#law and orde svu

[art-by-jas]

"Goodnight, Doll."

Summary: With the holidays approaching, Alex and you must hire more workers. Finn teases Sonny about his barista crush. Sonny takes you out to dinner.

After being told to take it easy and rest and relax, Sonny finally took the advice, he put in for a few days vacation, which Benson immediately approved. The sergeant explained that while they had started a big case, the Chicago Intelligence Unit, Detectives Lindsay and Halstead, were there to help. Sonny felt a little guilty about the timing, given the high stakes of the case, but Benson assured him they would be fine and that she understood his need to prioritize self-care. With his vacation approved, Sonny left the station feeling relief and excitement. He couldn't remember the last time he had taken real time off, having been too focused on work to prioritize relaxation.

As he entered the hallway of his apartment, he paused to glance back at your door. Stepping inside, he dropped his bag by the door and hurried to the kitchen. His fridge was woefully bare, a consequence of his long work hours and habit of eating most meals at the station's break room.

Surveying the sparse contents - some takeout containers, a couple of eggs, and a six-pack of beer - he let out a resigned sigh. If he wanted to unwind properly this week, a grocery run was clearly in order. With a renewed sense of determination, Sonny grabbed his keys and wallet and headed back out, the setting sun casting warm hues across the city skyline.

The familiar sounds of shopping carts and the hum of refrigerators greet Sonny as he steps into the store. He grabs a cart and begins browsing the aisles, gathering essentials like milk, bread, and vegetables. The store was surprisingly peaceful, with few other shoppers around. Sonny relishes the calm atmosphere, a welcome respite from the usual hustle and bustle of the city.

As he passed through the produce section, a display of fresh flowers caught his eye. On impulse, Sonny selects a bunch of mixed daisies, the camellias in particular drawing his attention. Placing the flowers in his cart, he feels a flicker of nervous anticipation. He’s not sure why he had chosen to buy them, but the sight of the blooms had made him think of you, and he found himself wanting to bring you a small gift.

After finishing his shopping and paying, Sonny exits the store feeling lighter and more at ease as he heads home.

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As the holiday season approached, your shop became increasingly busy, prompting you to make a difficult but necessary decision - you needed to hire additional staff to manage the growing workload.

After interviewing four candidates with Alex, you both carefully assessed their attributes. Jeziah, a 16-year-old boy, was lively but lacked maturity. Amy had a vibrant personality was a maybe. John seemed responsible, while Erin was efficient yet somewhat cold. Kiki had a positive attitude, but her tendency to gossip concerned you.

As you reviewed the interview notes in your office, you felt overwhelmed by the daunting task of selecting the right candidates to hire.

Alex glances at you, clearly sensing your hesitation. "What are you thinking, boss? Did any of them strike you as a good fit?"

You take a deep breath, biting your lip as you consider the question. "I'm not sure," you admitted.

Alex nods in agreement. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. It's not an easy decision."

The work schedule has Martha arriving for the next shift at 3 PM, followed shortly by Sean. Several other employees would clock in after them. As your shift neared its end, you began wrapping up loose ends, tidying the counter area, and restocking supplies for the incoming crew.

Hearing the bell over the door jingle, you glance up, your heart racing -It’s Sonny wearing casual clothes, jeans, and a plain grey t-shirt. His hair was a little messy as if he'd just woken up, and he had a hint of stubble on his jaw. Seeing him walk in with a man beside him, they talked, sharing a laugh as they strolled further into the coffee shop.

Sonny greets you with a warm smile, approaching the counter, the man beside him trailing a step or two behind before he glances at the menu board, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Hey," Sonny says, giving you a casual nod. "Sorry to drop in unannounced like this. We just needed a little caffeine boost." His voice was deeper than usual, with a hint of gravel in it, and you find yourself drawn to the sound of it. Blinking, you regain your composure, replying with a friendly smile of your own.

"No need to apologize," you reply, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. "Happy to have you. What can I get for you guys?"

"Hmm.. Why not be festival, I’ll try one of the pumpkin pie lattes, what about you?” Sonny glances at his friend to answer you.

“An Americano, please,” The man requests.

You nod and jot down their order on your pad. "Coming right up." Turning to the espresso machine, you began to prepare their drinks, the familiar motions helping to calm your nerves a bit. As you continue to prepare their drinks, Sonny glances back at his friend, who is standing behind him.

“Are you going to introduce me to your friend?” You ask with a smile.

"Right," Sonny grins, "this is Finn. One of the detectives I work with"

Finn steps forward, extending his hand towards you with a charismatic smile. "Pleasure to meet you," he says.

His eyes are bright and friendly, and his grip is firm as you shake his hand. "Likewise," you respond.

The coffee machine finishes brewing and you pour the drinks into cups. Adding the finishing touches, you slid the drinks across the counter to Sonny and Finn.

"Here you go, guys," you said, offering them a smile. "One Americano and one pumpkin pie latte."

Sonny picks up his coffee, savoring the aroma, before taking a sip. Finn did the same, a satisfied sigh escaping him.

"This is damn good coffee," Finn says, nodding in appreciation.

Sonny shoots him a look, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Told you this place was worth the trip." he winks at you. Finn chuckles and takes another sip while eyeing the pastries on display.

"I'm gonna check out the food," he states, wandering over to the display case. Sonny watches him for a moment before turning back to you, a shy smile on his face.

"Sorry about him," he says, chuckling softly. "He's always hungry. Especially after a long night."He brings the coffee cup back to his lips, taking another sip before setting it down on the counter between you. There is a slight pause before he speaks again, his gaze lingers on yours.

"So, uh, how've you been?" he asks, his voice soft and casual. "It's been a while since we've seen each other."

"I've been good," you answer, a small smile on your face. "Things have been pretty busy here lately. And you?"

Sonny shrugs, his broad shoulders moving underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "Oh, you know, the same old. Work, work, and more work. But today's my first day off in a while, so Finn and I thought we'd come by and grab some coffee before he has to go in later." He looks around the café, his eyes taking in the cozy atmosphere and the other customers scattered around. 

Just then, Finn appears at his side, holding a large cookie in his hand, 

"Man, I’m going to go broke, everything looks so good," Finn says.

You chuckle, “Why thank you, Finn, I appreciate it. You know what first one is free,”

“No, I can’t, c’mon, how much is it?”

“Seriously, a friend of Sonny is a friend of mine,” You smile at the other detective.

“Okay, if you are sure, Thanks,” Fin states with a grin.

You glance at the clock, noting the time. Sonny looks up from the cookie, his eyes locking on yours. He seems to hesitate for a moment before speaking.

"You know, since it's my day off, I was wondering if you'd be interested in hanging out? Maybe getting lunch or something?"

A flutter of excitement stirs in your stomach at his invitation. You hadn't expected him to ask, but you found yourself nodding almost immediately.

"Sure, I'd love to," you respond, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Sonny's face lit up with a smile, relief clearly etched on his features. He glances at Finn, who is now eyeing a slice of cake with great interest.

"Great," he says, his voice a bit brighter now. "We can figure out the details later. I'll text you."

You nod, feeling your heart rate pick up a notch at the thought of spending more time with Sonny. "Sounds good," you reply.

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As the two detectives walk outside, Finn shoots Sonny a knowing look before nudging Sonny lightly.

"You dog," Finn teases, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Sonny rolls his eyes but does not suppress a smirk. "Shut up," he says, giving Finn a playful smack on the arm.

"You couldn't resist, could you?" Finn persists, elbowing Sonny in the side. "Had to come back and see your little barista crush."

Sonny's face flushes a little, but he tries to play it cool. "She's not a crush," he protests, shoving his hands in his pockets. "We're just friends."

Finn raises an eyebrow, a smug expression on his face. "Just friends, huh? Is that why you were stuttering and blushing like a schoolboy when you asked her to hang out?"

"I was not stuttering," Sonny retorts, his face turning even redder. "And I wasn't blushing. It's hot out here, that's all."

"Yeah, hot in November, sure…” Finn laughs but relents, giving Sonny's shoulder a gentle punch. "Alright, alright. I'll lay off. But seriously, I'm happy for you, man. You deserve some happiness in your life."

Sonny's expression softens, and he shoots Finn a grateful smile. "Thanks, man," he says, the tension in his shoulders relaxing a bit. "I just hope I don't mess it up."

Finn claps him on the back. "You won't. You're a good guy, Carisi. And she seems to be a great girl. Just be yourself, and things will work out."

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When Sonny arrives home, he heads for the shower to freshen up. As the warm water cascades over him, he can't help but replay the scene in the café in his mind. The way you had smiled at him, the sound of your voice. He tried to remind himself to play it cool, to not come on too strong. You were just a friend, after all. But the memory of the way your eyes had lit up when he asked you to hang out made his heart race. 

As he got out of the shower and dried off, he mentally ran through different ideas for places to go for lunch. He wanted it to be somewhere casual, somewhere you would feel comfortable. He just hoped he wouldn't mess it up.

Gimme a min, a cup carrier decided to give out on me as I handed it to a customer. Covered in coffee -_- Let me take a shower first and I’ll be right over :)

Sonny saw your message and couldn't help but chuckle, he quickly typed out a reply.

Ouch, that sounds like a mess. Take your time though, no rush. I'll wait.

He sits down on the edge of his bed, trying to distract himself with his phone. But his mind keeps wandering back to you, wondering what you'd wear, how you'd do your hair. He shakes his head, scolding himself for being so damn smitten. To pass the time, he changes into a fresh pair of jeans and a dark blue button-down shirt. He runs his fingers through his still-damp hair a few times, trying to style it in a casual yet presentable way.

