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hoe4almondmilk · 2 years ago

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Little Things

Sonny Carisi x Fem!Reader

a/n: I’m like really sad and in my feelings so y’all know I gotta write my feelings out.

Warnings: just slight angst, relationship problems and some light arguing.

Sonny let out a deep huff as he watched you pack your suitcase. “Please, don’t do this, (y/n). I’m sorry! How many times do I have to apologize?” He pleaded.

“When you actually start to mean it, Sonny.” You sniffled and continued to hustle around your shared bedroom. Finding things to pack up in your medium sized suitcase.

You were honestly just packing up for a few days and staying with your sister in Staten Island but still you knew it was gonna be tough for both of you. You really didn’t want to be doing this but you needed a break. Both of you did.

“Please, (y/n) … I’m sure our reservations are still good. I’m sorry...” Sonny continued to beg.

“They’re not. It took me months to even get those.” You said coldly, trying to hold back emotions.

You wanted to forgive him but how could you? This was your anniversary dinner that you and him had been planning for the past seven months. But, like the workaholic Sonny is, he completely forgot and picked up an extra shift. You knew if you had said no to him picking up the shift and reminding him, he would’ve gone. Key word: reminding him. You were constantly reminding him. Reminding him about dates and even small things like picking something up. You tried to forget those but your anniversary dinner? That was almost unforgivable. You shouldn’t have had to remind him about your anniversary. It was his marriage too.

Sonny began to plead again, “I’m sorr- “

“Shut up!” You snapped.

Sonny paused. His mouth slightly agape. He never heard you snap at him like that. He was in absolute shock.

“If you were sorry, you would’ve remembered Sonny. If you cared enough, you would’ve put a reminder on your phone. You put reminders for everything else in your life, work, friends, I mean for God’s sake you had a reminder for Amanda’s birthday!” You cried. “It’s almost like you’re married to her sometimes...”

“You know that’s not true...” Sonny replied.

“What else am I supposed to think? It’s the little things, Sonny! This is starting to feel like the loneliest marriage.” You said as you zipped up your suitcase.

“Where are you going?” Sonny asked, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he followed you to the door of your apartment.

“I’m going to my sister’s back in Staten Island. I really need a few days. I’ll be back Sunday.” You looked at him as you opened the door.

“Please, just text me when you get there so I know you made it there safely. Please…” He said as he stared at you with those beautiful baby blue eyes of his.

“Okay.” You sighed. “One thing though…” you paused as you grabbed Sonny’s hand and opened up his palm. He looked at you confused. You put it in his palm and closed it back up.

Sonny opened it and saw your wedding ring. Worry immediately colored his face.

“You keep that while you really think about how much this marriage really means to you.” You said before you kissed his cheek and said goodbye.

Sonny’s heart dropped to his stomach when the door closed. Truthfully, he wanted to open the door and chase you, beg you, anything to get you to come back but he knew it was far too late for that. He knew you needed this, he felt horrible thinking about how upset he made you. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the closed door momentarily. How could you guys come back from this?

Sonny walked over to the couch and laid down face first. He hoped maybe if he closed his eyes he could wake up back to this morning and really change things. He slowly lifted his head when he felt his phone vibrate.

“Want to join us at Forlini’s??? :)” Amanda said in a text message along with a selfie of her and the squad.

Sonny contemplated, wondering if he should stay home and wallow in self pity or go try to take his mind off of this shitty evening. He could use a few shots. Also maybe he could get some womanly advice from Amanda and Olivia. Sonny stood up grabbed his coat, house keys and took off.

“There he is.” Amanda said as Sonny walked over to the bar and sat down.

“Hey, guys.” Sonny muttered greeting Fin, Amanda and Olivia.

“God, you look rough!” Amanda noticed how disheveled Sonny’s hair was and how bloodshot his eyes were.

Sonny could feel the tears welling up again. “(y/n) left me...” as he put his hand over his face wiping his tears.

Sonny could quickly see how fast everyone’s expressions changed.

“What??” Amanda asked in complete shock., “Oh my god, what happened?”

“Bartender, get this man some whiskey!” Fin shouted to the bartender.

“What happened, Carisi? Last time I heard, you and (y/n) were doing good?” Olivia asked.

“Yeah, I thought so too…” Sonny said before he downed the shot of whiskey. “Well, we’ve all been busy with this huge case, and I completely forgot about our anniversary. She had gotten us reservations at this really nice French restaurant she’s been dying to try...”

“Your anniversary? Sonny, how the hell did you forget that?” Amanda griped.

“Can’t say I blame her.” Olivia agreed as she took a sip of her wine.

“Okay, I know.” Sonny said frustrated, taking another shot. “I fucked up really bad this time.” He groaned.

“Where is she?” Amanda asked.

“She left the apartment and said she was going to her sister’s house over in Staten Island.” Sonny sighed, trying desperately to swallow back the tears. “I’m scared she won’t come back.”

“How many shoes did she take with her?” Fin asked.

Sonny raised his brow in confusion. “The only shoes I saw were the ones on her feet.”

“She’ll come back.” Fin chuckled. “You should be worried when she comes back and takes all the shoes.”

Well, that did give Sonny some peace of mind. You were a shoe fiend. You usually pack at least 4 pairs just on small trips.

Sonny knew he fucked up. He couldn’t even picture losing you. You were his everything. You were there since he went from detective to graduating law school and to where he is now, an assistant district attorney. You were there for him every step of the way. He had to fix this. He needed to make it right.

Amanda and Olivia looked at each other and smiled. Somehow telepathically communicating that they had the same idea.

“Look, we’re all gonna help you win her back cause frankly, none of us want to find you crawled up in a ball inside one of the filing rooms on Monday.” Amanda chuckled to Sonny.

“And you know I don’t like comforting people.” Fin said, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true!” Olivia retorted.

“Hey, we don’t need to go spilling all of my secrets!” Fin grinned.

“Okay, so here’s the plan...” Amanda began. Explaining the perfect idea, she had to the squad.

Sonny couldn’t help but smile. He felt that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. He really loved his squad.

….

It was finally Sunday morning. You walked up to your shared apartment with your husband and unlocked it with your keys. It was about 8 am and you expected Sonny to be asleep still or just waking up.

“Sonny?” You called out. “I’m home.” Your eyebrow raised in confusion when you didn’t get a reply back. “Okay, then.” You mumbled quietly as you placed your bags on the couch.

‘At least he kept the place clean.’ You thought to yourself as you walked across the apartment to the bedroom. You opened the door and much to your surprise your husband wasn’t there, and the bed was made perfectly… Except for the tiny card paired with a white rose sitting on the bed.

Dear, (y/n)

I did a lot of thinking this weekend in your absence. It has been the loneliest. I want you to play a scavenger hunt. There are three more roses I want you to collect with hints. At the end we will be reunited. You ready?

First clue is: The place we laid eyes on each other.

‘Well at least the first clue was easy.’ You smiled as you turned around to get ready for what lies ahead of you for today.

You thanked the driver as you exited the taxi. You were outside of the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office. The place you and Sonny had first met. You were working as Barba’s assistant at the time. You remember that day very clearly. As cheesy as it sounds it really was like love at first sight.

“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You turned around and saw Fin.

“Fin?” You chuckled as you walked over to him.

“It took you long enough. This is the next clue.” Fin smiled as he handed you an identical paper card and another white rose.

“Are you all involved in this?” You questioned fin.

“Read the damn card. I’m not spoiling anything!” Fin answered.

Woohoo! You got the first clue!

Okay, where did we have our first date?

