“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ― Sylvia Plath
✦ “No, don’t look at me like that.” [w/ Alexis]
✦ "No, don’t look at me like that." [w/ Trudy]
✦ "What’s so funny?"
✦ "I won’t leave."
♡ "Why don’t you put that mouth to better use?"
✦ "Are you blushing?"
✦ "I never thought I could love anyone as I much as I love you.”
✦ "You’re an idiot. But you’re my idiot."
♡ "Strip. Now."
☁︎ "Just answer the fucking question."
♡ "Keep your eyes on me.”
✦ "Is that my shirt?"
✦ "He’s not you.”
☁︎ "You’re not sorry.”
♡ “Ten? I only need five.”
☁︎ “Stop pushing me away.”
♡ “Who knew you were this kinky!”
✦ “Never speak of this again.” [w/ Trudy]
♡ “I love it when you scream my name.”
♡ “No panties?”
☁︎ “How do I make you love me again?”
♡ “How’s that feel?”
♡ “What, here?”
✦ “Who knew you were so talented?”
♡ “If you don’t hurry up, I’ll do it myself.”
♡ “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?”
♡✦ "Can you feel what you do to me?" & "It can't be that bad... can it?"
Hello I hope ur doing alright, I'm here to tell what a fantastic fanfic you've written it's so good that it got me invested in it for two days. Pls don't tell me that you've abandoned it. Waiting for another update and thank you
Ahh thank you so much for this 🥰 I think about the characters and stories literally every single day but work and life have had me in a stronghold!
I've been chipping away at Turn Back Time so it's most definitely not abandoned 🙂 I will try and get a few chapters done before I start posting again so you lovely readers aren't waiting forever for the next instalment!
You know that scene where Nina confesses her feelings to Hank? Do you plan on adding that?
Hello! 🙂
Do I plan on adding it to my Kate Meadows/ Hank Voight series? Absolutely not! 😂 Ain’t no messing with my favourite couple.
Do I plan on gif-ing that scene as part of my @shootforthestars-28 account? You bet! Although there is very little of Nina and a lot of Hank’s reaction!
Chapter 17 of Turn Back Time is almost ready to share but, in the meantime, here's a little teaser of what's to come!
“Were my instructions not clear Detective?”
Kate slowly turned on her heel at the interruption, coming face to face with none other than Brian Kelton who had seemingly appeared out of thin air behind her.
“Sir?” She answered, the respectful salutation feeling sour on her tongue.
“I ordered your Sergeant to charge this boy so imagine my surprise to discover you’re out wasting valuable CPD resources trying to secure him a deal.” He replied and Kate had to force down a snort of amusement at the thought of this idiot successfully ordering Hank to do anything at all!
“He was protecting his mother. It’s the right thing.” Kate explained with an easy shrug but her cool indifference did nothing but infuriate Kelton further.
“I don’t care!” He snarled as he stalked towards her like a raging hippo, shoving desks aside in a fit of temper that sent the picture frames and stationary on Kim’s desk tumbling to the floor with a clatter.
“So what? We’re in the business of jailing victims now?” Kate asked simply, casually folding her arms across her chest as he continued to approach her, entirely unaffected by his childish display.
“Listen to me Detective. I don’t give a damn who you screw on your personal time.” Kelton hissed, his face turning an unsightly shade of salmon when Kate rolled her eyes at the predictable barb. “When you put on that badge, you work for me.”
Hailey and Kevin watched on with a mixture of concern and indignant fury as Kate and Kelton stood chest to chest, neither of them willing to back down but eventually Kelton huffed and stalked away, his final barked order to charge the boy muffled by the irritating squeak of his shoes on the floor.
“Bet he’d care if he knew I screwed him on department time.” Kate eventually grumbled once Kelton’s frame disappeared from view, tossing her notepad onto her desk with a sigh.
“Y’all funny but tha’s jus’ nasty.” Kevin said, glancing down at Kate’s desk with a grimace as if in search for bodily fluids.
“I said department time, not department property. Although having said that…” She said with a mischievous grin. “Mind where you sit on his couch.”
We are halfway through Turn Back Time 🤯 This has most definitely been the most challenging of the three books to write, simply because I haven't had as much time to spend writing so I very much appreciate those of you who still like/comment/interact with these stories.
