Chapter 3

Surprise is a brief mental state that occurs before a person transition into an emotional state, such as happiness, sadness, embarrassment, or fear. This state can be thought of less as an emotion and more as a moment in which a person rapidly and subconsciously evaluates a situation to decide how they should react. And that is exactly how Kelly and Stella were feeling. There was so much to say, but neither one could speak. Kelly opened his mouth but the words just wouldn't come out.

Stella couldn't move she was helpless under his gaze, he made her feel things just by looking at her, things she's never felt before. And that scared her more than anything. She knows she should say something cause the quietness was killing her. But all she really wanted to do was run over to him and kiss him hard and just have her way with him.

Kelly knows he should speak up; he opened his mouth but the words just won't come out. Honestly, he doesn't want to talk he just wants to kiss those lips, the lips he can still feel on his skin. He wants to walk over toward her, but he's paralyzed by her gaze. Could this really be what love was like, could Casey have been right?

"Well, this is awkward huh?" Stella said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She slowly walked toward him, sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Life is funny sometimes, huh?"

Kelly swallowed hard, she was standing in front of him, " God, your beautiful." the words slipped out his mouth. " Sorry, just couldn't help it."

Stella blushed. "It's fine; you're not too bad yourself." She said, as she noticed he was wearing a tighter shirt now, showing off his thick torso and muscled arms, he was definitely in good shape. Everything about him excited her; she could definitely have a one-night stand with him; hell, she'd probably have him every night she was in town. She licks her bottom lip.

He watches her lick her bottom lip. "So, your Stella," he says as he continued to look at her lips.

"Yeah, your Severide," she said. As she stared at his lips.

"Kelly's my first name." He tells her as he licks his lips.

She nods, "You're a firefighter," she says, as she moves closer.

"I am." He replied as he closed the distance between them.

" Me too," she whispers, as he puts his hands on her hips. She wraps her arms around his neck.

He gives her a confused look. "You too what?" he asks.

She brushed her lips gently against his. "I'm a firefighter too," she whispered against his lips. " I'm one in New York."

His eyes widen. "Damn, we don't have female firefighters that look like you here in Chicago."

"Gabby is a firefighter," she tells him with a raised eyebrow.

"She's not hot; you are so sexy...

She captured his lips before he could finish his sentence. He slowly slips his tongue into her mouth, and his one hand moves to the back of her head to deepen the kiss. They break away. "You are really good at that," she tells him.

"I could kiss you all day." He said as he leaned in to taste her sweet lips again. He lifts her, and she wraps her legs around his waist. He turns them so he can sit her up on the countertop. His lips move to her neck as she lets out little moans. He slides his hand up and under her shirt, and he caresses her breast.

"No sex in my kitchen, definitely not," Dawson said, interrupting them.

Kelly jumps back, and Stella fixes her shirt. "Sorry," she said, as she hopped off the counter.

Dawson sighs, "We ordered some Chinese food; it should be here soon. We figured we could eat and then hit up a dance club. I know how much you like to dance. Afterward, we will swing by Molly's."

"That sounds awesome," Stella said, as Dawson grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen.

Casey walked in laughing. as he saw his friend adjust himself. "Don't start, man," Kelly warns him.

"I'm not saying a word."

Kelly shakes his head. "Did you know she's a firefighter?" He said as he thought about her in firefighter gear. Even that turned him on. " A firefighter," he repeats.

" I did know that."

"A female firefighter," he said, in an amused but excited tone.

Casey gives him a smirk. "Severide, we have female firefighters in our district too."

"I know, but they sure in the hell don't look like Stella, we need a female firefighter at 51"

"Gabby is a firefighter at 51," Casey told him. looking at him like he's crazy. " And she looks hot doing it."

Kelly shrugged. "Yeah, but Gabby isn't sexy."

"My wife is extremely sexy, Severide," Casey said in an offensive tone.

Kelly smiled, "If you say so," he sighed. "I can't believe she's a firefighter, a hot firefighter, a sexy firefighter, a...

