Warmth.
Drifting in between sleep and wakefulness, Kate vaguely wondered if she had left the thermostat on full before going to bed as she clutched the sheet tighter around her body, burrowing her face deeper into the pillow and enjoying the last remnants of sleep before she was forced to join the land of the living.
It was in that moment that she realised the heat wasn't coming from the temperature of the room, but rather from the body that was pressed tightly behind her, an arm wrapped firmly around her waist holding her in place.
Then the memories came flooding back.
Her back hitting the cool wood of her front door as he braced his hands on either side of her head, mapping a path along her jaw and down one side of her neck with his lips. Her hands sliding up under his jacket, pushing the fabric from his shoulders as impatient fingers grappled with the tiny buttons of his shirt. Her nails scratching vivid red marks in the skin of his back, eliciting a deep groan as he moved inside her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His fingertips digging into the flesh of her waist as she sat astride him, his hips bracketed by her thighs as his brown eyes watched her intently, mouth whispering words of encouragement.
Her eyes popped open, listening to the telltale sounds of somebody breathing steadily behind her.
'Oh fuck.'
She tried to turn over and face the other occupant in her bed but, as soon as she began to move, his grip on her waist tightened and he let out a low groan, nuzzling his face closer into the crook of her neck as his lips subconsciously pressed to the sensitive skin.
The subtle change in his breathing told her that he was awake, yet still he remained like a second skin, refusing to put any space between their bodies. A smile slipped onto Kate's face as he slowly covered her back, neck and shoulder with soft kisses, taking his time to ensure no patch of skin was left untouched.
"Morning." She muttered, interlacing her fingers with his as he continued his ministrations. He eventually pulled away and used their joined hands to roll her towards him, their eyes finally meeting. He looked half awake as he propped himself up on one elbow, eyes bleary and cropped hair sticking out at odd angles; Kate thought he looked adorable.
"Good morning."
In that second, all thoughts of Hank Voight being labelled as 'adorable' were immediately abandoned as his greeting sent a fission of lust down her spine. She was sure that his voice in the morning was the second best thing she'd ever heard in her life…surpassed only by how he sounded when he was in the throes of passion. Now she knew what both of those things sounded like, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to listen to him bark orders at work in the same way ever again.
Separating their joined fingers, she traced her hand slowly across the warm skin of his forearm, thoroughly enjoying how the coarse hairs tickled her palm as she continued her path upwards, over his well-muscled tricep and shoulder until she eventually cupped the back of his head, tugging him down for an unhurried but passionate kiss.
"So, last night definitely happened, huh?" Kate muttered once they separated, her lips a hair's breadth from his.
"Mmm-hmm."
Hank dipped his head to run his mouth along her jawline, stopping to press a kiss to the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear before tracing his tongue down the column of her throat. Shifting his weight so that his elbows were braced on either side of her head, Hank settled his body comfortably in cradle her thighs provided, her hips instinctively tilting to accommodate him.
Kate's tongue darted out to trace his lower lip and he immediately granted her access, groaning low in his throat as they relished in the taste of one another. As her fingernails scratched his back lightly, she distantly wondered if the marks she had left there the night before were still visible, the thought of branding such a powerful man driving her hips from the mattress as she desperately sought some much needed contact.
She could feel him, hot and hard at the juncture of her thighs but, judging by the cocky smirk on his face, he was purposely keeping himself just out of her reach.
'Fucking tease.'
Running her fingers down his chest, she scraped her nails over the flat discs of his nipples, drawing a guttural groan from Hank as he tore his lips away from hers, gazing down at her with fire burning in his eyes.
Reaching over into the beside table, Hank rummaged around inside until his fingers finally found the square foil packet he was looking for. Tearing it open with his teeth, he held the latex out to her with a raised eyebrow and an irresistible boyish grin. Taking the proffered sheath with a smile and a roll of her eyes, she reached down and smoothed the protective barrier from tip to base, noticing how his stomach muscles quivered slightly at her touch.