Sonny practically jumps at the sound of the knock ten minutes later, his heart pounding in his chest as he quickly gets up from the bed and goes to the door. He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves before opening the door, and his breath hitches as he sees you standing there, looking fresh and beautiful in a simple t-shirt and jeans.

"Hey," he says, his voice coming out a little huskier than he intended. He smiles, trying to act casual even though his body is buzzing with anticipation. "Ready to go?"

You smile back, "Yeah, I'm starving," you reply, your stomach growling as if to emphasize your point.

Sonny chuckles, "Well, let's get you fed, then," he says, gesturing for you to exit first.

He shuts the door behind him and leads the way down the hall, his mind racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. As you two walk side by side, he’s acutely aware of how close you are, how he can practically feel the heat radiating off your body.

He struggles to find something to talk about, "So, uh..." he begins, racking his brain for a decent conversation starter. "How was your morning? Was the shift okay before the spill incident?" He cringes inwardly at how lame the question sounded.

You laugh softly, apparently unfazed by his awkwardness. "Yeah, the rest of the morning was pretty uneventful, thankfully. But I did give the customer a free drink to make up for it."

Sonny nods, relieved that you hadn't seemed to pick up on his nervousness. He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to keep them from fidgeting.

"That's good," he says, pausing for a moment before adding, "So where do you want to go for lunch? I'm cool with pretty much anything."

You think for a moment before answering, "Hmm, I've been craving a burger all morning. Do you like burgers?"

A grin tugs at the corners of Sonny's lips at your suggestion. "Burgers sound perfect," he agrees. "There's a place a couple blocks from here that has really great burgers if you're cool with walking a bit."

You nod, falling into step beside him as you walk together towards the burger joint. The sun was warm on your skin, and a gentle breeze occasionally rustled through your hair.

Sonny is quiet for a moment, as if lost in thought. After a few minutes of walking, he suddenly speaks up.

"You know, I have to say," he begins, his voice soft, "You look nice today. I mean, you always look nice, but today especially."

A blush creeps up your cheeks at the compliment, and you smile shyly. "Thanks," you reply, glancing over at him. "You look pretty good yourself."

Sonny's heart skips a beat at your words, and he smiles back at you, feeling a flutter of excitement in his stomach. As you continue walking, the conversation flows smoothly between the two of you. Sonny finds himself relaxing more and more, enjoying the easy banter and the feeling of your presence beside him. The whole world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you, the noise and chaos of the city fading into the background.

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Finally, you arrive at the burger joint, and the smell of frying meat and melted cheese drifts out through the open doors. Sonny holds the door open for you and follows you inside. The place was bustling with activity, but there was a relaxed, carefree ambiance to the place. Both of you are greeted by the hostess and are shown to a small booth tucked away in the corner. As you sit down across from each other, Sonny notices the way the sunlight streaming through the window makes your eyes sparkle.

You take a look at the menu and begin to scan the options, while Sonny tries to tear his gaze away from your face. He picks up his own menu, pretending to look at the choices, but he can't seem to focus on anything except the way you were biting your lip as you read.

"What are you planning on getting?" He asks, trying to distract himself from his growing attraction towards you.

"Hmm," You tap your chin with your finger. "I'm thinking of getting the bacon cheeseburger, extra cheese, and extra bacon, with some onion rings on the side."

Sonny chuckles, amused by your decadent choice. "Extra cheese AND extra bacon? You're a woman after my own heart," he teases.

You shoot him a smile. "Hey, you only live once, right? Might as well go big or go home".

Sonny raises an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Oh, I'm all for going big. You haven't seen me at an all-you-can-eat buffet."

You laugh, "Is that a challenge?"

Sonny leans back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "Baby, I'll challenge you to anything," he says, his voice low and silky. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes darkened at his words. A flush crept up your cheeks, and you try to hide it by pretending to study your menu again. Sonny watches you closely, enjoying your reaction to his flirtation. He was feeling emboldened now, his earlier nerves almost forgotten.

The waitress comes over and takes your orders, and Sonny asks for a burger and fries as you request your order. As the waitress walks away, Sonny leans back in his seat, a smug smile on his face. "So, tell me something interesting about yourself."

You laugh, rolling your eyes good-naturedly at his smugness. "Oh, you want the good old 'tell me about yourself' question, huh?"

You think for a moment before replying, "Well, I'm not that interesting, honestly. I grew up in a small town, moved here for college, and never left. I like to read and write and draw in my free time, and love watching true crime documentaries."

Sonny listens intently, genuinely intrigued by your responses. "A small-town girl, huh? I can totally see that. You have that wholesome vibe," he teases, grinning mischievously.

He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. "Let me guess, you're secretly a huge fan of 'Unsolved Mysteries', aren't you?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Guilty as charged," you admit. "I have been known to binge-watch entire seasons in one sitting."

Sonny's eyes sparkle with appreciation, his smile widening. "See? I knew I liked you for a reason," he says emphatically. "I'm always looking for someone to discuss good old Robert Stack." You laugh, enjoying his enthusiasm. 

The waitress comes back with their orders and sets down two large and delicious-looking burgers in front of you. Sonny's stomach growls loudly at the sight of the food, and you can’t help but chuckle at his unabashed hunger.

He immediately digs into his burger, taking a large bite and letting out a satisfied moan. "Oh, my God," he says around a mouthful of food, eyes practically rolling back in his head. "This is heaven. Pure, delicious, greasy heaven."

You laugh incredulously, shaking your head at his shameless lack of manners. "Seriously? I've never seen anyone get so excited over a burger before."

You delicately take a bite of your burger, closing your eyes in pleasure as the flavors hit your tongue. "Okay, I have to admit, this is pretty damn good."

Sonny swallows his mouthful, a contented grin stretches across his face. "See? I told you," he says, winking at you. He takes another bite, trying to speak through a mouthful of food. "So, tell me more about your love for drawing. Are you one of those people who can draw a perfect photorealistic sketch of an apple or something?"

You snort, waving away the notion. "I'm no Da Vinci, that's for sure. I mainly doodle in my sketchbook when I'm bored or feeling inspired."

You shrug, taking another bite of your burger. "It's just a hobby, really. Not something I'd ever consider doing professionally. But it's relaxing."

Sonny nods, taking a moment to finish off his burger before responding. "Hobbies are important," he says, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "It's good to have something to help you unwind and relax. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "So what do you draw? Landscapes, people, animals... what's your go-to subject?"

You think for a moment, contemplating your preferences. "I'm not sure I have a go-to subject. I like drawing people, but I also enjoy drawing nature, buildings, animals, anything with texture and shadows." You take a thoughtful bite of onion ring, chewing slowly as you continue. "I just doodle whatever strikes my mood at the moment, honestly. Sometimes it's a person, other times it's a landscape or a still life."

Sonny listens intently, feeling an unexpected pang of admiration for your creative pursuits. "Wow, that sounds really impressive," he says, his voice a touch softer than before. "I've always been jealous of people who can draw or paint. I can barely manage stick figures." He chuckles self-deprecatingly, running his hand through his hair. "But what I lack in artistic talent, I make up for in other areas, I suppose."

You arch an eyebrow, teasing him. "Oh yeah? And what areas might those be?" You bit back a smile, enjoying the banter between the two of you.

A cocky smile spreads across his face. "Oh, I have many talents, doll," Sonny drawls. 

You try to hide your flush by taking a long sip of soda, but Sonny's smug smile tells you he'd noticed the effect his words had on you. He reached across the table and grabbed an onion ring from your plate, popping it in his mouth, and winks.

You feign outrage, pretending to swat at his hand. "Hey, hey, hey! Get your own onion rings, buddy."

Sonny grins unrepentantly, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry, sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "I just couldn't help myself. These onion rings are amazing."

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile at his cheeky behavior. "You're lucky you're cute," you say, trying to sound stern.

Sonny's grin widens at your compliment. "You think I'm cute, eh? Careful, doll, you might make me blush."

Sonny chuckles, a wicked twinkle in his eye. "Oh, so you think I'm cute, huh?" he teases, leaning back in his seat and resting his arms behind his head.

You shake your head, trying to keep a straight face. "Don't let it go to your head," you warn. 

Sonny feigns innocence, placing a hand over his heart. "Me? Let it go to my head? Never," he replies, his voice dripping with mock sincerity.

You laugh, shaking your head again. "You're insufferable, you know that?" you say, but there was no heat behind the words. You were starting to find his confidence flirting a bit endearing.

Sonny rests his chin on his hand and gives you a crooked smile. "But you like it," he responds, his eyes sparkling. "Admit it."

You opened your mouth to protest, but then closed it again, realizing that you really did like it. His confidence and cheeky charm were strangely attractive, even if you didn't want to admit it to yourself.

"Maybe," you finally concede, a small smile playing on your lips.

Sonny's grins again, his blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I knew it," he states, leaning back in his seat again. "You can't resist the Carisi charm."

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile. "Oh, yes, I'm completely helpless in the face of your charms," you voice dryly, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.

"What about you, tell me something interesting about you," you ask.

"Well, I grew up and still am very much Catholic, played basketball and little league in high school. I'm O-negative, so if you ever need a transfusion, I'm your guy," Sonny continues telling random facts about his life.

As Sonny tells you more about his upbringing and his hobbies, you can’t help but feel more and more intrigued by him. There was something genuine and endearing about his willingness to share these random details about himself.

"O-negative, huh?" you say, smiling. "I'll keep that in mind."

"I worked in homicide, and I was a patrol officer before becoming a detective in Staten Island's SVU." Sonny continues.

He reached for another of your onion rings and pops it into his mouth, winking at you. You swatted at his hand again, but this time with less conviction. "Hey, those are mine!" you protested, but you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips. The waitress comes over, leaving the check at the edge of the table. Sonny quickly glances at the amount before pulling out his wallet.

