Lt. Sweetride
Win Me
A/N: Super long chapter. A lot happens here and the story finally takes an M turn. If you don't want to read M, it's marked when it switches over.
I've been a rolling stone all my life
Flying all alone, flying blind
I've seen it all, I've been around
I've been lost and I've been found but
Who I am with you is who I really want to be
You're so good for me
And when I'm holdin' you, it feels like I've got the world in my hands
Yeah, a better man is who I am with you
Who I am With You, Chris Young
Severide wiped his hand over his eyes as the early morning sun shone down brightly. His other hand swept across the sleeping bag beside him, only to find it cold and empty. Where the hell is she? He lifted his head up and looked around. He was alone. Even the dogs had left him.
She'd taken the coolers and empty beer bottles inside with her, leaving him with the wagon and sleeping bag. He tossed the sleeping bag aside and climbed out, stretching his arms high over his head and then back, rolling his stiff shoulders.
He left the wagon stuffed with the sleeping bag and tarp outside on the portico, and hesitantly opened the front door. Listening for sounds, he heard music and pans clanging in the kitchen. He could smell coffee and something he hoped was sausage and eggs. He was starving.
He wrapped his arms around the woman standing at the stove scrambling eggs. "Smells good. You," he said as he buried his face in her hair, "and the coffee and eggs." His stomach growled as the sausage sizzled in the pan.
"Good morning, L.T.," she bent her head back to kiss his cheek, close to his lips. "How'd you sleep?"
"I slept great, but gotta say I was disappointed when I woke up alone."
She flipped the gas off and turned to him. "Sorry about that. The curse of insomnia. For what it's worth, I slept really well when I did sleep."
"Something we are going to work on, Elizabeth. Your insomnia."
She snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that." She handed him a plate piled high with eggs, sausage, and toast. "Coffee's on too."
He breathed the delicious smells from the plate, taking the fork she offered him and digging in. He sat on one of the bar stools and plowed into the pile of food. Elizabeth set a coffee cup next to him and took a seat across from him, her coffee cup to her lips. She smiled as she watched him eat.
"What are your plans today?" she asked.
Kelly looked up from his food, eyebrows raise. "Thought we were going to get our blood drawn?"
She grinned and laughed, "Ok. That takes an hour. What else?"
"Whatever you would like to do," he paused, "Unless you don't want to hang out today." He didn't care if they just sat around binge-watching Netflix, but maybe she didn't feel the same way.
He looked down at his borrowed t-shirt and suit pants from last night. "I gotta go home and change clothes. What if we drive into town so I can change and then go for a run along the river? Maybe lunch afterwards?"
"That sounds good," she nodded. "Wanna invite Jay and Erin to join us?"
Kelly shrugged, "Sure. Have them meet us," he looked at the clock on the wall, estimating quickly how long it would take to get to his apartment, run 5 miles, shower and get to a restaurant, "about 12:30? Maybe the Riverwalk Café?"
"Perfect for a day like today. The weather is actually warming up. Ice 10 days ago, today in the low 60's." she said as she texted Jay. "After lunch we can head over to the hospital. Do you want to have dinner here tonight?"
"Definitely."
"Good. We can hit the farmer's market here in Lake Bluff later this afternoon and then come on home." He smiled at her reference to coming home when he realized that wherever she was, was home to him.
"Sounds like we have a plan," he said as he stood up to put his dishes away. She'd already cleaned up the others. She stood and refilled her coffee cup.
"Can we take the Austin?" he begged.
She laughed at his eagerness, "Sure. You can even drive." She went into the office, taking her coffee with her, and he watched as she dug through a drawer. "Here you go," she tossed the keys to him.
"I'm going to go change, and I'll be ready to go."
"I'll put away the stuff from last night."
She winked at him as she headed upstairs.
Ten minutes later, she was dressed in running capris and a wide armed tank over her sports bra, with a Chicago PD hoodie. Her shoes matched the fluorescent tank. A duffle bag was slung over her shoulders.
"You can't keep the t-shirt and hoodie, Severide."
"Oh come on."
She shook her head slowly, "Nope. They are my trophies. You'll have to get your own."
"I'll accept that challenge." He grinned as he was already imagining lifting a few pairs of panties.
"Mind out of the gutter, Sweetride. Go change." She motioned upstairs.
Two hours later, Kelly and Elizabeth were sprinting through the Saturday late morning walkers along the sidewalk in a race to Kelly's apartment. Elizabeth shrieked with laughter as Kelly grabbed her arm from behind, yanking her backwards so he could cross the building threshold first.
"Cheater!" she cried as the door closed behind her.
Kelly laughed loudly at the accusation. "No more than you starting on 2 instead of 3."
She punched his arm, before letting him lead her up the stairs to his apartment. Kelly let them both in and headed for the kitchen. "Water?"
"Yes please! Cold."
Elizabeth walked around the apartment checking out the art on the walls, the comfortable stylish furniture, and particularly enjoyed the framed photos that sat on the bookshelves, shelves that were mostly devoid of books.
"Not big readers?" She asked, referring to the few books that she could see.