As soon as her fingers left his body, he resealed his lips over hers and dropped his own hand to where they were almost joined, sliding two digits through her folds to coat them in her arousal before pushing them gently inside. Kate's back arched from the bed, her lips tearing from his as she let out a moan, her walls fluttering at the intrusion.
"Jesus Hank…"
His questing lips nipped and sucked at the soft skin of her throat, being careful not to leave a mark that she would have to explain later as he pumped his fingers rhythmically. But Kate soon became impatient, her fingers clawing as she tried to pull his body closer, needing more.
"What do you want, sweetheart?"
He was being deliberately obtuse and he knew it. She was soaking wet and writhing beneath him. He knew exactly what she wanted but the sadistic prick inside of him wanted to hear her say it.
And Kate had no problem asking.
"I want you inside of me."
He hummed in response, withdrawing his fingers and tracing the now slick digits slowly around her nub, using just enough pressure to tease but never enough to give her the relief she needed.
Just as she was about to run out of patience, he took himself in hand and notched the head of his throbbing shaft at her opening, pausing for just a second before driving home in one firm thrust. Kate clenched her thighs around his waist and held him tight for a moment, keeping him rooted deep inside of her to allow her body a few seconds to adjust. While he waited, he entertained himself by lavishing her neck, collarbone and sternum with open-mouthed kisses, humming in pleasure.
After a few exquisitely torturous seconds of stillness, Kate began winding her hips in a circular motion, encouraging him to move. Burying his face in her neck, Hank inhaled the sweet scent of her skin and began to thrust, drawing himself out until he almost left the warmth of her body before plunging back in.
"God, you feel so good." The words were grunted roughly into the space where her neck met her shoulder as he set a steady pace, one hand dropping back down between their joined bodies to find her bundle of nerves, using his thumb to apply the perfect amount of pressure.
Kate was balancing on the precipice, dangerously close to flying over the edge but, before she could cross over into bliss, Hank reduced the speed of his talented fingers and the pace of his thrusts, a smug grin on his handsome face. Growling in irritation, Kate raked her nails down his firm chest once again, leaning up to suck the lobe of his ear into her mouth, nipping on the skin none too gently before she soothed the sting with her tongue. As she released the abused flesh from her mouth, she whispered in his ear.
"Don't make me beg, Henry."
She wasn't sure if it was the thought of her begging or the use of his proper given name, but the result was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Hank's hips paused for a half-second before they resumed their movement, this time at double the speed as he pounded almost brutally into her body. His lips sought hers in a desperate kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her willing mouth as he took exactly what he needed from her.
Kate wrapped one hand around his now damp back and clutched his flexed bicep with the other, revelling in the feel of his body moving over and inside of her. The angle was perfect, the head of his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside her and his groin nudging her nub deliciously with each downward stroke. It didn't take much longer for her to fly over the edge, his name tearing from her throat as her inner walls clamped down on him. The sound of his name falling from her lips combined with the sensation of her clenching around his aching shaft was enough to have him spilling inside of her, grunting as he slowed his thrusts to an eventual stop.
As the passionate blaze died down to smouldering embers, Hank pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, dropping his sweaty forehead down to hers as the two of them luxuriated in the afterglow of incredible sex before he eventually withdrew from her body, dropping onto the mattress next to her and letting out a long breath in an effort to calm is racing heart.
Kate closed her eyes, her chest heaving as she slowly came back to herself. Feeling him shift beside her, she watched as he threw back the sheets and carefully removed the filled latex, disposing of it in the wastebasket next to the bed. With a wry grin, she admired the faint pink lines etched across his shoulder blades as he sat on the edge of the bed and she idly reached out to run her fingertips over one of the more prominent lines.
Before either of them could say another word, they were interrupted by Hank's phone vibrating on the bedside table. She dropped her hand back onto the mattress with a sigh and he sent her an apologetic look before answering with a gruff 'Voight'.
Assuming that the call was work related, Kate pushed the sheets down to the foot of the bed and made her way into the bathroom, smirking at the feel of Hank's heated gaze on her naked form as she passed him.
