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: mentions of Religion, conceal carry, PTSS/D, sexual content [ BDSM related])
You wake up to the morning to snow falling outside the window. Hank's arm is wrapped around you and he's running his fingers down your arm.
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." Hank says with a slight giggle.
"Mmhm." You hum, shaking your head.
Hank moves his hand and you roll over to face him.
"You know that song by Rod Stewart?" You ask.
"Which one?" Hank asks with a smile growing across his face.
"The one that goes," You start to sing, "'the morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age'?" You ask.
"Maggie May." Hank says.
"'But that don't worry me none, in my eyes. You're everything.'" You say, looking at him. "I heard it on the radio while I was driving over here last night. It makes me think of you." You add.
"I love you." Hank says, trying to hide the rose color in his cheeks.
"I love you too. Now, we have to get ready. I need to stop by my place before Antonio's." You say, grabbing his hand.
"Sounds good." Hank says, lacing his fingers with yours.
You slide out of the bed and he looks over at you.
"Go ahead and get dressed, I tossed your clothes in the dryer before I went to bed." Voight says as he stands up.
You get out of the bed and walk out of the bedroom. Walking down the stairs, down the hallway and into the laundry room.
You open the dryer and pull your black jeans, long sleeve shirt, and underwear. You look in the dryer for your bra, expecting it to be in there too.
You stand up and see your navy blue lace bra air-drying on top of the washing machine. You smile as you pick it up.
"Smart man for not putting this in the dryer." You murmur under your breath as you change into your clothes and toss the shirt you had on in the laundry basket.
You head back upstairs and Hank looks over at you as you walk into the room.
"Thank you for not putting this in the dryer." You say, pointing to your bra before you pull on your shirt. You then pick up your phone and check your texts.
"I know my way around a washer." Hank says with a wink.
You look down at the text from Antonio.
Gm! See you at 11am?
"Hey, Antonio said to meet at 11, is that okay?" You say, looking over at Voight.
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