A/N: Thanks for all the love and reviews. Massive smut alert and fluffiness just for you!

First date ...

After they finished paperwork that night they first kissed outside the warehouse, Hank didn't waste any time in asking Cali out to dinner. He told her he'd take her wherever she wanted.

They ended up across from each other in a booth at her favorite deep dish pizza place, Fuego's Pizzeria.

Hank stared at Cali's mouth and she cocked her head.

"Got something on my face?" she asked, raising her hand to her face.

He nodded and pointed at the side of his mouth.

She grabbed a napkin and started to hand it to him to wipe it off for her. He shook his head and refused to take it from her.

"I wanna lick it off, but I won't," he said with a smirk. She raised an eyebrow.

"Why don't you?" she saucily challenged him.

Hank leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"Because once I start, I won't stop there," he huskily suggested.

Cali blushed and furiously cleaned her face, all the while creaming her panties at the innuendo.

Her expression said it all so Hank threw down more than enough money to cover the bill and stood, looking down at her expectantly. She stood and he guided her out of the pizzeria, his hand at the small of her back.

Once on the sidewalk, their hands clasped and fingers intertwined, he pulled her close.

"Your place or mine?" he whispered in her ear.

"Mine. It's closer," she murmured.

The moment they were inside her apartment and the door closed, Cali was in his arms and Hank was pushing her against the nearest wall.

His mouth was on hers as his hands slid down her hips and under her thighs to lift her enough for him to edge between them to grind his growing erection against her core.

By now her panties were soaked through and she whimpered.

Hank nipped at her jaw before growling in her ear.

"You like that?" he asked. Cali clung to him and had trouble focusing as he rocked at the right angle, nearly bringing her to completion—and they still had all their clothes on.

"Yesss!" she moaned, trying to find purchase and half expecting him to lower her to her feet so she could show him to the bedroom.

Instead Hank proved he had upper body strength by sliding his hands under her arse and carrying her straight to her bedroom, having cased and assessed the apartment the moment he had entered.

The sheer movement of her body bouncing against his as he walked caused her to climax, and she squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure coarsed throughout her body. By the time Hank lowered her to the side of her bed, Cali was already blissed out.

He helped her out of her shirt before tearing his own off and swiftly unlacing his boots. She undid her bra and slung it across the room while he tugged at her jeans. She toed off her boots and he kicked them aside as he knelt between her knees and peered at her with a Cheshire grin.

"All for me?" he smugly asked as his fingers stroked her sopping panties.

"You know it is," she bit out, closing her eyes and arching her back, letting out a cry as he licked her inner thigh.

Hank chuckled as Cali squirmed. He finally released his hold on her and stood up so he could step out of his boots and jeans.

She mustered the energy to scoot to the center of the bed and pull off her panties. He gazed at her for a moment as she appraised him and the thick bulge in the front of his briefs. She saw the lust in his eyes and couldn't control the lust in her own, licking her lips at the sight of how predatory he looked.

Hank divested himself of his last article of clothing before crawling onto the bed and over her.

He nestled himself between her wet thighs, pausing to ask for consent again even as his throbbing cock was posed at her center.

"You sure about this?" Hank softly asked. Cali didn't trust herself to speak, merely nodding and wrapping her legs around his hips.

He plunged into her and easily bottomed out. Cali nearly orgasmed a second time simply from him being buried to the hilt—he hadn't even moved yet.

Hank grit his jaw at the fluttering and forced himself not to let go right then and there.

It had been a while. Hell, he hadn't been with anyone since Camille died. He was married to the job and was just fine with that—until Cali turned his world on its axis.

Seeing her underneath him writhing and hearing her moan for him was testing the tight rein on his control.

"Harder," Cali pleaded, her fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him. Hank instantly obeyed, pressing her into the mattress as the sounds of flesh slapping flesh grew louder.

She screamed as another climax ripped through her, her inner muscles clamping down on him and pulling his own climax from him. He grunted as he bucked his hips against hers, spilling himself inside her.

Hank collapsed on her, his face buried in her neck. Cali ghosted her hands across his back, thoroughly sated and feeling boneless.

Mindful of how heavy he must be, he slowly rolled off her and came to rest next to her, more relaxed than he felt he ought to be. He wasn't one to let his guard down, but something about her made him at ease.

"Wow," Cali commented, turning on her side to face him and nestling against him.

She hadn't had many lovers, but she was pretty sure that none had been that good. After one time with Hank, she was undoubtedly ruined for any other men.

Hank smiled at her and tried not to look too pleased with himself but miserably failed and she saw right through him.

"Now that we've confirmed that you're a sex god, am I good enough for you to stay tonight or do you need to return home to Olympus?" Cali cheekily asked him.

Hank laughed outright and pulled her to him.

"Sweetheart, you won't get rid of me that easily," he said, drawing her close and cuddling.

The next day at the station, Cali wondered if anyone on the team would notice the spring in her step or the giant smile she was trying to tamper down.

Hank had skipped out on breakfast, citing he needed to take care of some things and change clothes. But not before he had properly woken her by kissing his way down to her hoohah and successfully blissing her out. Again.

Adam tipped his head in acknowledgement as she entered the bullpen.

Jay came alongside her and nudged her shoulder with his.

"Where'd you go last night? We headed to Molly's to celebrate the capture and suddenly you were gone," he said. "I know Sarge dressed you down at the warehouse and made you do the lion's share of paperwork, but you know he's hard on everyone, right?"

Cali worked on schooling her features so Jay wouldn't suspect anything.

"Yeah, I know. I was just tired and thought I'd hit the hay early," she flippantly replied, trying not to glance toward Hank's office. The door was open and Hank was sitting at his desk watching her.

"Next time," she told Jay, bumping his shoulder back.