Perfect Storm

Chapter 13 - Just Another Day

"So, when were you going to tell me that it's your birthday?"

Hank's eyes lifted from his desk to rest on Kate who was leaning casually against the doorway to his office, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. It was late and the two of them were burning the midnight oil, Kate to get some paperwork finished on a recent homicide case and Hank to file some urgent reports for Commander Fischer.

His gaze flicked to the clock on the wall.

12:02am. Officially his birthday.

Placing his pen down on the stack of papers in front of him, Hank leaned back in his chair and watched as she pushed away from the wood, his eyes transfixed on the seductive sway of her hips as she meandered towards him. Instead of taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite as he assumed she would, she passed his desk and placed her hand on the back of his chair, swivelling him towards her so that she could seat herself in his lap. Given they were the only two left in the bullpen, his arms immediately welcomed her, fingers of one hand hooking into the crease behind her knee whilst the other came to rest low on her back.

"Happy birthday babe."

With her arms around his shoulders, Kate pressed her lips to his before tracking hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Hank dropped his head back against the chair, eyes closing at the sensation of her lips and tongue teasing his skin.

"How'd you find out when my birthday was?"

Kate hummed, the vibrations sending a tingle down his spine that pooled in his groin, the denim already beginning to get uncomfortable thanks to her delicate ministrations.

"I have my sources."

Hank's palm slid underneath her shirt, enjoying the way Kate trembled as his fingertips danced over each vertebrae.

"Hmm. Is this my birthday gift?"

Kate placed a light kiss to his Adam's Apple before nipping the flesh with her teeth, hard enough to get his attention but not enough to leave a lasting mark.

"Depends on whether you were going to tell me or not."

Tilting his head forward to look at her, she simply raised a questioning eyebrow and waited for him to answer.

"When you get to my age, it's just another day."

Leaning in, Kate sealed her lips over his once more, her tongue laving his lower lip gently before pulling back just enough that her mouth ghosted against his when she spoke.

"Wrong answer."

With that, she shifted out of his grasp and got to her feet, throwing a wink over her shoulder and returning to the bullpen, leaving a baffled and semi-hard Hank in her wake. Shaking his head slightly with a bemused grin, he picked up the pen he'd discarded earlier and finished the last few lines of Fischer's bullshit report, signing his name with a few sharp swipes across the bottom of the page. Shuffling the papers into a manilla file, he tossed them into the top drawer of his desk and locked it before pushing to his feet, switching off the desk lamp and exiting his office.

"Seeing as it's my birthday, do I get to come home with you tonight?" He asked, an amused smirk settling on his lips as he watched her pull on her heavy winter coat.

Kate couldn't help but chuckle, picking her purse up from the floor and turning off her own desk lamp, bathing them both in a moonlight glow. Rounding the desk to stand in front of him, she reached up to cup his cheek, noting with satisfaction how his eyes closed at her touch.

"You can come home with me any night."

Dipping his head down, he pecked her once on the mouth before the two of them left the district, Hank getting into his SUV and Kate into her Jeep as they headed back to her apartment.