"So, when were you going to tell me that it's your birthday?"
Hank's eyes lifted from his desk to rest on Kate who was leaning casually against the doorway to his office, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. It was late and the two of them were burning the midnight oil, Kate to get some paperwork finished on a recent homicide case and Hank to file some urgent reports for Commander Fischer.
His gaze flicked to the clock on the wall.
12:02am. Officially his birthday.
Placing his pen down on the stack of papers in front of him, Hank leaned back in his chair and watched as she pushed away from the wood, his eyes transfixed on the seductive sway of her hips as she meandered towards him. Instead of taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite as he assumed she would, she passed his desk and placed her hand on the back of his chair, swivelling him towards her so that she could seat herself in his lap. Given they were the only two left in the bullpen, his arms immediately welcomed her, fingers of one hand hooking into the crease behind her knee whilst the other came to rest low on her back.
"Happy birthday babe."
With her arms around his shoulders, Kate pressed her lips to his before tracking hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Hank dropped his head back against the chair, eyes closing at the sensation of her lips and tongue teasing his skin.
"How'd you find out when my birthday was?"
Kate hummed, the vibrations sending a tingle down his spine that pooled in his groin, the denim already beginning to get uncomfortable thanks to her delicate ministrations.
"I have my sources."
Hank's palm slid underneath her shirt, enjoying the way Kate trembled as his fingertips danced over each vertebrae.
"Hmm. Is this my birthday gift?"
Kate placed a light kiss to his Adam's Apple before nipping the flesh with her teeth, hard enough to get his attention but not enough to leave a lasting mark.
"Depends on whether you were going to tell me or not."
Tilting his head forward to look at her, she simply raised a questioning eyebrow and waited for him to answer.
"When you get to my age, it's just another day."
Leaning in, Kate sealed her lips over his once more, her tongue laving his lower lip gently before pulling back just enough that her mouth ghosted against his when she spoke.
"Wrong answer."
With that, she shifted out of his grasp and got to her feet, throwing a wink over her shoulder and returning to the bullpen, leaving a baffled and semi-hard Hank in her wake. Shaking his head slightly with a bemused grin, he picked up the pen he'd discarded earlier and finished the last few lines of Fischer's bullshit report, signing his name with a few sharp swipes across the bottom of the page. Shuffling the papers into a manilla file, he tossed them into the top drawer of his desk and locked it before pushing to his feet, switching off the desk lamp and exiting his office.
"Seeing as it's my birthday, do I get to come home with you tonight?" He asked, an amused smirk settling on his lips as he watched her pull on her heavy winter coat.
Kate couldn't help but chuckle, picking her purse up from the floor and turning off her own desk lamp, bathing them both in a moonlight glow. Rounding the desk to stand in front of him, she reached up to cup his cheek, noting with satisfaction how his eyes closed at her touch.
"You can come home with me any night."
Dipping his head down, he pecked her once on the mouth before the two of them left the district, Hank getting into his SUV and Kate into her Jeep as they headed back to her apartment.
She woke early the next morning, the bedroom shrouded in darkness, winter sun yet to peek over the horizon. Hank was still asleep facing away from her, his body rising and falling gently with each breath. Closing the space between them, Kate pressed her naked chest to his back, wrapping one around around his body, running her palm from his chest, down to his stomach and back again as she peppered open-mouthed kisses to his shoulder. He remained still but, from her vantage point, Kate could see a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth and she knew then that he was awake.
"Morning birthday boy." She whispered into his ear, her fingertips tracing up and down the centre of his stomach, following the line of soft hair. With one final kiss on his shoulder blade, Kate rolled out of bed and pulled on her underwear, plucking Hank's discarded shirt from the floor and slipping her arms into the soft fabric.
"Where're you goin'?"
Hank had rolled onto his back, the sheets slipping down to pool at his waist as he propped himself up against the pillows. Kate grinned at his drowsy expression, eyes still bleary as he watched her button two holes to hold the shirt closed. Moving to his side of the bed, Kate placed her palms on either side of his head and leaned down to kiss him softly.
"To make breakfast."
When she pulled away, Hank made a point of looking right down the open shirt, eyes fixed on her bare breasts until she straightened back up with a roll of her eyes and headed towards the kitchen. She just caught a grumbled 'tease' as she crossed the threshold, a smirk sliding on to her face as she moved out into the open-plan kitchen and living room area.
Kate had learned early on that Hank wasn't a huge fan of breakfast as a general rule. The years spent on the job meant that breakfast was usually a rushed affair of coffee and, if he was lucky, a piece of toast before haring out of the door to a crime scene or the precinct. When he wasn't on the clock, Kate had recently discovered that he enjoyed a simple plate of eggs and bacon or blueberry pancakes so, to cover all bases, she made him both.
