Questions And Answers...

I can't go through this again...

Ten minutes later he had parked up and was sat in his car.. he wasn't going out with a buddy...it was just an excuse to not sit cosied up on the couch with her because the way he was feeling right now, he was liable to push her back and do things to that body of hers that were currently residing as porn movies in his head.

In the end, he did end up at Molly's but was surprised and disappointed not to find her there. He messaged her to see if she was coming only to get back a " change of plans." He stayed for one beer and went home becoming even more miserable when it was an empty apartment and spent the night wondering where she was and with whom.

It was after 2am when she came in. He knew that because he was lying in bed, clock watching, listening to her singing softly to herself, every now and then chuckling as if she remembered something from her night and he refused to admit that it was jealously that was making him so irritated.

Next morning she slept in so he didn't see her until later when she came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her.
Normally, he would make some remark about her hair dripping water everywhere but today he sidestepped her, apologizing for getting in her way.

Stella stared at his retreating back, her brow creased, really beginning to get cross with this now. And she was not in the mood for it today either because she was tired and she had a hangover which she totally blamed on him. She hadn't gone to Molly's last night, instead meeting up with a friend who worked at Med and had proceeded to get hammered, oblivious to the hopeful guy in the Rolling Stones T shirt trying to spin her a line. All because what she really wanted to do all night was to go front Kelly Severide and tell him that she needed to get laid by him!

But right now, she was mad and being around him while he was like this wasnt going to help her mood. She had inventory at Molly's later this afternoon so she would damn well get out of his hair and leave him to the "gym" and his "buddies!"

Later, a terse "I'm going to Brett's... and then Molly's " was thrown over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys, leaving him with little doubt she was pissed at him.

Kelly tried to busy himself around the Loft with chores. He opened the washer to find her wet washing still in there and pulled it out, not even realizing that he was smiling. And when he shook it all out checking it was all okay for the heat for the dryer, he had an even bigger smile as he separated her black bras and panties from a few lacey pieces. Holding up a whispy piece of nothing that was a bra, he grinned. Not one he'd seen before! Jesus he'd love to see her in that! Not feeling even remotely uncomfortable or like a sleaze that he was fantasizing over her underwear.

And that's how he found himself opening the door at Molly's, a couple of hours later, a few hours of chores having done nothing to dismiss Stella out of his head or from missing hanging out with her. Hell, he'd just have to deal with feeling this way he had decided, folding her now dry laundry and putting it on her bed.

Stella was surprised to see him and even more surprised that he was asking if she wanted to go out to get something to eat.

Chi cafe..? Seriously? After the last few days of giving her the cold shoulder? He was already making to leave after she told him she was just starting inventory when she put down her pen and clipboard.. ..No... she was getting to the bottom of this, whatever it was with him.

"Hold on. Kelly Look, I know that communication is not your first language, but what's going on with you lately? You've been dodging me and just acting off ever since the fire.
Can you just, for once, just tell me what you're feeling."

Stella's face pretty much gave away her frustration, disillusionment, and bemusement, and for a long moment, she thought he wasn't going to respond.
But she could see his brain computing, just staring at her, and then he started walking towards her, coming to stop right in front of her, still saying nothing.... and stood there looking at her in a way that made her mouth go dry, and her heart pound like she thought it was going to jump right out of her chest. He was looking at her like that..... Like.... he wanted...like.... he wanted her.
Without thinking she put her hand up to touch him and that was it... he was cupping her face and kissing her like he was starving, and her...she...yeah she just dissolved, head, body, everything just melted under his mouth, his tongue licking at her lips and all she could feel was she couldnt get close enough to him and moments later that she had too many clothes on...and so did he.
Her sweater came off as did his and somehow so did her vest. He lifted her onto the bar, naked from the waist up, her tiny skirt in a position covering nothing. She heard the noise, of her ripping underwear, rendered useless, him unbuckling, unsnapping. And then he was on the bar next to her reaching for her, while she was already moving to straddle him.... and he was inside her.

Later.... some heated wildly desperate time later.. when his lips were still buried in her neck, his tongue lightly licking the beaded sweat, she had time to wonder about what had just happened. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, and he was still inside her, although now spent. How long had it been since the last time? And the first time? That had been here too. She must have smiled then, eyes closed, her hands still in his hair, one part of her brain saying..thank you to every god and angel who had made this happen!

There was a moment of awkwardness when she climbed off him, not quite able to look at him, suddenly concious of standing in the middle of Molly's with her boobs out, her bra around her waist, no panties and thigh high boots. And Fuck she had been eager and had let him know it! But he took her chin and smiled at her in that Kelly Severide way that even in the muted Molly light, let her know that what had just happened was a really good thing.

So inventory was blown off. She'd make up some excuse to Hermann about not feeling well and instead was kissed against Molly's door until she was almost faint, the 20 minute car ride home too interminable a wait.
At home he took her by the hand and pulled her into his bedroom where they stayed up far too late, each privately thinking how much better the real thing was than their fantasies of one another.

They were barely able to keep their hands off each other even when they dragged themselves out of bed and finally the apartment next morning, making up they felt for lost time.
And it was that kind of shift. They were late, making out in the car far longer than they should have, almost running over Otis's temporary replacement, Cordova. It was fair to say they were like two teenagers after their first sexual encounter, wanting more and more, but right now, neither were stopping to think about it.
It took Dawson no time to work out that the two were sleeping together, and Stella made it her mission to find a way of cornering Kelly whenever she could because no amount of him was enough, faking calls from their landlord to get him on his own. Trouble, he called her, his heart somersaulting at her careless shrug.
It was only the bells that came between them that day and later that night when she sneaked into his quarters and pulled the blind down, pulling her station shirt over her head, he couldn't help but think as he reached for her that Stella Kidd was just the kind of trouble he wanted.