As part of the assignment Voight Detective Services had taken on from Giulia Matsudo, Hank had taken Kalinda to the hotel the Matsudo family owned in order to review the customer experience. They had both been pleased to discover that it was a four star hotel, and had several expensive suites. Hank had decided to book one of those since all expenses would be charged to Matsudo via the detective agency.

"This is lovely, Hank," Kalinda said after her first walk around the suite. "Shame it's only one night we've got in here, but we can make the most of it."

Hank spread his arms and smiled. "Nothing's too good for my woman if I'm not paying for it."

Kalinda laughed loudly at his stupid humour. "You're a charming man sometimes, Hank Voight. So, room service food?"

"Room service food and some vacation planning. We need to make a decision on where we want to go so we can get somewhere booked."

"You're right, we do need to do that. We've spent time looking at places. Let's just make a decision and book somewhere. Maybe we can be a little impulsive."

"Impulsive, huh? Alright, we can do impulsive," Hank said.

Kalinda came to join him on the couch he had decided to settle down on. "Why don't I take out my phone, search for places that are hot at this time of year, and we'll go to the first one that comes up?"

"As long as it isn't Australia or something. I'd rather not fly crazy distances."

"Let's see," Kalinda said, typing her request into a search engine. She tapped the go icon.

"Cancun," Hank read, looking over her shoulder. "That's doable."

"Where is it?" Kalinda asked.

Hank laughed. "Where's Cancun?"

"Yeah. I've heard of it but can't think where it is. It's somewhere I've not been, so there's that."

He felt a little bad for laughing at her, but she seemed not to have noticed, or at least not to have taken it to heart. "It's southern Mexico. Picture the closest bit of Mexico to Cuba. That's where it is."

"Geography isn't my strong point. But Mexico sounds good. Let's book a place now?"

"How about ordering room service and we can book while we wait?"

"An even better idea," Kalinda said, getting up to fetch a room service menu from over by the TV.

It took them a few minutes to decide what to order. He ended up opting for a bacon and cheese burger, figuring he deserved the treat, while Kalinda chose a shrimp cocktail. Hank called the order through, adding a bottle of wine.

When that was done, he sat back down with Kalinda. They spent some time looking at different resorts in Cancun before settling on one. Kalinda made a good point that they would likely not spend much time in the place anyway, since warm waters and even warmer beaches would be on offer.

The knock on the door from room service arrived with near perfect timing. Hank was paying for a week at the Cancun resort as Kalinda went to the door.

"Let me know what half of it is and I'll transfer you the money," she said before opening the door.

Hank wasn't going to waste time or energy arguing the point. He knew by now that Kalinda both expected and wanted to pay her own way in their relationship. He expected there would be a conversation about dividing up household expenses in the near future.

With the vacation paid for, albeit with flights still needing to be sorted, Hank took one last look at the pictures of the resort. He was looking at the place where he was going to ask Kalinda to marry him. It made the whole thing feel closer to becoming a reality, and he felt very happy about that.

Over at the suite's dining table, Kalinda was setting out the meal. "Come on, passion fruit. We can't fairly review your client's food if we leave it to go cold."

"Coming," Hank said, standing up. "You know, so far I'm quite impressed with this place. We'd better think of some constructive criticism though because 'we had a good time' isn't much of a report to file."

"I'll go over the room for cleanliness with a fine tooth comb after we've eaten," Kalinda promised him. "And we can also check out the gym in the morning."

They got stuck into their meal. Hank found his first criticism: the food could have been delivered hotter. Overall though, he enjoyed the meal.

When it was over, he went to try out the shower. More positive feedback would be forthcoming. The bathroom was spotlessly clean, the shower had good water pressure, and he had gotten the water hot the way he liked it.

"You'll like that shower," he reported when he emerged from the bathroom wearing only his boxers, ready for bed. "What are you doing?" he added in amusement.

Kalinda was standing on a chair, running her hand across the top of the air conditioning unit. She had black nitrile gloves on, no doubt taken from Intelligence. "Finding what I was looking for," was her reply. She triumphantly showed him her palm, now covered in dust. "I knew I'd find somewhere housekeeping had missed. You can put that in your report."

"Your dedication to duty is admirable, Detective Rai," he said, walking over to her. Before she could step off the chair, he instead picked her up, making her giggle in surprise and enjoyment.

"Put me down! I'm working!" she pretended to object.

He kept her feet off the ground. "Not anymore you're not. You've found a housekeeping fail we can report back on. Now it's time to test out the bed."

"Well you can still put me down because before the bed gets tested I need to test the shower."

"I already tested that," Hank protested.

"Maybe you have. I still need to test it. So put me down, or else."

Hank laughed, still keeping her off her feet. "Or else, huh? Or else what?"

"Or else no treat for you."

"Didn't know I was getting a treat."

"No, but you do now. Unless you refuse to put me down!"

Hank relented and set Kalinda down on her feet, following up with a kiss on the lips. "I was just fooling around."

