Flirting with Danger (2/2)

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking,PG Fluff, think that’s it…

AN: Ending to this little request, I really enjoyed writing this so hope everyone enjoys. Love to everyone and hope everyone is safe. xx

Could you please do an Antonio Dawson x halstead!reader where they both like each other but Antonio won’t do anything because it’s Jays sister. And he sees her talking to someone at Mollys and gets jealous? Thanks x

Molly’s was busy tonight, Herrmann in his constant bid to fill the bar with new customers had organised some live music from a group who’s name you couldn’t recall. It meant that a lot of the standard regulars had retreated to the booths around the edge of the bar grumbling about the general noise and new faces.

You were meant to be meeting Sylvie but she’d already called to say she was stuck at the hospital waiting to sign over responsibility of patient.

So, you were sat at the bar, laughing at Herrmann who was trying desperately to identify 3 cocktails that a group of very out of place high fashion women had ordered.

“Try Gin” you fake whispered to him as he routed around for bottles under the bar.

“Gin?” his head popped up to look at you in desperation. “You think it needs Gin?”

“Negroni is Gin based Herrmann”

“You know about this fancy stuff?”

You were getting a bad feeling about the sudden look in his eyes. “Maybe…”

“Help me” he reached out to grab your wrist. “I’ll give you whatever you want, just help!”

You really didn’t want to get up and go behind the other side of the bar, you did not want to get roped into helping Herrmann on what was bound to be his busiest night for months. However, on the other hand you were a little worried about just how desperate he looked. You weren’t sure what he’d do if you said no.

“Whatever I want?”

Herrmann sensing victory nodded instantly. “You got it darling, anything you want”

“Fine” slipping off your stool you went around the corner of the bar and ducked under the counter to join Herrmann on the other side. “You’re going to owe me big time though”

Herrmann didn’t seem concerned about that and left you doing the more complicated orders, one that didn’t just require him to pop the top off a bottle.

In turned out that actually you were quite enjoying yourself, the customers were in a good mood, the music wasn’t turning out too badly and even the arrival of the intelligence division hadn’t upset you too much.

Jay had laughed and simply ordered the most complicated thing he could think off, which, because it was Jay, wasn’t all that complicated. The others had also just grinned, all of them of course apart from Antonio Dawson.

The only one who was managing to ruin your night, because you were fairly certain he hadn’t stopped staring at you since they had sat down. You were doing your best to just ignore him but his gaze almost felt like a weight on your back.

You’d also seemingly gotten another fan because the paused band had come over to the bar and the drummer wasn’t even trying to be subtle about the fact that he was flirting with you.

Unfortunately, he was probably still in college and you didn’t date people who’s combined digits didn’t add up to more than 5. Even so, it was flattering and it hurt no one to indulge in flirting straight back. Nor, considering that you weren’t actually an employee here, did it hurt to take the drink he offered to buy for you.

You made yourself a rum and coke and handed him the beer he’d ordered before leaning over the bar to smile at him.

“I should ask you for ID”

“C’mon darling” he smiled “I'm not that young”

Sure, he wasn’t. Once again though you resorted to the ‘I don’t work here’ excuse. Anyway, you were pretty certain that Herrmann would have checked their ID before he hired them.

“Younger than me”

“I like older women. They know what their doing”

You couldn’t help the laugh at that line, he’d accompanied it with such a fake lewd smile that you knew he was joking. “You’re cute kid”

“I can work with cute”

“Oh you can huh?”

“Hey!” Herrmann came bustling up to your side. “Y/N I ain’t paying you to flirt. Leave the kid alone, he has to play”

“You aren’t paying me at all Herrmann” you grouched turned to glare at the fireman. “and who says I was flirting”

“You weren’t?” both of the men asked at the same time. Albeit with very different reasons.

Herrmann recovered first. “Scram kid, back to your drum kit. She’s taken”

This time it was you to say “what?”

Herrmann nodded his head over to where intelligence were sat and your blood instantly started to boil because you knew full well what Herrmann was getting at with that previous statement.

The drummer had looked over as well and obviously decided you weren’t worth fighting with Antonio for, especially not if he was doing his murder face, which he probably was. Without another word he grabbed his beer and slunk off back towards his band mates.

Herrmann instantly held his hands up in front of him when you directed your eyes that way.

“Not my fault sweetheart” he said instantly, “nothing to do with me…”

“Y/N”

Herrmann trailed off and quickly made himself busy at the other end of the bar. While you slowly turned around to face Antonio.

“What?”

“Can we talk?”

“About what?”

