Erin's eyes squeezed tighter as the light slowly began to fill her bedroom. In a last ditch effort to evade the morning, her arm mindlessly slid down the bed, searching for a blanket to cover her eyes.

"And you thought I would be the one taking advantage of you." A deep voice teases; pulling Erin completely from the rest she so desperately desired and making her acutely aware of the fact that it wasn't her bed that she was beginning to rub down.

"Shut up, Halstead." Erin groaned as she buried her head deeper into Jay's chest. Deciding that her comfort was worth more than the smug grin she knew was spreading on her partner's face.

Jay obliged and took the opportunity to appreciate the feeling of his partner in his arms. Lately it felt as though Jay spent most of his day fighting the impulse to have physical contact with Erin. Whether it be to brush a stray hair away from her face, to hold her hand as it sits between them in the car, or to pull her into a hug after a tough case, Jay was constantly stuffing his hands in his pockets, fighting the magnetic pull her body had on them.

"We've never hugged." Jay's thought escapes his lips before his brain can stop it. Immediately his head shakes at the sharing of his revelation.

"I'm not a hugger." Erin's voice vibrates against him, still far too tired to lift her head and start the morning. The feeling sends chills up Jay's entire body as he cannot help but feel her leg wrapped around his, her warmth pressed tightly against his hip and her eyelashes fluttering softly against his chest.

"You hug Voight", he responds, causing his eyes to incredulously glare to the side at his own stupidity. "And Olinsky and Antonio." He adds unable to control the thoughts as they spill from his mouth.

Erin exhales deeply, warming his chest with her breath. "There." She mumbles as she slides her hand across him, pulling Jay closer into her.

"I mean its weird right? You're my partner, but you've hugged everyone in the department but me." Jay responds, ignoring her attempt to placate him.

"What's weird is your need for a morning therapy session about hugs as you're lying half naked in my bed." Erin responds as she pulls away from Jay, moving her head up to her own pillow.

Jay's body instantly misses hers as he rolls to his side, eliminating the empty space before it fully appeared.

"We don't hug for the same reason why you are the only member of our team that I would let crash with me." Her eyes lock with his and they both allow the words unsaid to hang in the air between them.

Minutes pass as the two relax into a silence surrounding them. The warmth from the bed is consuming and the sleep that was once so strongly desired is all but forgotten.

Jay is so lost in the moment that he doesn't notice her hand reaching towards him until her cold fingers connect with his throat. He fights the chills that once again pulsate through his body as he wonders if she knows the effect she has on him. He is positive he cannot hide it with so little between them.

"You've never told me what this scar is from. I've always wondered." Her brown eyes drop from his own as they focus on faint line beneath her fingers.

"Someone got a jump on me when I was on my first tour." He responds, wishing away the memory.

"Was it bad?" Her voice drops to a whisper as her fingers continue their dance.

"I survived."

"Good thing you've got such solid back up now." Erin's grin spreads across her face as her eyes return to her partner's, her hand she allows to fall down to his arm as the tension once again begins to overtake the room.

"Is now a good time to address the drooling issue?" Jay's cheeks push his eyes up as his smile engulfs his face.

"What drooling issue?" her once playful eyes drop to a dubious stare.

"Oh come on!" Jay laughs taking her hand and pressing it against his chest, "I'm drenched."

"Maybe its your sweat, can't handle the heat?" Erin questions letting her hand linger.

"Pfff." He exhales, rolling his eyes.

"I wouldn't be so confident. I wasn't going to bring this up, but since we are sharing secrets would this be a good time to discuss the moaning?"

"You're full of it." Jay asserts, challenging his smaller partner. The dreams wouldn't be a surprise; he has had countless in the past. Not remembering one would be a shocker.

"Maybe, but you'll never know." Erin replies, not missing a beat. "I'm actually wondering if I should be offended." Erin's eyes drop down her partner as she rolls to her side, directly facing her partner.

"Were you keeping tabs?"

"Just surprised I guess." The disappointment in her own voice surprises Erin.

The sound of their phones stops the conversation before it could progress, as the pair roll away from one another to check the messages blinking on their phones.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower before we go." Jay speaks first after looking up from his phone. "Need to wash away the drool." He teases as he rises from the bed.

"You wish."

"Maybe I do." He calls over his shoulder, exchanging smiles.

"Hey, Jay? You could do this again, tonight. If you still need a place."

"What about if I don't, need a place I mean?" Jay questions confidence overtaking him as he stands in the girl of his dream's room in nothing but his briefs.

"Well, if you can stand the drool." Erin responds with a grin as she shyly shrugs her shoulders and looks up to the ceiling before returning her eyes to him.

"I love the drool."

"Well, then ok."

"Ok." Jay agrees, his smile once again overtaking his face.

The End.

A.N. – I didn't plan on this being more than a one shot, but I'm in withdrawals and I am having a block completing a story about Jay's first day when this popped into my mind. Thank you to the readers. I wish you all kindness and wellness.

I've been having writers block, feel free to PM with requests or ideas.