"Not a lot of time."
She nodded and took the glass of water he handed her. Picking up a framed grainy photo, she smiled, "You?" A small dark haired boy dressed in what was likely his father's firefighting coat.
Kelly shrugged. "Cute. You always wanted to be a firefighter?"
"My dad was. His dad was. It's in my blood. I never wanted anything else."
"Your dad still working?"
"Nah, he retired. He lives up North with his latest wife and two boys. He's coming down next week for the Firefighter's Annual party. You can meet him then. I'd been meaning to ask… you wanna go with me?"
"What day next week?" she mentally ticked through her busy schedule.
"Saturday night. It's a scholarship fundraiser. A pretty big deal for us. Everyone gets dressed up, drinks, eats, parties."
"Sure, I'm off the whole weekend. What do I wear? Formal?"
"Well, I won't be wearing a tux, but the suit I wore last night probably.
"Sounds fun," she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Now, I need a shower."
"Come on, I'll show you." He grabbed her duffel bag and led the way up the stairs to his bedroom. He tossed it on the roughly made bed and opened the door, flipping on the light revealing a surprisingly clean bathroom.
He hadn't planned on having her over, but she was here now and Kelly was glad he'd cleaned up his room and bathroom. "Make yourself at home," he said handing her a clean and folded towel. "There's shampoo, soap, whatever in there," motioning to the shower. "It's not what you use, but it will get you clean."
"Thanks Sweetride. I'll just be a few minutes."
"Take your time," he kissed her temple and then closed the door behind him.
True to her word, she emerged from the shower dressed in jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, barefoot, her long hair twisted up into a towel. Kelly took a sharp breath as she walked by him towards the dresser. "How do you come out of my shower and still smell like you?" He nuzzled her damp neck.
"What is it that I smell like?" she asked with a smile, leaning back to kiss his salty neck.
"Flowers, the kind that bloom in the night. Sweet, mysterious. But then there is something else, something darker, hidden and dangerous, like you."
"That's pretty romantic, Sweetride." She turned into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I've been thinking about the scent of you for months now. Every time I leave you now I smell you until I take a shower. I don't even want to so I don't wash off your scent." His hands rested on her hips, tugging her close to him, his erection pressing against her stomach.
"Well pretty boy, you definitely need one now." She nipped at his ear and took his shoulders, turning him towards the shower. "Get a move on, Sweetride."
Kelly groaned as he walked towards the bathroom. He needed a very cold shower. Seemed like he was always in need of a cold one these days.
Half hour later they were strolling towards the River Café, hand in hand. Jay and Erin were already seated, beers in hand, menus on the table. Jay stood as Elizabeth and Severide approached the table. Kelly shook his outstretched hand and then Jay embraced Elizabeth. Erin gave Kelly a quick hug and sat back down. "This was a great idea guys," she said in her throaty voice.
Kelly held out Elizabeth's chair and pushed it in after she sat down. He returned the smile she gave him, and took a seat beside her. "God it is beautiful today," he grinned as he took Elizabeth's hand and kissed it.
Jay looked over at Erin and rolled his eyes and she smirked. Things were a little weird at first, but soon the two couples were into a groove and laughing. Each of them shared funny stories about their days and beer and food flowed.
The waitress brought the check and left it with Severide, who had raised his hand for it. Elizabeth watched Kelly open the check and look at it, a funny expression over his face, and then put his card into the black check wallet.
"What is it?" Elizabeth leaned over and whispered.
Kelly shook his head and passed the check over to her. Elizabeth knew the bill couldn't be that much, but she was fully prepared to pick up the tab if necessary. But what she saw wasn't a large bill, but a phone number and name.
She flipped the wallet closed, his credit card inside. "Seriously?"
Severide shrugged, and irritated, Elizabeth took the wallet back, handed Kelly back his card and slapped her black AmEx down.
Jay started laughing, "What? Severide can't afford it?"
"I don't want this chick having his name." Halstead and Erin both looked at her, eyebrows knitted. "She gave him her phone number and name."
Jay looked at him, open mouthed. "Happen often?"
Kelly shook his head, frustrated, knowing that this pissed Elizabeth off.
"Last night? Today? Really Kelly?"
"I don't go around asking for this! I didn't encourage this woman or the ones last night."
"I get that Kelly. Maybe you don't now, but what about later? Once you've had me and you're ready for something new. Seems like there will always be someone to fill in the gap."
"There is no gap, Elizabeth. No one else is you." Kelly kept his voice quiet, holding her hands and willing her to believe him. This was another make or break moment for their fledgling relationship.
Elizabeth handed the bill to their server, eyes cold and hostile. The woman had the grace to be embarrassed and flushed when she realized she had been found out.
"Think about it Liz. Guys look at you all the time. You don't see me freaking out every time."
"They are not looking at me all the time."
Jay and Severide both chimed in together, "Yes they are."
She frowned at them, "They aren't throwing themselves at me. They don't touch me, they don't give me their numbers right in front of you."
"Maybe because when I'm around they know I'd beat the shit out of them. Sort of like the threats you were handing out last night."
