The magnetism they shared was unbelievable. It constantly pulled them toward one another like an invisible tether.
They couldn't stop the thing between them no matter how much they tried.
Despite his ability to always be in control of his emotions, Hank knew the moment they met that he couldn't stop the sudden rush in his system that he felt when she was in the room.
Cali never would have considered herself the swooning type. But she couldn't stop the room from spinning a little when he was around; that was how strongly she felt about him.
Hank barely had their front door shut before shoving Cali up against the foyer wall.
His lips found hers in a bruising kiss. Her hands clutched the front of his jacket.
"You know that was a stupid thing you did," he reprimanded her as he tugged at her shirt hem. She smiled into the kiss.
"Not any more stupid than what you did," she retorted as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Hank hmmmm'd at her as he flicked open her jeans and slipped his hand inside her waistband. Cali let out a mewl when his fingers reached their destination.
They wasted no more time talking about the afternoon.
He growled at how wet she already was and hungrily kissed her again as he worked her into a bucking frenzy against his hand.
In retaliation, she furiously undid his belt buckle, then pushed at him to release her long enough to shimmy out of her jeans and panties. He mirrored her, pulling his own jeans open and freeing himself.
Hank crowded her space again, his lips on hers once more as he hoisted her up and edged between her thighs. Cali clung to him, wrapping her legs around him and urging him close.
He grunted as he entered her and she keened at the sensation. There was no doubt in either of their minds at that moment that they fit together perfectly, in more ways than one.
The only sound that echoed in the small space was their labored breaths.
Cali leaned her head back, her eyes screwed shut as the electricity between them sparked and radiated in her every pore. She felt every push and pull and reveled in it.
Hank nosed her neck, soaking in her scent. With every push and pull, thrust and grind, he felt the electricity between them grow hotter by the second, binding them together even more.
He had deeply loved and deeply mourned Camille, but Cali had awakened a part of him he didn't know existed. He knew he would take a bullet for her without even a second thought, it was as natural as breathing for him.
Cali whimpered and bucked, her blunt fingernails digging into his neck, as her climax washed over her. Hank let out another growl of satisfaction as he rode her through it, igniting another wave of frenzied passion within her.
Sweat trickled down his back as he teetered on the edge of his own climax. She writhed as he canted her hips just so he could drive into her harder at an angle he knew would send her over the edge again.
Cali screamed and Hank's vision whited out as he exploded within her.
Lazily sprawled on the living room couch together as darkness fell, Hank finally spoke.
"What possessed you to swing at Tanner?" he asked Cali. She lifted her head from its resting place on his shoulder to look him in the eye.
"What possessed you to taunt Becks?" she countered.
"I asked first," he stated as he gave her the classic Voight stare.
Cali matched his stare with a steely one of her own. Hank's jaw worked as neither answered the other for a moment.
"You do realize that Becks would have shot you if I hadn't distracted him by swinging at Tanner, right?" Cali finally conceded in submission to him.
Hank eyed her and said nothing, but lifted a hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead behind her ear. The idea that this woman would want to take a bullet for him floored him.
"You never cease to amaze me," he softly said.
His stunning revelation brought tears to her eyes.
"Hank, I …" she hedged, and he shook his head and interrupted.
"I don't deserve you, but I'm going to keep you as long as the fates allow," he said. "Even if it means putting myself in harm's way to protect you."
Cali snorted and pushed a hand against his chest as she sat up on the edge of the couch.
"I'm the one who doesn't deserve you," she muttered, looking away. The dim light from the street lamp glowed through the window blinds.
Hank grasped the hand on his chest and pulled on it to recapture her attention.
"Now you listen to me, Calista," he firmly said. "We both have lived a lifetime before we met, did things we chose to do, regretfully or not. We can't change the past. But we can decide our future, and I like mine because you're in it. I will do what it takes to keep you in it. And I suspect you're going to do the same for me."
The tears welled again and Cali sniffed, wiping her eyes with her free hand. She loathed crying.
"Are you trying to make me a basket case? Because one emotionally damaged twin is enough. I don't think there needs to be two," she accused him, no real bite to her words. Hank laughed as he tugged her to him.
Cali yielded and collapsed against his side once more, burying her face in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight.