A/N: Just a bit of fluff. Connor has the chance to take care of his girlfriend. He decides to take it. Hope you all enjoy!

A Night In

They weren't going out tonight.

Connor knew it the second Sarah walked through the door. Dark circles rimmed her big chocolate eyes and mass of curls had been tangled into a half-hearted bun. She all but dropped her bag and jacket on the table next to the door as he peered around the corner to greet her, "Hey, Babe."

"Hey," Sarah smiled weakly at him as she shuffled over and collapsed against his chest.

Connor automatically wrapped an arm around her as he pressed a chaste kiss to her crown, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Sarah mumbled, drawing in a big breath as she lingered in his embrace. He could practically taste her exhaustion, "Just tired. It's been a while since I've done back-to-back shifts."

"Why don't you go crash on the couch. I'll order us some take-out." Connor nudged her toward the living room. A twang of sympathy piercing his heart. They hadn't seen each other outside work in three days. Their shift schedule not lining up well. He had forgotten that she had basically spent the last thirty-six hours at the hospital only. No time to run back to hers or even his place for a small break. He hated those shifts too.

Sarah ignored his overtures for a moment as she finally took him in. Connor had his favorite pair of jeans on and an undershirt that she knew he paired with two of his nicer button-downs. A heavy rush of new weariness befell her as she resisted the urge to sigh, "You wanted to go out."

Before she even finished speaking, Connor was shaking his head, "You are not up for it. A blind man can see that. So, get your ass to the couch, doctor's orders."

"Connor..." Sarah demurred plaintively, now feeling a swirl of guilt for ruining his plans.

"We can go tomorrow. We're both off. Finally." He assured her as he basically ushered her to the couch. When she moved to protest again, he arched a brow at her, "Let me take care of you, woman."

Sarah couldn't help but snort at his aggrieved tone as she finally allowed herself to fall onto his couch, "Chinese?"

"Chow mein?" Connor answered with a question as he pulled out his phone. He was surprised when she shook her head to her go-to order. He would get a carton of it anyway.

"Wanton soup." Sarah answered with a yawn, stretching across the sofa arm for the remote on the end table.

"You must be tired." He pressed another kiss to her crown as he listened to the phone ring. He sauntered away as he gave their food order into his bedroom to change. It was only as he passed the door to his bathroom that an idea occurred to him.

It wasn't often that Sarah let him spoil her. He had to employ some of his more crafty and creative skills to be able to take her out to places that were a little more upscale than she was used to. Getting her gifts was something of a nightmare outside of designated holidays and special anniversaries... but spoiling didn't have to come with a high price tag.

Connor chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before pulling out his phone again. Sarah had a slew of her own personal products here. For the longest time it had just been the essentials. Shampoo, deodorant, toothbrush. It had taken a lot of prodding for her to start leaving more and he knew she loved his bathtub more than hers for the rare occasion she decided to soak.

He perused what she kept under the sink as he referred to the article he had pulled up on his phone. He hadn't drawn a bath since he had played soccer in high school. He had torn a hamstring and been ordered to soak as part of the recovery. Epsom salts had been required then and it looked like Sarah had some. He pulled the bag out and the a few bottles that looked intriguing.

"Okay." Connor murmured lowly as he checked the bottles, "She does have bubble bath. Cool."

He lined the tub with a thin layer of salts and turned on the faucet. It didn't take him long to get the temperature right as he added in a bit of her bubble bath and a bath oil. He gazed around and noted the candles that had appeared on the tank of the toilet some weeks ago. That was definitely a Sarah touch... still. Connor found the matchbox and lit them. Between the bubble bath and the candles, strong notes of lavender and vanilla wafted through the air. It was different... kind of nice.

Connor peered around the bathroom one more time before remembering he needed to get her a towel. Once he was sure everything was in place he went back out to the living-room to find Sarah curled around a cushion engrossed in some true crime documentary. Shoes were kicked under the coffee table. He smirked, tempted to leave her be, and he would at least for a few more minutes.

He passed back into kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge as he fished a beer out for himself. With practice finesse, he popped the cork out and poured her a glass while he used the counter as a bottle opener with his other hand. Connor was suddenly glad Sarah wasn't in the kitchen with him. She hated it when he did stuff like this, though to her credit, he had nearly broken the bottle the last time he tried it.

Sarah blinked as a glass of wine was suddenly dangled in her view. Cruelly, it was drawn away just as she reached for it, "Connor..."

"Got to get up, Babe." He urged, smiling as she tilted her head back to glare at him, "Come on."

"Is the food here already?" She grumbled, because that was the only way she was getting up.

"Nope, you got a bit before we get the delivery. I ordered a lot." Connor placed his beer on the end table and reached for her hand, "Up and you'll get your wine."

Sarah didn't budge, "I'm comfy."

"I have a surprise for you. Come on." Connor smiled as she reluctantly stood. He allowed her the glass as he reached up and carefully pulled her hair from its bun.

Sarah arched a brow at him, "I'm really not in the mood for sex."

"Really? Taking your hair down is a proposition, now?" That made him snort as he pulled her down the hallway, "No sex, but I wouldn't mind a peep show."

She frowned bemusedly at him, "What?"

Sarah didn't understand his mirth until they stepped into the bathroom. She softened almost immediately, "You drew me a bath."

"I drew you a bath." Connor echoed, accepting her shy kiss for the thank you it was before blinking slightly startled, when she pressed her glass into his chest. He grasped it unthinkingly before a swell of fond amusement bubbled in his chest as he watched her slowly draw her shirt up and over her head.

Sarah dropped the garment with little thought as she kept her gaze on him, "Peep show, huh?"

His hand tightened reflexively over cool glass as he took in the smooth skin she was revealing before locking in on her fingers popping the button on her jeans. Connor swallowed tightly, "You can kick me out if you want."

"I would..." Her zipper echoed through the tiled room, "But you're doing a very good job holding my wine for me."

He huffed a small laugh as he met her teasing grin, mildly shocked to feel a blush rising to his cheeks. Sarah discarded the rest of her clothes under his appreciative stare before beckoning him forward. For a moment she reminded him of the old illustrations of water nymphs and mermaids that lured lustful men to their deaths with their beauty. He'd follow her any day. He held out her wine, but Sarah ignored his proffered hand and leaned up for another kiss. He eagerly returned her attention, but very carefully refrained from touching her because he knew the moment he did that his no sex assurance would become dubious at best.

Sarah seemed to know this too as she grinned wickedly at him, "Are you going to join me?"

Definitely a nymph.

"Tempted. Very tempted." Connor murmured against her lips, before he firmly pressed her glass back into her hand, "But you do not have the energy for what would happen if I do."

Sarah hummed stepping back and carefully slipping into the steamy, bubbly water with a quite sigh, "You're probably right."

Connor tilted his head as he gazed at her fondly, "Probably?"

Sarah bit back a smile as she quietly admitted, "Definitely. Can you get my tablet from the nightstand, please?"

He nodded and gathered the device and the tub-shelf, that he didn't know he had until earlier, from its place between the tub and sink. Sarah was reclining, half-asleep in the water as he placed the shelf across the ledge. She opened her eyes as she heard the clink of her wine glass on the wooden plank.

Connor couldn't resist leaning down to claim another kiss from her, "Need anything else?"

Sarah shook her head but snagged his hand as he moved to stand. When he looked at her curiously, she smiled shyly, "I love you."

He leaned back in and took one more taste of her lips, "I love you too. I'll leave some clothes on the bed for you. Want one of my shirts or one of your strappy tops?"

"Your shirt and just some underwear, please." Sarah murmured letting him go, "Don't let me fall asleep in here."

"I'll get you when the food gets here." Connor assured her as he stepped out. The sounds of her tablet coming to life trailed his wake.