Chapter Fifteen is taking shape and is titled For Old Time's Sake...a little sneak peak below the cut if you're interested 😉
Their assessment of their suspect’s evasion techniques was cut short when Trudy appeared in the doorway of the garage.
“The tap you put on the girlfriend’s phone just payed off. He wants her to meet him at the Red Bridge tonight at ten o’clock.”
It wasn’t a venue Kate was familiar with but, from the knowing look that Trudy shared with Hank, she could only assume that there was a case file somewhere with at least one member of the intelligence unit’s name attached and thankfully she didn't have to wait much longer before Hank confirmed her thoughts.
“Years back, Antonio got into some hot water with a diamond dealer.” Hank explained, casting a withering glare at Ruzek who looked as though Christmas had come early. “Case led us to a sex club called the Red Bridge.”
“A sex club?” Kate clarified, both brows lifting in surprise at the thought of the experienced ex-vice detective managing to get himself tangled in a web of debauchery that, given the nature of his day job, he was all too familiar with.
“It’s a place where people go to have se-“
“Yeah, gathered that Ruz.” She interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “What I meant was what kind of sex club are we talking here?”
“Membership only.” Jay replied with a casual shrug, confirming her assumption that he had been one of the detectives leading point on the last undercover gig. “Light BDSM, swingers, power play…but mainly just Chicago’s elite paying a small fortune to indulge in their kink for voyuerism.”
It seemed that Chicago was no different to any other city she had policed over the last decade in that it was often the richest and most prominent members of society who deemed themselves important enough that they needn't be concerned with abiding by the law.
“I’m guessing that there’s a number of Chicago dignitaries on that membership list preventing us from getting a warrant?” She asked with a huff of irritation, shaking her head in disbelief when Hank dipped his chin into a nod.
“Well this girl clearly means somethin’ to him if he’s meeting her instead’a gettin’ his ass outta town.” Kevin said, folding his arms across his hulking chest and Kate had to admit, the same thought had crossed her own mind the moment Trudy mentioned Dolan’s contact with his girlfriend. After narrowly avoiding capture on not one but two occasions, there weren’t many people who would chance their luck one more time in the name of a quick screw.
“Clearly she’s the one if he’ll risk it all to have her with him.” Kim offered, a rosy blush staining her ivory cheeks when Adam glanced over at her with a wry smile, the two of them sharing a moment before Hank cleared his throat and Kim’s eyes dropped back to the floor.
“That or he’s more of an idiot than we thought.” He grumbled, once again questioning his life choices when he caught Burgess and Ruzek sharing lovelorn looks at one another instead of focusing on the task at hand. “We’re gonna need to get some eyes inside.”
“Yeah but we’ve all been burned.” Jay said, scrubbing an irritated palm over his sweaty forehead. “Dolan’s gonna bolt the second he sets eyes on us.”
“I haven’t.”
Kate had been dropping off Alexis at daycare when Kevin, Adam and Kim had pinned Dolan down at a bar in Rogers Park and both she and Kevin had been watching the front of the house earlier when Jay and Hailey barricaded him in his backyard before he’d managed to flee. It wasn’t lost on Hank that this was the first time that Kate had willingly offered to take a UC assignment since the incident with Pulpo but he couldn’t be sure if it was because she was the only member of the unit Dolan wouldn’t recognise or because she genuinely felt ready but, regardless of her intentions, he was quick to dispel any discussion around the prospect of sending her in alone.
“You’re not going in solo.”
“Who said anything about going solo?” She retorted and for a moment he wondered if she was going to suggest drafting in young Torres for the assignment but, from the impish quirk of her lips, it soon became apparent just whom it was that she was suggesting as her UC partner.
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Don’t know if one shots are open for everyone or just for the winners if you need proof I will send it to you in your dm's
Thank you so much for the lovely feedback! I'm thrilled you enjoy these stories 💛
Finally had some time to get this written so I really hope you enjoy!
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Prompts: “It can't be that bad...can it?" and "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Language, Smut [18+ Only]
“Stop squirming.”
With a huff of irritation Kate reluctantly fell still, her hips encased by Hank’s strong, denim-clad thighs as he sat behind her on the couch, nimble fingers prodding at the tender flesh of her upper arm before slowly peeling away the medical tape that held a pad of thick gauze to her skin.
When Hank hissed through his teeth as he lifted the gauze away from the sutured wound on her bicep, Kate craned her neck in mild panic in an effort to get a glimpse of her injury.
