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Five times Jay Halstead has something to say about Erin Lindsay's clothes, and the one time he doesn't.

Inspired by Pull It Off by Kane Brown.

It can be a black dress, high heels

Ripped up, torn up Lucky jeans

Or the covers, in the morning

Her boyshorts and my favorite tee

Unbuttoned flannel layin' on the floor

Lingerie hangin' off the back of the door

I swear, it don't matter what it is

Date Night

Neither of them could wait to get to that restaurant, as a date night for them was long overdue. For the entire month of May, it seemed like, every criminal in Chicago had decided to commit crimes and they had been handed case after case. Jay was pretty sure he and Erin were running on pure adrenaline and an unhealthy amount of caffeine in their bodies. Hank had noticed it too, as he gave them a rare night off while they were in the middle of one of their cases. Everyone had been putting in the maximum amount of overtime and they were running on empty, nothing a solid night of sleep couldn't fix.

But while they could have spent the night in and done nothing, Jay took it upon himself to treat his girl to a well-deserved night out. The second Voight ordered them to go home, Jay had whipped out his phone, calling in a favor with a friend who ran one of the more upscale restaurants in the city. Before they even made it out of the district, he had told Erin of his plans and that she should get as dressed up as she wants.

So here he was, ready to go in one of his nicer suits with no tie, opting to leave the first few buttons of his white dress shirt undone, knowing it drove his girlfriend crazy.

"Er, hurry up!" he shouted from his spot on the couch. He was halfway through the beer he opened ten minutes ago as he waited.

"I'm coming!" she yelled back. It wasn't long after that he heard the tell-tale click of heels on the wood floor.

But he wasn't prepared for what came next.

Erin was shoving something into her black clutch, causing her to be oblivious to her boyfriend's reaction. Jay just sat there, staring at everything. The sleeveless black dress had thick straps, but fell to a deep v in the front and was fitted down to mid-thigh. He remembered when she bought this, feeling it was too revealing but he assured her it was more elegant as there was a single pleat that fell just above her knee.

He also remembered this dress had a zipper down the back and she never wore a bra.

"Damn," he said, his eyes eventually falling to the strappy black heels on her feet.

His gaze met Erin's as she just smiled at him, slowly moving to him as he stood up. No words were exchanged as he pulled her in for a slow and lazy kiss, the kind that promised a lot more when they got home.

Day Off

It was a rare Saturday they had off, and they were spending it moving all of Jay's stuff into Erin's apartment. Since the week before when Erin followed up his request at moving in together, they had spent most of their spare time packing up Jay's apartment to move their next free day. His furniture had been the first to go, causing him to "unofficially" move in. That didn't put the personal celebrations on hold.

So here they were a week later as Jay was one his way to pick up her after borrowing Antonio's truck for the day. No way were they going to be able to fit half of his stuff in the 300. It wasn't even 8 a.m., but Jay knew his girl well enough to know she was nothing short of a terror without her coffee, especially this early and on their day off.

It hadn't even been 30 seconds after walked into her – their – apartment, after using his brand-new key of course, that his girlfriend emerged from her, their¸ bedroom looking nothing short of gorgeous.

"Good morning, roomie," Erin cheerfully said.

"Morning, gorgeous," he replied, voicing his earlier thoughts.

"Oh, please," she said as she moved to get her phone from the kitchen counter.

Jay didn't bother responding, knowing she would try to avoid his compliments, but it wouldn't stop him from thinking about her. He wouldn't lie and say he's never been with girls before, but they all pale in comparison to Erin. Very few matched her on a day-to-day basis, but none compared to how she looked right now. Fresh faced with her hair pulled into a ponytail and barefoot. Seeing her barefoot recalled the old saying that women were happy when barefoot and pregnant. Even as his mind registered the negative connotation, because his woman would be in the bullpen working and would be stubborn enough that his baby could be born right then and there, happiness just radiated off her.

Of course, his mind still wandered to thoughts about Erin pregnant, but those were for another day.

She was too busy checking her phone to notice him staring at her. His eyes worked their way up from her bare feet, following along with how her jeans managed to hug her toned legs while still looking casual and relaxed. He also didn't need to see her front to know exactly what jeans these were, her non-work jeans, as she called them. The first time he had ever seen them on her was about six months into their partnership, when their hockey "dates" began. Until then he had never seen her in anything other than the high-waisted jeans she wore daily that on most other women, made them look frumpy, but made her look amazing. These jeans had a few rips here and there that showed just enough skin to not look trashy (her words) but leave little to his imagination.