"Very funny. I don't want to walk around feeling like I have to defend my place at your side because women behave badly."
"Exactly. WOMEN behave badly, not me. And unless a guy touches you, I'm not going to do anything. I don't have to defend you, your honor, or my place at your side. I trust you. You have to trust me. I am not Simon," he said referring to her lover in Afghanistan, the man who broke her heart.
Without breaking eye contact with Kelly, Elizabeth took the check from their embarrassed server. She quickly tabulated the tip and left one, determined to take the higher road. At least the tramp had the grace to be embarrassed.
"You guys ready?" Jay stood up, ready to leave. The outing had been a lot of fun until Elizabeth had lost it. That had sort of put a damper on things. "Liz, can I talk to you?"
She frowned at him, and nodded, knowing she was about to get a talking to, as if she was a child. She let Jay pull her towards the river walk, sulking the whole way. "Liz, you gotta let this go. He hasn't done anything wrong. You are the woman behaving badly this time. Severide is right. He's not Simon. He doesn't deserve this."
"But…"
"There is no but here Elizabeth. You owe him an apology. For that matter, you owe Erin and me an apology. You are bigger than this. Don't let your demons ruin what could be a really good thing with you two."
"You believe that?" There was no one she trusted more than the man who stood before her.
"Yeah, I do. I haven't seen any reason to believe he isn't totally upfront with you. That he hasn't been totally honest." He took her hand and pulled her close to him. "I picked up the pieces before with Simon. I don't ever want to repeat that. I'm not crazy about you being with anyone. No one is ever going to be good enough for you. You know that. But this guy, don't blow this already. Give him a chance."
Elizabeth looked across the way where Kelly and Erin stood watching them. She looked back to Jay, her hands laying on his chest, fingers picking at the gray t-shirt he wore. "Ok. You're right. I am not being fair."
Jay nodded and kissed her forehead, releasing her so they could return to their respective partners. Elizabeth took Kelly's hand, and Jay's and smiled briefly at Erin as they stood in a close huddle. "I'm sorry. Erin, Jay… I'm sorry that I embarrassed you both with my twaddle. It was something private to Kelly and I and I shouldn't have this done this publicly. And Kelly," she turned to him and took his other hand in hers, "I'm really sorry about this. You are right. I need to trust you. You haven't given me any reason." Her hand rested on either side of his face, roughened with his unshaven beard. "I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."
"Maybe, maybe not," he pulled her into his arms. "But I'm in this for the long haul. I told you before I'm not going anywhere. I want to be, I can be, the man you need me to be to be. No running away. Either of us."
She nodded and stood on her tip toes to kiss him, hands clutching his t-shirt. "My demons. My firefighter to battle them with me," she whispered against his lips, tears in her eyes.
Elizabeth turned back to the small group. "Can I make this up to you? No arguments, I promise. Dinner? Tonight?"
"You already paid for lunch," Erin said. "Doesn't seem fair to take us to dinner too."
"I was thinking more like dinner at my house, movie, play some pool, whatever."
"Can we swim too?" Jay asked.
"Of course. You can do anything you want. I'll make margarita scallops."
Erin grinned, "Well then. Sounds like I'll be bringing my special margaritas to go with."
Jay looked at Severide, and they both smirked. Looked like it was another double date for tonight.
"7:00. Plan for a sleepover."
Erin raised her eyebrows, "Sleepover?"
"Yeah, we'll plan on staying the night," Jay agreed.
Kelly laughed. "I guess we'll see you guys around 7ish." Jay and Kelly shook hands and he gave Erin a quick hug while Elizabeth hugged Jay and whispered in his ear. He kissed her temple and then took Erin's hand and waved goodbye to the other couple.
"So I guess we are having company for dinner," Kelly stated.
"Is that ok? I should have asked shouldn't I have?" Elizabeth was nervous, feeling like walking on egg shells so she didn't start anything new.
"No. It's all good. Just think about when you are going on about all the girls hitting on me, think about what it's like to watch Jay hold and kiss you over and over. He kissed you more in the last couple of hours than I have."
"It's not like that. And the kisses aren't like these," she leaned up to his lips, claiming them for her own.
"Better not be," Kelly growled, returning her kiss.
"Nothing more than like I've seen you and Shay."
"Shay's gay. Jay's definitely not."
"He's my best friend," she smiled and tugged at his hand. "Are we still going to go to the hospital?" She completely expected him to say 'no', but was rewarded with a smile and a nod.
"Nothing has changed, Elizabeth. Let's do this."
She let him wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her against him. He led her towards the hospital. She wrapped her arm around his waist, tucking her hand into his jeans pocket. "Let's do this," she echoed.
Two hours later, Kelly was holding open the passenger door on the Austin Healey and helping Elizabeth into the car. He stuffed their duffle bags into the trunk, and climbed into the front seat.
"I need to stop by Molly's on our way home," Elizabeth said.
"They aren't open. What do you need?"
"I figured that Hermann or Dawson might be there early. I need to let them know about something," she said mysteriously.