“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad…can it?” She asked, her eyes widening slightly when he failed to answer but her attempt to twist in his grasp was thwarted by a firm yet gentle grip on her elbow.
Ever since she had returned home from Chicago Med after battling with a knife-wielding maniac in a marginally successful drug bust, Hank had been hovering like an overbearing mother hen, steadfast in his refusal to let her undertake any activity that could risk pulling her stitches. As adorable as it was for the first few hours, by the second day of him refusing to let her step foot into district or even lift a damn kettle, Kate's patience was running thin.
“For fuck sake Hank, will you just let me-“
The brief glance she’d managed to get at her shoulder told her that the flesh was an unattractive shade of purple, the two edges of the deep knife wound red and swollen as her skin began to knit back together but he cut her off before she was able to arch away from his body to get a closer look.
“I said, stop squirming.”
His deep, gritty command combined with the strong arm encircling around her waist had the desired effect in stilling any further movement but it also bought their bodies even closer together, his firm torso now pressing against the length of her spine.
The effect he had on her was remarkable. Even the most platonic of touches had desire zinging through her like electrical currents, her nerve endings already so finely attuned to the sensation of his skin against hers. It was as though her body was connected to his by some kind of ethereal tether and, despite the layers of fabric between them, the growing bulge pressing against the base of her spine was unmistakeable.
They both sensed the palpable change in the air but it soon became evident that Kate had felt her boyfriend’s interest when she inched backwards into his embrace with a quiet hum, her mouth tugging into a wry grin when she felt his lips touch the bare skin at the base of her neck.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He growled, palms sliding along her arms as he pressed a series of hot kisses to the nape of her neck, “That’s why I need you to keep still.”
He had purposely kept his distance over the last couple of days, not willing to entertain the risk her re-injuring herself but, as he was slowly learning, it wasn’t possible to deter Katherine Meadows when she had set her mind on something.
Turning in his arms, Kate pointedly ignored his disapproving expression in favour of bracing her hands on his shoulders, shuffling forwards until her knees were bracketing his lean hips. Despite his reticence, the moment her warm, lithe body settled in his lap, Hank’s hands instinctively slipped beneath the hem of his well-worn grey t-shirt to settle on her waist, torn between pulling her closer and easing her away from the prominent bulge in his jeans.
Bright hazel eyes gazed down at deep russet, her fingers toying with the short strands at the back of his head as she leaned in to brush her lips against his in a sweet, gentle kiss. Tracing a path along the sharp line of his jaw, Kate paused briefly to lick a teasing stripe along the shell of his ear, her mouth tugging in to an impish grin when he failed to contain a shiver at her ministrations.
“And I need you to fuck me.”
His body tensed beneath her for a few long beats and Kate wondered if he was really planning to hold out on her until she got her stitches removed but, when his hand slipped out from under her shirt to grasp a handful of honeyed curls and drag her mouth towards his, she found herself feeling oddly grateful that he only had enough blood volume to operate one head at a time.
“Such a dirty mouth.” He muttered in between lusty kisses, his hips involuntarily canting upwards in response to the sharp sting of Kate’s nails digging half-moon crescents into the flesh of his neck.
The hand not buried in her hair began to roam over the expanse of her back, tracing a meandering path along her ribs towards her bare chest, the pad of his thumb brushing the silky skin below the stiff peak of her nipple.
Her head fell backwards with a tight whine of pleasure, exposing the smooth column of her throat to his questing lips. As much as she thoroughly enjoyed his ministrations, Kate was never one to remain passive when she had him at her mercy and so, whilst he was busy admiring the trail of dusky marks his mouth had left behind, Kate’s hands fell to the waistband of his jeans, fingers tugging at impatiently at the worn leather.
Much to her relief Hank gave no further resistance and, by the time she had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, his hand had burrowed beneath the elastic of her thin cotton shorts and his fingers were tracing abstract shapes on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her slick centre. The only reason she tolerated his teasing was because she knew that that the reward would be more than worth it when it finally came but, as ridiculous at it sounded, two days without him and left her somewhat touch starved.
Before Hank she had gone months without sex and, quite frankly, she hadn’t really missed it. But there was something about intimacy with him that made her wild with need and, as she hovered above him, her hands in his boxers and the pads of his fingers edging ever-closer to the apex of her thighs, she realised that perhaps her addiction wasn’t to sex at all. Her addiction was to him, the way he made her feel when he touched her…and that was arguably way more dangerous than simply craving an orgasm.
