A man and a woman in a bar

'It was Hank's last evening in New York before he would board the plane back to Chicago in the morning. Originally, he had wanted to go out drinking with Erin today as a kind of farewell, but her work, the FBI, had made sure that there was no chance of that happening. Life in New York, Life with the FBI kept Erin quite busy. With little to no time for family.

Thus it was that Hank was now sitting alone in front of a glass of whiskey in some bar - here in New York. Alone. With only his thoughts to keep him company. Thoughts that wouldn't let him rest.

Hank was just glad that his wanderings hadn't taken him to one of the city's cop bars - he wasn't much in the mood for the company of Olivia Benson and her team from the SVU. Or one of the prosecutors.

Certainly not after the way they had parted ways after his last visit to New York a few months ago. You know, the visit that had ended in Olivia's bed. Something he had enjoyed. Well more than enjoyed.

But as soon as he'd left New York that time, Hank had known that he couldn't give Olivia what she was looking for. Stability. A family. Love. Hank wasn't cut out for that - not anymore. Maybe there had been a time in his life for that, for stability. Well, not anymore. And Olivia didn't deserve a short-lived fling. For he could not give her more than that. Or to any other woman. He had left this part of his life behind him. Forever. Still he missed her. Olivia. And maybe, maybe it was for her . . . No, Hank didn't want to think about it. Olivia deserved better. Olivia deserved someone better than him.

While he was wallowing in his inner musings and thinking about what couldn't have been, he didn't notice the woman who was sitting down on the bar stool next to him right this moment.

"Whiskey on the rocks - less ice, more whiskey," she ordered a moment later. And her words made Hank perk up. He knew an order like that, his had been almost exactly the same. Just a couple of minutes ago.

"Rough day?"

"You have no idea," she sighed.

Hank turned around on the bar stool and looked directly at the woman sitting next to him. She was a little older then the women he worked with, a bit older then Olivia, but still even younger than him, he guessed. Blonde. Her hair fell over her shoulders. Dressed in jeans and a tight shirt. Hank scrutinized her. Well, she was definitely nice to look at. Very nice.

"And, did I pass?" she asked.

Suprised Hank looked at her face.

" Have I passed the test? Do you like what you see?" and before he could reply, she reached for her glass, " So can I drink my whiskey in peace now? Or should I stand up and turn around so you can get an eyeful of me? To check me out some more?"

Hank was speechless, he didn't know what to say to that. One thing he did know - this woman - somehow he was liking her more and more. He smiled. And he hoped that the evening would be promising. Spent in good company.

"Hank," he then said, also raising his glass and wanting to clink glasses with her.

The woman hesitated briefly. Then she let her glass clink against his.

"Liz."

"So Liz, would you like to tell me what brought you here and to this whiskey on the rocks?" he looked at her questioningly.

Liz hesitated briefly. She didn't really want to think about Goren and Eames, about the body in the morgue waiting for her in the morning and all the other victims who would find their way to her in the next few days if the detectives from Major Case didn't hurry up and finally catch the killer. No, she didn't want to think about that. The reason she had come here was to forget and drink. She didn't want to think about dead bodies. Nothing that filled her day. Liz wanted to forget! Everything.

"Probably the same reason you're sitting in front of your second whiskey," she replied instead.

"To forget," he mumbled, raising the glass to his lips. Yes, Hank wanted to forget. To erase some things from his mind. Only he knew that if he got pissed now and forgot for a few hours, the memories would rush back to him once he was sober again. And yet - for a few hours, until the morning, he wanted to forget. Everything.

" Yes, to forget. There are days like today that you just want to forget. Or things you've done. Or words you've said," Liz trailed off.

Hank nodded in agreement. Yes, he wanted to forget all that. And so many other things. That was why he was here. With a glass of whiskey in front of him. To make him forget. All the bad things in his life. Things he had done. Things that had happened to him. And the good things he had never done. Opportunities that he had missed.

"We'll drink to that," said Liz and raised her glass too.

They both clinked glasses again. And then Liz drank from her glass, nearly draining its content.

"Another one?" Hank asked when he saw that the glass Liz was holding was almost empty.

"You paying?"

Hank nodded and signaled the bartender for a refill. For both of them. He was a gentleman after all. Well in some way or another.

"Thanks."

Hank looked at Liz again. Somehow - maybe it was just part of his nature as a cop - he wondered exactly what had brought this woman here today. His curiosity had not really been quenched by her few words. What had really happened? What had happened in her life that she wanted to forget. His gaze slid to her hand. No, she didn't wear a wedding ring.

"No ring. I threw that ring at him when I kicked him out. His second or third wife is wearing it now, I don't know, but who cares," Liz said. She had noticed Hank's scrutinizing look, "And you? A wife at home waiting for you?"

Hank shook his head. No one was waiting for him. Hadn't been for a long time. Just an empty bed in an empty house. Or like today an empty hotel room.

"Good," a meaningful smile crept onto Liz's lips. A smile that Hank interpreted correctly. Well, he guessed he interpreted it correctly.

"And, is someone waiting for you? Well, other than the guy who is not your husband anymore" he asked again. He needed to make sure. He didn't want to be responsible for the woman getting into trouble at home because of him. With the man who might be waiting for her.

Liz pondered the question for a moment. Well, there was someone waiting for her. But not at home. Rather, in the morgue, a dead body waiting for her to perform the autopsy. And two detectives waiting for her report. But no one who really mattered. So no, no one was waiting for Liz. Thus she shook her head.

No one was waiting for her - unfortunately. Although today it was fortunate that no one was waiting for her. Today, where she had met this man in the bar. This man who would serve as a distraction.

Later on, neither of them would be able to tell who had made the first move, but in the end it didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were both in Hank's hotel room now. Half naked. Kissing. And about to do other things.

Hank had pushed Liz against the door of his hotel room as soon as it had slammed shut behind them. Liz could taste the whiskey still strong on his tongue as they kissed. He was kissing her deeply, his mouth devouring her, like a dying man thirsting for the last drop of water. He was a bit rough. Still, Liz liked that.

Hank placed his hand on her waist. Almost possessive. As if he wanted to hold on to her, to this moment. As if he was afraid that it could be over at any second. But the thought of stopping never crossed Liz's mind. She really wanted to keep going. She wanted him. And in the next moment, he pulled at her shirt, untucking it from her jeans and sliding his right hand under it up her ribs. His hand moved upwards towards its target. A moan came from her lips as she felt him cupping her breast a moment later, he was toying with her nipple.

This man knew exactly how to touch her. I mean, how he had to touch a woman. God - where had this man been all these years? Liz dug her fingers into his shoulders. She toyed with the short hair on the back of his neck. Hank pressed himself between her thighs and continued to stroke her nipple with his thumb until it stretched hard against his fingers. All the while Liz could feel his hard erection against her thigh. He was big. Huge, very huge. Jesus fucking Christ! Liz was excited to feel him inside of her.

Hank kissed her once more on the mouth before trailing his kisses down her face and neck. Covering her skin with kisses. She moved her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck. Liz wanted more of it. She needed more of it. More of the things this man did to her. Hank kissed down her neck, to her collarbone. He started sucking on her skin. Softly biting her skin until he had left his mark, giving her a reminder of their encounter which had only just begun before he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He wanted to taste her.

Eagerly he undid her belt and popped open the button of her jeans. Hank raised his eyes and looked directly at Liz. He waited to see if she would stop him. If she didn't want him to do that. However, he could see nothing but desire and lust in her gaze.

Liz watched through half-hodded eyes as he slided his hand between her underwear and her bare skin. He could feel the wetness on his fingers as he touched her.

"You are wet for me."

Hank Voight was not a man to engage in long foreplay. At least not at a moment like this when it was all about sex. He only wanted one thing, normally. But tonight he wanted to taste her. Determined, he pushed her panties and jeans down to her knees and pulled her to his mouth. His hands holding her in place on either side of thighs.

He kissed her between the legs, just as he had kissed her mouth before. He caressed her with his tongue. Hank seemed to be very talented - with his tongue. Jesus! Liz could hardly think straight at that moment.

"Hank," she moaned his name out loud, not caring if she could be heard through the door in the hotel hallway or through the wall in the next room. Liz brought her hand up and pushed his head against her, urging him closer. She needed more. He continued to tease her until an all-consuming climax threatened to overwhelm her. She felt hot and it would be so easy to orgasm while he licked her. And for a moment, Liz was tempted to surrender to the moment when the orgasm would hit her. But she wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him, all of him -now.

"Bed," Liz gasped. She was barely able to utter complete sentences, "Now."

Liz pushed him towards the bed until he was standing before the bed.

"Strip", she ordered. Liz wanted to look at him.