"Here, let me get this," he says, pulling out a credit card.

You are a little surprised by his quick move. "Oh, you don't have to do that," you protest. "We can split the bill."

Sonny shakes his head, waving off your protest. "Nah, I got this," he declares, giving you a look that brooked no argument. The waitress comes back and takes the card, leaving the two of you alone at the table again. Sonny leans back in his seat, studying you with a thoughtful expression on his face.

You fidget a bit under his gaze, feeling a little self-conscious. "What?" you ask, a hint of defensiveness in your voice.

Sonny smiles, his gaze softening. "Nothing. I just like looking at you, that's all," he replies, his voice a low rumble.

Your heart skips a beat, and you try to hide the effect his words have on you by averting your gaze. "You're laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?" you say.

Sonny laughs, unperturbed by your attempt to downplay his compliments. "Maybe a little," he admits, shamelessly. "But I only say what I mean, doll."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. "You're impossible, you know that?" you express, but there is no real heat behind the words.

Sonny grins, leaning forward in his seat. "What can I say? You bring out the impossible in me."

His eyes flicker up to the waitress returning with his credit card before looking back at you. "Ready to go?" he asks, rising to his feet and holding out a hand.

You accept his hand, feeling a shiver run down your spine as your skin makes contact with his.

"Yeah, let's go," you voice, standing up and smoothing out your clothes.

Sonny squeezes your hand before releasing it, instead placing a hand on the small of your back as he guides you out of the restaurant. As you step out into the crisp night air, a brief shiver runs through you, the cool temperature a stark contrast to the warmth of the restaurant. Sonny notices you shiver and, without a word, slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. The material was warm and smelled faintly of his cologne, and you instinctively snuggled into the comforting scent.

"Can't have you freezing on me," he comments, his voice a low rumble.

"Thanks," you mutter, pulling the jacket tighter around your shoulders. Sonny slips his hands into his pockets and starts walking, falling into step beside you. 

As you stroll down the busy city street, a comfortable silence settles between you. Every so often, you stole a side glance at him, admiring his profile in the soft glow of the streetlights. He catches you looking more than once, and each time he flashes a cocky grin, knowing full well the effect he was having on you. 

The night air still has a chill, but with his jacket around your shoulders and the warmth of his presence beside you, you feel surprisingly warm. You try to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

The apartment building comes into view, its familiar brick facade a welcome sight. Sonny glances at you as you approach, then slows his pace as you reach the steps leading up to the doors.

The elevator dings and the doors open, pulling you both back to reality. You step out onto the floor of your apartment doors opposite each other.

Sonny turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "Tonight was... fun," he smiles, his voice a little rougher than usual.

"Yeah, it was," you agree, "Thanks for dinner."

Sonny steps closer, closing the gap between you. Before you had time to react, he cupped your face with both hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. Your heart leaps into your throat as Sonny steps towards you, his hands cupping your face gently. His warm fingers brush against your skin, sending little tingles down your spine.

As you meet his intense gaze, your breath hitches in your throat. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you can smell the faint scent of his cologne.

"Sonny..." you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

The loud voices of the kids down the hall break the moment between you and Sonny. You both jump apart, momentarily startled. You let out a shaky breath, feeling a sting of disappointment at the interruption. You look up at Sonny, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked equally annoyed, his face set in a scowl as he watched the rowdy kids run by. As the kids disappear around the corner, Sonny turns back to you, a small frown still on his face. "Sorry about that," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Kids, am I right? I should probably let you get some sleep," he speaks, his voice a little rough around the edges. He glances over his shoulder at his own apartment door, then back at you. 

You nod, feeling the same pang of disappointment at the thought of the evening coming to an end. "Yeah, I probably should," you reply, trying to sound casual. Yet, you both stand there for a moment, neither one of you quite ready to say goodnight just yet. The silence stretches between you, filled with an unspoken tension. You could feel the heat of Sonny's gaze on you, and you felt inexplicably drawn to him, like there was more to say, more to discover.

Finally, Sonny speaks up, "Goodnight, Doll."

"Night, Sonny." You give him a small smile before you turn to enter your apartment, Sonny does the same to his.

As you close the door behind you, you lean against it and sigh. Despite the interruption from the rowdy kids, the evening had been one of the best you'd had in a long time. Something about Sonny fascinated you and made your heart beat a little faster. You wander over to your couch and collapse onto it, replaying the evening in your mind, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

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Take Two and Something More

So this chapter flowed really nicely and I rather like it so I hope you guys do as well. I am working on chapter four but it probably won’t be as quick to be uploaded as I will be back at work this week. 

Also again, any mistakes are my own. 

Also also, please check out my prompt list and feel free to request something! I really enjoyed writing my requests last time! 

Side note, this GIF really shows how nice his hands are....or is that just me? 

Warnings: I don’t believe there are any but please let me know if there is something here that needs to be tagged as a warning. 

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The case against Paul O’Neil had resulted in him being found guilty of multiple counts of rape, harassment and stalking . Once the newspapers had written about his arrest after Finn, Viper and Nick had searched his apartment and found a number of videos of his attacks, a number of other women came forward with their accounts.  It had been a tough case, Paul’s defence team claiming that the women agreed to be videoed and that everything was consensual but thankfully the jury was able to see through his charm. During the trial you had sat in the court room to support the women and though you would deny it with all your being you were impressed with Rafael Barba and his ability to trap the suspect or one of the witnesses for defence in their lie and force them to backpedal.

“I guess you were telling the truth,” you muttered to Olivia while the two of you were waiting for your drinks at the bar. Olivia glanced at you, a smirk on her face.

“Telling the truth about what?” she asked, smirk turning into a grin when you shot her a pointed look.

“About that ADA,” you said, voice tinged with annoyance. “He is a good lawyer.”

“Wow, that sounded incredibly painful for you to admit,” Olivia laughed picking up her wine.

“Shut up.”

You thanked the bartender after he placed your whiskey in-front of you. The two of you walked to meet the rest of the team at your booth. You stopped short when you realised there was an extra person sitting at the booth. Olivia looked at you, nudging you carefully in the arm forcing you to look at her.

“Play nice,” she whispered forcing you to keep walking.

Thankfully she took the sit beside him but that meant you had to sit across from him. The table grew quiet before forced conversations were picked up again but you could tell that the team was watching you out of the corner of their eyes and paying more attention to what was going to happen. You took a big sip of your whiskey before looking up at Rafael who was already staring at you. You felt an uptake in the speed of your heart beats and a rush of warmth growing up your neck the longer you stared at his face, his green eyes just staring you down. The light from the bar hitting his face at all the right angles and brought your eyes to the strong features of his jawline and his nose. You blinked a few times and took another sip from your drink and looked away for a moment before looking back. He was still staring at you, though you thought you had noticed a slight red tinge to his cheeks but you weren’t sure if it was from the lights or reflecting off of Olivia’s red shirt.

The tension was thick between the two of you, you could almost feel it suffocating the air. You waited to see if he was going to say anything but he just stared at you sipping from his own drink. You noticed Oliva nudging him in the arm and giving him a sharp look. You felt something tap your leg and glanced at Nick who was also giving you a sharp look.

‘Go on’. Nick mouth at you, his glass hiding his mouth from the other side of the table. You sighed, glaring at him before turning back to Rafael.

“Hi,” you said, grimacing at the awkwardness. “Good job in court.”

Rafael nodded but didn’t respond. You blinked sitting up straighter and looking towards Olivia. You glared at her before completely ignoring the man across from you and turning to engage Nick in his conversation with Finn and Amanda.

“Rafael, play nice,” Olivia said when Rafael turned to her. “Viper is trying and so can you. You said you would  be civil.”

“They haven’t apologised,” Rafael said, his tone haughty and completely different to what Olivia was use to. She groaned rubbing her forehead.

“You two are like children,” she muttered. “Viper is not going to apologise in-front of all of us but they will. They promised. Besides, you also admitted to me that their profile was accurate and helped get the warrant.”

“That has nothing to do with this,” Rafael groused. He swallowed the rest of his drink and motioned for Olivia to move.

“Going already counsellor?” Amanda asked bringing everyone’s attention to him. You looked away from Nick and saw that Rafael looked a little like a deer in headlights at all the attention before he masked it.

“Yes, I have another case to start preparing for in the morning,” he said nodding at all them. You watched him go before feeling four sets of eyes on you. You slowly turned around and saw that they had all switched their attention to you.

“Go on!” Nick half shouted shoving you towards the end of booth.

“You did tell me you would apologise,” Olivia said taping your foot with hers. You looked at Finn and Amanda who both made shooing motions with their hands.

“I can not take any more tension and awkwardness,” Amanda whined. “Do something about it, be a grown up and apologise.”

You grumbled as you got up and followed the ADA out of the bar but not before downing the rest of your whiskey. Thankfully Rafael hadn’t gotten very far from the entrance of the bar. You jogged to catch up.

“Counsellor!” you called out. He stopped and turned around looking a little surprised that you had followed him.

“Can I help you detective or are you here to demand something else from me?” Rafael knew he was being petty but he couldn’t help it. You reared back a little at that, surprised but also knowing that you kinda deserved it.

“No actually,” you tried to keep your tone civil but knew that your tone was edged in anger. You took a deep breath and pushed your anger down. “I’m here to apologise. Whether I meant to or not I attempted to intimidate you that day in your office and it was inappropriate. I am sorry for doing that.” Your tone thankfully was sincere as you were sorry for having done that. It was something you hated doing during your time undercover but it was necessary for your role, for you to have done it without thinking to someone on your side made your stomach drop and feel sick.  