But all thoughts of her life choices (questionable or otherwise) fell by the wayside when he finally took pity on her and dragged his index finger through her soaked folds, taking a moment to coat his digit in her arousal before gently slipping it inside of her. Without much conscious thought, Kate’s hips intuitively began to match his slow, lazy movements and, when one finger became two, the delicious stretch had Kate’s hips jerking erratically in search of more friction.
“You wanna come like this? Fucking my fingers?” He husked, using the hand in her hair to anchor her body to his as she writhed against him but, even with such little space between them, Kate was still able to manoeuvre him from the confines of his jeans with practised ease.
“N-no…please…need you inside me.”
He was already rock hard and leaking with excitement, physically throbbing with need as she stroked him from base to tip but her breathless plea had him abandoning his plan to make her beg for his cock, swiftly withdrawing his fingers, yanking her flimsy shorts tot he side and lining himself up with her soaking entrance.
Still conscious of her injury, Hank gently took her wrists and placed her forearms on the back of the sofa behind his head before settling his hands on the curve of her waist, drawing her body down as his hips jacked up from the couch beneath him. Her groan of pleasure echoed off of the walls of her apartment when the wide head of his cock dragged along her sensitive walls with every deep, measured thrust, her eyes snapping closed in an effort to stave off the inevitable.
Sure enough, the inevitable hit her like a freight train the moment he slipped a hand between them to draw firm circles around her throbbing bundle of nerves, a kaleidoscope of colours erupting behind her eyelids as her body quaked in his arms. Hank was right there with her, managing a handful of powerful thrusts before reluctantly withdrawing from her tight heat with a guttural grunt, painting both her and himself with ribbons of white hot release before Kate's protesting muscles finally gave way and she collapsed against his chest in a boneless heap.
Neither moved for a few long moments, both breathing heavy in a bid to regulate their rapid heart rates but eventually Kate lifted her head to nuzzle her face against his neck, peppering featherlight kisses to his damp skin.
"This is what happens when you deprive me." She muttered against his throat, her mouth tugging in to a coquettish grin when his chest vibrated beneath her cheek with a quiet chuckle.
Chapter Fourteen of Turn Back Time is well under way... and I see a sorely missed One Chicago crossover in the very near future 😉
If you're into spoilers, there's an excerpt of the chapter under the break! Let me know what you think 💛
The moment her thumb left the button, a sea of red lights appeared out of nowhere as the stream of traffic came to an abrupt stop, forcing Kate to stomp hard on the brakes and swerve onto the sidewalk to avoid rear-ending the white Prius that was already billowing smoke from beneath the hood.
“Meadows? You copy? Kate!”
Hank’s voice suddenly sounded distant and tinny but the urgent panic was enough to prompt her into action, scrabbling around in the footwell to retrieve her lost radio that had clattered to the floor while she barely avoided joining the collision. The dull ache that seared across her sternum was overpowered by the adrenaline surging through her veins as Kate gripped the thin device between shaking fingers, released the seatbelt and shoved the door to her Jeep open, stepping onto the hot asphalt and squinting into the midday sun.
The scene before her was utter carnage. At least half a dozen cars were now a single pile of mangled metal in the middle of the street, many of them emitting a noxious black smoke but it was the black SUV that had veered off of the street entirely and was now upside down in a pile of rubble and glass that immediately drew Kate’s attention.
“Yeah, I’m here…we’ve got a 10-18 at the intersection of Halsted and Cermak, multiple casualties. We’re gonna need as much help as you can get us Sarg.”
She could vaguely hear him confirm that he had received her request before she shoved her radio into the back pocket of her jeans and took off at a sprint towards the SUV. The drivers side window was almost completely crushed but as Kate dropped to her knees to peer inside the cab, a pained whimper confirmed that, miraculously, the driver was still alive.
First and foremost, I'm sorry for the delay for getting this chapter up. I absolutely have not abandoned this story (how could I!?) - it's just my writing time has been almost non-existent recently. But also thank you to those of you who have checked in 🥹
Anyway, Chapter 13 is now up on your favourite platforms. Really hope you enjoy!