“He’s lucky I got cab money!” You laughed as you said goodbye to Fin headed onto your next destination. Central Park. You were in deep thought the entire taxi drive to Central Park. You guys almost walked around and hung out at the park that whole date. Where exactly was he thinking?

When you arrived at your destination you strolled around trying to repeat the steps you took that date. You were probably walking around Central Park for about thirty minutes now. Where did he mean?

It was when you walked by a younger couple exchanging a chaste kiss when the lightbulb lit up. The place you two had your first kiss! That was one of the many things that was special about Sonny. He was the first guy you ever kissed on a first date. You had a rule about kissing on the first date and he was the exception. There was just something special that first date that you hadn’t felt before.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you made it to the location. The Bow Bridge. There was just something so romantic about this bridge whether it be the beautiful trees, the lake or just the whole vibe of the spot in general.

“Olivia? Noah?” You called out when you saw Liv and her son Noah looking out over the bridge together.

“Finally, you made it! We’ve been waiting forever.” Noah said as he jumped in excitement.

“Is that so?” You smiled at the excited little boy. “Liv, does he really have all of you involved in this?” You questioned.

“All I can tell you is that you found the other clue.” Olivia smiled as she handed you another card and white rose.

You shook your head with a tiny grin as you opened up the card.

My Love,

You are so close to finding me!

Next clue is where did we confess our love?

“Oh, no way!” You sighed to Olivia already knowing exactly where this was.

“You’re almost done.” She smiled to you.

“Go find him!!! Gooooo!!” Noah shouted as you turned to leave.

“I will!” You said walking away.

This was an easy one. How could you forget? You decided to walk this time to the next spot. New York City was so beautiful. You couldn’t have imagined having the life you have now seven years ago. Your job, your friends, and importantly, Sonny. Maybe you were too hard on him. Sonny is an amazing guy. He was your first healthy relationship. He’s the first person who ever showed true unconditional pure love.

It was when you saw the familiar blonde ahead of you when you made it to your next clue. The front of your old apartment complex. The place you lived up until you and Sonny were engaged.

“Amanda?” You called out.

“(y/n)!” Amanda said as she brought you into a deep hug. “It’s been a while.” She said, smiling at you.

You felt bad for being jealous of Amanda at times. She was always good to you.

“Manda, it’s good to see you.” You hugged her back. “Are you the last clue before I see my darling husband?” You chuckled.

“Almost.” Amanda said as she pulled out the paper card and white rose.

“You know I’m getting tired of running around this city with all these roses!” You said as you opened the card to read.

You did it!!!

Now, one last spot.

You mentioned this on one of our first dates.

One activity in New York, You dreamed of doing when you were a little girl.

‘He’s so sweet...’ You thought as you stared at the card, you could feel your eyes water up.

“He really loves you, (y/n).” Amanda smiled at you as she looked at the emotion in your face.

“I know...” You said softly as you held the roses closer to your chest.

“Then go to him.” Amanda said as he gave you one last hug. “Go!” She motioned.

“Thank you, Amanda.” You said turning around. Jogging down the busy sidewalk. You knew this wasn’t far.

When you were a little girl, you dreamed of going on a carriage ride around Manhattan. Cheesy, yes. But you were a little girl living in a tiny town. They didn’t have anything like that in your hometown. It was something fantasized about riding around with your Prince Charming. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks.

You started to slow your pace as you saw him. It was a busy street, but you couldn’t miss him. He was so beautiful. Standing there, almost glowing from the bright lights in his favorite suit with an enormous bouquet of white roses and next to him was a horse carriage.

“Sonny!” You shouted! Not caring who was annoyed by your shouting.

“(y/n)!” He shouted back, smiling from ear to ear.

You ran into his arms; you hugged him as tight as you could.

“You found me! I knew you would.” Sonny hugged you back gently, you could tell he was trying to harm the bouquet in his arms.

“I’m sorry Sonny.” You said crying into his chest.

“What? My love, don’t apologize. Never apologize. You woke me up.”

“Huh?” You looked up at your husband confused.

Sonny held his hand to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You made me realize how lucky I was to have you. You supported me when I was a detective, I couldn’t have gotten through law school without you. You have given me a reason to wake up every single morning. You are my beautiful wife, and I couldn’t have been blessed with anyone better.”

“Sonny...” you sniffled.

“I got you white roses because I know they’re your favorites, and I got you three for every amazing year we’ve spent together and these...” Sonny said, handing you the large bouquet. “For many more years we will spend together.” Sonny planted a deep but sweet kiss onto your lips, holding your face in his hands.

“I love you so much.” You smiled at him.

“I love you twice as much.” He smiled back. “Now, I won’t take all of the credit. The squad did help.” Sonny chuckled.

“You still made it all happen, my love.” You said.

“Oh, we can’t forget this!” Sonny said as he pulled your ring out of his pocket and placed it on your finger.

“Did you clean it? It looks so shiny.” You asked admiring your gorgeous ring.

“I did. I remember you were talking about getting it cleaned.” Sonny smiled and kissed your hand. “Still not as beautiful as you.”

You laid a soft kiss on his cheek. “Now, let’s get on this carriage!!” You jumped in excitement.

Sonny couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful you were when you were happy. He watched as you began to climb into the carriage. He was so damn lucky.

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malevolent-muse · 4 months ago

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I am speechless

Source: Twitter

@plaidbooks is the individual who stitched this Carisi cross stitch project.

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sematarygirls · 4 months ago

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making out with sonny would be the most perfect and hottest thing in the world that man would touch you so well

this is SO true, omg !! i would actually give my left tit to experience it, icl.

the little moans and groans he would make... oh my godddddd. he knows exactly what he's doing, but he wants to ease into it, take it slow at first. he'd gradually become more insistent and needy, for lack of a better word, when he realizes that you're as into it and enthusiastic as he is (he's very enthusiastic about everything regarding you). also, i just know he loves kissing your neck, his breath hot against your skin with his hands firmly on your waist as he leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, his teeth occasionally grazing against you. if he leaves any marks, they're low and easy enough to hide. he's skilled with his mouth, and he knows it.

he'd also for sure mumble compliments and praises against your lips and your neck because this mf loves to talk. shutting up is simply not an option, no matter the scenario.

#🎀#making out with him would fix me #i would let him do unspeakable things to me #he's so bf #hes the perfect man #sonny carisi world domination ‼️#thank you anon #mwah ily #soleil's asks <3 #answered !#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

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dreamsummoner · 2 years ago

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By far the best Law and Order SVU team

I miss Barba and Amaro and when Carisi still was a cop 😫 also the three of them look so gorgeous together

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thisisonlychemistry · 7 months ago

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I think I'm just going to stare at this for a week or so.

GIF by rynewind

#carisi #sonny carisi #dominic #peter scanavino #svu #law and order svu

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art-by-jas · 5 days ago

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"Goodnight." (AO3)

Summary: Meeting Bella.

Sonny carefully guides you up the icy steps to your apartment, ensuring you don't slip. Though you've become more mobile since your recent accident, he still worries about your well-being.

After helping you settle in, Sonny pauses to look at you. A thought has been nagging at his mind, something he's been considering bringing up. As you rest on the couch, seemingly lost in thought, he senses this may be a good moment to broach the subject.

Sitting down beside you, Sonny speaks up tentatively. "Hey, can I talk to you about something?"

You glance up at him, puzzled by the hesitation in his voice. "Sure, what is it?" you reply, fully focusing on him and adjusting your position to face him directly on the couch.

