone,' she stammered 'I didn't know you had guests,' But Hank only pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her forehead. Maybe that was all she needed. 'If you don't want to do it, you don't have to,' he whispered into her ears, and deep down he really hoped that this one time, she would chicken out of the undercover operation. But she gently shook her head. He broke the embrace and he saw that Lindsay was desperately avoiding his gaze. He tucked her ringlets of hair that fell in her face, behind her ears, and put a finger under her chin to raise her head. 'Look at me, Erin,' he said gently. 'I will not think less of you if you cancel this, you know that, right?'
'I don't want to let anyone down,' she confessed a single tear running down her face.
'You're not letting down anyone, Erin,' Hank said putting his hands on her shoulder. She did go through a lot of things recently, and just as she was getting her footing back, that stupid case came along. Maybe he should have forbid her to do it.
'But this is a great opportunity to crack down on them,' she added
'But this is a great opportunity to crack down on them,' he repeated her words with a nod. 'And I have to admit that it ran through my mind before Benson brought it up…' and he didn't have to finish his sentence, they both knew how it would have ended.
Erin took a deep breath, and straightened her shoulders. That was it. She has made her decision. 'Okay,'
'Okay?' he asked looking straight into her eyes.
'Okay,' she nodded. She got what she came for, it was time to let Hank get back to whatever it was that she had interrupted. 'So who's the lucky lady,' she turned to take a peek at the living room, hoping that they were not up to the bedroom yet. And there she saw her. Sergeant Olivia Benson on the couch. Wearing Hank's favorite shirt. But that was all she got, because he yanked her out of there by her arm. In return she punched his shoulder. 'Olivia Benson, huh?' she crooked an eyebrow at him, but he refused to answer.
'Good night, sleep tight,' Voight pushed her out the door finally and let out a sigh. They always have the best timing.

'Sorry for that,' he said when he saw Olivia waiting for him in the hall.
'Is she okay?' she put a hand on his shoulder when he reached her.
'I hope she is,' Hank shrugged his shoulder. 'I hope to God, she is, cause we need her at her best tomorrow,' he sighed again. These women were making him soft. 'But she definitely thinks we're sleeping together,' he grinned at her.
'Hey, listen… I was thinking,' Benson started and Hank Voight knew that he has lost his luck. 'I don't feel much more comfortable letting her in there alone,' she started and he had a perfectly good idea of where she was going.
'So what do you suggest,' he leaned dangerously close to her, but she didn't back out.
'I suggest we don't let her down,' Olivia was staring straight into his eyes and he only had a couple of seconds until his hunger took over him and he jumped her. Either that, or he could start right away.
'On which?'
'On both?' she purred, edging closer into him, so he kissed her. He kissed her hard, and he pushed her up against the wall, right there where they were standing, and he pinned her hands above her head. Starting from her wrists, he ran his hands down her body, along her arms, on the side of her breasts, down her sides passing her hips and finally stopping on her ass, pulling her flush against him.
She could hardly breathe. It has been such a long time ago, that she has done anything like that. She was afraid she had forgotten how to do it. But her body seemed to know what to do; her hands snaked around him, and around his shirt caressing his toned back. That shirt needed to come off. And it did. Just like all of her clothes did. And despite the freezing temperature outside, the air between them was so hot that it could practically catch fire. She needed him, right there and right then. Just like he needed her at that exact moment. So she pushed his pants and boxer shorts past his erection, and hooked one of her legs around his waist to provide full access to him.
'There's no way, I'm fucking you in the hallway,' he panted against her neck, and before she could even react anything, he grabbed her other leg, pulling it up on his hip, holding her close, he headed to his bedroom.

Halstead was already sleeping when his phone rang. For some peculiar reason he took Voight's order and decided to go to sleep relatively early that night, so that he would be well rested the next day. Only to be woken up by his partner.
'Were you sleeping?' she asked when he finally found his phone and answered.
'Kinda,' he answered, but he also realized that something must be off 'What's up?'
'So I had some doubts about this case,' she began and Jay sat up in his bed to avoid falling back asleep 'And I stopped by Voight's house, you know, to talk. And he opens the door, and he has lipstick on his mouth,'
'What?!' hah. There was no way he was going back to sleep now.
'Not like that, Jay!' if she was in the same room as him, she would have punched him for sure. 'It was smeared around his mouth, you know like after making out…'
'So he got lucky, what's wrong with that?' he asked smiling to himself. He always wondered if the old man had anyone special in his life, because God knows, sometimes he looked like he could use some action.
'Yeah, right. Except, that when I was leaving guess who I saw in his shirt?'
'I don't know… Platt?'
'No Jay! It was Sergeant Benson!' she had to laugh at his guess though.
'Well she is certainly a much better alternative. I have to admit, that she is an excellent choice,' he jabbered as he remembered the days when they went to New York for that case and during that chase, Sergeant Benson totally knocked that creep out.
'Jay, are you still there?' he heard Erin's voice asking from the other end of the line.
'Yeah…' he answered, and he suddenly realized what the problem was there. 'You're jealous!'
'No!' she exclaimed and based on her reaction, he hit the right spot.
'Yes you are! You're jealous of daddy's new girlfriend!'
'No, I am not, Jay!' she clarified in a tone that told him she was done with the subject. 'But Hank didn't have anyone in his life since Camille passed away, and I'm worried about him. I mean you saw Benson. She's a woman to die for,'
'Mhmm,'
'The whole package,'
'Mhmmm,'
'She's smart, and beautiful, and caring and she would kick Voight's ass in a matter of seconds,' Lindsay summed up her concerns.
'Sounds like she would be a perfect match for Voight,' he answered.
'Right. And sounds like the woman who could shatter his heart,' she sighed a deep sigh. 'I mean you haven't seen him after Camille died. He was devastated. I'm not sure he's over it completely. And who knows what Benson wants from him,'
'Erin, I think you're putting way too much thought into this. Let them just have fun tonight, I'm sure he will,' he added and Lindsay grimaced in response. 'I'm sure Voight can stand his ground when he needs to, even when it comes to Olivia Benson?'
'Right,'
'Okay,' he yawned. 'Good night? See you tomorrow?'
'Good night, see you tomorrow,' Erin repeated his words and then hung up the phone.

Thank you for reading!