Chicago Intelligence (reader X Hank Voight)

Part 57

You sit up and see that you have a t-shirt and shorts on, you smile to yourself and grab the cup of coffee off the bedside table. You pick up your phone next to it and see the time, your dad will be there in about an hour. Your eyes dart from your phone to the opening bathroom door. Voight walks into the room, over to you, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dampened.

"My dad will be here in about an hour." You say, looking up at him.

"Good." He shuffles over to the closet, enters, and comes back out fully clothed. You stand up from the bed and walk over to him.

You hum softly as you wrap your arms around him.

"What?" He says, leaning his head to your arm.

"Navy blue matches your eyes." You smile.

"Get ready, I'll meet you downstairs." He finishes buttoning his shirt and you walk into the bathroom to get ready. About 10 minutes later you pop out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Your hair down and make up done. You walk downstairs, into the kitchen.

"Well, look at you." Voight reaches out for your hand and pulls you towards him.

"Look at you." You say as your hand moves from his bicep to his clean shaved face. The smell of his cologne possesses you to grab his cheek and kiss him. His hand one hand interlaces fingers with yours while the other slides from your back down your body, his hand resting comfortably on your ass.

A truck door slams in the driveway and Hank stands straight up, hands at his sides. His face, slightly red. You let out a sigh and meander over to the door. A man bangs on the door similar to how you do before entering with a warrant.

You pull the door open and your eyes meet with an average height man, matching similar facial features as you; your nose, and chin specifically. "Hey Dad. Come on in!" The tone of your voice is bland.

"Hi Honey!" He says, stepping inside the house and pecking you lightly on the cheek.

"Max, this is Hank." You introduce them.

Voight shakes your father's hand, as his arm moves, his gun outline from under his shirt shows.

"You too. I was just on the internet, I know about your history." Max grasps his hand tight before letting it fall back to his side. His eyes move to the outline under Voight's shirt and back to his face.

You break the awkward silence. "So, Max. How long do you plan on staying?"

"Well, I'm here to see my grandson from your sister, obviously not from you." He stares across the landing at Voight.

"I see. Maybe she's planning something for us all tonight, I know she said that she has some big news for us." You say, stepping back towards the door and loudly touching the door handle.

"Yep. Maybe I'll see you later then." He sees himself out and you close the door behind him.

"Well, that was..." Voight's voice trails off as he looks for the right adjective.

"Fun, I think is the word you're looking for!" You say sarcastically. You follow Hank back into the kitchen and hop up on the kitchen counter.

He situates himself in between your legs, facing you. His hand moving from your leg, up your side and back down to your leg.

"What are we doing today?" You ask, as his hands snake around your body.

"I have to meet with a C.I. but after that, it's up to you." He says, swaying you softly from side to side.