Sonny takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "So, I've been meaning to ask you something," he begins, his eyes meeting yours. He pauses momentarily, carefully considering his words. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me in visiting my sister, Bella, later today. She just told me she's pregnant and wants to show me the baby stuff she just bought." Sonny finishes with a hopeful grin.

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, but a warm smile spreads across your face. "Of course, I'd love to!" you respond, a hint of excitement in your voice. "Wow, a new niece or nephew. I'm truly happy for you."

You reach out and gently pat Sonny's leg, trying to reassure him. "It'll be great to meet your sister. I'm sure we'll get along well."

Sonny's shoulders instantly relax upon hearing your response, and relief washes over him. He hadn't realized just how nervous he'd been about asking you. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his expression soft and sincere.

"I'm really glad," he says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Bella is going to be thrilled to meet you."

Your heart flutters as his gentle touch sends a warm sensation spreading through your chest. "When are you heading over?" you ask, intertwining your fingers with his.

Sonny glances at his watch. "I'm supposed to go in a few," he replies, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand.

Sonny's mind drifts back to the near-kiss in the hallway a few months ago. He's thought about it ever since, wondering what could have happened if he hadn't stopped himself. Turning to face you, Sonny says, "Hey, I was thinking - why don't we do something special tonight? Like a date night?"

Your heart skips a beat at Sonny's unexpected proposal of a date night. The thought of spending quality time with him outside of the usual daily routine makes your stomach flutter with anticipation. A soft smile graces your lips as you look at him. "I'd love to," you reply, the excitement clear in your voice. "What did you have in mind?"

Sonny grins, pleased that you're on board. "I was thinking we could go out for dinner at this Italian place I know. The food and wine are both great. Sound good to you?"

The mention of Italian fare has your mouth watering already. "Italian sounds perfect," you reply, smiling back at him. After getting ready, you and Sonny head out to his car. The drive to his sister's apartment is filled with conversation about what to expect from the evening. Sonny keeps glancing at you, occasionally reaching out to squeeze your hand.

Finally, he pulls up outside Bella's apartment and parks the car. "Here we are," he says, shutting off the engine.

Sonny knocks on the door, and a few moments later, Bella opens it with a wide smile. "Hey, Sonny!" she greets, pulling him into a warm embrace.

Sonny returns his sister's hug, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey, Bella," he replies, stepping back but keeping an arm around her shoulders. He then turns towards you, his eyes sparkling.

"Bella, I want you to meet someone," Sonny says, gently guiding you to face his sister.

Bella's eyes flick up and down as she examines you, flickering with curiosity and a hint of excitement. "So, this is the special someone Sonny's been telling me all about, huh?" she says.

A blush creeps up your cheeks as you're introduced to Sonny's sister. You hadn't realized he had been talking about you to her, a sweet thought that makes your heart flutter.

You offer Bella a nervous but excited smile. "Nice to meet you," you say, extending your hand.

Bella grasps your hand in a firm, warm shake. "It's nice to finally put a face to the name," she replies, her gaze shifting back to Sonny. "She's even prettier in person."

Sonny grins, his eyes shining with pride and affection. "Told ya," he says, giving Bella a knowing look.

Bella rolls her eyes playfully at Sonny, then turns her attention back to you. "Come on in, both of you," she says, stepping aside to let you enter the apartment.

As you step into the apartment, you're immediately greeted by a cozy ambiance. Bella leads you into the living room, where a large, plush teddy bear sits proudly on the couch.

"Isn't it just the cutest?" Bella chuckles, gesturing to the oversized stuffed animal. Sonny shakes his head in amused agreement, and you can't help but grin at the sight of the adorably over-stuffed bear.

"It was such a steal on sale," Bella continues. She then turns to you and points towards a door further into the apartment. "We're going to set up the crib and changing table in there - it'll make a lovely little nursery."

You nod, picturing the cozy space. "That sounds perfect," you reply, glancing at Sonny.

"What do you think?" Bella looks at Sonny.

“I can’t believe my little sister’s having a baby. That's what I think," he says, “you still haven't told Mom, yet?"

The man who enters the living room is Tommy, Bella's fiancé. He gestures to his outfit and asks, "Hey, babe. How does this look?"

Sonny's expression hardens as he sees Tommy, who avoids Sonny's gaze. The atmosphere becomes tense, and you know there is some history between them. "Sonny, what are you doing here?" Tommy asks.

"It's great to see you too, Tommy," Sonny replies dryly.

"He's here to help us move all the crap out of the baby's room," Bella interjects. "Also, Sonny brought someone special." She turns to you, and you can feel all eyes on you as you're intro

The man who enters the living room is Tommy, Bella's fiancé. He gestures to his outfit and asks, "Hey, babe. How does this look?"

Sonny's expression hardens as he sees Tommy, who avoids Sonny's gaze. The atmosphere becomes tense, and you know there is some history between them. "Sonny, what are you doing here?" Tommy asks.

"It's great to see you too, Tommy," Sonny replies dryly.

"He's here to help us move all the crap out of the baby's room," Bella interjects. "Also, Sonny brought someone special." She turns to you, and you can feel all eyes on you as you're introduced as Sonny's 'special someone.' A mixture of nervousness and excitement swells in your chest.

You offer a small, polite smile, glancing at Sonny before turning back to Bella and Tommy. "I have to go see my parole officer, remember?" Tommy reminds Bella.

"Hey, how's that going?" Sonny asks.

"Great," Bella answers. "Tommy just got a promotion at work. They gave him his own moving team."

You give him a thumbs up. "Nice work."

"Well, make sure you tell your P.O.," Sonny tells Tommy. "A raise, promotion, that's brownie points right there."

Tommy scoffs, his expression darkening a bit. "Brownie points? Yeah, right."

Sonny ignores Tommy's pessimism and continues, "Seriously, tell your P.O. That's the kind of stuff they wanna hear. Shows you're on the straight and narrow."

Tommy throws on his jacket and kisses Bella. "I want to get there early so I can leave early," he says.

"We got a doctor's appointment this afternoon. Our first sonogram," Bella announces.

Sonny scoffs at Bella's use of the word "our." The scoff escapes his lips before he can stop himself. There's a hint of disapproval in his gaze as he looks at Tommy.

"Did Bella tell you I popped the question? She's going to make an honest man out of me," Tommy says, a wide smile spreading across Bella's face as she looks smitten.

Sonny replies casually, "That's great, Tommy," his eyes darting back to Bella, taking in her joyful expression. She's over the moon about the engagement and the upcoming wedding.

Sonny pulls Bella into a warm, tight embrace. The genuine happiness shining in his eyes is evident as he steps back and looks at her. "You deserve all the happiness in the world," he tells her, his voice tinged with pride and protectiveness.

With Tommy gone, Bella asks if Sonny still wants to help move things. Sonny nods and rolls up his sleeves. "Yeah, of course. Let's get to it." He glances over at you, silently inviting you to join in. Eager to spend more time with Sonny, you smile.

As the three of you work together, you make steady progress in clearing the space. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Sonny's gaze flickering towards you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Continuing your work, you catch Sonny stealing frequent glances in your direction, his eyes meeting yours at times. Whenever your gazes lock, a warm sensation washes over you, causing your cheeks to flush ever so slightly.

As you move a piece of furniture, Sonny steps a little closer, his arm grazing against yours. The touch is subtle yet intentional, sending a shiver down your spine. You try to focus on the task at hand, but it's increasingly difficult to ignore how Sonny's touch makes your heart skip a beat.