I was one of those that guessed correct 🙌🏼 Could I request smut 1 please? Honestly enjoying your writing so much 👏🏼
Well-guessed @r3dskywaterfall 💛
Thank you so much for the lovely comment - I'm thrilled you're enjoying these stories!
I'm not sure why but Hank Voight losing his virginity has been a little plot bunny bouncing around in my head for *years* 😂 So here you go - hope you enjoy!
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Prompt: “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?"
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Smut, First Time, Language [18+ only]
Timeline: Set during C31 of ‘Brand New Day’.
“Hank, do you remember your first time?”
It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve and, after finally getting an overly tired Alexis to sleep, Hank and Kate had collapsed into an exhausted tangle of limbs on the sofa, two half-empty glasses of wine on the coffee table and ‘It's a Wonderful Life’ on the TV.
She wasn’t sure where the question came from but she supposed that it stemmed from her incessant desire to know everything there was to know about Hank Voight. In her eyes, no piece of knowledge was trivial when it came to the enigma that was her husband but, when his body tensed beneath her and her question was met with complete silence, Kate lifted her head from his chest to peer up at him, curious hazel meeting startled russet.
“That’s a subject I ain’t touching with a barge pole.” He eventually grumbled with a huff of amusement, prior experience dictating that these conversations were better had when their house was void of both Erin and their daughter but, undeterred, Kate continued to gaze up at him expectantly.
“Honey, why would I let you get upset about something that happened long before you were born?” He challenged, more than a little baffled at her left-field line of questioning but, when she jutted out her lower lip and muttered a quiet ‘please’, he rolled his eyes and caved like a house of cards.
“Summer of ’84. Prom night.”
Kate pushed into a seated position at his side and instantly he regretted indulging her when she robbed him of the warmth of her body, the soft cotton of his t-shirt instantly becoming cool without her touch.
“I’d had a great football season my senior year of high school and Northwestern had offered me a full scholarship. I guess as a promising Quarterback, I was like catnip for the girls who wanted to hang off the arm of a football player.”
Of course she knew he had snubbed both college and a career in football to follow in his father’s footsteps but she couldn’t help but imagine a young, inexperienced version of her husband in a darkened classroom, locking lips with his giggly date as he battled with the ruffles on her dress with shaky, unsure hands.
“Hank Voight, the cliche.” She teased with a smirk but the cute montage playing in her mind soon came to a screeching halt when provided some clarity on the identity of the young woman with whom he’d cashed in his v-card.
Turns out, it wasn’t his prom date after all.
“Wait…you lost your virginity to your Spanish professor!?” She balked, her jaw going slack and her eyes widening comically when he hiked a casual shoulder as though it was commonplace to loose your virginity to a woman who was probably old enough to be your mother!
“After I took my date home like the perfect gentleman I was, I headed back to school to meet some buddies and she was, uh, waiting for me under the bleachers.”
His teacher was waiting for him under the bleachers!? Part of her wanted to hunt this woman down and knock her teeth down her throat for taking advantage of him but she wasn’t naive enough to believe that even a teenage Hank Voight could have been forced to do something he didn’t want to do.
So instead of letting her fiery protectiveness ruin the rest of their evening, she simply cocked an eyebrow and levelled him with a serious look.
“So…how was it?”
Biting back the clipped bark of laughter that rumbled in his chest, Hank shook his head in disbelief. Of course she would want to get right down to the horny details.
“Fast.” He admitted with a snort of amusement, vaguely recalling how he’d almost ruined his dress pants when his busty, olive-skinned instructor had propositioned him with a lascivious glance over her shoulder, blood-red lips quirked into a coquettish grin as she slowly lifted her tight skirt up and over her hips.
It had been over almost as quickly as it began, stumbling away from her on trembling legs as he fought to catch his breath, his heart jackhammering against his ribs. But she had simply shimmied her skirt back over the voluptuous globes of her ass, pecked him on the lips and left him standing awkwardly in the darkness with her sultry adios cariño echoing in his ears.
When he caught Kate’s pensive expression out of the corner of his eye, he idly wondered what she was thinking. Was she imagining him pinning a faceless brunette against a jagged beam, their quiet moans interspersed with the sound of flesh meeting flesh? Or perhaps she envisioned him looking utterly terrified as a Mrs Robinson-type character dropped to her knees at his feet and proceeded to blow his innocent little mind into the next solar system?
