Listen to Her || A Chicago P.D. Fanfiction

21

Saturday, 9 a.m.
Danielle is the last one to wake up, blinking a few times as her brain registers where she is. 'Hank's house, guest bedroom....oh my God, last night was...that was real?' She thinks to herself, not moving right away since she's aware they're both laying on either side of her. All at once, the events from last night flood her mind, the sniper feeling herself blush massively as she realizes she's cuddled up between Olinsky and Voight. Both are very much awake and have smiles on their lips as they watch her realize what's going on. "You just woke up and you're already blushing." Hank teases softly, nuzzling his face into her neck, Danielle feeling him giving her neck gentle kisses. "Good morning." She manages to squeak out, both men chuckling before saying good morning back. Al moves a bit of hair away from her face, causing her to turn and look at him as his right hand softly cups her face. Her eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips then back up, biting the inside of her bottom lip a little. Before anything else is said, she feels Hank's mouth moving down to her breasts, kissing all of the hickeys he and Al left on them last night, keeping the blanket and comforter around him and her since there's a chill in the room. Her fingers find his hair, the 20 year old gently running them through it as a very soft gasp leaves her mouth. Al makes her look at him, still cupping her face, and Danielle wastes no time in giving him a kiss. One hand runs through his hair as Hank makes his way down to her stomach, lovingly caressing and placing kisses all over it, feeling every inch of her soft skin, leaving no place untouched. Al moves his hand from her cheek to her neck, firmly holding it as they continue kissing, their tongues exploring each other's mouths slowly. Voight's fingertips find her already wet pussy, smirking slightly as he lays down beside her again, still keeping his fingers there as he watches her and Olinsky pull away. "Hank." She whimpers softly, feeling his fingers running up and down her folds very slowly and gently. "Were you dreaming of us, too? Because you're already so damn wet." Hank asks her lowly before giving her a semi-rough kiss, Danielle moaning into it as he keeps feeling her, pulling away after a minute. "You really need to feel her, Al." Hank tells his best friend who smiles a bit before running his hand down her body until he reaches her pussy. "Oh fuck." She softly breathes out, the two best friends watching as she bites her bottom lip. "Can we?" Hank asks as Al takes his time to kiss her neck. "Yes, please." She answers, both men taking turns rubbing her clit while the other one fingers her slowly. Under the comforter and blanket, her hands feel down their bodies and find both of their cocks already erect as they can possibly be. Danielle begins stroking them, the men softly humming in pleasure. "Your hand feels so good." Hank tells her before placing a long kiss to her left temple, Danielle stroking him and Al faster and harder. "You're gonna make me cum and you barely started." Al groans softly with a smile. He and Hank enter one finger each at the same time, watching the sniper writhing in pleasure between them as her strokes become harder, still keeping the same pace. "How are you both so hard?" She manages to ask with a small smile. "We got to sleep next to you and you're breathtaking even as you sleep." Hank answers, giving her a quick kiss. "How dare you hide your stunning body from us." Al adds with a smirk and a hint of playfulness, also giving her a quick kiss. A blush makes its way onto her already flushed cheeks. After a long few minutes, the three are all so close to cumming, each moan driving them closer and closer. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." Al tells Danielle, Hank agreeing with him. "Me too. Please don't stop." Danielle whines out, stroking their cocks as fast and as hard as she can. "I love how desperate you sound." Hank tells her lowly, kissing her head. "It sounds so sexy coming from you." Al tells her, a moan leaving their crush's mouth. "Cum on our fingers, sweetheart. Show us how much we turn you on." Hank tells her, he and Al fingering her without mercy now as Danielle throws her head back, an orgasm taking over her body with little warning since her brain is clouded with the pleasure she's receiving. "Hank, Alvin." The 20 year old moans out loudly, practically yelling their names as she feels herself cumming hard on their fingers, both stopping their fingering and cumming with her. After a moment, the room is filled with deep breaths as the three calm down, none of them moving. "Oh no." Danielle says with a laugh, the two best friends looking at her after cleaning their messes with tissues. "What?" Al asks, he and Hank smiling a bit, curious as to what she'll say. "I'm gonna be thinking about this all day." She admits, both men chuckling. "I guess we'll behave at Antonio's." Hank says, a giggle leaving the young woman's mouth. "No promises though." Al adds, the three smiling. The two men play with her hair, Danielle holding their hands and drawing invisible patterns in their palms with her thumbs, all three of them enjoying the warmth of the bed. "Do you two want coffee?" Hank asks, Al and Danielle nodding. "I'll let you shower first. Unless you'd like to conserve water." Al tells her with a small smile, the sniper laughing a bit as her cheeks grow pink. "I'm just kidding, well not really, but we'll let you get ready." He tells her with a small smile, him and Hank finding and putting on their clothes, leaving the 20 year old in bed alone once they're both dressed, leaving the room. "I've already set a towel in the bathroom for you. There's already soap in there, too." Hank comes back to tell her. "Thank you." She says softly from the bed. "Do you need help or you'll be okay?" He asks, seeming worried. "I'll be okay once I shower. If you have Tylenol, I'll take some of that." She answers, watching him nod before leaving the doorway. Danielle smiles to herself, slowly getting out of bed, bringing the blanket along with her as she picks up her clothes and heels, making her way to the guest bathroom. Once the door is locked, she gets the water running, folds the blanket and is soon getting into the shower, a content sigh leaving her lips. She begins washing herself, being careful and moving a bit slowly, realizing a great amount of soreness settled into her body overnight. 