"I know. So was I. There really is a treat though, so look forward to me finishing my shower."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

As he watched Kalinda take her travel case into the bathroom, he had a suspicion what the treat was going to be. The leather lingerie was yet to be worn, having been postponed until after she moved in with him. Had she brought it with her? He lay down on the bed to wait, feeling his body start to warm up in anticipation. If his guess was wrong he was now going to be disappointed.

Nearly fifteen frustrating minutes dragged by before the bathroom door opened. Hank immediately saw that the wait had been worth it. Kalinda's damp hair was hanging loose over her shoulders, and she was indeed wearing the sexy leather lingerie along with the long leather gloves they had bought at the same time. To him, she looked the very definition of mind-blowing.

"Hello, Mr Voight," she said in a sultry voice.

"Hello, Ms Rai. You look absolutely unreal."

"Why thank you. I do try. Lie back on the bed."

"I think you should put on a show for me first."

Being rougher than was usual for her during sex, Kalinda pushed him in the chest, sending him to his back on the bed. He liked that a lot.

"I said lie back on the bed. That's the only was I can mount you like this." She got onto the bed and sat astride him. "Now, tonight's rule is you can look but you can't touch. Leave your hands by your sides or I'll go and change out of this outfit. If you're good though, I'll let you enjoy all this leather for a long time. Are my terms acceptable?"

Hank was aching to touch the goods, but he was also aching for her to start touching him with the sexy, brand new gloves. "You've come as a little devil tonight. But yes, your terms are acceptable."

"Good," Kalinda said. "Then we'll take it slow."

She began stroking his chest and stomach with her gloved hands. The way the leather felt on his skin and the small noises it made as her hands moved were a huge turn on, not to mention the fact that he had her sexy body right in front of him in the provocative lingerie, and with her hair hanging loose. Kalinda Rai could be a real minx when she wanted to.

Minutes went by. Kalinda ever so slowly worked her way up his body until she was holding his cheeks with her hands and forcefully kissing him. That was often a move she would often make when they parted ways, for example before work. But on those occasions it was always a fleeting moment, enough to excite him but nothing more. This time it was prolonged, and he couldn't have been more ready for sex. Or so he thought.

After a few minutes of kissing, Kalinda relented and sat up.

"Ahhh. God damn, you're so hot. And such a good kisser," he said.

Her next move surprised him. She stuck two finger of her right hand into his mouth, forcibly silencing him and making him taste the leather. She had briefly stuck a finger in his mouth before too, he remembered, so she had been toying with this. Having the gloved fingers in his mouth was yet another turn on.

"Sshhh," she instructed. "New rule, for the time being: no talking. I know you obsess about my leather gloves almost as much as you do about my boots. You've had my boot in your mouth before and I know you enjoyed it, so let's see how you cope with this."

She leant over him, and started kissing and nibbling his neck, keeping the fingers in his mouth. Her hair fell over his face, smelling delightful as it was freshly washed. He could have bitten her fingers if he had really wanted to, but short of that he couldn't do much with his mouth. Certainly talking wasn't an option. His mouth was filling with the taste of leather, and he could smell the glove too. Her kisses and nibbles felt so nice on his neck, and her gorgeous long hair that always turned him...

Hank felt himself ejaculating. God damn his old age, he thought, but he went with it, enjoying the climax and gagging on her fingers which she stubbornly left in place as he moaned loudly. Only when he was done did she remove them.

"You enjoyed, sir?" she said in the accent he found wonderful no matter the situation, even more so in this one.

"Enjoyed?" he gasped. "Think I nearly had a heart attack, in a good way if that's possible. Sorry I... uh..." finished so soon, he couldn't make himself say.

"Don't worry, passion fruit. Rest and recharge. We've got all night, and I'm not going to change any time soon so long as you don't try to touch."

"No touching," he promised.

As it turned out, Kalinda wore the lingerie outfit for him for several hours. By the time she emerged from the bathroom after changing out of it, Hank was totally exhausted, but he had memories that would last him the rest of his days. She knew exactly what to do to get him off, and she was so damn good at it.

"Sleep time now," she suggested.

"Definitely," he said, crawling under the covers.

Kalinda leaned over the bed and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Hank? Thank you for tonight."

That woke him back up, for a moment at least. "After that, you're thanking me?"

"Yes, I am. You don't know how it makes me feel that you find me so sexy. The burning desire you have for me, I've always wanted someone to feel that way about me but no one ever did. Until you can along. I love you. I love you so much."

Her ex-husband had to be the single dumbest son of a bitch on the face of the planet, Hank thought. But that clown's loss was Hank's gain. And what a gain it was.

"I love you just as much, Kalinda. I love everything about you, not just how hot you are. You're... I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Can't imagine that not happening at this point."

"Neither can I. Not sure how I could live without you now." She sat down on the bed beside him and he forced his tiredness aside to sit up. "Would you ever get married again, Hank?"

Oh God, he thought. This wasn't the time or place he had intended what he felt was coming to happen. But he went with the moment because it felt so special. It felt right.

"I would. If you'd marry you."

"I'd love to marry you," she said without hesitation. "It would be a dream come true."

A/N: Not at all what Hank had been planning, but we have a proposal and an acceptance! Hank and Kalinda are engaged to be married.