“Whether you meant to or not?” Rafael asked. “I didn’t realise intimidation was an instinct.”

“Seriously? I am here apologising and you’re acting like an arse,” you seethed. “And yes whether I meant to or not. That action was something I had to do over the last year when I did a joand it is not something easy to come back from.”

“I’m being an arse?” Rafael scoffed. “That’s rich.” He crossed his arms, staring you down. You shook your head not able to believe how he was acting. You thought you had acted like a child in your first meeting with him and now in your second actual conversation he is acting like a child.

“Yes!” You shouted pressing your palms into your eyes and groaning. “My god. I don’t know why I even bothered.” You turned around just wanting to leave the situation.

Rafael stood there for a moment, staring at you as you entered back into the bar. He scoffed again before turning around, he paused briefly and knew that Olivia would give him a headache if you mentioned how that entire conversation went. He sighed, knowing that this time he was in the wrong, you had sounded very sincere with your apology and even provided an explanation that didn’t sound like an excuse but just you trying to explain it. He rubbed the back of his neck and pulled out his phone to order an uber. He didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t just accept your apology and move on,  this could affect the whole squad and that wasn’t something he wanted to do. He would be loathed to admit it but Manhattan SVU had gotten under his skin and he rather enjoyed working with them.

He sighed rubbing at his temples as his uber pulled up and he got in. He rested his chin on his hand and stared out the window. Still trying to work out what exactly went wrong. Your eyes had seemed to burn with fire when he first responded to you before you seemed to calm down and the fire in your eyes simmered down, he noticed whenever he looked at you that the embers of a fire seemed to be constantly in your eyes. Though he found them to most appealing when you were angry. He blinked and shook his head looking up and huffing in disbelief, he did not find you appealing in the least and he definitely didn’t act the way he did just to see how your eyes looked. Nope. That is not something an ADA of his calibre did. His phone beeped, forcing him to look down and get out of his head.

“Shit,” Rafael sighed noticing that it was a message from Olivia. He thought about leaving it unread but he knew that would cause a bigger headache the next time he saw the detective. He thumbed open the message.

Message from Olivia: Seriously?! What is wrong with you Rafi? They apologised and you acted like a compete jerk.

Message to Olivia (draft): I didn’t find it sincere enough

‘I can’t send that,’ he thought. ‘Viper seems the type of person who wouldn’t apologise unless they meant it.’

Message to Olivia: Truthfully, I don’t know.

Message from Olivia: Well, you better figure it out and fix it! Viper will be interacting with you a lot, and this team cannot have any tension.

Message to Olivia: I will.

Rafael sighed putting his phone away, he really didn’t have any idea how to fix this as he truly didn’t understand how and why he acted the way did.

--

“I cannot believe that arrogant, egotistical, jerk!” you growled slamming back another shot of vodka. It probably wasn’t the best idea but honestly you didn’t care. You had apologised and even tried to explain why you did it, and you didn’t even like mentioning that you had done undercover work but you felt he was owed something.

“I know, I know,” Amanda patted you on the back and went to the bar for another round.

Olivia was sitting across from you and patted your hand, Nick sat on your right with his arm around your shoulders letting you lean into him. Finn had left already but not before telling you not to mind Rafael, you did the right thing. He also paid for two rounds of vodka shots. You had had about four shots of vodka, having one of Olivia’s and one of Nicks. Nick had pushed his in-front of you, telling you that he’ll drive you home so you can go nuts. Amanda had taken Nick’s other shot.

“I mean I apologised!” you groaned. “And he just…just urgh!”  

Amanda giggled softly as she sat back down across from you beside Olivia putting two more shots in-front of you and one in-front of herself and a glass of water in-front of Olivia and Nick. You reached for the shots and downed them in quick succession. Nick laughed and nudged his water before you, urging you to at least have a sip.

“Come on, just a mouthful otherwise you are going to feel like hell tomorrow,” Nick whispered his fingers running through your hair. You pouted and reached for the water taking a few sips.

Amanda and Olivia shared a look at the way Nick was treating you, it was something new since you had gotten back though you didn’t seem to mind too much. And it also seemed to get through to you in your tipsy stupor. You smiled at him and patted his cheek when he took back his water and sipped from it.

“I’ll have a talk with him and we can try and sort it out,” Olivia promised getting your focus on her. “And please believe me when I tell you that he isn’t normally like that. And Viper please promise me if he comes to you and apologises that you won’t do what he did.”  You sat up from your slump against Nicks side and vigorously shook your head.

“Of course I wouldn’t!” You promised. “If he is sincere with his apology like I was of course I would accept it. It can take cocky dickheads like that a lot of balls to say sorry. I should know, I can be like that as well.” The three of them laughed at your admission and decided that should probably be it for the night. You all did have work in the morning,

“Come on up you get, time to take you home,” Nick said and this time he was gentler when he moved you out of the booth. His hands on your waist. The four of you made your way outside, Olivia and Amanda ordering their Ubers. You weren’t overly drunk but the quick shots of vodka were definitely going to your head and making you dizzy. Nick had wrapped his arm around your waist to help stabilise you, and you had placed your arms around his neck, bringing you close to his face. You leant your head in the crook of his neck.

“Are you right with them?” Olivia asked. “I don’t mind sharing an uber with Viper.”

“No it’s fine, they live on the way to mine,” Nick shook his head, looking down at you with an extremely soft look on his face, one that Olivia saw when he looked or talked about Zara.

“Right well, see you all in the morning!” Amanda waved as her uber pulled up getting side and gesturing to her phone at Olivia.

“Not very subtle,” Nick whispered to Olivia who just shook her head.

“Who knows what is going through her head, especially after a couple of vodka shots,” Olivia said. “Ah, my Uber is here. See you both in the morning, make sure they drink plenty of water.”

“I will, safe trip back Liv,” Nick waved.

“Bye bye Liv!” you waved at her.  Olivia smiled indulgently at you before getting in her Uber. “Nick?”

“Yes?” Nick looked back down at you as he started to direct you to his car. He hadn’t parked far from the bar which he was grateful for, you weren’t heavy but you definitely weren’t light. Especially with how much of your weight you were putting on him.

“I’m tired,” you pouted. “And…and I still feel really bad about what I did.”

“Hey, you apologised,” Nick said squeezing your waist. “Don’t feel too bad about it, Rafael can get very frustrating.”

“Yeah but I hate doing that, when I had to do it from them it made me feel sick,” you whined. “Those people where innocent and they didn’t deserve for me to frighten and intimidate them.”

Nick tried to get a look at your face but you had buried it in his neck but he knew you were crying, he could feel the tears hitting the skin on his neck. He quietly seethed, angry beyond belief at Rafael for causing you to be like this. Yes, in the beginning you had been in the wrong but you had tried to make it right but Rafael for some insane reason decided to be a dick and not graciously accept it. Nick unlocked his car and opened the door, gently placing you in the seat before kneeling in-front of the door and reaching up to wipe away the tears.

“Viper, look at me,” Nick’s voice was incredibly soft and gentle, his eyes swam with concern when you finally raised your eyes and looked at him. “Whatever you did when you were under cover you did to protect those women and to protect other women. If you hadn’t agreed to help who knows how many other women would have been harmed.”

You nodded and rubbed at your eyes trying to stop the tears but they just kept on coming, a small sob escaped from your throat no matter how hard you tried to stop it. Nick reached up and wrapped his arms around you drawing you into his chest allowing you to get out whatever you needed. You clutched his shirt in your hands, so hard that your knuckles turned white. He rubbed his hand up and down your back, not saying anything but making soothing noises in the back of his throat. His other hand had wrapped round the base of your neck and gently stroked the skin there.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered as you leaned back noticing how much snot was now on his shirt.

“That’s alright,” Nick smiled tapping you on the nose. “I have a feeling that was something you needed to get out of your system. Now, let me get you home so you can have some water and get some sleep.”

“Thanks Nick,” you smiled up at him, your eyes red rimmed and drowsy not just from the alcohol now but also from the tears. “Everything you have done for me since I got back, I really appreciate it.”

Nick nodded and moved around the drivers side of the car, once he had sat down he reached out one last time to gently brush his fingers against your cheek.

“You never have to thank me for that,” Nick smiled.

He looked back to the front of the car and focused on getting you home safe. He missed the red that dusted your cheeks that wasn’t there before, something you were grateful for. You weren’t entirely sure what was happening with Nick but he had been acting different since you had gotten back and the squad had seen how different you were. How broken your time under cover had made you. You glanced at Nick and watched the street lights play over his face before looking away not wanting to get caught staring. You leaned your head against the window and went back over your conversation  with Rafael to try and see where you had gone wrong. Maybe you didn’t sound as sincere as you had thought. You tried to remember the facial expressions of the ADA to see if maybe there was a clue there. Your face suddenly felt very warm when you remembered how he looked when he turned around after you had called out for him. His face had those strong angles, his chin had a little five o’clock shadow growing on it, and his eyes, his eyes were so expressive and the green in them was everchanging.  You shook you head, not wanting to further entertain those thoughts or even want to start working out where they came from.  Especially after that moment in the bar and not until you worked out what was going on with Nick.

You rested your head against the back of the seat and closed your eyes. In the morning everything would be better. You just knew it.

[avengernerdone]

Olivia Benson is asked what haircut she considers the worse. She shrugs. "None of them."

The crowd boos. "They're right." Says a voice in the distance. "That reverse mullet was the worst." Its Elliot Stabler.

[givemegifs]

[storiesofsvu]

An Itch to Scratch

Sonny Carisi x reader x Peter Stone. Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome (m/m/f). A/N: it's mentioned in the story, but in this scenario Sonny has yet to be in the squad and Stone's still living in Chicago, ie; they don't know each other until they meet here.

