Danielle Rodriguez joins Chicago P.D.'s Intelligence Unit. After some time, Hank Voight takes a liking to her, but he isn't the only one. So, what happens when Voight wants to break his cardinal rule of no in-house romance?
A/N: The author does not...
A/N: The episode being used for this chapter is called 'Grasping for Salvation'.
Thursday night "My sweet girl, please give me another one." Al tells Danielle who's about to get up from the couch to take their dirty plates and glasses to the kitchen sink. She gives him a soft kiss before finally getting up, this fifth attempt actually working. "Hurry back so we can finish what we started." He tells her, hearing her laugh a bit as she places the dishes in the sink. "Should I be prepared to not get any sleep tonight?" She asks with a smile as she makes her way back to him, straddling his lap instead of sitting beside him like she had been. His hands reach out and hold her by her waist, thumbs drawing little circles where they're able to reach. "Mhm. Your pleasure is my main focus tonight." He answers, holding her hair back as starts kissing his neck. He happily hums when he feels her gently bite near his collarbone, no doubt leaving a mark. "You look handsome with hickeys on you." She shyly tells him when she sits up, admiring how the little dark spots look on his skin. Instead of saying anything right away, he brings her down to meet his lips before they attack her neck and that sweet spot behind her hear, causing her to moan out very softly. "Not anywhere near as beautiful as you do." He tells her softly once he's pulled away and is satisfied with the large marks he's left her. "Can you please get inside of me, Al?" She asks him with a smile, earning one back. "Well, I was going to keep teasing you, but since you asked so nicely, I think you deserve it." Al says, deeply kissing her while she begins to undo his belt and jeans. He'd been teasing her all day, and the sniper was grateful the team hadn't gotten a case because she would've been doomed. Al blamed his horniness on her, having told her this morning that if she hadn't been working out with Antonio in leggings that he would've taken her back to the car and fucked her brains out. 'You seriously have no idea how fucking good you look in them. I know Antonio was having a hard time keeping focused, too. Every time he had you bend over, he was probably thinking something else.' Al had told her in the locker room. As she's about to pull out his already hardened cock out of his boxers, their phones vibrate at the same time, causing them to freeze. They ignore it and as she's about to set his dick free, their phones vibrate again, Al sighing softly. "No, no, no." Danielle whines as they reach for the devices they left on the coffee table hours ago. "Sorry, cupcake. We gotta go." Al tells her, kissing along her jaw until he gets to her lips, gently nipping her bottom one which causes her to smile. "You owe me." She tells him as she gets up from his lap, both rushing to put on their shoes, coats, and leave the warm home. "Definitely." He tells her before getting into his car after he makes sure she's gotten into hers. "Boss." Adam greets his boss who is the last person to the late night call scene he and his team are responding to. "Hey." Hank says, two patrolmen lifting the caution tape for him as he walks up to Adam. "Got a male, white, 17 years old, took a shot to the head. Victim's been I.D.'d as a Richard Dowd. Son of Frank Dowd? I don't know. Everyone here seems to know him." Adam catches Hank up to speed. "Defense attorney. If you went to court on a major case, you'd know him. Handed me my ass on the stand on more than one occasion." Al explains, walking up next to Hank:
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