'At least I showered before the party. That means my clothes are still clean. Good for me so all I have to do is change when I get back to my place.' The sniper thinks to herself as she finishes showering moments later. She stops the water, very carefully gets out of it, then wraps the towel around her, drying herself off without applying too much pressure. Seeing the hickeys on herself while looking in the mirror makes her smile out of shyness, the young woman never having thought she'd ever have any man do that to her. 'I'm happy they're the ones who did them.' Danielle thinks to herself, continuing to get dressed. "This is a first." She tells herself when she's already dressed, feeling strange for being dressed for a party so early even though she isn't going to one. After running her fingers through her hair trying to make it look decent, she walks out of the bathroom and down the hallway where she can hear Al and Hank talking about something from work. "I'm telling you, bro, I don't think Kinsley is gonna get that promotion." Al says. "Everyone knows that. The poor man falls asleep in his patrol car when he's supposed to be out patrolling." Hank says, both chuckling before sipping on their coffees. The soft clicking of heels makes them turn around in their seats, finding a refreshed looking Danielle walking towards them with a small smile. "Your phone has been buzzing like crazy." Al tells her as she slowly sits next to him at the dining table, Hank passing her a bottle of Tylenol, a mug with coffee, the small container of sugar, and creamer so she can fix the beverage to her liking. "Thank you. Eh, it's probably my homies. Scar was texting me last night at the club." She thanks Voight then tells Al, fixing up her coffee. "No lie, it's weird to be dressed like this so early." She tells them softly before drinking the Tylenol pills, both men smiling a little bit at her before silence falls between the three as they finish their coffees. It's not uncomfortable, it's very natural. "Want me to take you to get your car?" Al offers, watching her look over at him. "Yes, please. And thank you for letting me shower here." She answers Al then thanks Hank. "Of course." Hank tells her, taking her empty mug with him to the sink as Al sips on the last of his coffee. "Are you regretting it?" Al asks her, having been watching the sniper fiddle with her fingers. "Hell no. What sane person would regret what we did?" She asks with a small smile, earning soft laughs from the two men. "Hey, let's get going." Al tells her, both saying bye to Hank. "I'll see you two later." The Sargent says. "Be ready to dance!" Danielle says from the front door as her and Al exit his home. "No promises!" Voight says. It doesn't take long for Olinsky and Rodriguez to be in his car and on their way to the 21st, small talk being made as Al weaves through mildly heavy traffic. Another two buzzes from Danielle's phone are heard, the sniper confused as she takes it out of her clutch, the phone vibrating in her hand with María's contact on the screen. "Hello?" Danielle answers the call. "Girl, I've texted you a few times and you haven't responded. Los agarastes (Did you get them)?" María asks. "Hold on." Danielle tells her friend, checking for the text messages. She finds 5 from María and when they load, they become 5 pictures of 5 different articles of clothing. "Yeah, I got them. They're clothes, right?" She asks. "Yeah. So, I found those 5 things and I'm getting them for you. Y no me digas que no (And don't tell me no)!" María answers, laughing a bit afterwards. "Just tell me how much they come out to y te pago patras (and I'll pay you back)." Danielle tells her. "Nope, don't pay me back. Consider them gifts." María says, causing the sniper to laugh a bit. "Alright, well thank you. I really, really, really like that skirt. Is it soft?" Danielle asks. "Hell yeah. That's why I got it. And because I know you don't have any plaid skirts in your wardrobe." María answers. "Are you stalking me or what?" Danielle asks, both women laughing. "Mujer (Woman), I know you well enough. Text me your new address and I'll be there in 15." María says with a smile. "10-4." Danielle says softly, both saying bye to each other before hanging up, the 20 year old texting her friend her address. "Sorry, Al. That was María." Danielle apologizes to Al who shakes his head a bit. "Don't worry. Everything okay?" Al asks. "Yeah, she bought me some clothes and I'm so excited to see them in person." Danielle answers with a smile, looking at the pictures of them again. "Me too." Al says with a small smile, turning into the personal parking of the station. He catches a glimpse of the sniper blushing a little. "Thank you for bringing me, Al." She thanks him with a smile, Olinsky smiling back a bit. "Of course." He tells her softly, Danielle looking around quickly before giving the 59 year old a kiss on his cheek then moving to get out of his car after. Al grabs her left arm gently, the sniper turning around to see what's wrong, her lips being met by Olinsky's for a quick kiss. She feels heat rush to her face as they pull away, shocked Al would do this here at the station being someone working the weekend could see them. Al grins at her a bit before letting go of her arm. "I'll make you dinner this coming Friday at my house, 7 o'clock. How does that sound?" He asks her. "Even if you didn't make me dinner, I'd still go to your house, Al." She says softly with a soft laugh. "But to answer your question, it sounds wonderful. Do I take anything?" She adds, Al shaking his head a bit. "Just your beautiful self. I've got the date all planned out." He answers, watching her blush slightly. "Thank you again for the ride." She tells him again, hugging him then getting out of his car and walking to hers, getting in and getting situated.
~15 minutes later~
Danielle is able to get a parallel parking space in front of her apartment building, hurrying inside and to her place so she can change before María gets there. "Well, I can't teach a Texan dance without the proper attire, eh, this'll do." The 20 year old tells herself as she begins changing into some day clothes: