A/N: Here's Chapter 3! The story is completely written and will be about 40 chapters. Reviews are always appreciated!
Gabby woke the next morning to sun streaming in the windows, causing her already pounding head to hurt even more. She rolled over, turning her back to the windows. She snuggled deeper into the sheets, wanting to go back to sleep until her hangover was gone, but her eyes shot open when she felt an arm drape over her side. Kelly.
The events of the night before flashed through her mind. Kelly in the elevator nuzzling her neck. Then him telling her to get the key out of his pocket. The kiss. Him pushing her against the door. Him shedding clothes on the way to the bed, then helping her out of her dress while he kissed the back of her neck. His eyes roaming over her body once she was naked. His constantly telling her how pretty she was; how good she smelled. His gentleness as his erection pushed into her. Him ravishing her body with kisses as he thrust into her over and over again. Them coming together, him breathing her name as she moaned with pleasure.
Gabby held her breath, listening to see whether or not he was still asleep. He was. She let out a sigh of relief and had just closed her eyes again when the full force of the hangover hit her, nausea and all. She quickly threw back the covers and made a mad dash for the bathroom, praying she'd make it to the toilet in time.
Kelly woke up to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. He squinted his eyes against the bright sun and tried to remember where he was. More retching. Shit. Gabby. He'd slept with Gabby. He sat up slowly, contending against his aching head, and then stood up. He padded across the room to the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of water before grabbing the bottle of ibuprofen he had sat on top of the fridge the previous morning when he'd also woken up hungover. He opened one of the bottles of water and swallowed two of the tablets before walking over to the closed bathroom door.
He knocked softly. "Gabby? You okay?" he called quietly.
A groan came from the other side of the bathroom door. "No," came the reply, Gabby's voice raspy from throwing up. "I think I'm dying."
Kelly chuckled. At least her sense of humor was still intact. "Can I come in? I have water and ibuprofen." When more retching was the only reply he received, he slowly opened the door.
Gabby was sitting in front of the toilet, leaning over the bowl, trying her best to keep her hair out of the way while also holding onto the toilet for dear life with her other hand. Kelly set the waters and ibuprofen on the counter and grabbed a towel before crouching next to her. He brushed the hair that had fallen from her hand out of her face before taking the rest of her hair in one hand and rubbing her back with the other.
When Gabby had finished puking, she leaned her head against his shoulder. "This is your fault, Kelly Severide," she muttered. Kelly laughed as he handed her the towel so she could wipe her mouth, which earned him a glare that only resulted in him laughing even harder.
"Here, drink some water," he told her gently, grabbing one of the bottles of water from the counter and handing it to her. As she took a few drinks, he got two tablets out of the ibuprofen bottle and handed them to her. "This will help," he promised.
Gabby was about to take them when she lunged for the toilet bowl again. "You don't have to stay in here, you know," she rasped when she had finished.
"I know," Kelly replied simply. The truth was he couldn't help but feel guilty; he knew she wouldn't be hung over had he not kept ordering her drinks the night before while he poured out his sorrows to her. He passed her the other water bottle, as she'd dropped and spilled hers in her haste to get to the toilet, and handed her the ibuprofen. She took them, then leaned her head against the toilet.
"How much do you remember about last night?" she asked hesitantly, her voice muffled by the toilet.
"I remember everything," Kelly replied simply.
She lifted her head up and looked at him. "Everything?"
Kelly sighed. "If you're referring to the fact that I got drunk out of my mind and then threw myself at you and begged you to sleep with me before we had mind-blowingly good sex, yes. I remember everything."
"Do you regret it?" she asked softly, studying the water bottle in her hands to avoid looking at him.
"Gabby," he murmured. "Look at me, please." He waited for her to look up before continuing. "No. Were we drunk? Yes. Would it have happened if we hadn't been drunk? No. But do I regret it? No." He chuckled. "I don't regret sleeping with my ex-fiancée's best friend, who also happens to be my best friend's ex-wife, but was also one of my best friends."
Gabby chuckled. "What a person to have a one night stand with," she replied. She then looked up quickly. "That is what this was, isn't it?" she asked hesitantly. "You just broke up with Stella and I'm not looking for a relationship…"
Kelly hurried to reassure her as she trailed off. "I'm not looking for anything, Gabby. I'm not going to be ready for another relationship for a long time. We both know how my track record is with those," he snorted. He then grinned. "Not that I'd be opposed to making it a two-time thing, once these hangovers wear off, that is. That sex was pretty good, and I'd wouldn't mind experiencing it sober."
Gabby slapped his arm gently. "Kelly Severide! You're horrible!" she laughed.
Two hours later, Kelly and Gabby had finally recovered from their hangovers and were finishing up the lunch they'd had delivered via room service.
"What are your plans for the rest of the day? Your flight doesn't leave until tomorrow afternoon, right?" Gabby asked.
Kelly shrugged. "Same as the last two days?" he suggested. "Sleep the day away and then drink my sorrows away at night until I'm too drunk to remember anything?"
Gabby rolled her eyes. "I have a better idea. I have another one of those fundraising galas tonight. Come with me." When she saw his hesitation, she added, "I'm sure having you as my arm candy will make it more bearable. And it might even get some of those rich old ladies to open up their pocketbooks," she teased, ignoring the playful glare he threw her way. "Besides, Boden would never forgive me if I let you come back to Chicago with your liver destroyed."
"I don't have a suit." Kelly grinned, "Guess you're on your own."
"Not so fast, Severide," Gabby retorted, grabbing her phone and sending a quick text to someone. "A rental will be delivered to your room in about an hour."
"How did you know my size?" Kelly asked incredulously.
Gabby laughed. "Kelly, you used to live with me and Casey. Not to mention the fact that we used to spend twenty-four hours at a time together on shift. You really think I wouldn't know your size?"
Kelly shrugged. "I didn't think about that."
Gabby stood up and walked over to the sofa where she'd draped the dress that she'd been wearing last night after she'd picked it up off the floor this morning. "Okay, I need to go back to my room to shower and start getting ready for tonight." She glanced over her shoulder at Kelly. "I'll meet you in the lobby in two hours?"
Kelly pouted. "Do you have to leave? You can shower in my bathroom."
Gabby rolled her eyes. "All of my things are in my bathroom, Kelly. So yes, I have to leave."
"Fine," Kelly sighed, really not looking forward to being alone again. He eyed the mini bar. "I'll hang out here with the alcohol."
"Kelly Severide, if you show up drunk, I will never forgive you," Gabby warned as she headed for the bathroom to change out of the shirt and shorts Kelly had let her borrow.