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Fandom: Chicago Fire
Main Pairing: Kelly Severide/Sylvie Brett
Warnings: alternate universe; het; mild sexual situations; mentions of cheating; and mentions of drunk driving
Prompt: (Word) Heat
Summary: In which Sylvie Brett agreed to join Kelly Severide in Las Vegas.
together we can just let go
Sylvie Brett stared at him with narrowed eyes. She found herself at a loss of words, opening and closing her mouth a few times. After those failed attempts, she closed her mouth and decided to stare.
“So, Vegas?” Kelly Severide repeated, raising an eyebrow.
Licking her lips, Sylvie found speaking continued to escape her.
A smirk formed on Severide’s lips. Something sparked in his eyes, making the green darkened.
Heart fluttering, Sylvie felt her cheek warm and she ducked her head. Damn Severide and his good looks! It was clear he knew how to exploit them.
He chuckled, moving closer to her side. “You and me,” he whispered, leaning in. his breath warm on her ear. “We’ll have a lot of fun.”
Sylvie knew exactly the kind of fun Severide was alluding to. Raising her head, she met his eyes.
He held her gaze for a few seconds. “Vegas?” he asked. There was a hint of something in his tone that caught her attention. She couldn’t name, but she just knew if he was left alone that nothing good would come of it.
“Yeah,” she whispered, unable to stop herself. Taking a deep breath, Sylvie braced herself for second thoughts.
Severide’s mouth opened. “You sure?” he asked.
Her heart skipped a beat. This was her chance to back out, but she found she didn’t want it. Just offering, made Sylvie certain in her decision. “Yes,” she confirmed.
A small smile appeared on Severide’s lips.
Sylvie’s cheek heated and her knees buckled a little. Severide looked even better when he smiled.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he steered her out of the station. The pair walked down the sidewalk, stopping near Severide’s car – a classic muscle car that she didn’t know the make or model of.
“I’ll follow you home, and then take us to the airport?” he suggested.
Shaking her head, Sylvie counted, “My car will be fine until Monday.”
Severide stared down at her, saying nothing.
Leaning in, Sylvie whispered, “I’ll need to ride to work.” There was a response, and she offered him a coy smile.
His daze dropped to her lips before meeting her eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he was pressed against her. He offered her a smirk.
“Take me home, Severide?” she asked, her voice soft. Sylvie felt her heart race. She wanted Severide. He was attractive with his muscular build, his dark blonde hair, his green eyes, and that playful smirk.
“Kelly,” he responded. “Call me Kelly.”
Sylvie smiled, taking a step back.
Kelly dropped the arm around her shoulders as he bent down to unlock and open the passenger side door.
Offering him a smile, Sylvie slid, dropping her work bag at her feet. She pulled the seatbelt on as she watched Kelly walk around the car to the driver’s side. He unlocked the door before opening it and tossing his bag in the back. He looked over at her, leaning towards her.
“Take me home, first,” Sylvie told him. She didn’t want to be caught making out with Kelly in front of the station. She wanted this to be private – something between her and Kelly for the weekend. Everything else could wait until Monday.
“Where to?” he asked, starting the car.
Sylvie rattled off her address.
Kelly frowned, looking at her with concern.
“It’s a great place,” she told him. “There are hardwood floors, original crown-molding, and a beautiful fireplace.”
“The place might be nice,” Kelly began, concern in his tone, “but it’s the neighborhood I’m concerned about.”
“It’s that bad,” she said weakly. “And the rent’s great.”
Kelly looked unconvinced, but he didn’t say anything further as he pulled away from the curb.
Sylvie watched as Kelly easily navigated the streets of Chicago. It was clear he knew the city.
“Did you grow up here?” she asked.
Kelly nodded. “Born and raised,” he answered with a grin. “You’re from Indiana, right?”
Sylvie nodded. “Small town called Fowlerton,” she added.
“Why did you move to Chicago?” Kelly asked, stealing a glance at her.
She remained quiet for a few seconds, ready to lie about getting cold-feet and leaving her fiancé. Looking at Kelly, she debated telling the truth.
Kelly stole another glance at her, concern in his eyes.
“Why did you ask me?” She needed to change the subject. “We barely know each other.”
His left hand tightened on the steering wheel. They drove in silence for a few blocks.
“I don’t want to go alone,” he admitted as he turned. His gaze was focused out the front window and his jaw tightened.
Something about his words made Sylvie’s heart skip a beat. She could understand that.
Another silence fell between them.
“I was engaged,” Sylvie began, glancing over at him.
Kelly’s eyes widened and looked over at her.
“He cheated,” she continued.
Something flashed in his eyes before he looked back at the road.