"Jay," she said, drawing out single syllable of his name.

"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes settling on the sliver of skin peeking from where she knotted the hem of her tee.

"Ready to go?" she asked and his gaze finally met hers.

"Yep," he responded, following her to the door where she grabbed a pair of white sneakers.

"And Jay?" she said, stopping where he held the door for him. His response had a simple look that showed she had his attention.

"I'll let you appreciate everything when you are officially moved in," she teased.

"Oh, definitely," he replied.

Morning Sex

It had been years since Jay woke up with a smile on his face. If he thought long and hard, the last time that happened was maybe when he was 7 or 8 on Christmas morning, eager to see what Santa left and if the reindeer ate any of the carrots and celery he and Will left out the night before. He remembered his dad telling him Santa wasn't real and he needed to grow up and stop being a little kid. Jay supposed that was the beginning of his rocky relationship with his dad, the one that had yet to get better.

The one relationship in his life that got better? The one with the woman lying next to him. Every damn day.

By then, Jay had fully woken up and could focus his attention away from his shitty childhood and onto the woman beside him. Like usual, Erin was still dead to the world, but this Erin was one of his favorites. Her face was worry-free, as if her slumber was the only way to rid her thoughts of the monsters they chase and her demons that surface during tough cases. Not a single wrinkle was etched into her perfect face. Her hair was tousled, the ends still wet from her shower the night before.

His gaze soon fell to her collarbone, landing on the darkening mark that was beginning to mar her slightly tanned skin that was a result of their long weekend in Wisconsin a few weeks ago. But while his insides churned when he found flaws on her skin usually resulting from their job, this one stirred something else. Pride. Lust. The pain he would oversell when she punched him after realizing his gave her a hickey the night before.

It was as if she could hear his thoughts as she started to stir but didn't full wake up. Not that he minded, anyways. She managed to turn from her side to her back, the grey sheets covering them simultaneously moving lower and tightening across her chest, giving him a slight view of her bare breasts, which did not get covered after their many rounds the night before. If he was selfish, he could move those damned sheets a little lower, but he knew they had to get moving and couldn't waste time this morning, no matter how badly he wanted to.

This time, her stirring woke her up, a sleepy smile gracing her face when she caught his gaze.

"Good morning," she whispered, her raspy voice deeper this time in the morning.

"Can you sleep like this all the time?" he asked, gaining a laugh from her in response.

"I could," she said, moving from bed, "but nothing would ever get done."

After a Long Day

The case had been brutal, as most were when working with young kids. This one managed to hit home for the both of them, a string of runaways turning up dead or missing and the only link had been the foster parents that had: drug addict mother and abusive father.

Voight had picked up right away on how this would affect them, giving them tasks that kept them far away from the precinct when the foster parents were here. They managed to get some info from the kids currently living with the couple, and everyone turned a blind eye when Voight brought Jay down with him to "deal" with the father.

They went home separately, but not entirely on purpose. Erin and Kim were taking one of the little girls to her temporary foster home while Jay was getting take out on his way home.

Upon entering their apartment, he could tell right away Erin was home. Besides the dead giveaway that the TV was playing the pregame coverage for the Blackhawks/Predators game, her boots had been haphazardly kicked off by the door and her jacket must have been hung up, but not well since it had fallen onto the floor.

"Er," he called, more alerting to his presence than trying to find her.

He didn't bother with waiting for a response, as he set about unpacking the pasta he picked up and digging for the buffalo sauce they kept in the back of the fridge that she loved to dip her mozzarella sticks in. A combination, even without pasta, he found weird.

"What do you want to drink?" he asked.

"Water is fine," she answered back.

Jay turned to grab two glasses from the cabinet before moving to get ice from the freezer. He hadn't filled one glass until he felt two small and warm hands slip around him and under his shirt, one of those hands teasing the waistband of his jeans.

"You good?" he asked softly. Always like him to check on her mindset before his own.

He simply felt her nod before he turned around, taking in her appearance.

