y/n just graduated the police academy and applied to become an officer for the Chicago Police Department. After landing the job at the 21st precinct, you catch a glimpse of the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit.
I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARA...
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(tw: swearing)
The cold, early December creeps into the room. You move a skosh closer to Hank and he wraps his arms around you. He lets out a soft exhale as you touch the tip of your nose to his.
Hanks eyes flutter open, "Waking up next to you, it never gets old."
"I hope not." You say, moving closer to him. Hank kisses you softly as you grin against his lips. He pulls away and the two of you lock eyes.
"I'll go make some coffee and you can get ready for work. Maybe I'll join you in the shower." Hank says, finishing his sentence with a sly look across his face.
"I would love that." You whisper and then wink. Hank slides out of the bed and walks out of the room. You stretch, flip back the sheet and stand up.
Walking into the bathroom, you flip on the light and walk over to the shower. You pull back the shower curtain and twist the knob. The water starts to warm up and Hank walks into the bathroom with 2 cups of coffee in his hands. He hands you one and smiles.
You take a sip of coffee and set the mug down on the counter. You take your t-shirt off slowly and revealing your curves. Hank rests against the counter, watching you and looking over your body. You toss the shirt at Hank and giggle.
Getting into the shower, Hank sets down his coffee cup, gets undressed and gets into the shower with you. Washing your hair, Hank stands behind you and runs his fingers up and down your arms.
You rinse your hair and the shampoo runs down your back. You wash your body and finish up. Hank grabs your arm and pulls you into a passionate kiss and leads into the two of you briefly making out. You pull away slowly and grin.
"We can't do this, we're going to be late." You say.
"I don't fucking care." Hank whispers, pulling you into another kiss.
"Hank." You say, in between short kisses, trying not to laugh.
"Mhm?" Hank mumbles in an innocent tone.
You shut off the water and push open the shower curtain. You look around for a few towels and don't see any.
"Under the sink." Hank says from behind you.
You bend over and reach into the cabinet; Hank grabs your ass and squeezes it. You pull two towels out and hand him one.
You both get out of the shower and start to get ready. Hank walks into his bedroom and over to the dresser. You throw your hair up in a towel and start to get dressed.
Buttoning your jeans, you look over at Hank who was buttoning his shirt. He is wearing a dark, navy blue button down shirt and rolled the sleeves half way up his forearm. Your eyes trace down his body. Your eyes stop on the Sig sitting in his holster and the black jeans that hug his legs.
