Chapter 3! So soon! I'd like to thank coffeebeanner for all her help on this one!
"Erin, no, I told you we're not watching Grey's Anatomy anymore," Jay Halstead nearly whined as he walked back to the couch from the kitchen. His partner, Erin Lindsay sat flipping through episodes on Netflix. He walked by, swiftly swiped the remote from her hand and sat down on the other end of the couch.
"Halstead come on!"
Jay said nothing as he scrolled through his list on the screen looking for something that they'd both enjoy. Nope, not that...not that either...just watched that...
"Halstead give me the remote!" Erin snapped after a few minutes of silence, criss-crossing her legs and pivoting on the couch cushion so she was facing him. "You haven't found anything yet, it's been a good five minutes." He had that damn smirk on his face again.
"Erin, it's my TV," Jay said putting on a pseudo serious face; another face Erin couldn't stand.
"I'm your guest," she argued selfishly, "And don't give me that face, Halstead."
"What face?" he asked genuinely confused.
"Your serious face! It doesn't even look serious because you stick in a pouty lip like a puppy to get your way!" Erin was almost pissed off. She sat back against the armrest behind her.
"I've never been told that before," Jay admitted with a short laugh. He didn't make a puppy face, did he? He didn't try to. "Either way, people only have problems with pouty faces because they
can't resist them. Is that the case here with my supposed puppy lip?"
Jay had figured Erin out before she had and that didn't sit well with her. "N-No, don't flatter yourself." The sentence had started off with a stutter and quickly turned snappy.
"Well it must; that's how I have the remote right now and you don't," Jay laughed at her sudden uncomfort.
Before Erin even realized it, she had launched herself across the couch at him, lunging for the remote. Jay's quick reflexes acted in time and he held it high above his head in the hand furthest from her. He felt a weight on him and looked down to see Erin, who had lost her balance, collapsed and was nearly laying on top of him.
Erin didn't move. Her body was splayed over his lap and half of his chest. As a result of her attack, Jay was no longer sitting straight up, but halfway laying down. She couldn't move her head much in either direction and was forced to look him in the eye. He was warm, and way more muscular than she'd ever imagined. The most amazing aroma greeted her nose. She wasn't sure what the smell was, but it seemed to be a mixture of his body wash, gun oil, leather, and his natural masculine scent. She loved it. For the tiniest moment her eyes flickered to his lips before snapping back to his eyes as she realized what she had been about to do. She couldn't; this was still her ever annoying partner. What was she doing? Too close! For her suddenly muddled brain, however, that notion didn't seem quite enough to make her to pull away. So she stayed where she was, her eyes trained on his.
Jay stared down at Erin, paralyzed. He couldn't move even if he'd wanted to. He had the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen laying on top of him. If he said something, she would snap out of it and move. He stayed silent.
"Hey, I- woah, nevermind!"
At the sound of Will Halstead's voice, Erin was snapped back to reality. She frantically scrambled off of her partner and back to the opposite side of the couch.
"Whatcha guys doing?" Will asked in a teasing tone and grinned, leaning against the wall. His hair and clothes were absolutely soaked with rain.
"She wants the remote," Jay stated simply as he sat straight and adjusted himself.
"Oh is that it?" Erin blushed at Will's words.
"Shut up, Will," Jay mumbled.
"Haha, I'm kidding," Will laughed to himself and went to stand in front of Erin, "How's your head feel?"
"I have a slight headache but I haven't taken any painkillers since this morning and it's what, nine now?" Erin said. It had been almost 24 hours since she'd woken up from her long nap and almost 48 since she left the hospital. Despite going to bed early that morning, she had still woken up at eight-o-clock. She was getting tired.
"That's good, you're probably good to go home now," he gestured to the window where a strong thunderstorm with torrential rain was raging, "But it's crazy out and there's accidents and flooding all over. I'm lucky I got out of work before we got hit with traumas."
Erin stood up; Jay knew what she was doing, "Erin, you're not going out in that, I'll drive you home tomorrow." Oh, yeah, her car was still at the district. She'd gone from work to the hospital and from the hospital to Jay's. Dammit. She sat back down and sighed heavily.
"I don't care what we watch," Erin resigned and laid down on the couch with her head on a balled up blanket.
Will took a seat on one of the arm chairs and held out his hand. Jay tossed the remote at him and he selected episodes of M*A*S*H to watch.
A half hour or so later, Will's pager went off. He stood up, "Yeah, I knew this would happen. Let's hope I don't end up in the ER trying to get to work."
"Be safe," Jay told him from his spot on the couch.
"I will. See you," Will grabbed a coat and umbrella, (thankfully he'd dried off for the most part by then) and headed out.
Once Will was gone, Jay looked over at Erin, noticing she was fast asleep. How long had she been out?
Jay stood up from his seat and walked over to where Erin was sleeping, gently sliding each hand under her knees and back, lifting her into his arms. Thankfully she stayed asleep, but he didn't miss when she yawned and leaned her head on his shoulder. He walked the short distance to his bed and gently laid her down.
The second her body touched the mattress, her eyes fluttered open. She was met with Jay's baby blue orbs, although they were closer than usual. Neither of them moved, they just stared. Jay softly stammered, "You fell asleep on the couch, I-"
His sentence was cut off by her lips. Had she just-? Jay couldn't breathe. His heart raced. He felt her delicate hands in his hair, pulling his head closer to hers. Only then did he fully comprehend what was going on enough to kiss back. Of course she tasted wonderful, he always knew she would. Her lips were soft and her kisses gentle, but hungry.