Antonio sighed rubbing his face in aggravation. “Don’t make me drag you out Y/N”

“Try it” you hissed, eyes flicking over Antonio to where Jay was still sat. “I can scream real loud and you know allllllllllll about my brother”

A war of indecision played out on his face until finally resolve settled and reaching over he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out from behind the bar and dragged you behind him towards the door.

Making the most of your previous warning you did scream for Jay who jerked his head towards you whole body tense to run for you, unfortunately he then saw what was happening and a shit eating grin spread over his face as he relaxed and simply shrugged his shoulders in a ‘what can I do’ sort of way.

Antonio pushed you out the door and backed you into the wall of the back of the bar, hand placed on either side of your head so he could lean into you. With any other male you’d be scared, worried about what he was going to do.

Dawson though?

He wouldn’t hurt you, ever. You knew that. It was that knowledge that was keeping you furiously angry instead.

“What the fuck are you doing Toni?” you snapped rubbing at your wrist. “Dragging people behind you like some sort of dog. Acting like you have some sort of right to dictate who I talk to? Who I can flirt with? What gives you the GODAMNED RIGHT!?”

You were thumping rather ineffectually at his chest during this tirade and apparently your brain had decided it was also ok to start crying. You were going to blame that on an over flow of alcohol from the previous night and just too much confusion about what Antonio wanted from you.

“Shit, sweetheart” his thumb wiped the tears away from your left cheek. “Don’t cry”

“Don’t call me that”

“Why not?”

“It isn’t true” you sniffed managing to get your tears under control. “I'm not…”

Your words got cut off because Toni had leant down the final inches between you and claimed your mouth in a kiss that seared you all the way from the top of your head to your toes. The hands you’d had bunched up to thump him now clung to the material of his shirt holding him close to you as he put one arm around your waist and the other tunnelling into your hair.

“You are” he spoke against your lips. “No more of this trying to ignore you or saying it won’t work because of Jay. None of it”

“None?”

“You’re mine darling, and that’s the end of it”

“I'm not a possession Toni”

He kissed the tip of your nose, the arm around your waist moved down, hand palming your ass and cancelling out the sweet gesture of kissing your nose. “Must be the caveman in me darling, he’s fairly certain you are his”

“Really?”

“Totally”

“And what? He’s going to club me over the head and drag me back to his cave?”

Antonio grinned “I'm not adverse to that idea” He seemed to be thinking for a moment. “I don’t have a club though; would you settle for handcuffs?”

There was another loaded statement if you ever heard one. One that you refrained from answering instead lifting yourself up on tiptoe you settled on kissing him again instead.

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Flirting with Danger (1/2)

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, think that’s it... 

AN: Sorry it’s been such a long time since any sort of update from me, life has a way of getting out from underneath me sometimes. Hopefully I’ll have a few fics lined up for the coming weeks. Love to everyone and hope everyone is safe. xx

Could you please do an Antonio Dawson x halstead!reader where they both like each other but Antonio won’t do anything because it’s Jays sister. And he sees her talking to someone at Mollys and gets jealous? Thanks x

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You didn’t choose to spend all that much time at the station if you could help it. Spending time at the station meant having to be around Jay and you had enough of that at home.

It hadn’t exactly been in your life plan to end up nearing 30, with a temp job and crashing in your older brother’s spare room on his pull-out futon. Apparently though life didn’t always go the way you wanted it to and when your previous relationship had ended badly, you’d moved back to the city of you birth and to the one place you’d always be safe, with your brothers.

On top of your dislike of spending more time with an overly protective Jay there was also the fact that the station had…him. He would be there as well and being around him was almost more painful than listening to Jay nag at you some more.

Sometimes though, it was unavoidable, like this morning, when your brother rang you in a hungover panic as when he’d dragged himself to work this morning he’d also managed to forget to take his badge with him.

You weren’t exactly operating on all cylinders either as you grabbed his badge and your bag, rooting around on the kitchen counter for your car keys. The remnants of yours and Jay’s previous evening was still covering the coffee table it included a nearly drained bottle of whiskey, an empty pizza box and a stack of beer bottles. Will had been there as well and the 3 of you had gotten lost in childhood stories and overly embarrassing memories.

You winced as you pushed open the door of the apartment block cursing the sun which had suddenly decided to make an appearance after weeks of rain and clouds. You rooted around in your bag for your sunglasses and shoved them onto your face, fumbling with the lock on your car door which insisted on sticking and dumping your stuff on the passenger seat.

You got the station without any incidents, found a parking space and even managed to get your car locked again without any issues. You left the sunglasses on as you went into the station, it was still fairly bright even in here. Too bright for your sensitive head anyway.

Waving a hand at the desk constable who greeted you, you made your way into the back and up to the right floor.