Either way, he couldn’t contain the quiet sigh of relief when the corner of her mouth tugged into a wry grin, her eyes sparkling with genial mirth as she met his gaze from across the couch.
“Well, it’s good to know you weren’t always a stallion in the sack.” She teased with a wink, a pleasant sensation blooming low in her belly when his eyes darkened with lust, a fission of sexual tension zinging between them like an electric current.
“A stallion, huh?” He growled, caging her between his arms as he planted both hands on the cushions either side of her hips, inching forwards until her had her pinned between the pillows and his warm body.
Capturing her lips in a searing kiss, Hank settled his weight in the cradle of her thighs, her long limbs instinctually winding around his body like ivy to draw him down until they were pressed together from chest to thigh.
“You know I saved my best work for you sweetheart.” He rumbled when his mouth left hers in favour of tracing hot, tongue-filled kisses along the line of her jaw and down the slope of her neck, grinning against her heated flesh when she mewled in response and her hips jerked against his in search of sweet friction.
Whatever smart-assed response she had in mind died in her mouth when Hank slipped a hand along the soft curve of her belly, fingertips gliding over the smooth flesh to slide beneath the elastic of her sleep shorts.
“Hank, we can’t…Erin’s upstairs.”
Her protest fell on deaf ears when his deft fingers dipped between her legs to trace slow, teasing circles around her swollen bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers.
“Better stay quiet then.” He whispered with a smirk, clearly having forgotten how they had both almost perished with embarrassment not too long ago when they were caught in flagrante by his pseudo-daughter.
While at least they were still fully clothed, it was a bad idea. It was such a bad idea. But all thoughts of trying to persuade him to wait until they were in the privacy of their bedroom left in rush when he slipped first one, then a second thick digit inside of her, the rough pad of his thumb taking over the rhythmically stroking of her aching clit.
“Fuck Hank!” She whimpered, hands scrabbling to find purchase on the soft cotton of his t-shirt, the fabric bunching in her vice-like grip as she used his body as a counter-balance to her own undulating hips.
“So good for me.” He husked, adjusting his weight so that he could shove her t-shirt up and over her chest, lips quirking into a grin as her dusky nipples instantly pebbled when bared to the cool air.
When he drew one tight bud into the warm cavern of his mouth, Kate released her grip on his shirt in favour of frantically clutching at the back of his head with one hand, the other flying to her mouth in an effort to muffle the tight whine of pleasure that was threatening to escape unbidden in response to his masterful stimulation.
Before long, Kate was dancing along the precipice of bliss, her chest damp and heaving as she gasped for breath, desperate for him to push her over the edge. Releasing her nipple with a quiet ‘pop’, Hank increased the pace of his once-languid movements, propping himself up on one elbow to watch her lithe body bucking and writhing beneath him, face contorted in pure ecstasy.
“C’mon baby, let me feel you.”
He could sense her climax coming long before her slick walls began to pulse and throb around his fingers, giving him ample time to knock her hand out of the way and seal his mouth over hers when she came with a sharp cry, suppressing the instinctive, guttural groans that followed before she woke up the rest of the house.
Easing her back down to earth with slow, steady strokes and soft, easy kisses, Hank was watching her intently with an expression of smug satisfaction plastered across his handsome face when Kate eventually managed to force her eyes open, the flushed skin at the base of her throat pulsing rhythmically in time with her rapid heart rate.
When the fluttering around his fingers eventually ceased, Hank withdrew his hand from her shorts and, with his eyes still locked on hers, lifted his arousal-slicked digits to his lips, sliding both fingers into his mouth with a hum of delight.
Ignoring Kate’s breathy “Jesus Christ” at his salacious display, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the very tip of her nose, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he peered down at her.
“I guess staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?”
“I see your husband’s no-nonsense method of interrogation has rubbed off on you Detective Meadows… or is it Detective Voight now?”
The corner of Kate’s mouth tugged into a grin at sound of the familiar voice, turning on the spot to see one of New York’s finest approach with her squad following close behind her.
“I don’t think CPD could cope with two Voights on the payroll.” Kate replied with a laugh, extending a hand that was taken in a gentle but firm grip. “Thank you for coming Captain Benson.”
I just have a feeling that these two are going to get along like a house on fire and I'm having a blast writing this chapter!
The poll kinda worked/ kinda didn't work as I have no idea who the five people are who guessed right so, if that was you, one shots are open 💛