As Jay slowly slipped his hands out from behind her back and underneath her knees, Erin snaked her hands around his neck. She had him so close to her, yet he was still standing at the side of the bed in the position he'd laid her down at. He adjusted his balance by putting one knee on the bed. Feeling half of her partner's weight sink the bed slightly, Erin pulled him down so that the only way for him to catch his balance was to put his other knee on the other side of her in a straddle He stared at her before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. One he'd been aching to give her for so long.
Jay felt her hands on his skin and suddenly his shirt was being peeled off of him. Erin gently traced her fingers over Jay's toned chest. He watched, taking shallow breaths as she outlined each of his abs, admiring the slight flinches of his muscles as they contracted to her delicate touch. She moved her caresses to his arms. Moving her hands from his shoulders, down his biceps, she applied pressure to the tight muscles. She never really realized how sculpted his body actually was.
As amazing as her hands felt as they roamed his body, Jay needed to feel her. Erin ceased her touched when she felt Jay's hands press against her jean clad hips. Locking his thumbs in the denim belt loops, he brushed his other fingers to her exposed stomach as her tank top rode up slightly.
Erin watched as Jay had a slight struggle with her belt, huffing in frustration at his failed attempts. Erin swatted his hands away as she lifted her hips off the bed, undoing her belt. Jay took the time to kick free of his owns pants and Blackhawks printed boxers. He moved back to his previous position, a small smile on his face as he admired the rather lacy pair of underwear Erin wore.
Jay was lost in his thoughts as he focused on the beauty of Erin's toned, tanned legs as he pulled her underwear down them slow and seductively. A small chuckle escaped his lips at way her painted toes curled as he moved the lacy scrap off. Jay swiftly slid them the rest of the way off, tossing them into the pile of discarded clothes. As he turned back to look at her, she was now sitting up and the tank top she wore was gone. Jay let out a low groan admiring the way her breasts filled the bra perfectly, the padding giving her ample amount of cleavage.
Jay reached around her torso, and a moment later, her bra straps slid down her shoulder as the last piece of clothing was discarded. Jay mimicked Erin's actions from before, rubbing his hands along the length of Erin's arm; he too traced her abs before he brushed his thumb to the underside of her breast. Erin needing more than a touch, crashed her lips to his.
He moved so he was hovering over her, causing her to lay back down beneath him. Jay lined his hips up with hers and cupped her cheek, softly kissing her as he slid into her. He felt how ready she was for him. As he thrusted slowly into her, pressing her deeper into the comforter covered mattress, the friction of their two bodies joined intensifying their new found passion.
Jay moved on of his arms from Erin's side to the back of her leg, bringing it up so it was resting behind his back. Erin followed suit bringing her other leg to his back, causing him to dip deeper between her walls. She let out a soft moan, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Jay began softly kissing her neck, collarbone and shoulder, which elicited sighs of pleasure from her. Her sighs were silenced as Jay's lips moved back up to lips. Erin raked her fingers up and down his back before toying with the small hairs at the nape of his neck. She moved her hands from his neck to let her fingers comb through his soft hair.
Soon, they were both covered in a sheen of sweat, sighing and moaning. Jay's thrusts became sloppier and Erin dug her nails deeper into his skin. They released simultaneously, their bodies spasming with pleasure. Jay collapsed onto Erin, catching his breath in the crook of her neck as she let out a few last soft moans into his ear. Then, it was silent, all that could be heard was their breathing. After a few minutes of coming down from their orgasms, Jay gave her a loving kiss and rolled off of her. He laid on his side and pulled her so her back was pressed into his chest. They fell asleep soon after.
The next morning, Erin's eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the sun peaking through the blinds covering the windows. She was still in Jay's room, she'd been staying there for a few days, (almost against her will) after her concussion. She moved to roll onto her back but was met with resistance. The resistance moved. She froze, paralyzed. Then Resistance kissed her on the head. She knew that smell. Resistance was Jay.
Erin scrambled to sit up, pulling the white sheet that was tangled at her feet up to her naked body, "Ohhh no. No, no, no, no, no."
"Morning," Jay mumbled, looking up at her before yawning. It wasn't cute, the yawn was not cute.
Erin pulled the sheet from Jay's hip as she got up from the bed, making sure to cover her bare backside when she stood to her feet. She turned to face the equally naked man in the bed, "What did you do!?"
Jay wiped the sleep from the corner of his eyes before he focused on Erin, "What do you mean?"
Erin ran around the room, holding the sheet to her body with one hand and picking up her clothes with the other, "Why did you allow that to happen!?"
"I- I thought it's what you wanted." A flash of regret and hurt ran through Jay's mind. "I thought we were on the same page." He cleared his throat, his voice still raspy from sleep, "after all you kissed me first."
"I don't know what that was. It was stupid whatever it was," Erin grumbled. She couldn't deny that she had kissed him first, but she could deny that she enjoyed it.
"Stupid?" Jay rubbed his face before running his hand through his hair, a groan of disbelief filled the room, "Seriously, Erin?"
"Seriously, Halstead." She wished that could have been the end of the conversation, but she was still getting dressed. Putting on clothes under a bed sheet while standing up was impractical and undoubtedly looked stupid, but she was determined not to let him get another peek of her.
Jay used the dark blue comforter to cover his exposed body as he stood up, padding his barefeet against the hardwood floor. He walked over to Erin, trying to stop her from moving anymore. He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, Erin went to move from his grasp but failed to keep the sheet from falling. Her breast exposed and Jay's eyes caught a glimpse. Her breasts looked even as beautiful in daylight. His thoughts were quickly tossed as Erin's hand made hard contact with his stubble covered cheek. "What the hell, Erin?!" Jay watched as Erin quickly dressed in her tank top, caring less to put on her bra.
"Fuck this. I can't believe this, I'm so stupid. That was a mistake." She was jamming her things into her suitcase now. "My head's better, I'm going home," Erin finished, zipping the luggage up up and storming out.