First days into the relationship ...
The first time they had sex in his office, Hank had never intended for it to ever happen there in the first place.
Cali had gotten into a shouting match with one of the patrolmen named Evans over an evidence botch, so when he had broken up the fight, he had ordered her upstairs while he soothed it over with the night sergeant.
She paced the bullpen floor and tried to talk to him once he appeared, but he strode right past her and into his office. She followed him.
He glared at her from his perch on the credenza, his arms crossed.
"Hank, I—" Cali started, but he interrupted her.
"You act like that ever again, you're outta my unit," Hank informed her. Cali swallowed and nodded.
"I will not have a member of my team berating another officer like you just did," he reprimanded her. "I don't care who screwed up! DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, sir," she said, hanging her head.
Hank was quiet for a minute as he eyed her.
"Shut the door," he instructed her. Thinking he meant she shut the door on her way out, Cali started to leave when Hank caught her.
He shut the door while backing her up against it. With a flick of the wrist, he shut the blinds, too.
"What happened with Evans?" Hank asked, his nearness overwhelming her senses. Cali shook her head.
"He should have bagged and tagged, and he didn't," she breathily answered, her brain trying to reconcile the signals she was receiving. "Rookie mistake, and it could cost us our case."
"And confronting him helps our case, how?" Hank gruffly asked, one hand on the door above her shoulder, leaning into her.
"It doesn't," Cali responded, licking her lips. That was all the invitation he needed.
She melted into him when his lips crashed down on hers.
By the time her hands rucked up his shirt, his hands had already urged her hips to his.
Hank seriously hadn't planned on making love to his girlfriend in his office of all places. It just happened.
Looking all forlorn at being reprimanded for her behavior, he couldn't help but want to cheer her up. Parts of him were already up so the rest of him decided to follow suit.
Holding Cali against him, he blindly walked them backwards until his legs hit his office chair. He sat down in it, pulling her into his lap.
"Hank," she murmured as she resituated her balance.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"We doing this?" she asked, her core squarely seated on his erection, and they were both already breathing hard.
"We can stop if you want," he honestly replied.
Cali had never wanted something so badly in her life.
How they had managed to keep the noise down that first time in his office and not alert anyone in the station, Cali would never know.
She had tried to remind herself to mute her cries as she rode him, but it had proven difficult.
Moving up and down on his thick shaft … the moans that escaped from her … his strong hands guiding her hips …
She only hoped she wouldn't blush if ever she was asked if she was OK later.
For his part, Hank never imagined he'd be having sex in his office chair.
But here he was, Cali straddling his hips, her hands gripping the back of the chair, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. Hard. Tight. Wet.
He could already feel sweat down his back as she flexed her inner muscles. He stifled a groan of his own … she felt so good …
"Cali," he ground out, knowing he was about to come.
"Yeesss," she hissed as she felt his balls tighten and pump his seed deep within her. She continued to ride him, savoring the friction against the bundle of nerves coursing pleasure throughout her own body.
When she was sated and couldn't move anymore, she slumped against him, her nose buried in his neck.
They stayed that way for several beats until they came back to themselves, remembering they were at work, not home.
Once detangled and dressed, Hank looked up at Cali with a smile he reserved only for her.
She knew in that very moment that she was a goner.
She'd been under his command only a matter of days really when they jumped headlong into their clandestine relationship.
While they had spent their first night together at her apartment, she ended up essentially moving into his house not long after.
It made more sense seeing how he was the stable and established one.
They didn't really talk about it; it simply transpired.
Her clothes slowly appeared in the closet and in the dresser. Her cosmetics and personal effects crowded his on the bathroom sink. Her laptop rested on the coffee table and her cell phone charger dangled from the living room outlet. Her favorite drink stocked the fridge along with her snack cheese. Her socks littered the floor.
Shortly after they were engaged, Hank stopped by her apartment complex and handed the manager enough cash to cover the remainder of the lease along with a little extra and loaded the last of her meager belongings into his SUV.
Cali had taken to sleeping in Hank's bed, even when he was on shift and she wasn't.
She was half asleep one night that first week when Hank climbed in beside her, pulling her close. It had been more than six years since he'd last had a warm body in his bed, and he discovered he missed it.
For Cali, sleeping with a man had never ranked high on her list. She had liked the sex part with the men she could count on one hand, but nightcaps with them never seemed like a good idea. Sharing a bed long term with someone other than her twin didn't appeal to her.
But there was something about Hank that changed her mind. He was different. This relationship was different.
Hank was in the basement when Cali came home after a frustrating day of chasing dead ends with Jay on one of their current cases.
She found him stuffing clothes into the washer, checking pockets and flipping shirts inside out. She sat down on the bottom of the stairs and watched in fascination. Her mom had always done the wash and taught her and sister to do it, so seeing a guy do it was a sight to behold.
Concentrating on the task at hand, Hank didn't even notice Cali until he shut the lid and pressed the start button. He turned and spotted her perched on one of the lower steps, her elbows resting on her knees, chin in hand, watching him.
He arched an eyebrow at her. She grinned.
"Nothing sexier than watching a scary badass cop be so domesticated," she commented.
"Hmmmm," he said, not moving, staring at her as the temperature in the basement seemingly rose about 10 degrees.
Next thing Cali knew, she was sitting atop the washer and their bodies were colliding as the washer rinsed and rumbled.
The couch was one of their favorite spots in the house. More often than not, it was where they landed after a long day on the beat.
Sometimes they relaxed and watched TV there. Sometimes, exhausted, they didn't make it upstairs and napped there until one would complain about how their neck had a crick and trudge one after the other upstairs. Sometimes they got distracted there.
One particular morning, Cali was curled up on the couch, catching up on emails on her laptop, when Hank settled in next to her. She didn't pay much attention to him.
That was until he made his move. What most people didn't know, Hank was quite the romantic under that gruff exterior.
He ran a hand up her leg and leaned into her, causing her to gasp as his lips kissed the skin under her ear as he spoke.
"Think your email can wait a little longer?" he asked.
"Nothing as pressing as this," she breathily replied, shutting the laptop closed and tossing it aside on the floor to welcome him into her arms.