“And he left me at the altar,” she explained. “I found out that day .” She released a sigh. “So, I packed up and stole his car. I just drove until I got here, and I figured this was a good place to start over,” she finished with a shrug.
“I’m sorry,” he told her, his green eyes meeting her blue ones.
Her temper flared.
“I know that feeling,” he continued before she could say anything, “well, kinda. My fiancé cheated on him and I found out before the wedding.”
“Oh,” she whispered, her anger disappearing.
“After we broke up,” he carried on to explain, “she got drunk and she wrapped her car around a telephone pole. She was in a coma for four months.”
She nodded, unsure what to say.
“I never told her family,” he added. “I took the hit, so they didn’t get more grief.”
“You’re strong,” she whispered.
He glanced over at her, shock flashing in his eyes.
They pulled up to the curb outside her apartment a moment later.
Sylvie undid her seatbelt before she leaned forward to press her lips against Kelly’s in a quick peck. Offering a small smile, she grabbed her bag and climbed out. She heard Kelly following behind her.
Stopping at the door, Sylvie felt the present of Kelly. He didn’t touch her. She could feel his gaze and a shiver of desire ran through her. When she got the door unlocked, he entered behind her.
“See,” Sylvie began, turning to face him, “it’s a great place.”
Kelly looked around. “There are nice features,” he agreed, “but I don’t think this neighborhood is worth it.”
Deciding to change the subject, Sylvie motioned to her bag. “I need like thirty minutes,” she said.
Nodding, Kelly pulled his cell phone out.
Sylvie moved to her bedroom, leaving the door open behind her. Quickly, she unpacked her work bag, dropping her dirty clothes in the laundry and tossing the wraps in the garbage can. The bag was packed for Monday with clean clothes, new toiletries, and a book.
Next, she pulled out her small suitcase. She looked over her clothes before grabbing a few dresses, her bikini, a few tops and a pair of shorts, a pair of black heels, and a pair of sandals. After a short internal debate, she added a few pairs of her matching bra and pantie sets – when she moved, she hadn’t bothered packing her lingerie. Shampoo, conditioner, and other toiletries were added along with her wallet and her cell phone charger.
Closing the door, Sylvie quickly changed into something more comfortable for the flight. She grabbed a light jacket before leaving her room.
In the living room, Kelly glanced up from his cell phone. “What’s your full name?” he asked.
A few minutes passed with Kelly asking questions to purchase her ticket.
“What do I owe you?” she asked as they were getting ready to leave her apartment.
“Don’t worry about it,” he told her.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him.
“We’ll settle everything later,” he added.
Deciding it wasn’t worth arguing about, Sylvie locked the front door as Kelly took her suitcase and placed it in the trunk. A few minutes later, Kelly was pulling away from the curb and speeding through the streets of Chicago.
“What time is our flight?” Sylvie asked.
“A little after three,” Kelly replied.
She glanced at her cell phone. They had a little over two hours. She sighed. “Looks like we’ll be having sex in Vegas,” she muttered.
In response, Kelly slammed the brakes a little too hard. He shot her a look.
“I’m not having sex on an airplane,” she told him.
He responded with a cocky grin.
Unable to stop herself, Sylvie laughed.
As they pulled into a parking garage, Sylvie was willing to admit that Kelly lived in a nicer neighborhood, but she reserved judgment until she saw his apartment. He parked. They grabbed their work bags before he locked the car. The pair made their way inside. The interior of the apartment complex was nice – and clean.
As she followed Kelly into his apartment, she took in the décor and her eyes landed on a few framed photos – most featured Matthew Casey and his girlfriend, Gabby Dawson. Sylvie wracked her brain, trying to recall what she heard about the three of them.
Kelly followed her line of sight.
“I’m just staying here until I can find somewhere else,” he said before heading down the hallway.
She nodded, familiar with that bit. Kelly was best friends and roommates with Leslie Shay.
“Finding the right place takes time,” she agreed.
Kelly chuckled, stealing a glance over his shoulder before he disappeared into his room.
Sylvie looked around the apartment, noticing the hardwood floors and the granite countertops in the kitchen. There was a lack of crown-molding. Overall, the apartment was nice and cozy.
“You toss your bag on my bed,” Kelly called as he moved from his room to the bathroom.
Walking over, she glanced around his room. It was a normal room – full bed, two nightstands, and a dresser. She changed her mind when she spotted the closet. It was clearly a spacious closet that Kelly didn’t fully utilize. After taking her look around, Sylvie dropped her work bag on his bed.
“You ready?” Kelly asked, appearing in the doorway.
Sylvie looked up, nodding. “Let’s go,” she said with a small smile.