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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You turn around to see Voight standing in the doorway of his office. He locks eyes with you and motions you to follow him.
You walk into his office and sit down across from him. Hank folds his hands in his lap and looks at you.
"Yes, sir?" You ask, rolling your eyes subtly.
"Antonio's comment– y'know, about your body?" Voight clears his throat and sits back.
"Yes?" You question purposefully obliviously.
"I'm trying not to sound jealous but why does he do that?" Voight struggles to find the right words.
"He's just trying to make you angry. You don't have to worry about him or that." You lean forward, reaching your hand out to hold his.
Hank sits forward and squeezes your hand.
"I have to meet with a C.I. in about an hour. Meet me at my place at six." Voight lets go of your hand as he returns to sitting back in his desk chair. You pull your hand off the desk and your facial expression changes from relaxed to worried.
"Is this a good C.I.?" You ask.
Voight stands up, grabs his jacket off the coat hook, and puts it on. He walks over to you. You stand and look up at him.
"I don't want you to worry about it." Voight pecks your lips lightly and cups your cheek.
"Hank?" You let out a labored laugh.
"Yes dear?" He asks, holding your face in his hand.
"I love you." You say.
"I love you too honey." Hank swipes his thumb back and forth on your cheek. "Meet at my place." Hank winks causally and drops his hand from your face.
You walk out of his office and grab your bag. Looking around the bullpen, you see Al still sitting at his desk.
"Keep your head out of that business." Al mutters not looking up from his phone.
"Sometimes it's so hard to love him." You say.
"But you do anyway." Al says.
"I'm so in love with him. It's hard to remember so many people hate him." You say.
"People hate Voight for so many different reasons." Al says with a shrug.
"S'pose you're right. Night Al." You nod to him and slip downstairs into the lobby.
You step outside and the grey clouds cover the sky. You walk out to your car and climb into the driver's seat. As you turn the ignition, your phone buzzes on the dashboard. You pick it up and look at the notification.
Voight: Hi honey! Turns out I finished up with this C.I. sooner than I thought. Meet you at 5:30?
You text back: Okay :)
You toss the phone on the passenger seat and put the car into gear. The drive to Voight's house is rather short.
You pull up in front of his house and park. Getting out of the car, you see Voight open the door and stand in the doorway.
"Mhm! There is nothing better than seeing you walk up my driveway." Voight yells as you step onto the porch and walk over to him.
"Mhm, why don't you just tell the whole neighborhood?" You giggle as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into a passionate kiss. He pulls you inside and closes the door behind you.
"I think they already know, I leave the window open when were having sex." Hank laughs as he walks down the hallway. you follow him into the kitchen and lean against the counter, watching him fix you both a drink.
He slides a short glass full of whiskey at you and you pick it up, taking a long sip then setting it back down on the counter.
"Honey." Voight says.
"Yes?" You ask.
"Would you be okay if we just layed in bed and didn't..." He clears his throat.
"Absolutely." You smile softly.
Hank sets the glass down on the counter and walks over to you. He grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. Just as Voight moves his hand to your face a crack of thunder hits the sky followed by a flash of lightning.
"Looks like I'm not going to Molly's." You say, holding back a laugh.
"I knew you wanted to stay home anyway." Voight winks as he pulls you upstairs. He pushes open his bedroom door and walks over to the large window, opens the curtains and pushes the window open.
You watch him as he makes his way back over to the nightstand and starts to unbutton his shirt. He tosses the shirt onto the chair along with his jeans. He turns to you and hands you a black t-shirt.
You pull your shirt off slowly as Voight lays down on his bed and looks at your body.
"Guess the kid was right. You do have a beautiful body." A smile slowly crowds his face as the rain starts to fall harder on the window.
You unclasp your bra and set it on his dresser along with your jeans. You pull the t-shirt on and lay down next to Hank. He pulls you into his arms and kisses the side of your forehead lightly, resting his cheek against your head.
"God I love you." Hank whispers as you settle into his arms.
"I love you so much more." You whisper back.
"Alexa, shuffle my 'rainy night' playlist." Voight says to the Echo Dot that sits on the nightstand. Fire and Rain by James Taylor starts to play softly as thunder echoes through the clouds.
Voight hums the melody of the song whilst rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
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I've been in such a soft mood lately, I really feel like this part is just so intimate and beautiful.