The more Sonny steals glances, the more flustered you feel. Thankfully, Bella seems completely oblivious to the charged moment between you and Sonny, engrossed in rearranging the baby's room.

He moves closer again, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reaches for something nearby. The room suddenly feels warmer, and you can feel a flush creeping up your neck.

You try to ignore how his appearance is affecting you, but it's no use. The sight of Sonny's toned forearms and the way his hands grip things is enough to make your knees feel weak. Focusing on the task at hand becomes increasingly difficult.

Sensing the growing tension, Sonny glances over at you with a sly smirk. He knows exactly what he's doing and seems to revel in the effect he has on you.

"Everything okay?" he asks innocently, his voice slightly lower and a bit huskier than usual. The innocent question coupled with his sultry tone sends a shiver down your spine. You're caught off guard, your mind racing a million miles a minute.

"Y-yeah," you stutter, trying to keep a calm, nonchalant demeanor. "Everything's fine."

“You guys hungry?” The question snaps both you and Sonny out of your moment, and you both turn toward Bella.

"Sure," Sonny replies with a casual shrug. He glances quickly at you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, that sounds great," you reply, your voice still slightly shaky.

With that, Bella departs to prepare a meal, leaving you and Sonny alone for a brief period. The air still crackles with tension as Sonny turns to you, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

By the time Bella finishes cooking, you and Sonny have completed moving items out of the baby's nursery, leaving the room significantly clearer.

Bella pops her head in, announcing that lunch is ready. "Great timing!" she exclaims, impressed by the progress you've made.

Your stomach rumbles as the tantalizing aroma of Bella's cooking wafts over. The physical labor has left you ravenous, and the thought of a meal sounds heavenly.

"Smells amazing," Sonny remarks, stretching his arms overhead. The motion causes his shirt to ride up, briefly exposing a toned slice of his abdomen. Involuntarily, your gaze fixes on the exposed skin, your mouth going slightly dry. You quickly divert your eyes, trying to act casual, but the image of that toned skin is now seared into your mind.

Sonny doesn't miss the way you looked at him, and a satisfied smirk spreads across his face. He knows the effect he's having on you, and he's relishing every moment of it.

"Let's eat," he says casually, leading the way out of the room and into the dining area.

Over a casual lunch, you engage in lighthearted conversation with Bella. She peppers you with questions, eager to learn more about you. Sonny occasionally chimes in as well. With each inquiry, you find yourself warming up to Bella's friendly, welcoming demeanor, which makes it easy to open up to her. You can sense her genuine happiness to have you there, and her warm smiles put you at ease.

As dinner wraps up and you help clear the dishes, Bella brings up the subject of her upcoming wedding. "You're definitely invited," she insists, her face brightening with a smile. "It's going to be small, just close family and friends."

Her invitation touches your heart. You're honored that she's including you in this special event. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," you reply warmly, your smile mirroring hers.

"Good," she says, satisfied. She pauses, her expression thoughtful. "I know just who you can sit by too." She glances meaningfully at Sonny, a playful gleam in her eyes. Sonny catches the look and rolls his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. He's clearly trying to feign annoyance, but the twinkle in his eyes betrays his amusement.

As lunchtime draws to a close, a feeling of excitement washes over you. You can hardly wait for the date with Sonny later. The prospect of spending more time with him, just the two of you, fills your heart with a mix of anticipation and butterflies.

By the time afternoon fades into early evening, Sonny informs you that he has law classes for a few hours. He assures you he'll pick you up right afterward, and you feel a thrill at the prospect. The idea of having some solo time to prepare for your date excites you. With anticipation coursing through you, you begin mentally planning your outfit.

To pass the time until Sonny returns, you keep yourself occupied. First, you tidy up your apartment, straightening and organizing. Afterward, you tackle your closet, sorting through clothes and purging anything old or unworn. After cleaning up, you decide to watch an episode of your favorite TV show, sinking into the couch and letting the distraction soothe your anticipation. Once the episode ends, you vacuum the living room to keep yourself occupied.

With an hour until Sonny's arrival, you know it's time to start getting ready. Excitement buzzing under your skin, you head to your bedroom and browse your closet for the perfect outfit. Considering different options, you settle on an ensemble that makes you feel confident and comfortable, a smile spreading across your face at the thought of Sonny's reaction.

You head to the bathroom to freshen up, just as your phone buzzes with a new text. Your heart skips a beat when you see Sonny's name on the screen, telling you he was on the other side of your door.

You take a deep breath and reach for the doorknob, slowly turning it. The door opens to reveal Sonny on the other side. Your heart rate quickens slightly, anticipation and excitement mixing together. Sonny is dressed casually in jeans and a nice button-down shirt, a charming smile on his face.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and smooth. His gaze drifts over you, taking in your appearance. A look of appreciation passes over his face. "You look beautiful."

You feel a flutter of pleasure in your chest at his words. "Thanks," you reply, a smile on your face.

He grins, the crinkles around his eyes deepening. "Not too shabby, huh? Ready to go?" He steps back slightly, giving you room to step out of your apartment. You lock the door behind you, and his hand gently touches the small of your back as he leads you towards the elevator. A small electrical charge runs through you at his casual touch, sending a thrill up your spine.

You follow him into the elevator, butterflies fluttering in your stomach with anticipation. "How was class?" you ask, looking up at him.

Sonny glances down, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Class was fine," he says. "Just the usual law lectures and discussions." He leans back against the elevator wall, crossing his arms. "But I was a bit distracted today," he adds, a suggestive note in his tone.

Your heart skips a beat as Sonny mentions his distraction. You raise an eyebrow, playing along. "Oh? What could possibly have distracted you?" you ask, a playful smile on your lips.

Sonny's smile widens, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, you know," he replies casually, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "There's this girl who's been on my mind quite a bit." He glances down at you again, his gaze lingering on yours. "She's been making it very difficult for me to concentrate on my studies," he admits, his voice low and seductive.

Your cheeks flush as he mentions the mysterious girl. Part of you knows he's talking about you, but there's a small part that relishes this playful cat-and-mouse game.

You remark lightly, "She sounds like a real handful. Must be pretty special if she has you so distracted."

Sonny agrees, the corners of his lips twitching as if holding back a smile. "She is. Very special." He pushes away from the elevator wall, stepping closer until the gap between you diminishes. In a sultry murmur, he continues, "She's smart, funny, beautiful. I can't seem to get her out of my head." Your heart thumps a little harder in your chest at his near confession.

You take a small step closer as well, meeting his gaze. A coy smile plays on your lips. "Sounds like you've got it pretty bad for this girl," you say, your voice just a touch breathless.

As the elevator doors open to reveal an older woman walking in, you and Sonny quickly step apart, putting a respectable distance between you. The moment of intimacy is broken, but you can still feel the lingering electricity in the air. The older woman politely smiles at you and Sonny, oblivious to the flirtatious exchange that just occurred. She presses the button for her floor as you and Sonny slide get into his car. During the relatively short drive, you and Sonny steal glances at each other, the tension between you almost palpable. He pulls up in front of a charming restaurant. As you both step out into the cool evening air that wraps around you like a blanket. Glancing up, you take in the warm lighting and cozy atmosphere radiating from the restaurant. You approach the entrance, Sonny offers you his arm, a small gesture that quickens your pulse. You accept, resting your hand lightly on his elbow, and let him lead you through the door.

The interior of the restaurant is dimly lit, small glowing lights decorating each table. Soft music plays in the background, creating a relaxing, romantic ambiance. A hostess greets you both and leads you to a secluded table towards the back of the restaurant, away from the main dining area.