It’s a very known fact to everyone that humans have needs, and sometimes those needs are carnal, and absolutely take precedence over everything else. On the occasion those needs can be satisfied quickly with ones own hands, if that’s not enough there’s always the solution of some special toys. That had been your original thought, some self loving would satisfy you and you could make your way onto your weekend plans. Instead you spent so many rounds with your vibrator it had ran out of battery life and you were still aching for more. Rather than waiting for it to charge to try again you decided there was only one solution to this that would actually work, so you freshened up, put on a cute sundress along with some enticing makeup and hit up a bar a few streets over from your apartment.

Naturally, you weren’t the only person in Manhattan that was going through the same struggle.

Sonny was having a hell of a time trying to fit in with the Staten Island squad, and of course this was making him even more frustrated being a Staten Island native himself. It was his third rotation of SVU boroughs and he was beginning to wonder if maybe this wasn’t actually the job for him. He needed to blow off some steam, and somewhere he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew, so he cabbed into Manhattan to find a bar.

Peter on the other hand, was only in town for a family thing. That on its own was enough to warrant wanting to escape. Though, he was already escaping work, Chicago’s intelligence unit was running him ragged and when his dad brought up the family reunion he jumped at the opportunity to use up some vacation days. He loved the city and knew some of the best spots thanks to the years touring through with the team. So when a discussion turned into a debate that turned into a lecture, he feigned a work call from his second chair and headed back to his hotel before deciding what bar to hit up tonight.

The lights were low, the music just loud enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear the conversation of the table next to you. The bar was full, but not packed, the vibe somewhere between everyone’s favourite pub to wind down with a beer and the ideal place where you’d meet someone new. You grabbed a mojito from the bar and settled into a high top table where you could see most of the room, your eyes searching through the crowd for a potential suitor. There was a good variety of people in here tonight, ages ranging, some with groups of friends, some either on dates or with a wingman, and a handful, like yourself, there alone.

You spotted him first, as he approached the bar and ordered a beer, the man was tall, thin, his blue eyes piercing as he glanced around the room. You waited for him to join a group, or have a girl sidle up to his side but he simply settled at the bar with his beer. You watched him for a little bit, trying to determine what kind of a night he was having, he was dressed casually, jeans and a Henley, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His eyes flitted between the television behind the bar and his phone while he made conversation with the bartender. He was rather animated when he talked expressing his words with his hands; you couldn’t help but stare fingers long and elegant, your mind began to wander, thinking about what else they could do. Chewing on your straw you felt your cheeks heat as the thoughts in your mind got dirtier the longer you watched. He finished his beer and for a moment you thought you had missed your chance, but it turned out he was only disappearing to the bathroom, returning to order a second drink. It was now or never you figured, draining your drink and making you way up to the bar, resting against the ledge of the wood right next to him.

“Can I grab another mojito please?” The bartender nodded, flashing you a smile as they started to make your drink. You could feel the man’s eyes glance over to you, drinking you in as you pretended not to notice.

“That everything?” The bartender asked and you pursed your lips as you glanced through the liquor bottles before turning to the man.

“I can never decide what to shoot, what’s your go to?”

“Oh, uh..” he glanced through the bottles quickly, “probably Jameson’s.”

“Two Jamie’s please.” You asked the bartender who pulled down the bottle and promptly poured them out. You slid the cash across to cover the cost and tip and the slid one of the glasses over to the man, “cheers.” He clinked his glass with yours and the two of you shot back the liquor.

“Thanks.” He shot you a grin, extending out his hand, “Sonny.”

“Y/n.” Smiling, you accepted the hand shake, letting your fingers linger in his longer than normal as your eyes flitted up and down his body, “this your regular place?”

“Nah.” He let out a small laugh, “jus wanted somewhere I wouldn’t run into anyone, ya know?”

“Rough week?”

“Less than ideal, but coulda been worse.”

“I know the feeling.” You paused to take a hefty swig of your drink, “I take it you’re not waiting for anyone then?”

“No.” He grinned over the rim of his beer, “you waitin’ for someone?”

“No one in particular.” You smirked up at him, watching the way his eyes dragged up your body, focussing on how you lips wrapped around your straw.

Sonny felt his pulse pick up, the dress you had on was fitted perfectly, the skirt flowing out just enough to not be skin tight, the swell of you chest bouncing slightly when you laughed. He hadn’t come out tonight with the intent of hooking up, but now he was wondering if maybe his plan should change. The two of you chatted for a little bit longer, mainly about nothing, a few comments here and there about the game playing behind the bar. Suddenly your hand was on his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze,

“It was nice to meet you Sonny. You know where to find me if you want me to help make that rough week better.”

Shooting him a wink you sauntered back to the table you’d started at. Sonny was cute, seemed like a really nice guy, someone you could take home to your parents, and you weren’t sure if that was the vibe you wanted for tonight. You left the ball in his court, wanting to see if he would up his game, turn on the pizazz and approach you as the night wore on. You also wanted to see what else was out there, while you may end up leaving your phone number with Sonny you weren’t sure if he was looking for the same thing you were tonight.

He sent you over another mojito a little bit later, tilting his beer bottle in your direction when you glanced his way with a smile of thanks on your cheeks. He had enjoyed talking to you, and did want to continue on, but he also wanted to wind down a little bit more before indulging into anything more.

*

Peter entered the bar with two very clear intentions in his head, get a decent buzz on, and find someone to go home with. He wanted to drink to relax, and then fuck his frustrations out on some pretty thing. His eyes scanned the crowd as he made his way up to the bar, there were a few girls already eyeing him down, but he was rolling his eyes at them. He wanted someone that would make him work for it first, not someone who was just going to drop to their knees and do whatever he wanted. He wanted someone that could hold their ground against him, a fun little challenge to distract him from the bullshit week he’d had. He also didn’t want to deal with someone who was with a group of people, having to either infiltrate his way into the group and put up with everyone else while attempting to pick up, or having everyone in said group watching their every move as the flirtation began. It was annoying, something that seemed very high school to him, especially if he wasn’t going to see her ever again.

He approached the bar and while he waited for the bartender his eyes fell on you, alone at a table, small smile on your face as you scrolled through your phone. There was no other glass on your table, no coat or signs of another person being with you and you were dressed like you wanted some kind of attention. You glanced up from your phone and accidentally locked eyes with him, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks as you smiled, letting out a small laugh before you ducked your gaze.

You weren’t sure why you were the one blushing when he was the one caught staring, but you couldn’t help the heat oozing through your body. The man was attractive, broad chest and back, thick arms covered with a black sweater, the type of guy you knew could throw you around. When you glanced back up he was saying something to Sonny, gesturing towards the tv with his drink and your eyes widened slightly as realization washed over you. That was certainly one way to make sure your needs were taken care of tonight.

Peter waited a bit, letting his first drink sink in to gain some extra confidence, and to make sure you weren’t waiting for someone. He watched a younger man approach your table, flirting perhaps a little too hard and while you politely smiled your way through it, you still sent him packing a minute later. He wasn’t surprised, you were out of the guy’s league, and the guy looked barely old enough to even be in the bar. He ordered a second bourbon and two shots, scooping them up from the bar and sauntering over to your table. You glanced up with a grin on your face as you watched him approach the table,

“So he does have the balls to make a move.” You greeted slyly and he chuckled, sliding the shot over to you.

“Had to make sure you weren’t waiting on someone, wouldn’t want to embarrass myself.”

“You mean like numb nuts over there?” You asked, gesturing towards the younger guy and Peter laughed once again, “at least you didn’t show up empty handed.” You picked up the shot glass and clinked it with his before shooting it back.

“What can I say, my mom taught me to always bring something to the table.” He extended his hand, “Peter.”

“Y/n.” His hand shake was strong and you once again found yourself having impure thoughts about the other things hands and fingers could do. “Take seat.” You gestured, “tell me Peter, you come here often?”

“Not anymore.” He let out a small laugh, “I’m in town from Chicago.”

“What brings you to the big apple?”

“Family bullshit.”

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink, “no wonder you chose to hit up a bar instead.”

“Yeah.” He laughed, “what about you? This your regular spot?”

“Nah,” your head tilted slightly as you surveyed him, “but I’ve got this itch I can’t seem to scratch.”

“Anything I can help with?” He asked, a sly grin taking over his cheeks.

“Oh most definitely.” You grinned back at him, letting out a little chuckle as you sipped at your drink.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation, Peter enjoyed the way you challenged him, the flirting picking up more banter as it went on. While he was already pretty sure you would say yes to going home with him, you weren’t about to completely give it up that easily, and he enjoyed that. You finished off your drink, playing with the ice with your straw for a minute while he finished up a story.

“I’m gonna grab another drink.” You shifted to slide off the bench and Sonny suddenly appeared beside you, sliding another mojito toward you.

“I gotcha doll.” He winked and you felt your cheeks heat at the pet name as you moved back to where you’d been sitting, Sonny sliding in beside you.

“Oh.” Peter stalled, “my bad, I didn’t realize you were here with someone.” He moved to stand and your hand clasped around his forearm, pulling his attention back to the table.

“I met Sonny about ten minutes before you walked in here.”

“I’m not intruding am I?” Sonny asked, suddenly realizing he might’ve read the room wrong and the two of you laughed.

“Just met her tonight.” Peter explained, watching the way you looked between the two of them with a grin on your face and he started to pick up what you were putting down, extending his hand to the other man. “Peter.”

“Sonny.”

“So sweetheart…” he settled back into his seat, “why don’t you tell us more about this itch?”