"Ooohhkaay," he drawled slowly. "We'll go by, but I doubt there is anyone there."
"Thank you," she winked, holding his hand as it rested on the gear shift.
He pulled in front of Molly's to see Hermann stapling new signs out front of Molly's. The two got out of the car, and Hermann immediately started razzing Severide about the new wheels.
"Wow! Lieutenant's must do really well these days," Hermann stroked his hand over the silver metal.
"It's hers, Hermann. Elizabeth wanted to see you really quick." He emphasized 'really quick.' Kelly was ready to have some alone time with his girl, and he didn't want to spend any more time than he had to with Hermann and crew. He saw them plenty already.
She followed Hermann into the bar where Dawson and Otis were restocking supplies. They all greeted the couple, offering drinks, which they turned down.
"Thank you, but we can't stay. I just wanted to let you guys know that I got a hold of some tickets for the Blackhawks game on Thursday night. I think your shift has the day off?" She was still trying to understand how the shifts worked.
"Blackhawks tickets?" Otis gasped. "The playoffs? How did you ever…?"
"I know people. I have enough for the whole shift and some dates. We have the box. If people would be interested." Elizabeth stumbled.
Hermann looked at Severide, "Did you know about this?"
"News to me."
She looked at him, "I wasn't sure how to get the tickets out to people. Kelly could do it, or you guys. Either way. I just need someone to be responsible for making sure people who want to go have tickets. And some people can bring dates, if there are enough tickets."
She placed the tickets on the bar counter. Hermann and Otis looked at Severide who waved his hands, clearly begging off of any responsibility. Elizabeth hadn't thought Kelly would want to be involved but was glad to have that confirmed.
"So what does it mean that we have the box? What box?" Gabby asked.
"There will be food and drink, private room with a great view to watch the game."
Hermann and Otis' mouths dropped open. "Private box?"
"Yeah. Is that ok?"
"Hell yes! That is ok! That is great!" Otis could hardly contain himself, reaching out to grab Elizabeth in a hug, which Severide quickly got between them with a frown at Otis. Otis grimaced and stepped back, offering his hand instead. "Thank you! We'll let everyone know right away."
Kelly took Elizabeth's hand and motioned to the door. "We gotta go. More stops to make before we get home."
"You guys gonna come by tonight? Everyone would love to see you."
"Um, no. We've got plans already."
"Next time though, ok?" Elizabeth joined in.
Kelly pushed them through the door and opened the door for her. "Now where to, my lady."
"Fish market. Farmer's Market. Store. Home. In that order."
"Yes, m'am."
Elizabeth stretched her arms in front of her and opened her eyes to the TV screen showing the White Sox baseball game. "I fell asleep," she sighed, her head resting on Kelly's hard muscled thigh.
"Yeah, you did baby," his arm rested on the length of her body, his other holding a beer.
She sat up and took the beer, frowning at the warm brew. "It's warm. Yuck."
"I didn't want to wake you."
"That is so sweet. You'll drink warm beer for me," she grinned. She stood and picked up both beer bottles and headed to the kitchen.
Returning with an ice cold beer for him and a crystal glass of whiskey, water, and ice for her, she carefully straddled his seated thighs, facing him.
"What do you want to do now?" she asked. "Watch the game?"
"What game?" he laughed, taking a long draw off the long neck and running his hand along her back. Her short dress was hiked up high on her tanned thighs, and after leaning over to put his beer on the table, he began running his calloused rough thumb along the outer skin of her leg, dipping low under her knee caressing her soft skin.
"You wanna make out?" she wiggled suggestively.
"Make out? Seriously?" Kelly chuckled.
"Yeah, you know like high school… kissing, a little petting, no other goal in mind… Paradise by the Dashboard lights?"
"He's talking about home runs."
"Play your cards right, maybe you can get to second base, Lieutenant," she whispered against his neck, her tongue stretching out to follow her breath.
"Hmm," he groaned. "Another cold shower tonight."
"But fun in the meantime, right?"
"Definitely," he sighed as his lips brushed against hers, tasting the watered whiskey on her breath.
Their kiss was long and slow, mapping the smooth texture of their open mouths, tongues colliding and stroking without urgency, but with a palpable need. His hands slid under her dress lifting her ass against him, slowly grinding her down on his engorged cock, encouraging her to ride him through their clothes.
Her fingers traced the muscles of his thick arms, feeling the hardness that rested under his t-shirt, each muscle perfectly sculpted. As a doctor she could identify every defined muscle on his arms, shoulders, and clavicle. Her hands slid down his chest feeling his stiff nipples, her nails scraping across them, eliciting a groan. She felt the grooves along his impressive abs, carved as if from granite. She lifted the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it upwards and breaking their kiss just long enough to pull it almost over his head, but stopping, capturing his arms up and covering his eyes but leaving his mouth open and needy.
She teased his mouth, coming in for a kiss and pulling back, playing with him, until she finally released him with another slow deep kiss, tossing his shirt to the back of the couch. His hands slid up her silky dress, cupping her swollen breasts, filling his hands. His fingers tweaked her nipples through her lacy bra.