You found Jay slumped over his desk, arms over his head and muttering under his breath about something to quiet for you to hear.

“Jay” you got no response. “Jay” you tried again a little louder, pushing at his arm.

He raised his head, blurry eyes focusing on you stood in front of his desk. You dangled his badge in front of his face between you thumb and forefinger.

“That mine?”

“Well it isn’t mine, is it?” you dropped it down in front of him before slumping into the chair in front of him. “You owe me big time for this. I’d scheduled this time specifically for sleeping”

“How much did I drink last night?” Jay asked ignoring your moaning and letting his head drop back down to the desk.

“A bottle”

“1 beer would not do this”

“Not beer” he raised his head once more. “Whiskey”

“Fuck…”

That was an understatement. You couldn’t shot more than one or two whiskeys without passing out. Of the debris left back in the apartment most of your mess was the beer bottles. It had been Will and Jay who were enjoying the whiskey.

“HALSTEAD?”

Jay groaned again, but he did drag himself up, when Voight shouted you hauled ass, even if you were riddled with bullet holes. A hangover wouldn’t rank high up on Voight’s list of excuses.

Voight appeared by the desk, eyes flicking between the two Halstead siblings. “Big night?” he directed that to Jay before switching to you. “Y/N, you alright darling?”

His permanently husky voice was actually incredibly soothing to your hungover hearing. “I'm good. He forgot…” Jay’s foot lashed out under his desk connecting with your ankle. You jumped but managed to change your words “he forgot his keys”

Voight obviously didn’t believe the two of you but he let it go, instead reeling off a list of instructions for Jay to follow up numerous cases. The list sounded long and like a punishment even to you, apparently you dropping him in it for forgetting his badge or not Jay was still on Voight’s shit list today.

With one more nod of his head at you he left you both alone again.

“He isn’t happy”

Jay’s eyes narrowed at you, “spilling that I forgot my badge probably didn’t help”

“I didn’t…”

“He knew” Jay interrupted you, eyes flicking towards where his boss had gone. “he always knows”

You weren’t going to argue with Jay, there was very little point to trying, that much you knew from growing up together. Stubborn didn’t even begin to cover it. Instead you made sympathetic noises as your brother gathered up his things and made for the exit.

You waved away his offer of a ride, after all your car had managed to get you here it could get you back as well. Probably.

You were congratulating yourself on getting cleanly in and out of the station without bumping into anyone else when a shiver climbed down your spine moments before a male voice sounded way too close for you to ignore it.

“Y/N?”

Turning slowly, you found Antonio Dawson a few steps behind you. Leather jacket draped over one arm and a small smile on his face. Fuck. Why did he have to look like that? In fact, why was he even there?

“Toni” you held up your car keys “sorry, just leaving”

Of course, your car door chose this moment to once again stick solidly and no matter how much you wrenched at the keys you couldn’t get the lock to turn.

Double Fuck.

“here” Antonio had come up beside you and reaching out covered your hand with his own dropping his jacket over the roof of the car. Moving your fingers away as he took over with your temperamental car.

It put his body very close to your own, enough that you could smell the slightly woody fragrance of his aftershave.

With a final jerk you heard the lock of the door finally click and with a victorious smile he turned to face you, apparently from the look on his own face it was right at that exact moment that he realised just how close he was to you as well.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, reaching up to lift your sunglasses up so he could see your eyes. In his own you could see every emotion that only weeks before he’d been denying existed. That only weeks before he’d insisted could never happen with one of his friend’s sisters.

You were the one who broke his gaze, dropping your head to stare at the floor. “thanks” you muttered reaching for the door handle and pulling open the door, in doing so it pushed Antonio away from you.

“Wait” he grabbed your upper arm as you passed him, stopping you sliding into the car. “just wait” he took a step closer so the side of your body was pressed against his chest.

“Don’t” you were digging the nails of one hand into your palm, trying to remind yourself that following this path would only lead to even more heartbreak. You’d had enough of that for a lifetime. “We’ve had this conversation before Toni, so just don’t”

Antonio leant down, his nose brushing your hair as he breathed in the lavender of your shampoo. Nothing had changed since that conversation a few weeks ago, his reasons for not getting closer to you, for not acting on the feelings between the pair of you hadn’t changed. He couldn’t seem to help himself though, couldn’t stop the almost magnetic force between the two of you.

“Let me go… Please”

He did, he wouldn’t ever hold you against your will, it just wasn’t the sort of man he was.

Instead he took a step back and watched as you got back into the car and after only a brief hesitation left him stood in the car park of the station wondering in many regards if his principles were in fact not worth the trouble.

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