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In the Echoes of Silence A Quest for Redemption	By : Erinlindsay97 Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Crossovers Views: 42 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago PD or it's characters, just the plot and my OCS.

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triggee warning: Sex

Erin stood before the bathroom mirror for hours, staring at her reflection. She swallowed hard, lost in thought. Three weeks had passed since her abduction and rape, two since she'd moved in with Voight. He kept a watchful eye on her, ensuring her safety.
Justin had another week before returning to military duty. Their bond had deepened; he was always present to check on Erin and comfort her during nightmares.
A knock on the door interrupted her reverie. "Erin, are you okay?" Justin inquired from outside. "You've been in there for quite a while."
"I'm fine," Erin replied, shaking her head as she finished her makeup. She was returning to work after a period of rest at home, which she found unpleasant. However, having Justin's companionship made it bearable.
Erin opened the door to find Justin standing shirtless, eliciting a blush from her. "Put on a shirt," she said as she stepped past him.
"Sorry, but someone's hogging the bathroom," Justin replied with a grin, taking her hand.
Usually, Erin would have pulled away and panicked, but she realized that Justin wasn't a danger to her, and she felt foolish for fearing him. It was understandable, given her past.
"I don't hug the bathroom," Erin said with a laugh.
"Then who would do it if it wasn't you?" Justin asked, drawing her into his embrace as she rested her head on his chest. "I don't know, a ghost," she joked, feeling his lips on her hair.
They stood in comfortable silence for several minutes. It had become a shared experience between them, a moment of safety for Erin. As she closed her eyes, she sensed her heartbeat quickening, something that had been happening more frequently of late.
"Ready to go back to work?" Justin asked, leaning close to her.
"Yeah," Erin whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty.
"Are you sure?" Justin asked, pulling back to look her in the eye.
Erin nodded slowly. "I think so," she said with a frown. "What if the others look at me differently? Or treat me like an outsider?" she asked softly, her eyes downcast. "Voight and my team would never treat me differently, but I'm worried about the others."
Justin placed a gentle hand on her cheek, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You'll be fine. Your team cares about you deeply. They might be more watchful, and I don't blame them."
"If it keeps you safe, I don't mind," Justin said, Erin opened her mouth to respond, but Justin silenced her with a kiss.
Erin's wide eyes met Justin's as he pressed his lips against hers. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind in turmoil. Part of her urged her to resist, but another craved his embrace.
Unable to resist, Erin's arms tightened around Justin's neck. A soft moan escaped her as his hands caressed her back. She knew she should stop him, but she found herself unable to. Justin's hands moved upward, pinning her against the wall as he thrust his hips against hers.
"Justin... Justin..." she whispered against his lips, feeling a warmth between her legs.
When he heard her murmur his name, Justin broke away. "I'm sorry, I..." he began. But Erin cut him off. Despite the recent trauma she had endured, her body betrayed her. "It's okay," she whispered, pulling him into another kiss.
Erin's arms tightened around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands slid down her jeans. "Justin, I need you," she whispered against his lips, her body ablaze with desire.
Justin placed a gentle kiss on her neck, his hand caressing her lower back. "Are you sure?" he asked softly. He would do anything for Erin, but he didn't want to hurt her. He wasn't sure what this would mean for either of them.
"I'm positive," Erin gasped as Justin's lips grazed her neck. "Please...it will help me rebuild my confidence." She was relieved that Voight was already at work.
Justin stepped back and lifted her into his arms. It wouldn't hurt to have sex with Erin once, he reasoned. It might be the closest he could get to her until he was ready to confess his feelings. And he only had a week left.
Erin's arms tightened around Justin's neck as he carried her towards his bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed.
Justin carefully climbed atop Erin, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt. As his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, he felt her hips thrusting against his body, their moans mingling in the air. "If you need me to stop, just say so," he whispered against her soft skin.
Erin nodded and spread her legs as he lowered her jeans. "I will... Please," she whispered, her hand sliding down Justin's waist to unbuckle his sweatpants.