She groaned and arched into him, pressing against him. One hand dropped to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly. "Let me…" he growled.
She shook her head, "Uh, unh. That's way past second base, L. T." she sighed as a finger slid along the elastic of her panties. She pushed her hands against his chest, breaking their kiss and putting some space between them.
"I just want to feel your skin, Elizabeth. It's so soft."
"You will. I want that too. But we have company arriving soon, and we agreed we would wait. If I'm sitting here nearly naked," she kissed him again, harder than before, "then we won't wait. Neither of us is known for our self-control."
"I think I should get a medal for mine right now."
She chuckled softly. "Your patience has been profound, and has lasted far longer than I would have thought possible."
"Liz?!" a male voice called out through the open front door. Elizabeth laughed, kissed Kelly one more time, and climbed away, straightening her dress as she rose. Severide groaned and banged his head against the back of the couch. Their company had arrived. Just in the nick of time.
"Yeah! Coming," she yelled, tossing Kelly his t-shirt. From the back of the couch, she leaned over his head resting there, and kissed him upside down, ruffling his hair before leaving him to get dressed again.
"Ah, margaritas are here!" she laughed as Erin started unloading the lime juice and tequila. Jay was already pulling the blender out from under the counter. Elizabeth went to the butler's pantry and grabbed four green margarita glasses and brought them to the counter.
"You ok with blended?" Erin asked, looking up at Elizabeth, taking in her 'just fucked' hair and raised an eyebrow. "Were we interrupting something?"
"Nah" Elizabeth answered, while Kelly said "Yes," at the same time. He stretched his t-shirt a little longer, hoping to hide his prodigious denim covered hard on.
Erin smirked at his obvious discomfort. "Sorry we didn't knock. Jay didn't seem to think it necessary."
"He never knocks."
"Never have any reason to. It's not like you ever have company." He paused, "Until now."
"You just like the idea of interrupting, Jay," she teased, pulling the guacamole she had made earlier out of the fridge and putting it on the bar along with chips.
Kelly grabbed another beer from the fridge and twisted the cap off, tossing it into the trash. "Can I help?"
"You any good with a knife?"
"I have very agile fingers, lover," he snarled into her hair as he grabbed her from behind.
She lightly elbowed him in the ribs, twisting out of his arms and dancing over to the cutting board and knives. She placed the tomatoes and cabbage on the board and motioned for him to get started.
Elizabeth pulled the marinating scallops from the fridge and lifted the heavy cast iron pan from below the stove. She flipped on the heat, planning to sear the scallops for their tacos.
Erin blended the margaritas with her secret ingredient, Midori, and lightly salted the rims of the glasses. She passed out the full drinks and watched everyone smiling and laughing over the rim of hers.
"Is this weird?" Erin asked suddenly.
Kelly and Elizabeth just looked at her surprised, Jay asked "What?"
"We've all slept together. Isn't that weird?"
Elizabeth laughed suddenly, snorting her drink up her nose, causing a brain freeze. "Kelly, Jay, when you guys had sex, was I not invited? I am disappointed."
Erin rolled her eyes, as they guys chuckled. "And Erin, I'm pretty sure if I had slept with you, I would have remembered it."
"It just seems, odd, to be friends with ex-lovers, that's all."
"Jay and I have been friends for decades."
"I know. But you two hardly act like your exes though. Half the time when you are together, it's hard to tell who is whose boyfriend. Like today at the River."
Jay and Elizabeth looked at each other and Jay shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you Erin. I love Elizabeth. I'm not in love with her."
"I look at it this way, Erin. Love is not something like pie, where after you cut it 8 ways, and eat it there is nothing left. It's more like pi, 3.14159 and on and on to infinity. We have an infinite capacity to love, in every way possible. And the more we use, and give it away, the more there is. I can love Jay as my best friend. I can love you as the woman he loves," Jay's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had not told Erin he loved her. Yet. "Whether he is apparently willing to admit it or not. I can love Kelly for the man that he is, and how he makes me feel."
Kelly pulled Elizabeth to him and kissed her slow and deep, "Thank you," his whispered.
"It doesn't bother you that Kelly and I have slept together?" Erin asked surprised. She had already seen the jealous tension that surrounded Elizabeth and Kelly.
"No. I envy your sexy rasp. Your oh-so-cute dimples. That you carry a gun like a bad ass. But jealous about having slept with Kelly? Nope. You are consumed with Jay now. You are not one of the women who behave badly."
"Glad to have escaped that title."
Elizabeth laughed, "I'm not jealous of these other women, despite what you may think you've seen Erin. I'm disgusted that they throw themselves in his path constantly. That they feel they have a right to touch what isn't theirs. But jealous? I have so much more to offer than any of them. If Kelly was to throw me over for one of them, it would be his loss and they can have him. He would not be worthy. But I don't think that will happen."
"Two steps forward," Kelly exclaimed. He was always telling her that it was two steps forward, one step back in their relationship.
She snapped at him with her jaws, and smiled. "Dinner is served."
"Smells good. Let's eat outside," Jay suggested, eager for a change of topic.