Hank pushed his unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders, his hands were shaking - shaking with need. Desire. He needed her, needed to be inside her. And it wasn't fast enough for Liz either. She took a step towards Hank. She reached out her hands. And then she pulled down the zipper of his jeans.

"Let me help you", she half-whispered, her voice laced with desire. And then Liz's hand dipped into Hank's jeans, pulling out his cock. With her thumb she spread his precum across the engorged head of his cock. He was even bigger than she had expected. Hank groaned as she caressed his erection.

"Lizzz-i." Hank felt the arousal in every fiber of his body. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and he knew that if she kept touching him like that, it would be over sooner than they both would have liked.

"Ssshh. Just wait."

Liz pushed him down on the bed and stripped off the last piece of her clothes - her bra- which he had just pushed up when touching her - before she knelt over him. Briefly, she stroked her fingertips over his stomach, downward. She felt his hard abs and then she stopped. Pondering. Liz looked at him for a moment, thinking about what she wanted to do with him first. She wanted to mark him like he had left his mark on her neck. She wanted to tease his nipples until they were hard as a rock. Leaving little bites on his skin.

She wanted to ride him. And taste him. Oh, and she wanted to touch him. To kiss him. She wanted to do so many things. And she knew she only had this one night. A night she wanted to savor until the last second, until dawn. She wanted to have something to remember when she was alone in her bed at night and reaching into her drawer - for her battery-operated boyfriend.

Well, who could say when another moment like this would present itself to her. A man, her, a bar. And an evening that started with a little conversation, drinks and ended with sex. In a hotel room. Sex between two complete strangers. A one-night stand. For too long, the side of the bed next to Liz had been empty - night after night.

So actually, there was only one thing she wanted to do the most.

Lo and then Hank felt her kisses on his skin, her fingernails scraping along his torso. Her mouth closed around his nipples and he could feel her nibbling at them. Biting him.

Hank groaned. An arousing pain shot through his loins. He knew he wouldn't last long if Liz would continue exploring his body like this. The woman knew exactly how to touch him, how to bring him to the edge of madness, to the edge of climax. The release was within his grasp. It would only be moments before he succumbed to the temptation of his climax.

And he wanted to climax inside her. Buried deep inside her. He wanted to feel her enclose him.

"Liz," he whispered hoarsely, "I want you. I need you. Now!"

He didn't want to wait any longer. He wanted more. He wanted Liz. Right now it was all he needed.

He reached for his wallet that he had tossed on the floor within easy reach and pulled out a condom. Better be on the safe side. And as he was about to open it, Liz took the condom out of his hands.

"Let me. I'll do it."

Liz pulled it from the wrapper, placed it on the head of his penis, and rolled it down to the base of his shaft. Giving him a few more strokes. Feeling him twitch under her fingers.

And then she was on him. Finally. Slowly she lowered herself onto his hard cock. Liz moaned as she felt him filling her up until his full length was buried inside of her. Oh, she was feeling Hank's hard cock deep inside her. Him stretching her. It hurt a bit, but she welcomed the pain. And a moment later, the pain was almost gone. Bearable.

"God yes", she moaned and started moving her hips and raising them up and down. Hank grabbed her hips to steady her. But still allowed her to built up a rhythm as she rode his cock. To take the lead.

" Hank, it's - God, Fuck me." Their eyes met. They looked at each other. Hank could clearly see the lust in her eyes. How they veiled themselves. As Liz drifted closer and closer to ecstasy.

And then, silently, Liz's lips formed a few words. Hank couldn't decipher them. Probably another man's name - he guessed. Yet it didn't matter. He, too, was thinking of another woman at that moment. The moment when the orgasm overtook him. Hank threw his head back in fulfillment and closed his eyes while his fingers clawed into the mattress. Liz followed him over the edge just seconds later.

And then they were lying in a tangle of limbs, sated. All the thoughts in their minds were blown away. Thoughts of another woman, another man. Of everything. Only their labored breathing was filling the room. A room that reeked of sex. Very good sex. Satisfying sex.

Slowly they drifted off to sleep.

And when Hank awoke the next morning, the bed next to him was empty. He listened for a moment. There was absolute silence. Liz was gone. But he wasn't surprised. In fact, he hadn't expected any different. Yesterday had only been about sex. To forget everything else for a moment.

However, he would take the memory of last night with him to Chicago.

And maybe, maybe very soon he would visit Erin again in New York and his path would lead him back to this particular bar - maybe. And who knew who would sit next to him then.