He stripped out of his jeans and threw on a favored pair of sweats as he rummaged for her favorite shirt of his to steal. He tossed it on the corner of the bed and pulled out a pair of her underwear from the dresser. He frowned as he gazed into her drawer and noted how little actually resided inside. He had been prodding her to move in with him for the past few months, but Sarah had been hesitant. Connor didn't know why. They spent most of their time here anyway. He would press the topic again soon and if she still put a hold on it then he was just going to start quietly bringing her stuff here.

He loved the most stubborn mule of a woman.

Connor puttered about the kitchen as he pulled out plates and got glasses of water. They'd be eating in the living room, but that didn't mean he couldn't get things ready. It was another thirty minutes before the front desk called up about his delivery, five before he was opening his door and paying for the food, and another ten before he went to pull Sarah from her bath. Her skin and become a deliciously tinted pink as he wrapped the towel around her and left her to dress in peace.

When she finally meandered into the living room swallowed by his shirt and carrying her empty wine glass, she looked more adorable than tempting. Connor knew that his nymph was still there.

Sarah smiled as he passed her a bowl of soup and she quietly requested, "Tell me about your day."

Connor shrugged, "Went to work. Came home. Did some cleaning, watched some tv, waited for you. Nothing special."

"You were upset this morning." Sarah prodded gently as he frowned, trying to recall what exactly she was talking about, "You stormed out of Trauma 2 like you were about to murder someone."

His eyes brightened as he recalled and snorted, "Yeah, Halstead. He was trying to play God again."

At Sarah's questioning look he shook his head, "Let's leave work at work tonight. I have no desire to be irritated right now. How was your day?"

"Long." Sarah uttered plainly as she sipped at her soup, "I think I started seeing sounds at one point. I hate sleeping in the on-call room. I get no rest in there."

Connor swallowed some of his kung pao chicken, "Did you eat today?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, "Uh huh."

"Besides this?" He pressed, well aware of her eating habits when she had shifts like this.

"Yes." Sarah sang drolly as she shook her head at him, "I am capable of taking care of myself."

"Debatable." Connor retorted, smirking as she kicked his foot.

They bantered through most of their meal and even into post meal clean-up. It wasn't until they were back on the couch with the tv playing some docuseries Sarah wanted to see that he let himself relax and reflect. The night hadn't gone as he originally planned, but he found he enjoyed their domestic night in more than usual. He liked having her come home to him and vice versa. He loved it when she let him take care of her because she didn't let him do it often.

As if Sarah could read his thoughts. She nuzzled further into his chest as her arm tightened across his waist. She was fighting sleep and for that matter so was he. Connor deftly turned the television off despite her murmured protests.

She clung tighter to him when he moved to stand, "I was going to show you how grateful I was for my bath."

Connor snorted as he gazed into her weary chocolate eyes. She was beyond exhausted and heading into loopyville, "Thought we decided you didn't have the energy for sex."

Sarah huffed, looking mildly indignant, "Had some when I came out, but I used it up eating."

That made Connor chuckle as he pulled her to her feet. She still hadn't let him go, but that was alright. He marched her backwards toward the bedroom, "Well, you can fuck me in the morning. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" She murmured sleepily and he wondered if she would remember much of this conversation.

"Promise." He agreed with a smirk as she clambered into his bed.

Sarah's fingers latched onto his shirt as he came to rest next to her and she quietly asked, "Wanna make out?"

"Always." Connor answered as he met her for a kiss, "You're gonna fall asleep the moment you close your eyes."

"No." She murmured petulantly as she nipped his lip.

"Yes." He breathed back as he nuzzled her cheek, "Close your eyes, crazy lady."

"M'not tired." She mumbled, blinking hard as she fought her drowsiness. Sarah reminded him of a little kid refusing bedtime and it made him smirk.

Connor took one last deep kiss from her that drew a wistful mewl from her lips as he pulled away, but her eyes had slid shut under his ministrations and it was only seconds later that her breathing deepened. He chuckled quietly and pressed his lips to her temple as he pulled the covers around them. There would be no disturbing her for quite some time.

"Goodnight, Sweetheart."

His stubborn girl.