Each plate had a taco tray on it, and everyone assembled their tacos and Jay led the way to the back porch, overlooking the beach.
The conversation stayed light and careful as they watched the sun set off to the left of the house. The sun reflected off the still water like glass. After a couple of pitchers of margaritas, a solid buzz kept things casual and fun. They each privately thought things had gotten too deep, too fast tonight. No one wanted to interrupt the good times evening that lay in front of them.
The sun had set and plates were cleared. "What now?" Elizabeth asked. "Movie? Pool?"
"Jay says you have an awesome movie set up. What kind of movies do you have?"
"Well, you won't find any chick flicks. And no tear jerkers. But lots of action, adventure, some classics, film noir, old stuff."
"So let's go check it out," Erin stood and started clearing the table.
After all the dishes had been brought in, Elizabeth suggested that Erin and Jay go look at movies and pick a few to choose from, while she and Kelly cleaned up.
"So you really aren't bothered by Erin and me being together before?" Kelly asked curiously.
"Would you consider what you guys had 'being together'? Was it a relationship? Or something else?"
"It was a few times. Nothing serious."
"Then no, not really bothered. I see you with her, and I get no hits that there is anything else there. If I was going to worry about every woman you've been with, I'd have to worry about all of Chicago."
"I think that is overblown, Elizabeth," Kelly answered, a warning in his voice.
Elizabeth shrugged and stated, with finality. "I'm not worried."
He looked at her, taking in the clarity in her eyes, the strength in her shoulders, the pride she held dear. He nodded, agreeing with her. "Good."
"How about Sharknado?" Jay came in laughing.
"Seriously? Of all the thousand movies in there, you want to watch Sharknado?" Elizabeth grinned.
"Hey YOU own it."
"It's a classic. So bad it's great."
"So let's make it a drinking movie," Erin suggested.
"Like what? For every shark that appears, we take a shot? We'd be blotto in half an hour."
"No for every scientific absurdity, we take a drink. Not shots, just drinks. Margarita, beer, whatever."
"That's only somewhat less alcohol poisoning inducing. But ok. We're almost done here," she put the last of the plates in the dishwasher.
Kelly grabbed a couple of beers and what was left of the pitcher of margaritas and carried them into the TV room. Jay already had the movie loaded and paused at the beginning. Erin and Jay had turned one of the couches to face the TV screen and were laying on the sofa, with pillows and a couple of blankets. Elizabeth followed Kelly with an enormous bowl of popcorn and sat beside him on the sofa they had their make out session on earlier.
The sound system surrounded them and as the rain started on the movie, it sounded like it was inside the room with them. "Wow!" Erin exclaimed.
"Pretty great huh? When there is a party here, Liz has the theater chairs out and everyone can sit in here and watch."
"When do you have parties here?"
Elizabeth grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn and fed them to Kelly, letting his tongue lick the salt off her fingers. "Usually just Christmas and Fourth of July. Christmas is mostly family and close friends. July 4th… it's a crazy party with boats on the lake and people camping everywhere."
"That sounds fun!"
"Maybe this year, you can come. Jay always does."
"We'll plan on it," he took Erin's hand and kissed it, communicating his intent.
The two couples drank and argued the merits of the various scientific absurdities, missing the worthless dialogue but loving the crazy action. The movie finally ended, prepping audiences for Sharknado 2, and all four of them were pretty drunk, and having a great time.
"Let's play some pool!" Jay suggested.
"Oh, Jay. I'm wiped out. I wanna go to bed," Elizabeth complained.
"Nonsense, it's only midnight. You can't crash this early. Come on, one game."
"What are the stakes?"
"Money?" Erin asked.
Elizabeth shook her head. "Not taking your money."
"Ah! You think you can beat me?"
"I'm pretty good," Elizabeth shrugged.
"Let's play strip pool," Jay suggested.
"You can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm completely serious." His eyes raked over Elizabeth and started laughing. "I'm thinking that you have all of three items of clothes on, five if you count your shoes. Erin has about the same. It's a win. We play guys against girls."
"Jay, you've seen me play. You know I can whoop your ass."
"I'm counting on Severide to even the odds."
Erin motioned for Elizabeth to join her over in the corner of the pool room, where they now stood. "I'm a really good player. Jay doesn't know that," Erin whispered in Elizabeth's ear.
Elizabeth sat back and assessed the young woman, and turned back to look at the two guys looking all cocky and hot, so sure they would win this.
"You better be Lindsay. I don't like to lose."
"Ok," Elizabeth stalked back to the guys, pulling her personal cue stick off the wall while Kelly racked the balls. "8 ball. For each ball the playing team gets in, the other team takes off a piece of clothing. Shoes are included. Blankets can be used for cover. A scratch gets one piece of clothing per person back."
The guys nodded and Erin smirked. She better be as good as she thinks she is. "We do a coin toss for who breaks."
"Heads," Kelly called.
Elizabeth went to the bar on the side of the room and pulled out a half dollar, setting it edge up on the counter and spinning it.