Sonny pulls out your chair, his hand lingering briefly at the small of your back before he takes his own seat across from you. The gentle gesture sends a flutter through your stomach.

"This place is nice," you say softly, glancing around at the dim lighting, soft music, and cozy atmosphere that contribute to the intimate setting.

"Thought you might like it," Sonny replies, his tone casual but with a hint of satisfaction. "I wanted to take you somewhere special."

He picks up his menu, scanning it briefly before setting it down again. "You can get anything you want. My treat." Your heart warms at his thoughtful gesture. You flip open the menu, perusing the selection of dishes in front of you.

"Everything looks so good," you remark, your eyes skimming over the tempting options. "I might have a bit of a hard time deciding."

Sonny grins and sets down his own menu. "Take your time," he says. "There's no rush. And hey, if you can't decide, we can always share a few dishes."

The idea of sharing a few dishes sounds tempting. "That could be fun," you reply, a smile forming on your lips. "We could get a bit of everything and just sample it all."

Sonny chuckles, the sound low. "Exactly," he replies, his gaze not leaving yours. "And there are a few things I wouldn't mind sharing with you, doll." You feel your cheeks heat up at his suggestive tone. You duck your head, trying to hide your flustered expression, but you have a feeling from Sonny's smirk that he knows exactly the effect he's having on you.

"You're so easy to rile up," he teases, the corner of his mouth twitching, amused. "I'm gonna have a lot of fun with that tonight." Your cheeks burn as a flush creeps across your face. You try to appear nonchalant, but your body betrays you, your heart fluttering in your chest.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you protest, but a hint of laughter escapes your lips.

"I am enjoying it," he admits, unrepentant. "What can I say? You're cute when you're flustered."

He leans back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. "I like knowing I can have that effect on you."

You rack your brain for a witty comeback, but all you can manage is a muttered, "You're insufferable."

Despite your best efforts, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, betraying your true feelings.

"And you love it," he says with a cocky grin, his confidence evident. "Let's be honest - you love it when I call you 'doll'." He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table, and you can see the mischief sparking in his eyes. You shift in your seat, suddenly aware of how close he is. The idea of him not even having to touch you to get you worked up makes your stomach flutter with anticipation.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "You're pretty sure of yourself, huh?" you ask, your voice a little breathier than you'd like.

"Damn right I am," he says, his voice low and slightly rougher than before. His eyes rake over you, taking in every detail. "And judging by the way your cheeks are flushed and how you're squirming in your seat right now, I'd say I have every reason to feel that way."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as his eyes wander over you. You try to find some sort of retort, something snarky or clever to say, but you're at a loss for words. The intense look he's giving you is making it impossible to think straight.

Sonny breaks his gaze away from you, giving his attention to the waiter.

"We'll have the bruschetta to start," he says, glancing over at you. "You good with that?"

You nod in agreement, still, flustered from the intense moment you just shared. "Yeah, that sounds good," you manage to say, your voice still shaky. Sonny turns back to the waiter and places the rest of the order, his tone casual as he chatters with the waiter. You try to regain your composure, taking slow, steady breaths to calm your racing heart. But every time you glance up at Sonny, the sly smirk on his lips tells you he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Great," Sonny replies. The two of you give your orders to the waiter, and after the waiter leaves, Sonny returns his gaze to you. the look in his eyes is still intense, but there's a hint of tenderness there now too. "So, how's the coffee shop been lately?" he asks, his tone shifting to a more friendly, casual manner.

Sonny listens attentively as you talk about the coffee shop, his expression softened, the intensity from earlier gone. A warm smile crosses his face as you mention Alex.

"Sounds like things are going well," he observes. "Alex sounds like a great guy. I'm glad you've got someone like that helping you out."

Sonny leans back in his chair, his demeanor relaxed as he discusses his job. "Work's been busy as usual," he says, a hint of weariness in his voice. "My colleagues are a bunch of characters. They make the days interesting, to say the least."

Sonny pauses, then meets your eyes as he poses a question that's been on his mind. "If you don't mind me asking," he says tentatively, "why did you agree to come out with me tonight?"

You hesitate before responding. "Well, there are a few reasons, I guess. But mostly, it's because... I like you, Sonny. I've always liked you, even when I didn't realize it."

Sonny's expression softens at your confession. He looks at you with a warm, almost tender gaze. "I like you too, doll," he says, his voice quieter than before. "I've liked you for a long time. I just... wasn't sure if you felt the same way."

Your heart skips a beat as he confesses his feelings. You swallow nervously before replying, "I felt the same way too. I've been trying to play it cool. But it's hard when you're around. You make me feel..." You trail off, unable to find the words.

Sonny's lips curve into a soft smile at your admission. He reaches across the table, gently covering your hand with his. The touch sends a jolt of electricity up your arm.

"I know what you mean," he says, his deep, velvety voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You make me feel a lot of things too."

The aroma of the freshly arrived bruschetta momentarily distracts you from Sonny. The food looks and smells so delicious, you can hardly wait to take a bite.

The waiter leaves, and silence once again settles over the table. You pick up a piece of bruschetta, lift it to your mouth and taking a bite. The flavors explode on your tongue, and you close your eyes, savoring the taste.

As you open your eyes, you catch Sonny watching you intently, his face alight with pure adoration. "You like it?" he asks, gesturing to the bruschetta, a small grin playing on his lips.

You nod and wipe a bit of tomato sauce from the corner of your mouth with your finger. "It's delicious," you say, smiling back at him. Sonny's grin widens, his eyes never leaving your face as you lick the sauce off your finger. Your evident enjoyment of the food seems to please him immensely.

Conversation flows easily as you both continue eating, the earlier intensity replaced by a more relaxed, comfortable atmosphere. You find yourself laughing and chatting freely with Sonny, the initial nerves and tension now forgotten.

As the plates are cleared, you and Sonny continue chatting, the conversation flowing naturally between you. A comfortable silence falls for a few moments, both of you simply savoring each other's presence.

Finally, Sonny breaks the silence. "So, what's the craziest thing that's ever happened at the coffee shop?" he asks, a twinkle in his eye.

You pause, racking your brain for the many strange incidents that have occurred over the years. "Well," you begin, "there was a woman who stumbled into our kitchen, clearly under the influence. She just walked around the back like she owned the place. Alex wasn't there, and it was just Kade and I. We hid in the office, but our dumbasses forgot to shut the door, and she strolled right in and asked to take a selfie with us."

Sonny chuckles, clearly amused by the chaos of the situation, though a hint of concern flickers in his eyes. "That's crazy," he says. "What did you do when she walked in on you?"

"We let her wander around the back, not wanting to intervene. Luckily, the third shift was starting and Martha arrived just in time. I told her a lady was smoking in the back, and boy, you'd be glad you never see Martha mad or yelling. The lady took off out of there in a hurry."Sonny laughs at the image of the frightened woman fleeing from an angry Martha, shaking his head with an amused smile. "Damn," he says, impressed. "Sounds like Martha's not someone you want to mess with."

"She really isn't," you reply, chuckling at the memory. "She's a sweet lady unless you provoke her, and her scream could shatter glass."

Sonny grins, clearly entertained by your description of Martha. "I'll be sure to stay on her good side," he says, a hint of playful jest in his voice. He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table, his proximity causing your heart to skip a beat.

Sonny notices you've been stealing glances at his hands, a smile tugging at his lips. "You can't seem to take your eyes off my hands," he points out casually, his voice laced with teasing curiosity.

Feeling a flush rise to your cheeks at being caught, you try to play it off casually. "Oh, I didn't realize I was," you say, clearing your throat slightly. "I was just... admiring them, I guess.”

Sonny's voice is low and slightly amused as he teases, "You're definitely staring." He turns his hands over, flexing his fingers. "Why do you keep looking at my hands, hmm? You like them or something?"

You bite your lip, realizing there's no point in denying it. Meeting his gaze, you admit softly, "Maybe. You have nice hands."

Sonny grins, clearly pleased by your admission. "Do I, now?" he asks, playing along. "What exactly do you like about them?"

Your eyes drawn to the veins running down his strong, lean forearms, you consider his question for a moment. "They're... strong," you say, your voice betraying your growing desire. "And... well, they look like they could do some interesting things."

Sonny's grin widens at your statement, his eyes darkening with a subtle hint of desire. "Interesting things, huh?" he repeats, his voice dropping an octave as he moves his hand.

closer to you across the table, his index finger tracing a slow, teasing pattern on the back of your hand.

The sensation of his touch sends shivers down your spine, your eyes fixed on his finger as it moves lazily across your skin. "Yeah," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know, like... holding things, fixing things, that kind of stuff."

Sonny chuckles at your response, amused by your attempt to conceal your true thoughts. He places his hand over yours, his palm pressing against yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Just holding things, doll?" he asks, his deep, sultry voice sending a shiver through you.

Your breath catches at his touch, the contact sparking electricity through your body. "Among other things," you murmur, unable to tear your gaze from his intense eyes.

Sonny insists on paying the bill and leaving a tip for the waiter. As you exit the restaurant, the cold winter air nips at your skin, and Sonny offers you his coat. You gratefully accept, slipping it on and relishing in his warmth and subtle scent.

After the drive back, you linger in the hallway between your apartments, reluctant to say goodnight to Sonny just yet. The evening has been unexpectedly exciting, and you're not ready for it to end.

Sonny steps closer, his body only inches from yours, his warm breath on your face. He watches you intently, a sly smile on his lips. "You remember a few weeks ago?" he asks, his voice low. "Right here, just before those kids came through."

You nod, your heart suddenly racing. The memory of his near-kiss still fresh, you can practically feel the tension in the air. "Yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sonny lifts his hand, his thumb tracing the contour of your cheek. His touch sends ripples of desire through you. "I've been thinking about that moment ever since," he admits, his voice hushed. "And I've been kicking myself for not kissing you." Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, your skin burning beneath his touch, your heart pounding loudly.

Sonny moves closer, his body now touching yours. His hand shifts to your waist, pulling you in. "I want to fix it now," he murmurs, his gaze flicking down to your lips.

Responding automatically, you lean into him, your hands reaching up to touch his chest. "Then fix it," you breathe, eyes locked with his, filled with desire and anticipation.

Sonny doesn't need to be told twice. He cups your face in both his hands, his fingers sliding into your hair, and he kisses you. Really kisses you. It's a kiss that begins slow but grows more heated, his lips moving against yours with a mix of tenderness and passion. You melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him even closer. The world around you seems to fade away, and it's just the two of you in this moment, connected through this kiss. Sonny's hands wander down your body, pulling you even closer to him, his body molding against yours. The kiss is like nothing you've ever experienced before; it's as if he's pouring every ounce of passion and feeling he has into this moment, trying to make up for the time you've lost.

Sonny's grip on you doesn't loosen as you pull away to catch your breath, his breathing just as ragged as your own. He rests his forehead against yours, his thumb tracing lazy patterns on the small of your back.

"Wow," he breathes, his voice heavy with desire.

"Goodnight, Sonny. Thank you for an amazing night and that out of this world kiss."

Sonny is reluctant to let you go, his hand lingering on the small of your back as his body remains pressed close to yours. "Anytime, doll," he murmurs in his deep, gravelly voice. "I had a great night too." He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, before finally releasing you. "Goodnight."

You step back, immediately feeling the loss of his warmth, but also a sense of giddy excitement that this night actually happened. Giving him one last smile, you turn and slip inside your apartment. Sonny watches you go, his gaze lingering as you disappear. For a moment, he stands there, his fingers absentmindedly touching his lips, a content smile on his face.

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lovecarisi · 10 months ago

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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 2: The Unraveling

Two weeks. Two weeks you had told him to wait. If he was still thinking about you then, he could call. Otherwise, he shouldn’t bother. And you had meant it. You had not saved his number, only given him yours.

Dominick had assured you that he would call but truth be told, you didn’t know his character from a quickie behind a boathouse in South Hampton. Promises were made and broken in the heat of a moment like that. Careless words were spoken all the time when there were no obligations involved, no strings attached. And it would have been no big deal.

You didn’t know anything about him except that he was studying criminal law at Fordham, lived somewhere in Williamsburg, and had stumbled onto the Hamptons scene that weekend the same way you had - some friends had dragged him there. Other than the way he was so magnetic and you wanted him with every fiber of your being, you didn’t even know if it was a physical attraction or more than that. However, you would have been lying to yourself if you didn’t admit to the fact that you spent every day of those two weeks thinking about him. Cursing yourself for telling him to wait. Hoping he would call. Even if it would end up being just a good old-fashioned booty call. Yes, you would still see him around somewhere if he didn’t call but it would hurt your pride. For him to have made you feel the way he did that night and never be acknowledged again? Sure you would cope eventually but not after a few weeks of utter bitterness and self-loathing. Ugh, once again you cursed his name for the millionth time these past two weeks. What a fool you had been.

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You are sitting at your desk at the law firm’s office where you work part-time, typing away at an email reply. Two clients enter the room and you look up, smiling politely at them.

‘Mister Phillips is ready for you, gentlemen. Would you care for some coffee?’ you offer.

They return your smile but shake their heads, and close the office door behind them in a rush. You sigh in relief, turning back towards the computer screen only to be interrupted by your phone vibrating on silent. You stare at the unknown number slightly annoyed but pick up with an exasperated ‘Yes?’

‘Guess this is a bad time, huh?’ you hear him chuckle on the other end.

Fuck.

FUCKFUCKFUCK!

You draw in a sharp breath and sit up straight as though you just got caught doing something naughty. It’s him. Dominick.

What the-. Your work had actually distracted you, kept you so busy you had forgotten about what day it was. For once in those two weeks you had not thought about him in a hot second.

‘It’s you.’ You feel so silly but you actually cannot believe he is really calling.

‘Well…you told me to call in two weeks. It’s been two weeks. And I’m afraid I haven’t stopped thinking about you. So I was hoping to see you again. Please say yes.’

He sounds like a little boy asking for his favorite toy back after it’s been taken from him. It makes you weak immediately, flashbacks to him and you together, skin on skin. Oh lord.

‘Yes.’ is all you manage to mutter. Girl, control yourself. You swallow hard, you’re sure he can hear it.

‘I’m so glad. Are you free tonight?’ The urgency in his tone of voice makes you feel so powerful, maybe he can’t control himself either.

‘I’ll text you my address.’

When you hang up you are shaking. There it is again that feeling in the pit of your stomach, spreading down between your legs. Your mind is racing. You actually can’t believe it. He had been waiting to call you. He had been thinking about you. In fact, in his own words, he had not stopped thinking about you. Your whole body is suddenly trembling with anticipation and disbelief. Is this really happening? The way he had so nonchalantly admitted to more or less obsessing over you the way you had over him. The way he had practically begged to see you. Oh boy, would you make it worth his while.

You finish early on Fridays so you run out of the office, stopping by your local grocery store to pick up some essentials, including a bottle of wine, before coming home to your small Bushwick apartment. Good thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here, bad thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here. Your anxiety is already through the roof and you kind of want to smoke some weed but you’re scared it will make it worse.

So instead you take advantage of the luxury of having a bathtub and spend an hour soaking among lavender-scented bubbles. Looking down at your naked body, imagining him touching you again, and you have to hold back from touching yourself at the thought of it. Like you have so many times during the past two weeks when these thoughts had taken over. It was the way he had known exactly how you liked it, even the things you yourself hadn’t known you liked yet.

It had never been this good with anyone before, even your ex-boyfriend of three years. He had never been able to even want you to open up like this because it was clear from the beginning that he was more interested in his own needs and wants. But you had hoped that you could coax it out of him by giving into whatever he demanded because after all, it was love, right? Or at least you thought it was. And yes, he had made you cum, most of the time. And yes, he had gone down on you. Even though you always felt like it was more of a chore to him than something he had enjoyed while you had to pretend that sucking his dick was something you relished when he more or less forced you into it. Either way, he never made you feel sexy, he never made you feel like the most important person in the room, like all eyes should be on you; like a woman, like a man should make you feel. Instead he liked to keep small, keep you in your place, talked over you to make himself look smart and important. So eventually, it all faded away between you two. And that was putting it mildly. You don’t like to think about it too much, it takes you to a dark place you don’t want to go.

You don’t miss being in a relationship. In fact, you’re not looking for one. Whatever this is, is going to be, or not, between you and Dominick, you aren’t ready for anything serious.

8pm on the dot, your doorbell rings. The spritz of perfume you just sprayed behind your ear still lingers in the air as you rush down the hallway to press the button on the intercom. Soft footsteps on the stairs. Your heart is pounding. You check yourself in the mirror one last time. No fancy outfit, nothing revealing. Just a simple gray cotton off-the-shoulder dress, your hair in a messy bun, soft make-up. Why bother when he already had your pussy in his face, right? Why bother when he for some reason already thinks you are the sexiest little thing?

He’s holding a small wicker basket full of fresh strawberries, the sweet scent overwhelming as you open the door to greet him.

‘What-‘ you raise your eyebrows at him.

‘I think flowers are overrated and well…I passed a farmer’s market earlier on my way home, so. I hope you’re not allergic or are one of those rare people who hate strawberries.’ he’s babbling. He’s nervous. How cute.

‘I love strawberries.’ you reply, as you pick one from the basket and grab his arm, pulling him in. The fruit is absolutely bursting with flavor as you bite into it. ‘Delicious.’ you smile, making it clear you’re not just talking about the strawberry.

‘Well, I’m glad.’ he smiles back at you.

‘Thank you.’

He follows you into the living room/kitchen area, his eyes tracing your body and your adorable little banter quickly gives way to that familiar heat spreading between you two.

‘Just so you know, I think flowers are overrated too, unless they grow in a field.’ you turn around and properly take him in for the first time since opening the door.

You can’t believe he’s really here. Standing in your apartment. And he seems to think the same thing. As much as you both were overconfident that night you met, fueled by a bit of alcohol and the excitement of the unknown, you don’t know where to start, or rather where to continue now. His hands seem restless, yours are dying to touch him.

‘Glass of wine?’ you ask because you can’t think of anything else and maybe a few sips will calm your nerves.

‘Sure, thanks.’ he answers as he shrugs off his jacket and you turn to get glasses from the cupboard.

By the time you have opened and poured the wine, he has wandered over to your bookshelf, scanning the contents. You watch as his fingertips glide over the spines of books, and you can’t explain why it makes your heart beat so much faster all of a sudden. With the glasses in hand you join him, handing him his just as he pulls out Kierkegaard.

‘I don’t know if I’m amused or shocked.’ he looks at you, one eyebrow raised.

‘And why’s that?’

‘What’s your field of law again?’

‘I never said.’ you challenge him.

He takes a sip of wine and his eyes stare into yours. Damn you, you think.

‘Well can I guess then?’

‘Go ahead.’

‘Human Rights.'

Fuck, he is good. Or you’re just too obvious. Your law books aren’t even on this shelf.

‘You figured that out from me reading Kierkegaard?’

‘Oh no. I just really appreciate philosophy.’

You purse your lips and he cocks his head and it’s a game you’re playing now it seems. If that first time you told him not to tease, teasing is now all you are both doing. His face is entirely too close to yours and you notice a slight sunburn across his nose, a few freckles dancing there, his lashes too unfairly long for a man as he looks down into your eyes.

‘Philosophy me this then, Mister. You really couldn’t stop thinking about me?’ your voice is low and you can tell the effect it has on him.

‘Hmm. You left me with quite the thoughts.’ he says, in the same low voice.

‘Can’t imagine what you mean.’ you smirk up at him, putting your glass down on the bookshelf next to his.

He smiles and puts a finger under your chin, raising your head slightly.

‘I mean….’ he takes a deep breath. ‘I thought about you day and night, wondering what you were doing, what you were eating, drinking, dreaming about. Whether you were feeling happy or sad, stressed or relaxed. What kind of music you were listening to, what kind of books you were reading, what kind of clothes you were wearing. If you were wearing the same perfume you wore the night we met. Whether you preferred the rain of the last few days or if you were hoping for sunshine and the heat. What you were thinking about while waiting in line at the coffee shop. If you were thinking about me? If you were counting down the days hoping I would call, or if you regretted that night? And if you were thinking about me, were you thinking about the way I touched you, the way I kissed you, the way I fucked you? Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Because I did. I got hard the second the thought of you entered my mind.’

His mouth is behind your ear now and you are a mess. You are holding back a moan, choked up in your throat. He has once again managed to reduce you to a complete wreck, a dampness spreading between your legs.

‘Sounds intense.’ you exhale and he smiles as he picks you up, your hands wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist.

You finally find yourself kissing him deeply, his strong arms holding you so tightly you can feel his heartbeat hammering against you.

‘Just so we’re clear…I never regretted it for one second.’ you say it with every inch of your soul before slipping your tongue into his hot mouth, a moan rumbling within him.

‘Anything else you wanna clear up? Maybe like…you thinking about me too…and y’know. Touching yourself?’ he tickles your sides and you shriek, punching his arms playfully.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’ you tease, and he rolls his eyes.

Somehow you manage to make your way into your bedroom and he puts you down on your bed, his body on top of yours. Your kisses are becoming more intense by the second, your hands sneaking under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, so desperate for more contact. But you have other plans. Pushing him off of you, you crawl back on the bed, telling him ‘Stay there.’ as he attempts to follow. He looks confused but does as you say, an undeniable look of excitement on his face for whatever awaits him.

You really can’t believe what you’re about to do. But you know it’s gonna make him lose his mind and that is what you set out to do. So you reach under your dress, slowly pulling off your panties before throwing them in his face. He gasps, taking the piece of clothing like it’s a treasure he just unearthed and brings it up to his face, inhaling your scent. You bite your lip, watching him, knowing it’s just step one on his way to absolute unraveling.

Sensuously, you let your hand glide over your body, still just over the fabric of your dress while the other one releases your hair from the bun, letting it fall loose over your shoulders. He doesn’t even blink watching you, just stares at you in utter fascination. There’s a bulge growing in his jeans, you can tell, and god, does it make you feel special. Here’s this breathtakingly gorgeous man and all he wants is you.