"I get it. You think she's a sexy, hot firefighter," Casey said, cutting him off. " And if she was at 51 you probably would have trouble focusing."

Kelly thought about it for a moment, " It would for sure be hard, " he admitted " But it would sure be fun, to nail her all over the firehouse." He said as he daydreamed about it.

Dawson pulled Stella into the living room and said, " You need a cold shower," she joked,

Stella smiled, " Sorry, I could control myself, I told you he's like this magnet, I keep getting pulled too. He is more than kind of cute, Gabby. You lied."

Dawson shrugs: "He's not that attractive, he's alright, "

"You clearly need glasses; he is freaking hot."

"Stella, he's not the type you want to get involved with."

Stella gave her a look. "Is he married?"

" No"

" Engaged?"

" No"

"Has she a girlfriend?"

" No"

Stella gave her a confused look. "So he's single, right?"

"Umm... yes," Dawson says as she plops down on the couch.

"Okay, so he's fair game then," she asks as she studies her friend's face. "Is there a reason I shouldn't hook up with him?"

"He's not into relationships, love, or getting to know a person. It's pretty much wham bam, thank you, ma'am. He's all about the single life."

Stella raised her eyebrow, "He sounds perfect to me," she said, as she sat down beside her friend. "Gabby, I'm not looking for a relationship or love—no connection, nothing serious. I just want to have sex—hot, mind-blowing sex—nothing more. And I'm all about the single life too, single is the way to be. So, what's the problem?"

Dawson just looks at her for a moment. "I just don't want you to sleep with him, then never visit again because of him."

"Gabby, that's not going to happen; it's just lust; we are lusting after each other. Once we have sex, because we will be having sex soon," she told her with a huge smile. "It's just sex; once I get him out of my system, I don't want him again. I rarely sleep with the same guy more than twice. Nothing is going to stop me from visiting you. I finally got you back in my life, and I want to keep it that way. "

Dawson gave her a small smile. "Me too, girl," she said as they hugged. "Do you really want him?" she asked, pretty much knowing the answer.

"Yes, I really want him so bad," Stella told her as she giggled. "I can't help it."

Dawson smiles, "Fine, just no sex in my kitchen, or my living room, or You know there's no sex in any other room but his, or the guest room."

"Yes, ma'am," Stella replied. "The showers are okay, right?"

"He has a shower in his room so that one's free."

" Yay!" She said, like a toddler who just got ice cream.

"But, promise me, no matter what happens between you two this week, it won't affect our friendship I love you, and I love Severide too; I just don't want anyone getting hurt."

"I promise, whatever happens, it will not affect our friendship, and neither Severide nor myself will get hurt," Stella told her, as she hugged her again. This was going to be the best week.

Kelly and Casey watched the hockey game, waiting for the girls to prepare for their night out. "How do I look, babe?" Dawson asked as she walked into the room. Wearing a tight blue dress.

"I say we skip the club and go upstairs," Casey told her as he walked over to her. "Damn my wife's beauty."

"She's okay..." Kelly chimed in from behind them.

Dawson flipped him off before kissing her husband. Kelly was laughing, and he turned his head back to the TV. That was until he heard Casey say...

"Stella, you look...

"Breathtaking," Kelly said, as his eyes scanned her body. She was wearing a short black dress that left little to the imagination. "Wow!" he said, as he walked towards her. "I swear God broke the mold when he made you."

Stella blushed. "When you blush, you just make yourself sexier," he whispered into her ear. She bit her lip as she felt him kiss her ear and said, "I want to kiss every inch of you." He tells her as he pulls her close to him.

" You are going be screaming my name later." She said, as she leans in and kisses his lips, she moves her hand down, and slightly pats his dick, he moans, "Do you know how wet I am right now?" she whispered in his ear. "I'm not wearing panties either," she adds, as she bites his earlobe.