"Tails. It's our break." Elizabeth pointed her stick at Erin, indicating for her to take the break. Erin edged up to the short end of the table, setting the cue ball in place and striking it hard and quick, a deceptively strong stroke, spreading the balls across the table and having two solids go into pockets.
"I guess we are solids, and we'll take two pieces of clothing, boys." Elizabeth drawled. The guys were already without shoes and socks, which fortunately she and Erin still had on. Kelly smirked and pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the back of the room. Elizabeth licked her lips, taking in his exposed abs and hard chest. Jay chuckled and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, making a show of his stripping. Both men stood bare chested and proud, enjoying the ogling the girls were doing.
"Erin, your still up," Elizabeth refocused the younger woman.
Erin shook her head to clear it, and laid up another shot, banked against another, knocking two more solids into the net. "Damn," the men swore.
Jay slowly undid his belt and slipped it through the loops of his jeans, tossing it to the ground. Kelly chewed his lower lip and started to undo the button on the top of his jeans. Elizabeth gasped, "How about the St. Florian first?"
"What? You scared Liz?" Kelly growled.
She swallowed hard, and shrugged her head, indicating 'go for it' if that's what you want.
He laughed and pulled the medal from around his neck and laid it carefully on the bar beside the half dollar.
Erin took another shot but no balls went it this time. It was their turn. Jay and Kelly had a whispered, urgent conversation, and they decided Kelly was first up to take the shot.
Elizabeth sidled up to the table, standing close to Kelly, knowing that her nearness would affect his game. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Kelly…" he lifted he face away from the shot he was lining up and she reached down and kissed him, open mouth and hard.
He pulled away, licking his lips and took a deep breath. "You're cheating, Liz."
"Hey, I'm just trying to keep my clothes on, for a more private audience."
"Noted. Now step away, please," he begged.
She slipped backwards, away from the table, ignoring Jay's complaints about trying to sway the outcome.
Kelly put one stripe in the side pocket. Elizabeth groaned and leaned her cue stick up against the wall. Erin was giggling and pulled off her belt and tossed it into the beginning pile. Elizabeth reached up under her dress, wiggling to keep her dress down and still pull her bra off. She managed, only exposing a few flashes of panties. Her white lace bra joined the t-shirts and belts on the floor.
Severide couldn't take his eyes off of her while he tried to line up his next shot. Jay yelled at him, "Focus man."
Kelly scratched his head in frustration, but couldn't take his eyes off Elizabeth running her hands over her now freed breasts, stretching the silk material tight across her chest, so much that he could see her darkened nipples. "God, you're killing me Liz."
"You aren't a good candidate to die from lust, Sweetride."
"I think I just might be now."
"Your shot, baby. Take it," she suggested as she tweaked a hardened nipple through her clothing.
Kelly took a deep draw off his chilled beer and inhaled deeply, lining up his next shot. He hit the ball too close to the edge and scratched.
Elizabeth laughed and Erin giggled, both of them leaning in to retrieve their clothing. Elizabeth didn't want to deal with trying to get her bra back on, but she held onto it for use later.
"My shot, boys."
This time it was Jay's turn to groan. He knew they may very well have lost already and the game was just getting interesting.
Elizabeth approached the table like she owned it, which she did of course, but she'd been playing pool, or billiards, or snooker since she was old enough to lean over the table. She just simply didn't lose unless she wanted to. And she had to admit, it was so easy to wind him up.
Elizabeth made a bank shot, knocking a solid in one pocket and a second solid into a different pocket after bouncing off the original. Six solids in, one more to go and then to the eight ball. She decided she wanted this game to go on a bit longer, so she tossed the game, but left no shot for Jay.
She smirked, as Jay whined about "being hooked" by her.
"What does that mean?" Erin asked.
"She played and left no shot for me. She set it up that way."
Jay knocked the balls around, leaving the eight ball hanging on the pocket. A hard breath would knock it right in, before they were ready.
Elizabeth nodded to Erin, who had also seen the immediate danger and was assessing other options. Elizabeth could see her mind at work, pulling a strategy and disregarding it as she walked around the table. She hoped that she was as quick thinking when she was backing up Jay.
Erin sidled up to the table, placing her cue down and taking aim at a long shot. She shot and missed, knocking the balls around once again, but far enough away from the eight to still be safe.
Kelly was up and leaned in, shooting an easy stripe in and catching another on the cue rebound. Jay shouted and the two men high fived much to the women's chagrin.
Elizabeth tossed her bra back into the pile and slipped under her dress and slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them slowly over her high heels. Erin laughed and just yanked off her t-shirt and tossed it into the pile. She knew she had a lot more clothing to spare than Elizabeth did.
Kelly walked over to Elizabeth, standing right up against her, feeling the heat from her body pouring off and surrounding him. He leaned in and breathed in her scent, slightly muskier than usual with her arousal.
Lightly running his hands along her body, feeling her nakedness under the silk dress, he growled in her ear, "Are you wet? I can smell you."
She turned her mouth against his throat, whispering back to him, "I'm going to go up in flames here Lieutenant. This is a very dangerous game you are playing. You really want me naked in front of Jay and Erin?" she wondered.