‘So, you wanna know if I thought about you, hmm?’ your hand slips under your dress. ‘About that night? About your tongue tasting me? About your fingers exploring me? About your beautiful, big cock inside my wet little pussy? About how you were the best fuck of my life? The only man to ever make my earth shake like that?’ your legs spread a little but still not enough for him to see you. Somehow he’s not trying to, his eyes are fixated on yours, his mouth slightly agape, and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. ‘You wanna know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you, wishing you were inside me again? I’ve lost count. I’ve moaned your name into my pillow so many times, Dominick. Dominick. Dominick.’

Now you let him see. And he inches closer to you as you rub your clit in small circles, so wet already. He moans your name back at you. Watching you as you insert two fingers into your soaked pussy and start pumping in and out slowly, whimpering with pleasure and you can tell he’s about to fully lose it, it turns you on so much, making you shiver with lust.

‘And I pretended it’s you. But it could never feel as good. You really fucked me up, baby. You really did.’ you sound almost mad and he catches it, pulling you close as you withdraw from yourself.

‘I’m sorry.’ he apologizes and kisses you again and you claw at his shirt, nearly tearing it off within a second, followed by his jeans while he does the same with your dress. ‘I’m sorry.’ he says again, lips down your neck, across your collarbone. ‘I’m sorry.’

And it’s both of you who unravel. And you knew this was gonna happen. Because yes, he fucked you up but you fucked him up just as badly.

‘I’m sorry too.’ you whisper, running your fingers through his soft hair as he continues to place kisses downwards, his mouth closing around your nipple, tongue sneaking out to tease. Your back arches and his large hands grab your waist, not even a piece of paper could fit between your bodies. It’s so intimate, and he’s not even inside you yet. He’s in no rush you can tell although he’s as hard as he can get, pressing against your thigh, a wet spot forming on your skin there. It doesn’t matter, he’s lost in you, you’re lost in him.

When he finally slips inside you, you almost pass out at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his hips to get his full length as deep as possible. He groans into your neck, not moving for a second just letting himself melt with you.

‘Please.’ you whisper in his ear and your voice is shaking and he slowly starts moving, dragging out every thrust.

‘Fuck.’ he breathes. ‘Longest two weeks of my life.’ and you stare into his eyes with a sheepish grin.

It’s the hottest sight, Dominick on top of you, moving in and out of you, and you don’t know where to put your hands. His beautiful face, his warm chest, his toned arms, his strong shoulders, his tight ass, you really want all of him at once. And then this feeling he’s giving you where you are joined, his cock dragging along your tight walls, one hand reaching down because he knows how much you like it when his fingers play with your clit.

‘S-so g-goooood. So fucking good.’ you moan, clenching around him and he furrows his brow in an almost serious way at the sensation of you squeezing him.

‘You like it when I do that, hmm, babe?’ you ask, wiping a loose curl of hair from his face and he nods, kissing you sloppily.

And you do it again, and again. As much as you enjoy this slow rhythm, you are dying for him to pick up the pace a little, and this does the trick. He grabs one of your legs and hitches it up higher, opening you wider to him, fucking into you deeper and slightly harder. You let out a loud moan as he hits that spot within you.

‘Is this what you wanted, my sweet?’ and you smirk and affirm. It’s not long before you begin to shudder, whining his name as he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. ‘You really are so beautiful when you cum. All I wanna do is make you cum.’

He flicks his thumb over your clit again, pumping his dick so deep inside you, you lose all control over yourself. His eyes are staring into yours and that feeling you get scares you a little but it is all too much now, you have no time to think.

‘Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum. I love how you get even tighter around me when you do. How you shake. No more moaning my name into your pillow all by yourself. I’m here. I’m right here. I’m all yours. Cum for me, baby.’ He thrusts into you again and you uncoil.

‘Fuck! Dominick!’ you moan, clinging to him as you pulse and shudder with your orgasm.

He holds you and kisses you and continues to move in and out of you slowly, disregarding the chase for his own pleasure to revel in yours, to extend it even. This man. You cry out in pleasure, he has once again managed to lure the most intense climax from you, and you already know it won’t be the only one tonight. He hasn’t cum yet, it’s like he is holding back and while it makes him the sexiest man on the planet it also makes you want to make him cum even more. So you press your hands against his chest and push him off you, his eyes widen in surprise as you straddle him.

‘Okay.’ he grins up at you as you slowly lower yourself on his cock, letting him sink into you. ‘Jeez.’ he gasps and you feel even fuller in this position.

‘Any last words?’ you smile down on him and he pushes up into you without a warning, making you squeal. ‘Don’t you dare!’ you raise a finger.

‘You know where you can put that.’ he pokes his tongue out at you and you glare at him in shock before putting your hand over his mouth.

‘If you don’t shut up I’ll make you wait another two weeks.’ he immediately stays silent, a serious expression on his face as you smile triumphantly and start moving on his throbbing cock.

‘You don’t mean that.’ he blinks his eyes shut, pleasure taking over as you feel his thighs tense under you.

‘Please, I wouldn’t survive.’ you reply and his eyes flutter open again, a soft smile on his lips.

He grabs your hips, gently guiding your movements as you run your hands up and down his torso. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ you whisper and can’t believe he blushes. ‘What? Has no one ever told you that before?’ You drag him in and out of you slowly.

‘Not like that.’ he pauses. ‘I was always the lanky, skinny kid and girls tended to go for the quarterbacks.’ He looks perfect to you.

‘Well, I bet they never got dick like this from their quarterbacks.’ you shrug and he giggles until you make him moan again, rolling your hips back and forth a little faster.

From the way his hands are moving over your body you can tell he’s getting close. They’re restlessly looking for a place to settle, or a place they haven’t touched yet; up your sides, over your breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing, down your stomach to your pussy, over your thighs. You’re close to your next climax too and you know just the thing to send you both over the edge. While you move up and down his cock, you guide your hand down your pussy and start rubbing your clit, Dominick watching you with heavy eyes.

‘You like what you see, baby?’

He can only nod, and the sight of him watching you with his head pressed into the pillow, biting his lip, is so fucking hot. Poor boy is so close but you don’t want to pick up the pace. You’re dragging his cock in and out, painfully slow, circling your clit with your index and middle finger.

‘Dominick, you feel so good.’ you moan, arching your back, he has the best view of you riding him.

‘God, you are gonna make me lose it.’ his breath quickens.

‘Lose it, baby.’ you squeeze his cock with your walls, the beginnings of your orgasm crashing over your body like waves.

You sit up again and withdraw your fingers from yourself, only to offer them to him and he opens his mouth to taste them, taste you, hungrily. He jerks his hips up, slamming into you, and cums hard, releasing himself inside you with a shudder and the sexiest moan. Your pussy clenches around him as you literally ride out both of your orgasms, the two of you still shaking as he pulls you down onto him. And it’s some kind of insanity just how badly you want to take everything of him in at this moment, even though there’s not much more left to take in. Somehow you still want more of him. More. His lips are on your neck and yours are in his hair and you take in his scent, his heavenly scent that is now on your pillow, in your bed. Your bed.

You’re breathless and giggling and it’s warm and comfortable although you’re exhausted.

‘You don’t mind if I spend the night, do you?’ he asks, stroking your back.

Your brain is yelling at you to be careful. That you don’t really want this. That it’s just the endorphins or whatever. It’s nice to be wanted, it’s nice to be taken care of by a man like him, a man who knows how to touch a woman. To make a woman feel special. But you don’t want the complications of something more. Something serious. So you tell yourself, it doesn’t have to be like that. It can still be nice without it being serious. You will be careful. While still enjoying it.

‘Not at all.’ you say, snuggling up to his warm body.

And you ignore the unraveling.

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