Piling her hair on her head into a messy bun, Kate fired up the stove and cracked a few eggs into a pan, calling out to her home virtual assistant to play a random mellow playlist, humming along absentmindedly as the music floated through the room.
She was so busy trying to balance three sizzling and spitting pans that she hadn't heard Hank enter the kitchen behind her. When his bare arms wrapped around her waist and his face nuzzled her neck, she nearly dropped the pan of bacon on the floor.
"Jesus Hank!"
He merely chuckled at her reaction, his hands wandering over the fabric of his shirt before sliding down, past the hem to stroke the naked flesh of her thighs. Given that Kate wasn't that much shorter than him, Hank was thrilled to notice that the shirt did little cover her modesty.
Repaying her earlier favour, Hank began to scatter searing kisses across her neck, both his tongue and his teeth getting in on the action as his hands abandoned their journey south and, instead, headed north to slip the little pearl buttons through their corresponding holes, opening the shirt to his inquisitive hands.
"This is going to be ruined."
Despite her protests, her head fell back against his shoulder when his palms tracked up her lean stomach to cup both breasts in his hands, fingers pinching her nipples into hard peaks. He momentarily pulled his hands away to flick the stove off, the flames under each of the pans extinguishing immediately. Kate turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, the fire between them still burning hot even without the additional heat from the hobs behind them.
Reaching down, Hank grasped the back of Kate's thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips, walking them a few steps to the right and placing her down on an empty patch of counter. Within a few minutes, he had pushed the suddenly offensive shirt from Kate's shoulders, relieved her of her underwear and pushed his boxers down to mid-thigh, his aching shaft bobbing between them.
Without missing a beat, Kate reached down between them and guided him inside her, their mutual moans of satisfaction muffled as he pressed deep. Fingers clawed, teeth clashed and tongues battled as they found a steady rhythm, sweat already beginning to bead on their foreheads with exertion. Dropping a hand to her centre, Hank drew slow circles around her nub with the pad of his thumb, groaning as her inner muscles clenched around him in response. Before she was able to reach that blissful peak, he pulled out swiftly and tugged her off the counter, spinning her around and pushing her chest down onto the marble surface with a hand between her shoulder blades.
Resting his weight on her back, he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck, breath fanning over her flushed skin.
"I can't seem to keep my hands off you."
Kate's response died on her tongue when he abruptly re-entered her from behind, plunging in and out with firm, deep thrusts. Hank's hands gripped her bare hips in a bruising hold, fingertips sinking into her flesh, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the kitchen.
"You going to come for me?"
His grunted question had Kate squirming in his arms, her penchant of having him talk dirty shifting her arousal into overdrive.
"God, yes. I'm s-so close."
A few strokes of his fingertips over Kate's swollen clit was enough to have her catapulting over the edge, stars flashing behind her eyelids as the muscles in her legs trembled violently. Hank was right behind her, withdrawing from her warm body to paint ribbons of release over her lower back, a long, gravelly moan tearing from his throat.
For a second, Kate was sure that the only thing holding her up was Hank's strong hands on her hips. Still breathing heavy, Hank leaned over and snagged a dish towel, gently swiping the evidence of his climax from her skin before pulling her backwards into his body, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to the patch of skin behind her ear.
"Best gift ever." He muttered into her ear, drawing a chuckle from Kate as she turned in his arms, smoothing her palms across his broad chest.
"I think you've been hard done by."
Pecking him on the lips, she located his discarded shirt and, for the second time in the space of an hour, pulled the cloth over her body before moving into the living room to rifle through the cabinet near the sofa. When she returned, she was holding a bottle in her hand with a bright blue bow stuck to the top.
"Happy birthday Hank."
His eyes darted from the bottle to her face and back again, eventually reaching out to take the gift from her hands with an odd look on his face.
"How did you know?"
She had bought him a bottle of The Macallan single malt scotch based on her step-father's reliable intel that it was one of the finest bottles going. At nearly $300 a bottle, Kate would hope it was!
"How did I know what?"
"That this was my favourite scotch." Kate simply shrugged, ever grateful that Ted's expensive tastes had come in useful. "Lucky guess I suppose."
Hank hummed in the back of his throat, pulling her close so that he could thank her properly.
"I lied earlier." He muttered when he eventually pulled away, tracing his thumb over her lower lip slowly.
"Oh really?"
"Hmm. I think you're my favourite birthday gift."