He choked against her, "No. That is only for me. Not to be shared. Not ever."
"Then you better play like you mean that, baby. Cause after this, there isn't anything left."
He kissed her longingly and slowly returned to the table. He lined up his shot and just before hitting the cue ball, his stick jammed into the green, causing him to miss the shot. Jay swore and hit his back. "Man, I can't believe you did that!"
"Hey, sorry bro. Shit happens."
"I think some undue influence has been used here."
"Oh, I assure you Halstead, the influence is completely due," Kelly grinned as his friend's frustration.
Elizabeth walked the table, assessing the different shots. Her solid was lined up between two stripes and it would be a tough shot. She lined it up, popping the cue ball up and over the stripes, knocking it into a side pocket.
The two men groaned and started pulling the top button of their jeans, slowly stripping them off leaving them standing there in their underwear, both quite impressively aroused. Kelly wore solid black boxer briefs while Jay had on plaid boxers.
Erin walked over to Jay and ran her hands over his bare chest, fingers slipping under the elastic of his boxers. Kelly just leaned back on the bar, dangling his beer in hand, showing his gifts to all. He watched the lust glow in Elizabeth's eyes and drank a long sip of his beer, in a futile attempt to cool down.
Elizabeth broke eye contact with Kelly and returned her attention to the pool table. "Eight in the side pocket," she called it, pointing to the pocket with her stick.
She lined up behind the cue ball and made a short strike on the white ball, jerking the black eight ball into the pocket but causing the white one to stop suddenly.
"And we win it," Elizabeth said quietly. Erin was all over Jay, clearly they were not interested in the game anymore. Kelly smiled and lifted his medal over his head once again, while joining her hands with his. She led him up the stairs, leaving their clothes behind.
~M rating follows~
"Liz, I need to take a shower. A cold one, or I'll never get to sleep tonight," he growled against her neck as he held her against him.
"This is a problem, huh? You shower, but can I watch?" She had a small, shy smile.
"You want to watch me take a shower?" he asked, not following.
"No. What I want to do is to have you slam me up against the wall and fuck me silly. But what I will do is watch. And you can watch me."
Kelly gasped, all the air leaving his lungs in a rush. "Ok," he squeaked.
He turned the water on hot, and stripped naked, pulling his briefs over his engorged cock, precum leaking copiously. He was already so close, this was going to go fast.
Elizabeth sat on the marble vanity counter, leaning back, stroking her inner thigh, watching him soap himself.
He took his cock in his hand and slowly moved up and down his soap slickened rod, watching her watch him. "Touch yourself, Elizabeth."
She lifted her dress slightly, finger easing towards her pussy. "Show me how wet you are. Slide you finger around like it was my tongue. Show me what you want me to do to you."
Her head fell back as her as her finger slid along her wet slit. Her folds were bare and even from the shower he could see the glistening wetness against the pink skin. "Spread your legs for me. Lift your skirt up higher. Do it, Elizabeth." She couldn't ignore the trickle of arousal that went down her spine at his commands.
She shifted her dress up against her waist and spread her legs as he had ordered. "Wider!"
Elizabeth lifted her heels to the counter top and spread herself wider, exposing all of her to his view. She couldn't take her eyes off his, only to tear herself away to watch him stroke himself harder and faster.
Her fingers pushed inside her channel, pulsing at the same pace as his stroke in the shower. Her thumb teased and flicked her clit and she licked her lips, imagining him inside her. She added a third finger, fucking herself hard, just as she imagined he would, just as she wanted him to so badly.
Kelly groaned as she added the third finger. "Are you close, Liz? I want you to come with me, baby."
"Yes," she cried out as her release poured over her, surprising her with its power and suddenness. Her fingers moved faster and faster, trying to extend her orgasm. Kelly yelled for her to watch him, jerking her attention to him as he started to spurt against the shower glass. The faster his hands moved, the faster her fingers did the same, bringing a second wave over her, leaving her gasping for air.
She fell back against the huge mirror that spanned the wall, exhausted and limp. Kelly cleaned up the glass and turned the water off, carefully toweling off. Elizabeth raised her head up, starting to head to the sink. "Stop."
She turned back towards him. He stalked towards her, towel loosely wrapped low around his waist. "I want to taste you." He lifted her fingers to his lips and licked, then sucking one finger into his mouth, cleaning it, then the next and the next until she was breathless.
"That was the hottest sex I never had, Kelly Severide."
He chuckled, still holding her fingers to his lips. "I think to call that non-sex is to be a little disingenuous don't you think?"
"Big word, Lieutenant," she sighed as she brought her free hand to his chest, distracted once again by his beauty.
"Hey, I'm not just a pretty face."
She laughed, "True enough. Let's go to sleep. I'm exhausted."
"Think you can sleep tonight?"
"Like the dead."
"I told you we would get over your insomnia."
"It might kill me, but wow! What a way to go, Sweetride."
A/N: This chapter took FOREVER to write and I hope you found it worth the wait. More drama coming up. Reviews feed the muse. Leave one! Please!