Kelly closed her eyes as he fought the temptation to rip her clothes off of her and fuck her up against the wall. "I'm going to walk in front of you so you can watch my tight ass walk away." She told him before, pecking his lips, then turning to walk away.

"Damn, this is going to be a long night." He told Casey as he watched her shake her ass as she walked out the door.

As they entered the club, "You ladies find a table, and we're getting the drinks. You want your usual right babe," Casey asked his wife as he let go of her hand.

"Yes, babe," Dawson replied.

"I want a screaming orgasm," Stella said, looking at Kelly, who was giving her a strange look. "It's a drink," she says, laughing.

"I know it's a drink, but we can forget the drink because I can give you multiple screaming orgasms," he tells her as he pulls her closer. "I'm way better than a damn drink." He tells her as he grabs her ass.

"I bet you are," Stella whispered, feeling herself growing wetter.

"Stop with the eye sex," Dawson said, as she pulled them apart. "Severide, you go with Casey," she said, as she pushed him away. "You come with me." She tells Stella as she pulls her along to find a table.

Dawson and Stella were sitting at the table, waiting for the guys to come back with their drinks. "I have never seen Kelly this way," Dawson said with a laugh.

"What way?"

"Girl, he can't keep his eyes off you."

"You're crazy."

"He has been over at the bar for like twenty minutes and hasn't once taken his eyes off you. It's like he's afraid if he blinks, you're going to disappear."

Stella smiled as she looked over at Kelly, who was staring at her. She gave him a little wave. "I can't wait to fuck him."

"Oh, my God," Dawson said loudly, slapping her arm. "I'm going to need earplugs tonight, huh."

Stella gave her a shrug. "I'm a screamer, and if he knows what he's doing, then yes, earplugs are recommended." She laughed. As Dawson shakes her head,

"This place smells like sex," Dawson said as she scanned the room.

"I know, I love that smell," Stella said as she looked over at Kelly. "It means the possibilities are endless tonight."

"The possibility you are thinking about is riding Kelly Severide tonight. There are probably more ways than one going through your mind," Dawson said, as Stella laughed and agreed.

"Very true; I'm thinking more about his tongue," Stella said with a smirk. "He's one hell of a kisser, so I can just imagine what his tongue could do below."

"No, I don't want that image in my head, Stella; stop talking," Dawson said, as they both started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Casey asked as he and Kelly sat down.

" Nothing,"

"I want to dance," Stella said, as she looked at Kelly.

Kelly took a sip of his beer and said, "I don't dance, sweetheart."

"Is that so?" Stella asked as she took a sip of her drink. "Well, it's a good thing; I have choices," she told him as she stood up.

Casey and Dawson sat there, amused by the conversation.

"What does that mean?" Kelly asked.

Stella gave him a seductive smile. "There are plenty of hot guys here who would love to hold me close while dancing. Who knows, I might even let them do more than just hold me closer," she said with a wink as she walked away from the table.

Kelly sat there for a few seconds. "Damn, she's good," he sighed. "I guess I'm dancing tonight," he tells them as he downs his beer. Giving them a look before walking over to where Stella was.

"Well, Kelly Severide dancing—I definitely couldn't predict that," Dawson said as she watched the couple.

He took her hand, leaning her over to the dance floor. Stella was just too nervous. Her nerves jumped into overdrive when his hands moved to her hips, pulling her close to his hips. She doesn't understand why he makes her feel nervous. She does this stuff all the time, but it feels like the first time with Kelly. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Stella licked her lips as she kept her eyes on him. Kelly decided to take a chance, so he started to sensually kiss her neck. While making slow circles on her hip bones. Stella tilted her head, giving him a better view. She decides she needs to taste him. So she pulled his face up towards hers. Claiming his lips as her own, as the two massaged each other's tongue. Kelly slowly slid his hands up and down her body. Turning her on, more than ever, she was on fire with the want and desire for this man. "God, I want you," he said as the kiss ended. He rested his forehead against hers; she licked her lips and smiled up at him. His heart was beating fast, and he didn't understand what was going on. He felt so alive around her, and he loved the feeling he got when she was in his arms. They kissed again. This time, he slowly moved his lips to her neck while making slow circles on her hips. Kelly finds the spot on her neck, which causes her to moan softly. She had one hand on the back of his neck, and her other hand was rubbing his back. Kelly moved up to her ear, kissing it and sucking it until she couldn't hold on anymore.

