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Jay and Erin looked at the new audience with eyes as wide as saucers. Erin scrambled to cover herself with her shirt and Jay turned almost as red as the tomato sauce in the pot on the stove.

"Olive, why don't you take Daniel upstairs to the guest room?" Hank said and Olive left the room, her son in tow. Hank turned back to the supposed adults in front of him.

"Next time why don't you get a room so I don't have a preview of Halstead's nearly naked ass on my kitchen table?"

"Hank, I'm so sorry," Erin started and Hank held up his hand.

"It was bound to happen now that you're home," Hank said as he reached into his wallet. He handed Erin his credit card. "Why don't you go find a place where you two can hash things out without giving my grandson a show?"

"Hank, I can pay for my own hotel."

"Erin, just let me take care of you."

"No need," Jay said, handing the card back to Hank. "We can talk at my place." Jay grabbed his shirt from the floor and began to lead Erin out of the kitchen.

"Wait, I have to clean up!" Erin exclaimed.

"I've got the kitchen. I've seen the way you used to keep your bedroom, remember?" Hank said, shaking his head and chuckling. Jay practically dragged Erin out of the house and to his car.

Arriving at his apartment, Jay barely had time to shut the car off before Erin was on him. He practically hauled her over the console in his car to mold her against him.

"We should go inside," he managed to get out.

Erin pouted a bit but reluctantly agreed. They parted ways long enough to get out of the car but Jay's arm went around her and held her tight to his body. He forgot how much he loved having her in his side. She fit perfectly and now that she was here, he never wanted to let her go.

Erin had forgotten how nice it was to feel strong arms holding her close. Though she had been hit on repeatedly since moving to New York, nobody ever made her feel the way Jay did. So she learned to say no and kept her distance. But being back in his arms felt like truly coming home and she wasn't so sure she wanted to leave again.

Once inside the door to Jay's apartment, Erin pushed him against the door effectively closing it. She reached her hands into his hair and brought his head down to meet hers. She nipped at his lip until he allowed her access, a tango beginning between their tongues. Jay's hands slid up her back, feeling her smooth skin under his coarse fingertips.

He tugged at her shirt and Erin raised her arms, allowing Jay access to remove the garment once again. It fell to the floor as his hands went the clasp on her back. The black lacy bra joined her shirt on the floor. Without breaking contact, Jay lifted the petite brunette into his arms and carried her to the kitchen. He set Erin on the counter and pulled away just long enough to remove his shirt.

Jay began to kiss his way down Erin's neck, tasting the sweet skin as he reached the valley between her breasts. Erin's head went back and a moan escaped her lips as Jay nibbled on the soft flesh. She felt his tongue flick the tip of her breast and that sent a wave of pleasure through her.

"Oh God Jay," she half whispered, half moaned. Jay took that as a sign of enjoyment so he kept going. Erin felt his stubble along her stomach and twitched in anticipation. Suddenly Jay had her up and against the fridge. Magnets flew off as he held her there, feasting on her neck again.

Erin's nimble fingers trailed down his stomach and expertly loosened his belt buckle. She popped his button and lowered his zipper. Jay momentarily stopped when he felt her hand close around him. Erin always had a light touch that he had never had with any other woman. He was more determined to get her to stay more than anything now.

Jay lowered her to the floor long enough to undo her jeans and allowed her to step out of them and her panties. Jay marveled at her body, how perfect it was. He could never get enough of her body. It was like a drug to him and he just wanted to stay high on it forever.

Jay picked her back up, the cool metal of the fridge against her hot back. With a swift motion, he was inside her and Erin threw her head back in ecstasy. She had forgotten how good it felt to have him inside of her.

Erin dug her nails in his shoulders and Jay dug his fingers in her hips. They moved in sync as papers and other object fell off or rattled inside the fridge. As many times as they had made love before, this was a new and different place for them. Erin kind of liked this side of him.

She could feel herself reaching the peak and she wanted Jay to explode with her. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Fuck me Halstead," was all she said and Jay began to plunge faster and deeper into her. Erin wrapped her legs around him to bring him in closer and Erin brought her hand down between them. The sight of Erin pleasuring herself was enough to drive Jay over the edge.

"I'm right there, Erin."

"Then let it go."

Their combined orgasms filled the tiny kitchen in the form of moans and heavy breathing. As Erin came down from her high, Jay just looked into her eyes. He was still pulsing inside of her and Erin thought it was the most romantic way he had ever looked at her.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice still lusty.

"Best I've ever had," Jay agreed.

"So what do we do now?" Erin asked, retightening her legs around him.

"How about round 2?"

"Maybe in the bed this time?"

"You going soft on me? Where is the adventurous girl that I used to know?"

"She's still here but that fridge killed my back."

"Maybe I'll have to massage you then."

"Would be nice."

Jay laughed as he carried Erin to his bed. He laid her down and joined her on the soft mattress. She laid on her stomach and Jay began to caress her back.

"Seriously though, what do we do now?" Erin asked again.

"With us?" Jay asked.

"Yeah."

"There's not much that can be done. I live here, you don't. Once you get done doing whatever the hell it is you came to do, you'll go back to New York. I may not have much but what little family I got is here in Chicago. I can't just up and move halfway across the country."

"I don't want to leave things like we did before, Jay."

"I don't either."

Erin sighed. "Maybe I don't have to go back."

Jay sat up and Erin followed suit. She stared at him with an intensity he hadn't seen before.

"You can't give up your job for me, Erin."

"It wouldn't be for you, it would be for us. I never stopped loving you, Jay. Every day, my heart broke a little bit more because I didn't have you by my side."

"Then why did you leave us?"

"I had too. Bunny got into some trouble with her new boyfriend and I basically traded my freedom for hers. If I went to work Counterterrorism in New York, the FBI wouldn't file charges against Bunny. As must as that woman has screwed me over in the past, she is still my mother. I couldn't let them lock her up."

"I wish you would've told me."

"It was easier to just go. By the time I texted you, I was halfway to New York. I knew if I told you before I left Chicago, you would've been able to change my mind. I needed to let Bunny be free."

"Where is Bunny now?"

"I don't know. After I left Chicago, I never saw her again."

Jay was silent; he didn't know what to say to that. He knew Bunny was the flesh eating virus of Erin's life, but he could understand her wanting that relationship with her mother that she never had. Jay had a great relationship with his mother while she was still alive and he wanted that for Erin.

"Hey, no matter what happens with you and Bunny or you and the job, you'll always have me. I'm not leaving you again or letting you leave me again. We're it now. We're Lindsay and Halstead."

"Linstead," Erin said softly and chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Too many trashy magazines. Celeb couples combine their names to create their "couple" name. Lindsay and Halstead – Linstead? Get it?"

"I like it…and you."

"Good to know."

"Anytime, babe. Anytime."