*

Peter’s hotel room was closest, he’d also splurged for the California king bed, and knew the mini bar was more than well stocked. It was a decent sized room, couch across from the foot of the bed, large windows overlooking the city, though he made a point of pulling the shades shut after entering the room. Peter offered you drinks from the mini bar, taking a swig off a bottle of whiskey before passing it off to Sonny whose hand trailed up your back, moving your hair to one side before his lips hit the side of your neck. You let out a satisfied hum at the feeling, glancing up when Peter’s hand closed around your chin, tilting your lips up to his for a kiss. It started slow, lips moving against each other with grace while you found you rhythm. His free hand came to your hip, tongue sliding across your lower lip before sneaking into your mouth. Your arms looped around his shoulders, a hand scratching into his hair as the kiss deepened, tongues battling for dominance as you groaned into his mouth.

He pulled away smirking, watching your chest heave as you caught your breath. With a dark chuckle he gently spun you in his arms to face Sonny, his lips kissing across your shoulder to your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

“Well Sonny…the girl said she had an itch she couldn’t seem to scratch no matter what she did… what do you think we should do?”

Sonny chuckled, stepping toward you, his finger curling under your chin before he ducked to kiss you quickly, lips soft against yours.

“I think we should see how many times we can make her come.” His eyes darted from yours to Peter’s and back, “would you like that doll?”

“Yes. Please.”

With a wicked grin, Sonny leant down to kiss you again, this one longer and deeper, his tongue easily sliding into you mouth, hands wrapping around you to grope at your ass. Behind you Peter stripped himself down to his briefs, watching the way you melted into the kiss already putty in Sonny’s hands. You certainly were eager and probably in dire need of a release, he made a mental note to remember not to tease too much.  Your hands tangled into Sonny’s hair, tugging at the roots and he groaned into the kiss, retaliating by biting your lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before letting it snap back with a lewd pop.

“Why don’t we get ya out of this dress, hmm?” He asked, fingers slipping into the straps and pushing them off your shoulders. You let him undress you, the dress pooling around your feet and you stepped out of it and your shoes, leaving you clad in a pair of panties underneath.

“C’mere sweetheart.” Peter murmured, lips meeting the side of your neck again, tugging you to the bed where he settled against the headboard, placing you between his legs, leaning back on him. It gave Sonny the time to strip down to his underwear, eyes raking up your body as he looked toward the bed.

Peter’s hands roamed your body, fingers tracing nonsense patterns across your skin while his mouth made home in the crook of your neck. The bed dipped with Sonny’s weight as he crawled over you, leaving another burning kiss on your lips, groaning into it as he cupped your cunt, hot and wet through your panties.

“Oh god Sonny…” you murmured, breaking the kiss with a gasp and he chuckled, sitting up on his haunches between your legs.

“Ya’ve ruined your panties doll. Maybe we should just get rid of ‘em?”

He snuck into the waist band of them, tugging them down your legs and tossing them to the floor before his hands slid up your legs, pushing your thighs even further apart as he settled between them on his knees.

“Pussy’s gorgeous.” He praised, though he glanced to Peter, talking to him as if you weren’t even there and you felt the desire pulse through you at the whole concept.

“Bet it tastes even better.”

“More than enough time to find out.”

Smirking, Sonny’s hand cupped you once again and your breath hitched in your throat, begging for more. Peter watched the way he ground his hand against you, smearing your juices across it, the pads of Sonny’s fingers barely dipped into you, dancing up and down your folds. He slid one finger into you heat and in the same moment Peter’s hands pinched at your nipples.

“Fuck!” Your head dropped back onto Peter’s shoulder, one of his hands continued to toy with your chest as the other one came up, tilting your chin to his and catching your lips in a breathless kiss while Sonny continued to finger you.

His finger slipped in and out easily, you were practically dripping already, warmth wrapping around the digit and he knew you could handle another. The second finger joined and you groaned into the kiss with Peter whose hand moved down to you throat, simply holding in control, not squeezing. Sonny’s fingers curled within you in search of that spongey spot while continuing to thrust. The sounds of your drenched cunt were already echoing through the room and you could feel Peter’s cock twitching behind you thanks to it. Your hips shot upward and Sonny’s lips split into a grin, knowing he’d found your sensitive spot, his fingers pausing in their thrusting to press up against it and you had to break the kiss to let out a loud moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” Peter asked with a tease in his voice, the hand around your neck squeezing ever so gently as Sonny pressed against you again and you let out a whine.

“Fuuuck… feels so good.”

“Think she can squirt?” Peter asked, glancing up at the other man who chuckled darkly.

“Only one way to find out.” Sonny’s fingers picked up their speed, fucking into you faster, Peter moved back to swallowing your moans as his tongue explored your mouth.

His free hand pinched at your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and your back arched into the touch. He continued to toy with you, switching sides and trying to match the same rhythm as Sonny’s fingers. Sonny groaned at your juices smearing across your thighs, your pussy practically glittering in the light of the hotel room. He wanted to taste you more than anything but also wanted to make you come on his fingers before anything else, he knew the unspoken plan was to make you come at least six times before the night was up and he wasn’t going to deviate from it. So instead, he easily slipped a third finger into your pussy and you let out a breathy moan, your thighs shaking as your cunt fluttered around his hand. Your skin was on fire, tingling from the multiple sensations across your body, Peter’s hand squeezing around your throat sporadically as his tongue swept deeper into your mouth. He could feel your body shivering on top of his and knew you were close, Sonny on the other hand could feel you squeezing around him tighter and tighter, your pussy wetter with each thrust of his fingers.

“You gonna come for me doll?” He husked, his eyes darkening at how wet his hand was, “make a mess all over the place?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You moaned, your chest heaving as you panted, dropping against Peter.

He chuckled, the hand around your throat gliding down your body in search of your clit. Sonny’s free hand was pinning your thigh down to the bed, keeping you spread wide open for the two of them. Peter’s fingers found your clit, swollen and pulsing, pinching at it before beginning to rub it in slow circles.

“More!” You cried out, hand tightly winding around Peter’s wrist and the pressure and speed of his fingers increased. Sonny’s hand fucked harder and faster into you, matching the pace as he watched your body tremble below him, feeling your cunt clench down on him. The coil burst within you and you let out a loud moan, your thighs shaking as you came, juices covering Sonny’s hand leaking down onto the bedspread. He let out a low laugh, fingers slowing until he pulled them from you,

“Looks like she is a squirter.” He grinned at Peter before sucking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he moaned over the taste of you. The boys gave you a minute to calm down, Peter passing you the bottle of bourbon for you to take a sip before he gently nudged you forward.

“I want a taste of that sweet pussy, that alright kitten?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You muttered with a small laugh, twisting to kiss him as he shifted from the bed.

Peter stood from the bed, ridding himself of his briefs as he did so and you felt your mouth water at the sight of his cock slapping up against his stomach, thick, hard and leaking pre-cum already. Sonny shifted behind you, mimicking the other man’s actions and you knew you were about to have the best night, and no lingering issues once you were all done.

“Bend over.” Peter instructed, rounding the foot of the bed and you did so, wiggling your hips back to him and he swore. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on Sonny’s cock, watching the way it twitched and he chuckled, “you want his cock in your mouth?”

“Yes please.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Sonny grinned, dropping down onto the bed in front of you, spreading his legs wide as he fisted his cock, smearing the pre-cum around it and you groaned, “but let Peter get a head start, alright? No reason for you to be distracted while he pleases you.”

You nodded, letting out a small gasp when Peter spanked you, “do that again…” you whined and he did as you asked, hand coming down on both cheeks, each hit harder than the last. His hands groped at your ass, kneading the flesh, spreading you cheeks before his hand snuck between your legs, fingers easily sliding into your drenched pussy.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered, cock throbbing as you rocked back on his hand, warm and wet around him, wordlessly begging for more. You were so ready, so needy, it made him want to plunge his cock into you right then and there but the desire to taste your beautiful pussy was stronger than all of that.

So instead he sunk to his knees, spreading your cheeks as he kissed at your inner thighs, this time his thumb slipping into you, fingers toying with your clit and he could feel your pussy fluttering around him already. Unable to hold back he launched forward, mouth hitting your cunt to eat you from behind, tongue swiping through it and you let out a whimper, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He wasted no time, sucking your lower lips into his, drawing out even more of your juices, tongue plunging into you, twisting and twirling with skill. It danced against your throbbing clit and you let out a breathy moan before his lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck Peter!”

“You like that doll?” Sonny asked, watching the way your eyes scrunched shut and you nodded. Your hands grasped as his thighs while you let out a whine, tugging him toward you and he let out a little chuckle, shuffling on the bed until his cock was in front of your mouth.

“Need your cock.” You begged and he nodded, hand wrapping around it, angling it to your lips.

Your tongue lapped out, licking from base to tip before swirling around the head, smearing the pre-cum around and Sonny let out a low swear at the sensation. Your lips wrapped around him, head beginning to bob slowly until you had him buried deep in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Shit you’re good at that.” He hissed, hands tangling into your hair for something to hold on to as you continued to suck him off.

Behind you, Peter sunk two fingers into your pussy, lips staying on your clit while his tongue traced patterns across it. The heat was burning through you once again, body trembling as you sucked Sonny off. You sunk lower onto his cock, hollowing your cheeks around him and held him in your mouth, sucking and licking around it as he groaned above you. You pulled off him with a gasp, a string of spit trailing from your lower lip to his cock and he felt himself twitch at the sight.

“Fuck!” you swore, your head dropping onto the bed as Peter’s fingers curled within you, tapping and grazing across that special spot, your thighs beginning to shake, each whine leaving your lips louder than the last.

