AN: Hi. So... there is an extended sex scene in this chapter. It was either that or add in another section from the upcoming chapter early because it would feel like too short a filler chapter but that section made no sense timing wise to add to what is happening here and... I love these two showing the love they can't even articulate out loud yet? If you are not old enough to view this content, don't.

The scene will be outlined with two horizontal lines. You can skip the more graphic text for the lead up and the outro and still get a sense of where these two are emotionally and physically in their connection. I just think these two characters are mad beautiful together and want to play with that. Sex is dirty... but I'm not trying to skeeve anyone out. For any of you who requested the edited out scenes of earlier chapters. This is similar and should not seem untoward.

Also I'd like to say that at least TWO characters have said they've done what occurs here in the actual show. So, I'm just getting very descriptive with what canon says at least one of these characters would really do with a sex partner. Really descriptive.

I'll pull if there are any complaints of course.

They fell into it at the deep end and let everything else go. That Sunday huddled in Kelly's arms opened a door in Dawson she couldn't close. He had held her for hours quietly, his hands moving up and down her back as she grieved. They had stayed like that, sprawled on her couch, occasionally kissing, the decision made without speaking. She'd terrified him and now he was holding on tighter than before. It was no longer a joke. Not that it ever was, but the jocular easygoing part of Kelly had taken a backburner to the man who showed up at every job: fierce, supremely focused and willing to take all comers. Dawson embraced it wholeheartedly. How could she not?

Just then, Kelly was demonstrating how solid his leg was, walking back and forth in her kitchen while she made lunch for them. He'd brought her a dry red wine and flowers. He'd wrapped her in a big hug at her door and said hello in the best way possible. It was enough. They were happy and simple together and she kept thinking she might love him. He'd grown his hair out just a little while working light duty. She had a favourite curl at his nape she liked to pull when she felt mischievous. It was peeking out right now and yes, she could love this man.

"So maybe the PT will clear you for good next session?" she asked lightly. Thinking of loving him and him being back on full duty made her both happy and fretful. She knew he felt ready. When she massaged his shinbone, he didn't flinch or grimace in pain. It was still tender sometimes at the break. Would be something he had to worry about and take care of for the rest of his career she warned.

"Yeah maybe. Or not, he's conscious of the fact that my job has me carrying 50 pounds of gear on average so he's hedging."

"But he'll clear you," she repeated softly, a smile on her face. Kelly anxious and flustered was so cute, so absolutely adorable. He talked with his hands, like he wanted to be holding a football or something so he wouldn't look stupid. And he was pacing in her kitchen without pain, she didn't even see a hitch in his gait that could impede him. She stopped what she was doing to step into his path and take his hands in hers.

"He hasn't said anything about not going back to full duty. He hasn't tried to lower your expectations." She'd gone to a PT session with him, curious as much as anything else, about how he was getting himself back up to full mobility. He'd scowled. He didn't want her to see him look weak and she'd reminded him that it was too late for any number of reasons. She simply did not care. Which got her the rare half smile that had nothing to do with charm and everything to do with the little boy he still was deep down. She was willing to bet he'd been a very sweet kid with him mom.

"Now! Come sit it's your favourite" Dawson smirked as she said this. She'd made enchiladas, incapable of not spoiling Kelly just this little bit after all the turmoil and back and forth. She was still working on some things. Dawson was trying not to put the dynamic she'd had with Mills and how she reacted to Casey on the situation with Kelly. All three men were so very very different in their appeal. She and Mills had bonded over cooking, his skills nearly rivaling hers. She'd leapt into him with a bottle of wine after a night of cooking. His talents far exceeded her expectations and his tender care allowed her to be feminine and wise as she took point during some of the rough patches of his candidacy on Truck 81. Casey was just beautiful and noble, and all the good things a man should be and she'd wanted to embrace his steadfast belief in the world. His goodness. All of her interactions with him were coloured by her eagerness to see the world as he did and be a part of it.

It was hardest to explain Kelly's appeal in anything but the most garbled of sentences though. She stared at him while he ate his food. Kelly was wild, charming. His appeal should have been straightforward. The blue eyes. His body. That irresistible air of cockiness. But it wasn't or she would have fallen in love with him years ago. And she was not saying she loved him. She just thought she maybe could. His appeal was his soft moments, the way his armor broke open for her and with her. The quiet way he'd nuzzle her neck and smile into her shoulder for no reason. He just felt comfortable enough to do so. She cocked her head and let a small smile play over her face as she sipped her wine.

