Title: Scenes

Author: ZombieJazz

Fandom: Chicago PD

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Chicago PD and its characters belong to Dick Wolf. The character of Ethan has been created and developed for the sake of this AU series.

Summary: A collection of one-shots/scenes using the characters as represented in the AU established in Interesting Dynamics. The chapters currently represent scenes happening immediately after So This is Christmas. As I continue to update, they'll just provide one-shot snap shots into the characters' lives and likely some recasts of scenes from the show. This series focuses on Voight and his family, as well as Erin Lindsay's growing relationship with Jay Halstead. This is not a linear narrative with a beginning-middle-end. It's just scenes.

SPOILER ALERT: There are MAJOR spoilers in this collection from Interesting Dynamics and So This is Christmas.

******WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS M RATED. *********

Erin lay against Jay's bare chest, her fingers absently tracing a pattern around his nipple only to stream up to outlining his shoulder and sink back to drawing its circles.

She was splitting her hearing between listening to his heart and breathing and listening to the vinyl on the turntable. They'd finally gotten it to her condo and hooked up to her stereo system and it sounded even better in her condo's lofty acoustics than she'd expected. She might be in love.

"You done?" Jay asked and she startled a bit.

He'd been so quiet and still. His heart rate long ago slowed and his breathing shallow. She thought he'd drifted to sleep. But she smiled against him now.

"No," she grinned and lifted her head to find his sparkling eyes. "Just between rounds."

He grinned back at the shared joke and lifted his head off the pillow to find her lips. She allowed it, opening her mouth for him and pressing her naked body against his as the kiss deepened. His hands got restless and found her hips, pulling her more firmly on top of him. His arousal pressing against her as their tongues dueled. Her hands running through his hair – nails scraping at his scalp - while his massaged at her ass.

She briefly broke the kiss and gazed down at his flushed, moist lips. His breathing already changing and catching. She gave him a little smile, as she rose up on her knees slightly, and reached between them, guiding him to her core and slowly sinking onto him.

She watched his face as she did. Pure pleasure. Framed with the desire to raise his hips and thrust quickly and fully into her. But she could see his fight to restrain himself and enjoy the sweet agony as she slowly rode him and grinded against him.

She settled into a rhythm – one that she was learning he seemed to love and could hold himself back on for a good long time while his face painted with that look of beautiful agony as she slowly built to her own climax too. His head fell back onto the pillow. He let out a quiet groan of enjoyment. His chest rising and falling more purposefully. His hands moving to grip at her waist and then restlessly running up and down her thighs, stopping to squeeze at the flesh of her ass cheeks on occasion.

He managed to pull his eyes open and gazed at their juncture. His one hand tracing down and settling lower – his thumb extended so her clit ground into extra friction and pressure with each rock. The sensation made her briefly to the porn star maneuver – letting out a mild moan and arching her back. Even her hands briefly came up and ran over herself, settling in her hair before coming back down to him. But he took the movement and exposure as an invitation and his rough finger pads traced up her abdomen and caressed at her breasts. His eyes taking in every bit of her in a careful examination – a scrutiny that only Jay could pull off in a way she would allow.

She leaned forward more and found her sweet spot in their positioning. She let out another muted moan. And it must've done something for Jay too because there was a small grunt out of him as his hands fell back gripped at her more tightly. His hips seeming to involuntarily press up with that rocking motion and his own head falling back to expose his neck in a way she couldn't resist either.

She settled closer to him. Her lips landing on his neck and sucking. His grunt turned to an all out moan, which just caused her to increase the suction before trailing the tip of her tongue up to just below his ear. She took a moment to put another suck there before placing a kiss – his heart pounding under her lips. Then she drew his ear lobe into her mouth. He moaned again and squirmed under her. His hips dancing against her established rhythm more harshly. It was a sign. She knew what was coming.

His arms wrapped around her and he carefully flipped them – staying inside her in the maneuver as he took control of the lovemaking. He briefly gazed down at her with admiration. Her naked breasts. Soft, smooth stomach. Spread legs and the flushing of her sex where they were joined.

His hand reached between them and his thumb flicked carefully over her clitoris several times. It was her turn to let out a moan. He smiled at her and she returned it.

"Fucker," she teased.

He leaned in and stole a kiss, grinning inches from her face. "Yeah," he agreed smartly. "And you love it." As if to prove it, his hand returned to her swollen, sensitive arousal and gently rubbed at it.

Though, she'd had a sassy comeback starting to form in the back of her mind and push itself to the tip of tongue, she was a little distracted and "mmm …" was about all she could manage to press out. Her own head settled back into the pillow and her eyelids grew heavy with the overwhelming pleasure of the sensations that he continued for several more seconds before removing his hand.

He settled more against her, reaching to hook his elbow around her knee and draw up her one leg while she tucked her other heel tightly around his opposite leg, just above his knee. It seemed to give them perfect angling and positioning. She'd wondered if that was boring. They were still young. They hadn't been together for that long. And they already had a routine? But she'd decided it wasn't. They switched things up a lot. But this always just felt so fucking good and was so perfect at ensuring they both effectively got off – especially since this was round three.

They had no business going for a third round at their age at that time of night. But she kind of suspected it might not be the last one of the night either. Fuck, they'd likely be up most of the night. They already had been. And she had no doubt in her mind that Hank would smell the all-nighter reeking off them from the time they scanned into Intelligence. But just fuck it. They definitely hadn't had nearly enough sex lately. They were making up for lost lays. Celebrating the anticipation of future ones. And just loving being together. That was allowed. More than allowed.

In the dominant position, Jay started by teasing her. He thrust firmly – fully – into her to the point she was nudging across the bed and letting out soft grunts at the depth of him inside her. The fullness she felt with each of his movements. Then he'd pull back out so slowly that was driving her a little crazy. She ended up wrapping her free leg up around his waist, trying to give him some more access and depth in an effort to get him to stop his playful torture.

It seemed to work and he slowly settled into his own rhythm. She found it too – rocking her hips to meet his with each thrust. Satisfied with their fucking, he settled more against her, propping his weight on one elbow and hovering above her in that examination he always did of her face. Like there were some sort of clues about her inner being he was going to discover while staring at her that carefully in her more exposed and vulnerable moments. But she didn't feel quite as exposed or vulnerable under that gaze anymore. It was just Jay. Not that there was really anything "just" about Jay anymore. Still, she focused on the feelings. The pleasure. The sensation. And the man who was providing them.

She caressed at his bicep with her one hand, while she ran nails gently down his back with her other. Readjusting her leg every time it slipped slightly with their efforts and growing muscle fatigue – keeping them angled and opened to give them both the proper depth and access to continue the sensations that kept drawing quiet grunts out of the both of them.

Jay leaned in each closer and found her breathless open mouth – kissing her deeply. She did her best to return it. But she was getting close and instead found herself gasping into his mouth until she turned away and closed her eyes in a quiet moan as she focused on what they were doing and what she was feeling and getting over that edge.

Jay understood and kept up his end of the bargain. Continuing to work at helping her get there. Riding her. Touching her. Caressing her. Kissing and licking and sucking at her in other places. And then he again increased his depth and force just slightly and it was enough. She squirmed involuntarily under him as her body clutched around him. Natural instinct forced her to expose her neck and chest and breasts and let out the guttural sound, as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Jay sucking on her neck and panting his own desires near her ear.

Her body felt like it was over-sensitized as her latest orgasm of the evening washed over her. The nerve-endings were still on fire. Her sex still felt so swollen and wet from the flushing waves their activities. And she'd barely been allowed to calm her heart rate or labored post-orgasm breathing when Jay had grunted almost apologetically into her ear, "I'm there."

She thought she managed to get out, "OK." But she wasn't sure. All she knew was that his body must've been screaming at him because he was pounding with a clear purpose. She managed to let her eyes open enough to see his flushed face as he chased his climax. The red extended down his neck and onto his chest. His thrusts were rough and ragged – much like his breathing at that point as his head drooped more and more in his efforts. She could see his frustration as he labored to get there. Erin reached to stroke at his stubbly cheek and adjusted her legs again – tightening them and then working at clinching herself around him. He groaned at her efforts.

That groan quickly turned to a grunt as he slapped against her hard several times and then began to slow, little shivers and twitches continuing to shake through him – and in her – as he managed to bring his head back up and smile at her, lowering himself closer to her and kissing her hungrily as she grinned into it and sucked in his still irregular breaths. Tasting the sweetness of his exhales.

He finally withdrew – as his softening forced him to. And, he settled next to her, still smiling and moving to swipe stray strands of hair away from her still slightly sweaty and flushed forehead.

"Keeps getting better and better," he told her rather proudly.

She allowed a quiet huff of a laugh and just leaned up to grab his mouth for another brief lock of the lips.

"Good," she told him as they broke away. "That's how it's supposed to work."

"Mmm…" he agreed and returned his mouth to hers again.

And she didn't mean better and better as they went along that night. She wasn't sure how true that was. True in some ways. Not in others. She knew they were likely both going to pay for it in fatigue and muscle soreness the next day. What she meant was being with the same person. Over and over. For the long haul. Getting to know them. Their body. It being about more than sex. More than getting off. And not running away soon after there was a time where it was more than an orgasm.

And for those realities – Jay was her first.

And he was right. It did keep getting better and better. She hoped it kept working that way. For a very long time to come. A lifetime to come?