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

'Men In Uniform.' Special

Three days later, Friday morning, 6:15 a.m.
Hank wakes up after hearing his phone alarm buzzing. The first thing his eyes land on is Danielle who is sound asleep, Hank looking over her face before smiling to himself. He reaches over to get his phone, turning off his alarm then carefully getting out of bed without disturbing his sleeping wife, Dawson and Olinsky already having left for work since them and the boys needed to get an early start on some fake paperwork for an evaluation the Unit will be getting today. He goes to the closet and quietly takes out his uniform then passes by the dresser, opens a drawer and grabs a pair of neatly folded boxers then heads into the bathroom as quietly as possible.
~20 minutes later~
Voight walks out of the bathroom already showered and changed into his uniform for his meeting at the Ivory Tower, only needing his suit's coat, black tie, and hat to complete his look. He looks at the bed to find Danielle awake and looking at him with a smile on her lips as she lays there, covered with the blanket, Hank smiling back as he walks over to her. He leans down and kisses her lips softly, Danielle kissing him back happily, lightly running her fingertips up the right side of his neck before they pull away. "You're already dressed." She says, Hank chuckling as she playfully pouts at him as she sits up. "Sorry, sweetheart. I was gonna wake you up but you looked so peaceful sleeping and it's earlier than usual for you to be up and having to get ready for work." Hank explains as he walks over to his dresser, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a black tie. "Oh yeah, you have that court room protocol meeting at the Tower today, right?" Danielle asks as she watches his subtly toned muscles move against his uniform shirt. "Yeah, I'm hoping it doesn't last too long. I don't wanna be there all day." He answers her with a small smile, looking at her through the dresser mirror. "Will there be a fake jury?" She asks him softly, slowly getting out of bed as she keeps eye contact with him through the mirror, Hank feeling his face grow warm as he spots her hardened nipples pressing against the nightshirt of his she slept in last night. "I don't think so." Hank answers as he returns his gaze to his tie, undoing it because one side was way longer than the other. Danielle walks over to him with a smile, slowly making Voight face her as she helps with his tie, Hank watching her hands work on the material. "Good, because they would've found you guilty of being handsome in the first degree." She purrs softly with a mischievous smile, Hank surprised by her comment but feeling a smirk grow on his lips as he looks down at her. "Are you trying to get me to stay for a few minutes?" He asks Danielle who kisses his left cheek, making a slow trail down to his jawline on the same side. Hank places his hands on her waist, deciding to lift the shirt so he can feel her smooth skin against his hands as he exhales softly, tilting his head to the right to give her more access. Danielle whimpers happily as she feels her husband's hands tighten their grip on her skin, being very gentle as she lightly bites and softly sucks on a small spot on his neck, earning a soft groan of pleasure from the Sargent. "Is it working?" She asks softly, Voight feeling her smile against his neck as she starts placing gentle kisses along it as she moves down to his collarbone, the sniper undoing his tie slightly to have more room to kiss. He smirks and carefully moves away from her after a minute, the 20 year old whining slightly. Hank cups her face in his large hands, Danielle looking into his eyes like he is doing to her. "I don't know what's gotten into you this morning, but I love it." He tells her lowly as his thumbs brush over her cheeks, Danielle blushing as she smiles and laughs softly. "Must be because it's Friday." She says with a slight shrug, both laughing a bit. Danielle redoes his tie, looking up at Hank again when she's done. He kisses her softly but full of passion, the 20 year old feeling like she's floating for a brief moment as she kisses Hank back in the same manner. He gently bites her bottom lip, Danielle giggling as Hank lets go and the two pull away, catching their breaths. "Make sure you wear a skirt, remember you all are gonna be evaluated today while I'm at the meeting." Hank reminds his wife who nods. "Thank you, I almost forgot." She tells him happily. "Hah, imagine I would've shown up in street wear?" She asks him, Hank chuckling as he hugs her, the sniper happily hugging him back. She loves seeing this side of him, the side of him that is not always defensive, tough, and manipulative towards others who aren't his work family. "You're welcome." He tells her with a smile as they let go of each other. Danielle watches Hank walk towards the room door to leave but she quickly follows and grabs his left hand, Hank stopping and turning to look at her. "One more kiss, please?" She asks him shyly, Voight bringing her close to him without question and kissing her lips sweetly. "Thank you." She tells him softly while blushing, the Sargent kissing the top of her head before giving her a small smile. "Wait." Danielle says after they pull apart and Hank is about to walk off again. He turns to look at her, being met with the her hugging him and kissing his right cheek softly. "Okay, now you can go." She tells Hank who chuckles. "Are you sure?" He asks teasingly, earning a laugh. "Yeah, I just wanted to smell like you before I take my shower." She answers, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Hank gives her one last kiss before walking out of the room and to the front of the house, Danielle watching from their room doorway as he grabs his car keys and turns to look at her before opening and stepping out of the front door. "I love you." The 61 year old tells her, Danielle smiling at him. "I love you, too." She tells him back, Hank smiling at her before closing the door, locking her in. Once she hears his vehicle start up and leave the front of his house, she goes to the closet and grabs her clothes for the day, setting them on the bed as she sits down where she had been laying. The smell of Hank's cologne makes its way to her nose as she moves her hand to grab her phone. The sniper can't help but smile to herself, deciding to text Hank.