How unlike that first morning they now were. They'd been polite at first. And she'd snarked, wanting them to get back into a familiar rhythm. No harm. No foul. And Kelly had just looked at her and dove in headfirst. Literally. How could any woman fight against that? Why would she even want to?

"Hey Bri"

"Yeah Kelly?" Dawson came out of her daydream with a start, those blue eyes piercing straight through her.

"The 4th of July cookout's coming up".

"Yeah… still need to figure out what I'm bringing-"

"Come with me."

Her heart stopped. She could tell he was serious. Had been serious about attempting this after the restaurant. They weren't telling Shay but they weren't hiding it either. Kelly stayed over and occasionally, he'd driven with her to shift because of the leg. To the firehouse crew it just looked like Dawson was helping Shay out with Kelly. No one questioned it. Around the firehouse she was permanently D to him. He'd brought her coffee and ruined her crossword puzzle and when Shay gave him or her a look, while Dawson inwardly quailed, Kelly would look right back and keep doing whatever they were doing just then. She was sure they'd had fights about it. She was sure that something was coming in terms of fallout. She and Shay had worked shifts and been slightly awkward again but she held her own. If Shay had asked, she would have said, he was waiting on my front step after the worst shift I've had in awhile and he held me. It was the sort of thing he did for Shay, Dawson knew.

"Are you sure?"

"I've been sure. I'm asking you." Dawson reached across the table for his hand. Something was wrong. She could totally believe that he wanted to show up together and rip the bandaid off. Let everyone know they were together. See how they took the shock but…

"You gonna tell me why then? Why not just hold hands and walk into next shift and be done?" Kelly sighed and tilted his head back on the chair with a shake.

"You really do see right through me. Don't you?"

"Not always. You surprise me quite often Sev" they both smiled around his obvious discomfort. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed right back. So many small little things had accumulated between them. Dawson bent forward to kiss their joined palms. She looked up at him patiently.

"It's Heather. She's bringing Andy's boys and I haven't seen them in forever cuz she blames me. I just-" He bent forward over the table and clasped their joined hands with his free one. He kissed across her knuckles, then lay his head across them. Dawson's body went treacle liquid slow at his supplication.

"Can you be in my corner? If she blows me off and I can't talk to Griffin..."

She nodded but he couldn't see it and her heart was too full for words. Kelly was trusting her. Showing her a weakness he had not said one word about until now. She kissed his hair. Cupped the side of his face and bent to his ear.

"Of course I will" and she would. She'd show up with the best damn dish and her biggest smile and shame the woman into talking to him. He still grieved for his friend and Heather was making it worse. "I am an excellent cutman. Ask my brother," and she bit his ear to heal the moment. To allow him a break from his own vulnerability. Kelly's head popped up.

"I wanna see you fight one day."

"Really?" Dawson's face broke wide open. She'd never hidden her boxing past but she'd never flaunted it either. Antonio still got flack from their mother about it sometimes even though it had been years now. She was proud to be able to hold her own. "Why don't I fight you?"

"I am not taking swings at my girl"

The bar was open. Molly's he read over the door and smiled. Severide was standing on his own two feet, had driven over in his own car and could feel the uneven pavement beneath him. He wanted to celebrate. He'd texted Shay because she was with Angie and her all caps joyous response had been great. He had yet to call Chief but he wasn't keeping it a secret. As soon as he walked into Molly's the whole firehouse would know in five minutes. Such was gossip in their world.

It was early afternoon on a Tuesday. It shouldn't be too crowded. He didn't know what he was waiting for really. He was pretty sure Hermann and D were manning the bar and if not them Zoya, Otis's Russian cousin that he'd met briefly and Cruz was in love with already. Well, not love but he didn't think Otis would appreciate what Cruz had in mind for the buxom blonde. Why was he stalling out? Things were back on track. Things were back to good and the sun was warm and the beer would be cold and somewhere between now and closing time he'd find Bri and curve her over a table and get back to basics. Remind her exactly what he knew how to do and how well he did it. She'd been taking care of him these last few months and he didn't want that to be how she thought he thought he should think of her…. Just thinking that in his head felt complicated. Bri helped everyone. Helped him before they got close and he'd never forgotten it. He wanted to do something just for her and didn't even know what that should look like and the one person he could ask was the one person who would balk at the question.

Shay had mellowed out on the Dawson commentary but she still wasn't sold and he'd given himself headaches trying to figure out why. She loved them both. They both loved her which was why she was the first one they'd told but something jumped a track and switched her focus when it came to anything about him and D caring for each other. Or just plain outright scared her about the two of them together. He didn't know and she wouldn't say and D was there, being in his corner. Still a little flighty and leaping before she thought to look and impulsive in what he thought were some of the best ways and it'd been a week since he last saw her and he was stalling. Why? He knew what he wanted. Especially after the terror of her in the building collapse. When they fought it was awful. She knew how to short circuit his temper in sixty seconds or less when she got defensive. He called her out on thinking she was unworthy of him every single time and it still confused him how that was her hangup. Did the woman not own a mirror? Did she think he thought he was flawless?

At some point, when they got really comfortable, they were going to need to talk about that. But right now he was stalling, and it was testing his tibia which was not hurting but why mess with a good thing and good news? He opened the door and walked in. Saw a couple first watch veterans and some cop friend of Antonio's. And there, placing a pitcher of beer on a table:

"Hey you!"

He watched D glance up with nostrils flared, ready to snap until her eyes found his and she did a quick scan of him and a grin broke out so fast on her face it was lightning. Absolute lightning to his veins. This was why he'd wanted to see her in person.

"You're finally done!" she crowed and was rushing across the bar to hug the daylights out of him. He laughed, rocked her back and forth in the hug while everyone watched. He kissed her hair briefly then stepped back.

"So do I pass muster D?"

"Eh," she said while brushing his chest briefly, then putting a hand on her hip to view him critically. "You'll do. Come, sit at the bar and talk to me". She led him by his elbow then, no longer cautious or gentle and it was curious how much she'd tempered herself to take care of his broken leg these last months. She was transitioning back into the brash, wisecracking smartmouth and he didn't want it. Not just the smartmouth, he wanted his girl. The one who'd jumped into his arms moments before. Not this quick -witted snark she displayed for the customers. He touched her hand on his elbow and watched her startle. The cookout couldn't come soon enough to his way of thinking.

"So! What'd he say?" She was wiping down a glass while pouring him a lager in another and nodding to the man asking for a top up at the other end of the bar at the same time. Multitasking looked good on her and he admired it for a minute before responding. She was all smiles, all barely restrained joy and excitement for him. Frankly it was a little contagious and he found a grin peeling his face back onto itself and didn't care.

He stayed all night. Ordered food to the bar and gave her dinner. The thoughtful smile he got for that gesture nearly killed him. All he could cook was steaks and stuff on the grill but D was happy when he bought her takeout. Jesus he sucked at this and didn't want to. It was last call. Most of the stragglers were already gone and he'd started flipping barstools onto tabletops and clearing glasses to help. They didn't have a barback yet. Wouldn't trust anyone alone with D anyway and he locked the door on the last paying customer with a satisfying thud and turned around.

She was stacking glasses and stowing ice. Her hair was up in that high bun and he knew for a fact it was so long it reached the middle of her back now. They were both letting their hair go a little wild. He raked his hands through his. He walked up to her behind the bar, and he kissed the back of her neck until she shuddered, leaned back into his touch, rocking slow slow into him with a low hum in her voice of satisfaction. He spun her around to kiss her and she opened, her arms wrapped his neck as he hoisted her up, legs parting to circle his waist. They hadn't been together like this in months. Since maybe the first night, against her wall and all the needy noises he had to learn meant more. He carried her around to the side of the bartop. He pressed her up against it. Grinding into her best spot as she moaned. He laid her out on top of it and peeled her shorts and panties down while he sat on a barstool. Severide looked up at his girl's face. She was leaning up on her elbows watching him, breasts already heaving in her very tight tee shirt. His mouth went dry just looking at her. She was not shy. He let his hands roam up her thighs and hold them apart. He let his tongue do all the talking it wanted while she shook and mewled and her back went concave and she never said she couldn't because he made sure she did to the tune of fifteen minutes worth of aftershocks, his left hand on her stomach, holding her steady while he pulled his jeans down and off, eager and ready.

It's how he found the tattoo: his fingers trailing up her stomach under her shirt and the quiet hiss she couldn't hide. He stared right into her eyes and she blinked right back, still trembling, her eyes wide and gorgeous and he'd stripped her of the shirt and her bra. Took off his own shirt to be fair and looked down at the perfect little symbol between her perfect breasts.

"Why the ace of spades?" he didn't ask when. It was healing well. She must have done it right after his last shift on light duty before he took off for his last week of physical therapy. He traced one finger around the edges. The lines were clean for a sternum tat. Someone else had seen her breasts and he was trying really hard not to feel possessive because he really liked it. D shrugged. Her breasts moved with the gesture and her nips were pulled in tight from the AC and he was short of breath just looking at her splayed out like the feast he'd already made of her.

"It's a reminder. To be true to myself. To my heart. To call a spade a spade and take what comes." her voice was soft, almost uncertain and he jerked to attention just hearing it. Something had happened. He was betting on Shay but he couldn't be certain and no one else belonged in this moment with them. There would be no ghosts. They could talk later. He climbed on top the bar, on top of her, the medallion swinging from his neck between them. He kissed the ace and watched her lips tip up on one side as he leaned up to balance on his knees over her. He lined the backs of her thighs over the tops of his and crossed her calves over his waist onto his lower back. He smirked down at her as he thumbed over her clit and felt an answering pulse surge through him at her keening groan.

"You think I'd let you be anything less?" He peered down at Bri, as her hand encircled him, stroking in tandem with his motions on her clit, both their mouths open and a perfectly evil glint in her eyes.

"Let me? What could you do?" Bri countered and he was lifting her onto him to stop talking and it was all slow grind and her hips moving like a damn ocean when she braced herself on the bar to move against him with a grunt and he was pulling the band from her hair so it all fell down around her

and feeling her come from the inside was always the best when it shuddered slow and long and light between their thighs. She could rock herself off for another hour and he'd just lay back and watch and he wanted to now because her thighs were shaking that badly and he felt pulled tight and in it for the long haul, his hands over her hipbones, pulling her taut but…. slowly, very slowly he lifted her up and turned her around on him when he felt her begin to cream in earnest

"KEL! LY!"

That. That was the sound he wanted from his girl. His name shouted in two parts while he pressed her into the bar, her hands gripping both sides for purchase his hands holding her thighs apart, as he took her from behind, knees alongside his own and him doing long quick slides in and out so he tapped that inner spot. The one that hitched her breath just so and made her say moremoremore. Made her lean up on her hands so he could see how her breasts swung with their movements and how could he not love it when instead of more she said go and swung her hair over one shoulder and looked right back at him and took one hand off the bar to rub over her clit and feel where he split her open and then cup him.

"You want me to beg Kelly? You want me to say how good it feels when you fill me up? You wanna know no one else has fucked me on my bar but you?" she taunted with a squeeze and he roared, jackhammering into her, pushing her shoulders so her breasts met the bar one hand in her hair, the other holding her devious little hand where it was as she squirmed and squealed and cried out, his jerking thrusts ending in them both squirting. He rubbed his fingers through their wetness and licked it off. He did it again and gave it to her, and she breathed happily all over his fingers, licking and swallowing. He did it a third time, rubbing over her clit, still inside her and started to move slowly back and forth. Back and forth. There. She started to flutter and rock and heave and gently, he pulled her up to his chest, one hand braced behind him on the bar, the other banded under her breasts. He nuzzled her neck and she murmured.

She was so slippery now, and their combined come was starting to slide down between them and he loved it. Loved how messy he made her. How good it felt to be with her like this. She sank down onto him as he squatted back on his knees, his tibia solid and Severide grinned. Yeah he was back. She was playing with her nipples and edging back and forth and he was watching her be so unabashed, neck thrown back, eyes closed and he kissed her hair while she whispered justlikethatjustlikethatjustlike OH! And her eyes flew open and they locked gazes like they always did at least once a night when they were like this. He always felt like a god when it happened. Like he was held in worship. Like he was seen and wanted and known which would have felt stupid if it wasn't Bri. Kelly kissed her then. Pulled back to watch her tug her nips into tight chocolate circles and thrust up. She sighed happily and tucked her head under his chin. Let him take control of the ride, which he did with vigorous efficiency.

He had her bent over the bartop, then the stockroom, on the desk in the office, before hitting up the ladies room for a bathroom stall quickie because she'd gotten off to thinking about him in there already and she wanted a real memory. He was happy to oblige as she held onto the bathroom sink and they watched each other in the mirror, her breasts heaving high, nipples tight, the ace of spades bouncing in and out of view. A target he would definitely paint when it healed. He kissed behind her ear while she watched in the glass and gave her a real smile. The one he kept private because it made him look goofy and unhinged but he was getting off in his girl for maybe the sixth time in an hour and a half and he was really really happy to be back.

"There you are," she giggled. Bri was giggling from sex. Kelly smiled wider as his hands curled over hers on the sink and he kissed her cheek. Would wonders ever cease?

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