“Whatever you’re doin’ don’t fucking stop.” Sonny commented, “she’s gonna come again.”

Peter simply groaned into your cunt in response and the vibrations had you shrieking, his tongue pressing harder and harder against your clit as his fingers picked up their speed until you were trembling, juices smearing across his face. He quickly swapped what was where, mouth latching around your pussy as you came, fingers continuing to play with your clit so he could drink up every drop. You dropped onto the bed panting as he stood behind you.

“Fuck do you ever taste good kitten.” He praised, spanking at your ass and you let out a groan.

“I’m gonna need one of you to fuck me, now.”

“Then get up here.” Peter tugged at your hips, pulling you up off the bed with a small shriek from you. He nodded to Sonny to join the two of you before grabbing a condom out of his tossed aside jeans. “Ready kitten?” He husked into your ear, one hand bending you forward as the other slipped between you legs, spreading your pussy open for his cock.

“Yes, please!”

You had one hand braced on the arm of the couch, letting out a low moan as Peter’s cock sunk into you and he swore quietly. Sonny’s hand caressed the side of your cheek as he stepped in front of you, his cock hard, bobbing right at your lips. His hand wrapped around it, tracing your lips with the tip of it, smearing pre-cum around.

“You think you can handle two doll?” He asked and you eagerly nodded, lips opening wide to let his cock into your mouth.

The two men started an easy rhythm, plunging into you slowly at first, letting out little grunts and groans at the feeling of your cunt and mouth wet and warm around them. You let out happy moans, your body vibrating already and they picked up the pace, fucking deeper into you, your free hand came up to play with Sonny’s balls as he fucked your face. He groaned heavily, his hips thrusting into your mouth and stilling suddenly, his eyes scrunching shut as he held back.

“Such a good pussy.” Peter grunted, “so fucking tight kitten, you take me so well.”

“Mouth’s just as good.” Sonny replied, letting out a low moan as your cheeks hollowed around him.

The room was full of sounds of sin, moans, groans, the wetness of your cunt, dribbling down your thighs as Peter’s fingers collected it, smearing it across your body, the slurping of your mouth around Sonny’s cock, gagging when his head hit the back of your throat. Everything about it was dirty and none of you could get enough. You felt your pussy fluttering, a gasp leaving your lips around Sonny’s cock when Peter’s arm wound around you, fingers rubbing at your clit. You whimpered, muffled moans leaving your lips, your walls clamping down around his dick.

“You gonna come again for us?” Peter huffed, each thrust meeting your hips harder and deeper than the last, feeling the way you were squeezing around him, “fuck you feel so good, I want you to come on my cock, you understand?”

You mumbled a reply around Sonny’s cock, doing your best to nod as Peter’s hand increased the pressure, his cock dragging past every inch you needed. You let out a cry, your mouth leaving Sonny as your hand clenched into the couch, nails digging in as deeply as your cunt squeezed at Peter.

“Oh fuck sweetheart…” he swore, his hands gripping into your hips hard enough you knew they’d leave marks. He had to do his best to hold back from coming then and there, fucking you deeply through your orgasm as your body shook. His arm wrapped around you, holding you up when your legs threatened to collapse under you.

“Oh my god..” you whimpered, cunt pulsing around him, your body shaking, “oh my fucking god..”

“Yeah… you like that?” Sonny asked, his hand cupping your cheek again, his thumb pushing into your mouth, “god you’re such a pretty sight when you come.”

Peter continued to thrust into you, his cock twitching with each of the aftershocks from your orgasm, his hand spanked at your ass again and you let out a moan, your lips dropping towards Sonny’s cock.

“Fuck.” Peter swore, “I’m gonna come.” You popped off Sonny’s cock long enough to whimper out,

“Come on my ass…”

Peter wasted no time, pulling out and tossing the condom to the side, fisting at his cock furiously, letting out a string of grunts and groans. The image of you completely blissed out, thighs and cunt slick with juice with your lips wrapped around Sonny along with the memory of how your cunt felt wrapped around his cock was all it took. He let out a loud moan, his hand squeezing tighter around his cock as his cum spurted out, painting your ass with white.

He dropped down to the bed with a satisfied groan, looking to the other man, “you gotta fuck that pussy, trust me.”

Sonny pulled you off his cock, tossing you to the edge of the bed, letting out a soft chuckle at the sight of your makeup smeared, your lips slick with spit from sucking him off. Your chest heaved as you did your best to catch your breath while Sonny moved to grab a condom, sheathing his cock with it.

“You want this doll?” He asked and you nodded.

“Fill me up Sonny.”

He let out an uncontrollable moan, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to be able to come, he’d been so close to spilling into your mouth already and your cunt felt good enough around his fingers he knew he wouldn’t last long. His hands splayed across your thighs, spreading the wide as he started to thrust deep into you.

“Oh fuck!” He grunted, feeling your pussy pulsing around him.

“You feel so good Sonny.” You whined.

“M’not gonna last doll, holy shit.” He continued to pump into you, his hips meeting yours with vigour, “need you to come first.”

You were about to reply when a yelp left your lips at the feeling of Peter’s fingers returning to your clit, rubbing furiously as Sonny pounded into you. You were so done for already, cunt needy and begging for it as you thrived against the bed. Sonny could feel you getting wetter and wetter yet again, juices coating his thighs as he fucked deeper and harder into you.

“Oh god!” Your hand came up to pinch at your own chest, the other one curving around Peter’s head, pulling him to you for a desperate kiss. “I’m gonna come!” You cried out, your cunt gripping around Sonny, body shaking as you let out a loud moan, thighs attempting to squeeze shut around Sonny.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swore, continuing to pound into you, “where can I come?”

“On my tits.” You whined out in response and he pulled out of you, ridding himself of the condom, one hand wrapping around his length and the other tugging you off the bed, pushing you down to your knees. He let out a series of low grunts and groans, cum shooting out of his cock, landing on your chest, marking you and he nearly dropped to the couch behind him.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” With what strength he had left he pulled you up, gently shoving you back onto the bed that you gratefully collapsed against, letting Peter’s arm wrap around you, pulling your back to him as he kissed at your shoulder.

“How’s that itch doing now?” He asked with a smirk in his voice and you giggled.

“Very satisfied.” You murmured back.

“Glad we could help.” Sonny panted, dropping down on the other side of you as a comfortable silence overcame the room, the three of you catching your breath and finally coming back down to earth.

Peter grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand, taking a hefty swig before passing it to you and you did the same before passing it over to Sonny. Hands were lightly tracing over skin, no one really sure whose was whose at this point, and not really caring as relaxation and small conversation took over the room. The mood began to shift from one of super sexually charged to one of much more calm and chill, the conversation back to the teasing banter like at the bar.

“What’d’you do back in Chicago?” Sonny asked suddenly, his question directed to Peter who chuckled.

“I’m a prosecutor.

“Oh no way.” Sonny laughed, “I’m at Fordham right now, night school.”

“Oh god…” your hand ran over your face as you laughed, “two lawyers?”

“Well I’m a cop now.” Sonny replied, prodding at your skin and you groaned, pushing yourself up off the bed.

“And that is my cue to leave.”

“Why?” Peter laughed, “you some kind of criminal?”

“Try criminal defense attorney.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised.” Peter chuckled, shifting on the bed to grab at your hand, tugging you back into it. “Doesn’t mean you have to go yet.” His nose nudged at yours, murmuring his words against you lips.

“Oh yeah?” You raised a brow, stealing a kiss.

“Yeah…. Just gives us more reason to punish you.”

“She did seem ta like those spankings…” Sonny’s voice thickened as he sat up, hands groping at your ass and you couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

It was safe to say you certainly had no itch to scratch by the time they were finally done with you.

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What should be going down right now in the "Law and Order" verse. 🤣

Note: idk why it fucked some of them up, please ignore. 🥺

[thebestofeo]

"I'm having a fashion police blackout" 

A Single Life

  #SVU 

1x02

[tinkerbelldetective]

Imagine...

"Connie, I'm not kidding, he wears super nice ties! Stop laughing at me!" There was a pause. "Yeah yeah, let me know how court goes, adiós." You hung up the phone just as Barba rounded the corner. "Who wears really nice ties?" 'Shit.'

[altsvu]

it’s me trying to watch the new episode of law and orde svu when my wifi acts up

but WTF KATHYYYYYYY

[cosmoscursed]

so i am making an ic server so i can interact with people easier. it’s gotten harder for me to get on tumblr the past few months between my promotion at work, including extra hours, and stuff for the wedding. even with the wedding being over, i am still quite busy until after the honeymoon in a couple of weeks. i believe this will help me manage my interactions and make meaningful ones, as i can answer discord while at work or on the go. so if anyone wants to be added to it, please like this and message me with your disc//ord if i don’t have it already.  please note that this server is mutuals only. i’m really excited about this and i hope that you guys are too!!!! i’ve included a list of fandoms i am interested in writing in below to help. if you want to write in something that is on this list, please just ask! im super flexible and if i’ve been exposed to the fandom, i am more than likely willing. 

twilight

harry potter 

the hunger games

madame secretary 

agents of shield

marvel 

friends

brooklyn 99

the good place

supernatural

star trek (aos and tos) 

the shadowhunter chronicles 

law and order svu 

star wars

scooby doo

hamilton

sherlock

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One of my greatest joys in life is knowing that if Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago ever met Olivia Benson that they both would be so obsessed with her and her career.

Like, in the force for 20+ years?In the Special Victims Unit? Has made world breaking cases? Great hair?Tragic backstory?American hero?Blazer galore? Could kick down a dppr and break their noses at the same time? Cop legend? Probably has sudoko and crossword puzzles in her desk at this moment? So intense that it's hot?? GREAT HAIR?!??!?!?!?!