Her shirt he recognized as one of his own, a light grey v neck he figured she stole when he couldn't find it for work one morning. It dwarfed her small frame, and while her wearing his shirts did things to him that he never felt before about girls wearing his clothes, it also made him realize just how much smaller she was than him. It was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath because while the collar of the shirt just hit his clavicle, on her it dipped rather low into her cleavage. Not that he minded at all. The sleeves on her practically hit her elbows while on him, they stopped in the middle of his biceps.

His girlfriend loved to say that only happened because his biceps were huge. According to her, of course.

"How do you make my clothes look better on you?" he asked, needing to lighten the mood.

"Cause I'm clearly better looking," she responded, moving to fix her mozzarella sticks and buffalo sauce. He then realized that shirt was about all she had one, save for the navy lace that stopped just below the curve of her ass.

"Yes you are," he replied, lightly smacking her butt as he reached around her to grab his own dinner while she just giggled in response.

Wisconsin

Erin's reaction to Wisconsin had surprised them both. He knew she was still expecting giant mosquitos and an actual cabin, but Jay couldn't wait to see her reaction when she actually saw the place.

It was just as good as he had imagined, complete with a speechless Erin followed by one smacking him on the chest, demanding to know why he didn't better explain himself. He simply laughed, delighted he could bring a smile to her face after the shitty couple of months they had had.

He proceeded to give her the grand tour, guiding her through the open floor plan of the first floor and showing her the lofted spaces where he and Will always hung out when they came here. Of course, their tour got interrupted when Erin laid eyes on the copper bathtub in the master bathroom in front of the fireplace that was already going.

An hour later, Jay had excused himself, leaving Erin with fresh hot water, to stir the fire and make some coffee to warm them up a little more and ease the exhaustion that the drive set in. His trek back from the kitchen made him aware of the trail of clothes leading to the bathroom, complete with not one, but two of his flannels, one, which of course, was stolen.

The scene the greeted him in the bathroom brought a lightness to his heart. It was the first time in months he had seen his fiancée so relaxed, the diamond from his mother's, and now her, ring glinting in the glow of the fire. The messy bun her hair had been tied up in had loosened, leaving some hairs to escape and become slightly curled after meeting the water.

He leaned down to kiss her forehead lightly, handing her the warm mug before climbing back in himself.

"Not sure what looks better, you or that ring on your finger," he said, stretching his legs out so she could move back between them.

She did just that, turning slightly so her shoulder was leaning against his chest.

"I wonder what sounds better, official househusband or Mrs. Halstead."

Wedding Night

There were very few things that left Jay Halstead speechless. Any of his teams winning or losing at the last second. The news an Army buddy had died. Hank Voight giving him a compliment.

He could now add his fian- his wife, on their wedding day, to be one of them.

Her dress had been perfect for her. A white lace number that fit her perfectly. He was quite sure she surprised them both by choosing a dress that dipped low in the back but held up by thin straps. Her already tiny waist was further accentuated by a light blue sash that matched the blue of their uniforms, a slight nod for her something blue. He caught sight of the diamond studs he gifted to her through Will this morning, her something new. Her something old, while she would joke was the older man walking her down the aisle, was the jeweled pin holding her hair up that Camille had worn during her own wedding. Jay knew that Erin would also say her engagement ring counted as her something old too, as it was his mom's, but that didn't matter to him. He also knew her something borrowed was tucked into the inside of her dress, fastened right underneath her heart: his name tag from his Ranger days. That specific topic had been days of debate, because that time of his life was nothing pleasant and it was the CPD that brought him together. She won, like always, but only because she wanted something of his that was his alone, and that was his Army identity that shaped him into the man she fell in love with, the good and the bad.

The second time Jay was speechless that day, was the vision of his wife for his eyes only. He honestly hadn't been expecting much from Erin. Sure, she had an affinity for nicer lingerie but he would have been perfectly okay however they spent their wedding night, regardless of what she was wearing. She could be wearing a ratty old t-shirt and pajama pants.

But then again, he learned long ago not to underestimate Erin Lindsay, and something told him Erin Halstead would be an entirely different story.

He didn't know what he was expecting when they reached their room. Instead, she simply reached behind her and pulled the small zipper down before pushing the straps of her dress off and letting it fall to the ground. The only thing remaining was the strapless bra that wrapped around her midsection to allow a lower back and matching white lace underwear.

"What do you think of your wife, Mr. Halstead?" she asked, walking towards his place sitting on the bed.

Jay didn't say anything opting to kiss his wife senseless, for he had no words to describe his partner.