After a quick shower, Kate was stood in front of the mirror brushing her teeth when Hank appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a light kiss to obvious exit wound of a bullet on her upper back. He raised his eyes and caught her gaze in the reflection.
"Maybe one day you'll tell me the story of this, hmm?"
She hummed in response and he pulled away, turning the shower back on and disappearing behind the frosted glass. Kate finished cleaning her teeth and stepped back into her bedroom, getting dressed for the day before heading into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. When Hank ambled in 20 minutes later, Kate was busy placing two mugs of coffee on the kitchen table and plating up some eggs and toast. He had redressed in his clothes from the night before, this time minus the jacket and tie.
"Want some breakfast?"
He made his way to the table but didn't take a seat, instead he took one of the coffee cups and raised the hot ceramic to his lips, taking a sip.
"I better get going. We caught a case and I need to stop by my place and change first…" He sounded slightly guilty but Kate merely waved him off, propping her hip against the kitchen island and bracing her own cup between both palms. He took a few steps towards her, stopping just as her knuckles brushed his sternum and she was immediately transported back to the moment they shared in the Intelligence kitchen after the undercover assignment.
"We'll talk about this later though, okay? Dinner at my place tonight?"
Kate nodded, the corner of her mouth ticking upwards into a small smile.
"Yeah, sounds good."
He took the coffee cup from her hand and placed it down on a nearby surface with a clunk, stepping fully into her space and slanting his lips over hers, thoroughly enjoying the noises of pleasure he drew from her.
They were once again interrupted by his phone and they reluctantly pulled apart. Planting one last firm kiss on her lips and a muttered "I gotta go", he downed the rest of his rapidly cooling coffee and moved towards the door to put on his coat. Just as he was about to unlock the deadbolt on her door, she called out to him and he turned back to face her.
"This wasn't just a one time thing, was it?"
He paused for a beat before a gentle smile tugged at his lips.
"I fucking hope not."
With a sexy wink, he swung the heavy door open and exited her apartment, shutting it behind him with a dull thud.
Closing her eyes, Kate basked in the few moments of silence before she followed suit, heading back into her bedroom to grab her weapon and badge, both of which were in a locked safe in the back of her wardrobe. As though on cue, her phone began to ring and Kevin's caller ID flashed on the screen. Stepping into her boots, she answered the call with her usual greeting.
"Hey partner, what's up?"
"Yo, we caught a case. Garfield Park. You good to swing by and pick me up?"
"You got it, see you in 10."
Kate swiped her car keys and shrugged on her jacket as she left her warm apartment and stepped out into the Arctic wind that whipped around her face. Jogging to her car, she threw the door open and hopped in, immediately starting the engine and putting the heater on full to try and combat the biting chill. When she turned down North Francisco Avenue, she could see Kevin already waiting at the bottom of his porch steps. Rolling to a stop, he swung the passenger side door open and folded his huge frame into the cab with a familiar smile that she gratefully returned.
"Mornin' Kev. How you feeling?"
"Like I was hit over the head with a tyre iron." His grumbled response had her snorting in amusement.
"I hear that. Unfortunately for us, bad guys don't stay at home because we've got killer hangovers."
By the time they arrived, the rest of the unit were already surveying the crime scene. When Kate and Kevin joined them, Hank briefed them on the details of the case before assigning them their initial investigative tasks.
Kate made sure her eyes didn't linger on him for too long, not wanting the draw any attention to herself but, every time she did look at him, it resulted in a rather graphic flashback of the previous night and she subsequently had to force herself to remain impassive. But she knew things now. And Jesus Christ was it distracting.
'C'mon Kate, pull yourself together.'
Kate took real pride in her professionalism. Even when everything else was going to shit, that was the only thing that was constant. Right now, he was her direct supervisor and the unit leader. He absolutely was not the man who had bought her to an earth-shattering climax not two hours ago.
She needed to start compartmentalising Sergeant Voight and Hank so that she could continue being the effective cop she knew she was - and she needed to do it fast.