"Oh, God," she said, a little too loudly. He smiled as he pulled away.

They lock eyes. "You know on the plane, you said if I found you before you left that I wouldn't be disappointed," he reminds her, as his hand moves up to her breast and he starts to rub her breast through her dress.

She left a lingering kiss on his lips. "Trust me, you haven't seen anything yet, babe." She pulls away from him and walks back to the table, where Casey and Dawson were still watching. Kelly shakes his head as he watched her walk away.

"Well, that was one hell of a dance," Casey said as Dawson laughed.

"I thought you two were going to give us all a floor show, there for a minute," Dawson said, as she stood up. "Well, now that you two are done, my husband and I are going to dance. So, watch our drinks."

"Have fun," Stella tells them as she sits down. Kelly sits beside her, sliding as close as he can. He leans down and kisses her neck, as his hand slowly moves up her thigh.

"I think..." Stella starts to say.

Kelly cuts her off by pressing his lips to hers, silencing whatever she was going to say. "Damn," he whispered, as he felt her naked pussy. His head drops to her shoulder. "You have no panties on," he tells her as his fingers rub her tenderly.

"I warned you earlier." She teased as their eyes locked.

"I bet your pussy tastes incredible." He said as he removed his hand from her under her dress, He licks his fingers without breaking eye contact.

Stella's mind was spinning: "God, I'm so hot." Her voice was low. She had to squeeze her legs close because she was afraid her wetness was going to start dripping on the club's floor.

He kisses her lips, then her jaw, then her cheek, then her ear, " I like giving Australian kisses too, "

She arched her eyebrows, "What?" she laughed, "What the hell are Australian Kisses." she asked, touching his cheek lightly.

Kelly licked his lips, "They're the same as french kisses, " he told her, he could tell she still didn't get it. He leaned in against her ear, as his hand slid down her body, and under her dress, " Their hot tongue kisses, but down under." he whispered into her ear, as his finger glazed her pussy.

Stella had to close her eyes, as his hot breath, blew in her ear, and his finger slipped into her wetness... " Damn" she moaned, wanting this, God did she want this.

"We can leave if you want..."

Stella was about to respond when "you two cannot keep your hands off each other," Dawson said, as she and Casey sat down across from them.

They broke eye contact. Stella gave them a small smile as she tried to calm herself down.

"Are you okay?" Dawson asked, noticing how her friend was acting.

"Um..." she started, "yeah, you know I'm actually really tired." Dawson gave her a concerned look. "I think it's jet lag; I just need some sleep," she told her. Hoping she was buying what she was saying, she wanted to stay and have fun and go meet Dawson's friends at Molly's, but all she wanted right now was Kelly inside her soon—the sooner the better.

Casey and Dawson exchanged looks. "Yeah, I'm kind of tired too; you know, I got that jet lag thing too," Kelly said, looking at Stella.

Dawson rolled her eyes, and Casey smirked. "Fine, you two go back to the house; we can go to Molly's tomorrow," she told them. Knowing there won't be any sleep for them both tonight

Stella gave her a huge smile and said, "I promise tomorrow; I'm all yours." Dawson nods, "Let's go," she said as she turned to Kelly, who was already standing up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the booth. "Night," she said, without even looking at the couple.

"Tired my ass," Dawson said as Casey laughed. "I need another drink, and keep them coming. I need to be completely wasted before I get home," she tells him. Knowing that drunk Gabby would be knocked out once her head hits the pillow. Sober Gabby would want to slit her wrist if she had to listen to the noises that would be coming from Severide's bedroom tonight.