Copnapped

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Erin couldn't help her curiosity; it was like an itch she couldn't quite scratch. She didn't want to get him involved, in fact she would rather he didn't but he was the only person who she trusted to help. That's why she was walking into his office at this time of night. She'd told Jay that she was meeting an old friend, which wasn't entirely a lie. Voight was old-er, and he was a friend. She tapped on the window pane of his office, not waiting for him to look up before barging in. He looked surprised to see her.

"I need your help." She announced, taking a seat opposite him. Voight stopped what he was doing and turned all of his attention to her. She was being straightforward which meant she was serious about whatever it was she wanted. He knew not to play games with her, she was like a bomb about to explode.

"With?" He asked, playing with his pen. She looked out the window to make sure they were alone. They were.

She pulled out the envelopes from her bag and scattered them across Voight's messy desk. He picked one up and inspected it, he couldn't work out what the hell they were doing in Lindsay's bag, or on his desk as they were now.

"Care to explain?"

"That's Halstead's address."

"But that's not his name." He pieced together, he took another glance at the arrangement of envelopes before cracking a smile. "Maybe he got a sex change?"

Erin scoffed, "This is serious, I need your help."

"I don't know what you think I can do, it's mail, why don't you just ask him about it?"

"I did." She snapped. "But I know he didn't tell me the truth."

"The truth hurts kid, maybe he doesn't want you involved."

"Wow, sounds strangely familiar." She retorted bitterly. Voight nodded, that was fair considering all the truths he'd conveniently kept from her. It appeared it was still a sore point for them.

"Hey, I did what I had to do."

She nodded, "I know, doesn't mean it sucks any less." Voight felt a strange sensation, looking across at the girl in front of him he couldn't help but see her for the teenager he took in all those years ago. Always talking about how things sucked, and how life wasn't fair. He smiled to himself. She was still that young girl.

"Are you going to help me or not?" She asked, waiting for an answer.

Voight picked up one of the envelopes and thought about it for a moment. He met Erin's eyes and they stared at each other as if the first person to look away would be the inferior. She was watching his eyes, the one on the left started to twitch, she could tell he was about to cave in, she merely stared harder.

"I'll see what I can do." He said, looking away.

"You have to promise to tell me everything you find, even if you think I can't handle it."

He sighed, which only pushed her harder.

"Voight..."

He nodded, "Alright."

She reached over to grab the envelopes back, he trapped her hand against the desk, stopping her. "You can't take these with you."

"Why not?"

"I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't know you swiped them, and do you think you'll be in his good books when he finds out that you still have them?"

She crossed her arms against her chest in frustration, she hated when he was right. "Fine, but if you're going to read them..."

"I'll call you."

Erin walked herself to the door, turning before she stepped out of the office, "I love him just so you know."

She made her way home, and just like she had been doing every day that week, she acted as if nothing was going on behind the scenes, she slid into Jay's arms in front of the TV and argued with him over who should have to leave the sofa to grab the beers. She kissed him until he agreed that it was his turn to get up, and chuckled to herself at how smitten he had become.

She grabbed hold of one of the cushions that sat upon the sofa and cuddled into it as commercials flashed across the television screen, she'd seen the very same ones at least three times since coming home, and was growing bored from Jay's absence. "Jay?" She called out, wondering what was taking him so long. He didn't answer, so she went to investigate.

He was standing in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter bench top. "Hey, are you alright?" She asked, standing close beside him. He looked at her and passed over a beer. She accepted it gratefully and popped open the bottle.

He still handed answered the question, her words hung over them like a cold winters breeze that wouldn't leave them alone. She sipped at her drink, and watched as Jay did the same. He pulled her into his side, his arms around her fickle shoulders. "I'm fine." He whispered, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to believe him. His phone was face down on the table, and she suspected it had everything to do with his change of mood, but there was no way of knowing for sure, not with him standing right there guarding it from her. She was going to have to trust him even if it killed her.

Jay lay Erin flat on his bed, their beer bottles sat on the floor in the corner by the door, he lifted her shirt above her head and pressed his mouth along her jaw, she let out a sigh of appreciation as he thumbed her ear lobe simultaneously, her hands were in his hair as he hovered over her almost still body. It was like fate how perfectly their bodies fit together, like an immaculate puzzle that had no wrong edges. She pulled him down on top of her, liking the way she felt when they were touching, chest to chest, she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips and pressing her weight against him in a way that drove him mad, she thrived off the look in his eyes, lust mixed with frustration as she unhooked her bra and threw it down onto the floor. He panted impatiently, which made her laugh just seconds before their mouths crashed together in a hot embrace, her fingers tweaked his nipples causing him to bite down on her lip and making her squeal.

Until now they'd looked, they'd even touched. But they'd never given into their urges completely, Erin had always been too scared, too self conscious and worried about her own performance anxiety, but not tonight. Their hands couldn't have been more satisfied as they searched every inch of each other, they learnt by each other's noises, the way Erin would moan every time Jay rubbed his hips against hers, or when Jay would curse like a sailor every time she whispered something dirty into his ear.

So when it came time for the big finale, the pair of them were already covered in sweat, and tired from their heads to their toes, Jay gripped firmly at Erin's bare bum, and she was groaning against his neck, their entire bodies were jolted with electric vibes, Erin felt like she was sitting on the sun, she gasped for air when they finally broke free, Jay laid down against the pillows, searching for his breath. Something he'd lost after the first time Erin screamed out excitedly. He looked over at his girlfriend who laid with her eyes closed tight, but with a grin spread across her face. He leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe, "Love you." He whispered, which only made her smile grow.