Justin's breath caught in his throat as Erin grasped his throbbing cock. "I'll be quick," he muttered, pulling down his sweatpants, revealing his bare flesh.
Erin wrapped her legs around his waist and bit her lip as Justin guided his cock inside her. Soft groans escaped her as he gently thrust.
"Ready?" Justin whispered softly, his voice tinged with anticipation as his cock gently entered Erin's depths. His heart pounded erratically as he settled inside her.
Erin nodded, her hips swaying against his. "Yes." A soft moan escaped her lips as Justin began his rhythmic thrusts. "Fuck me, please..." she pleaded. Justin's groans punctuated the air as he thrust harder, his body responding to the arousal of the woman beneath him.
Erin's fingers tightened around the sheets as Justin's movements intensified. "Justin," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and trepidation. She tried to quell the fleeting images of Henley that flickered through her mind, threatening to break her concentration.
"Can you fuck me harder?" Erin asked, her legs entwining around his back. Justin was oblivious to the glimmer of fear in her hazel eyes as he leaned in to kiss her neck.
Justin's pace quickened at Erin's request, his thrusts growing more forceful. His groans grew louder as the heat of the moment consumed him.
Erin gripped the sheets tightly, moans escaping her lips. "Fuck me like that...," she gasped when Justin's thrusts became rough and hard.
Justin groaned as he drove his cock deep inside Erin, who fought back tears of fear. She didn't want him to stop, because she knew if he did, he would feel guilty.
As if reading her mind, Justin paused his thrusting and looked into her hazel eyes with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, worried that he had hurt her.
Erin nodded slowly, her mind flashing back to the time she was tied against the bed in Tawny's house. Justin understood without words and gently withdrew from the brunette, whose legs loosened around his waist.
Justin lay on his bed, watching sweat trickle down Erin's face. "Erin...," he whispered, guilt gnawing at him. The brunette shook her head.
Erin lay on her back, her eyes closed as she swallowed. "I'm... I'm..." she struggled to find the right words, feeling guilty for making Justin think he had hurt her. "I'm okay, Justin. I'm sorry," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Hey, hey," Justin soothed, taking her hand and pulling her into his arms. "Don't apologize. I'm sorry if I did something to hurt you."
Erin shook her head. "No, I should apologize. I thought I could handle it, but I froze in fear," she said, looking up at Justin. "You were amazing. I wouldn't mind doing something like this again, but maybe we should wait until..." She trailed off, unsure of what to say.
Justin stood up from the bed and pulled on his pants. "If you want to try again later or when you feel comfortable, I'm here for you," he said gently, helping her off the bed. "And it doesn't have to mean anything.”
"But I want it to mean something," Erin whispered, placing her hand on his chest. "I mean, I want it to be special between us, not just a fling."
Justin's heart skipped a beat as he considered Erin's words. Did she want a relationship or just a casual encounter? He was open to either option.
"Do you... maybe want to try being boyfriend and girlfriend?" Erin asked softly, her gaze locking with his hopeful blue eyes.
Justin paused, unsure how to respond. He glanced at the clock, knowing Erin would be late for work if she didn't leave soon.
"If that's what you want, we can give it a try," Justin said more quickly than intended. Erin didn't seem to mind.
"Great!" she exclaimed. "Maybe we can meet at Molly's after I finish work?”
Erin hadn't returned to Molly's since the incident. She feared facing others, particularly her close friends.
"Sounds good," Justin replied, donning jeans and a T-shirt. "I'm running errands and can drop you at work."
Erin nodded, getting dressed and styling her hair. "Let's go before Hank worries," she whispered.
"He won't mind a bit of tardiness on your first day back," Justin reassured her.
"True, but I don't wish to be late and want to inquire about the case and the Clifford's well-being," Erin said, eager to learn of Kayla's condition.
Justin frowned, concerned about Erin's thoughts on the case his father had closed. "Perhaps dwell on something else," he suggested, leading her out of the house.
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