They'd follow after her like lost little ducks.

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Law & Order: SVU: a vítima é um jovem atleta

Law & Order: SVU: a vítima é um jovem atleta #CanalUniversal #Law&Orde #Law&Order:SVU #Temporada

O Canal Universal (canaluniversal.com.br) exibe no dia 14 de março, terça-feira, às 22h, o 11º episódio de Law & Order: SVU. No episódio “Great Expectations”, a Unidade de Vítimas Especiais investiga os jogadores de um time de hockey juvenil após um deles ser agredido no vestiário. A investigação faz com que Carisi (Peter Scanavino) se lembre de quando sofria bullying na infância. * Opção de…

[storiesofsvu]

Kat Tamin SFW HC's

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Kat shows a lot of her affection by acts of service, picking you up coffee, bringing your favourite treat when she comes over to your house. She loves to play with your hair, have your legs in her lap while you watch tv.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) She’d be an awesome best friend, she knows her way around the city, and knows the best places to get authentic food, she loves to go on active/athletic adventures with you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) She’s not super cuddly, she likes to keep a hand on you when you’re at home, hold your hand in public, she’ll always throw an arm around you in bed to hold you close.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) She wants to settle down, she’s not too picky on a time frame though. Her apartment’s usually a bit of a mess, not like, gross mess, but clutter, things haphazardly tossed aside, not actually put away in their proper spots. She definitely has a handful of family recipes that she’s incredible at making, but it’s usually something quick and easy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) A break up with Kat is going to be soft, an easy split, and always in person.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) I don’t see her as someone who’s hell bent on getting married, she’s very “new age” with some of her belief’s, she doesn’t need to be someone’s wife, she’s okay simply being common law, knowing that your love for each other goes deep enough.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) She’s incredibly gentle when you need it, making sure that you’re okay, holding you close if you’ve had a enough day. She’s definitely got a feistiness to her, so if you’re bickering/fighting over something she can be a little rough around the edges.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Her hugs are reassuring, tight squeezes, a warm embrace. She’ll give you a quick embrace before leaving the house, if she’s not going to see you for a while/hasn’t seen you in a few days she definitely gives you a tight warm hug.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) She’s a little hesitant when it comes to relationships, there’s definitely something in her history that holds her back a bit. Once she knows she loves you, she’ll say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) She only gets jealous when you actually flirt back, that riles her up. Most days she’ll sneak up, wrapping an arm securely around your waist, kissing your cheek, making it known that you’re hers.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Her kisses are soft, full of passion, lips moving with grace against yours. She loves to kiss the back of your neck, chuckling at the way you break out in small shivers. She loves it when you nip at her lip during more heated make out sessions.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) She’s great with kids, she spends time volunteering with programs in the projects, making sure they have good influences in their lives.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) A lazy morning is usually spent snuggled in bed, coffee in hand, scrolling through phones/newspapers/news on quietly in the background.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Kat’s usually up for going out after work, meeting you for a drink/late night snack somewhere for a couple of hours before heading home where you’ll collapse into bed together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) I think she’s a pretty open book about most things, she doen’t really hold back, there’s obviously a few more serious topics that might not get out there until later on.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Most of the time her frustration/anger comes out either at work, or she saves it for the boxing ring, opting to talk things out smoothly if you’re having issues.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) She remembers the important things, she knows your favourite colour, favourite drink, food, what specifics you want when you’d had a bad day vs celebrating, what you like when you’re sick.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) The day you introduced her to your friends, hearing you gush about how much you loved her, and appreciated her, and the way you didn’t hold back on the pda, completely unashamed and utterly smitten

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) She keeps a little bit more of a protective eye on you, being a cop and all, but she’s more than well aware that you can take care of yourself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Your relationship is more casual, more comfortable dates at casual bistro’s/bars or in the privacy of your apartment. You prefer those little moments alone together than fancier dates or extravagant gifts

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Kat jumps to conclusions too quickly, which can spark some misunderstandings/bickering between you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) She’s not super worried about it, usually pretty casual with her clothes, hair & make up light on the easy side

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) No. She feels whole already, she’s a strong independent woman, but she views you as a very added bonus in her life

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) She likes to spend time with people who are active, who like to go out and spend time doing things other than just lazing around the apartment during all their spare time.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) She’s someone who does her best to try away from screens before bed, opting to try and get some reading in, softly playing with your hair as your curled around her.  

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"Doppelganger" *Part 14 B*

Hello weary traveler! So you chose to shoot the Rafael on the right, hmm? You sure about that? Remember someone's life is on the line here!!! Not really.

Once again, if this is indeed the WRONG choice, I warn you it's not pretty. Unless we're talking pretty traumatic.

Actually I won't lie to you, the first paragraph is very graphic and terrifying no matter what you choose. If you're sensitive to that, avert your eyes to the second paragraph.

ALSO-- Remember, if this is the wrong choice this is where it ends. I mean, obviously. If you've chosen wrong and would like to go back to choose the other choice, click here.

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Once you choose/read the CORRECT choice, [I shouldn't say right, people will think I'm saying choose the right, right? Or am I?] you will be rewarded with another chapter. Either later tonight or tomorrow. Well later tonight will be tomorrow for most of you.

Alright, no turning back once you hit that button, so let's see what you chose.

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You raised the gun to the one on the right.

“No, No NO NO NO NO NO NO BABY NO PLEASE GOD PLEASE NO---”

The Rafael’s cries for mercy were silenced by the boom of the gun, and a bullet through his brain. He slumped against the chair, blood draining out of every opening on his face. His mouth, his ears, even his eyes were bleeding. It was so disgusting, you had to look away. Whoever that was, it was Rafael’s face blown away in front of you.

You took several deep breaths, before finally vomiting all over the floor and tossing the gun to the side. You turned to the Rafael on the left who had a shell shocked look on his face.

"Y/N, baby…." He finally smiled. You dropped the gun and threw your arms around him, sobbing hysterically.

One of the men approached the two of you. You flinched as you got ready for them to kill you both anyway; but instead, he handed you a pair of scissors to cut the zip ties.

"....What the…?" You cautiously took the scissors from him. He had a surprisingly soft look in his eyes.

"Un trato es un trato-- A deal's a deal," He shrugged.

You quickly cut Rafael out of his binds, he shook the zip ties and rubbed his wrists where they had been tightly bound. You didn't wait for him, you jumped into his arms again, gripping him so tightly you heard him gasp for breath. You loosened your grip but continued to cry into his chest. It took him several minutes to get you to stop crying, by cooing sweet things and terms of endearmeant n your ear.

"Baby its ok, Cariño its over. He's gone, he's gone for good. You chose me, you knew me. You knew it was me when it truly mattered, I'm ok. Hey hey hey," he pulled your sobbing mess of a face to look at him.

"Look, I'm fine. See?" He took your hand and put it on his face. You put your other hand on the other side and pulled his forehead against yours while you took several deep shaky breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

"How did you know?" He finally asked you once you stopped crying.

"You told me," You sniffled.

"I did….?" He looked at you curiously.

"Yes. When I called your name in my mind your brain called back to me."

"That's why I closed my eyes, I thought I heard something!" He blinked in disbelief. He swore you had whispered his name in your ear, but when he had opened his eyes you were across from him.

"Rafael I think…" you traced his palms with your fingers as you spoke. "...And stay with me on this," You looked him in the eyes.

"Ay dios…." He shook his head with a laugh.

"I think our souls are connected," you said very seriously. You expected him to roll his eyes with a smile or laugh, but instead he smiled sweetly and nodded.

"I believe that," he stroked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Really? Mr. Logic believes in soulmates?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Baby, look where we're standing," he gestured to the room. "I mean I literally heard you calling me from your mind." He chuckled while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"True," you nodded with a giggle, kissing him again.

"Now let's get the hell out of here, yeah?" Rafael nodded towards the door.

"Yes please!!" You grabbed his hand as you headed towards the exit. To both of your surprise, all of Nevada's men had just left, leaving Olivia unconscious against the exit door. Rafael grabbed her cell from her pocket and called for a bus and backup.

You knelt beside her and ripped a strip from your robe to dab the blood leaking from a cut on her head. She winced in pain at the sudden sensation. Her eyes fluttered open to see you attending to her wounds. She smiled ever softly and weakly put a hand over yours.

"Thank you," she gave you a genuine smile.

"Well, I got you in this mess. Its the least I can do," You joked with a small smile back.

"True," she nodded.

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After hearing the news about the daring escapade you and Rafael had just been through, half of New York showed up to the building. Ambulances held you, Rafael and Olivia sitting in the back of them while nurses checked you out. The squad immediately ran to Olivia's side The mayor himself showed up; as soon as he got through the crowd, he came over and looked at Rafael with sincerity.

"I'm truly sorry for almost killing you, Mr. Barba," he held out his hand.

"Understandable, Mr. Mayor. Water under the bridge," Rafael took it and shook it gently. Rafael looked over to the ambulance where the squad had surrounded Olivia. He looked to you:

"Can you...give me a minute?" He asked softly.

"Oh. Yeah sure baby whatever you need," You nodded, he gave you a kiss on the forehead in return.

So he walked over to the squad and Olivia and had a quick conversation. You didn't want to invade their territory. You hadn't really met any of them, and now was probably not the best time to introduce yourself. Once he was done he came over to you.

"Well the squad is going to take care of Olivia. Now let's get you home," He smiled, slipping an arm around you

Home. You hadn't heard that word in what seemed like forever; even though it probably had only been a day or two.

Now it's time to go home and really face the music. Hopefully you two will get past this and have some sweet rewards. *wink*

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Chapter 15