stop! honestly you think this would be sexy, but I feel like Sonny is strangely committed to actually helping you find the right color
at home
-you’re literally sitting topless in front of the computer browsing your favorite site and Sonny keeps throwing critical looks between your chest and the screen “I don’t know, doll. it’s so hard to tell especially since they always have that line about how our screen could impact the color…lemme” he pauses to peer at your breasts again and you had no idea he could be so…detached. “hmm, let’s order a couple then compare when we get them.”-you’re sitting there incredulous because on one hand-yes, you did want the help. on the other…you imagined something a little sexier?? you’re a bit wilted because you kind of wanted Sonny to ravish you?
-of course he notices your pout. “don’t worry doll, we’ll find the perfect color!”
-you give him a dark look & mutter under your breath. “hoping for a little something else, too. but guess not…”
-he squints his eyes at you before standing and picking up the computer to place it gently aside before tumbling you back onto the bed and kissing you breathless
– “this what you wanted?” he asks as he’s rolling your nipple through his fingers and kissing your neck. you moan and nod and he just chuckles. “all you had to do was ask. hardly a hardship on my end. trying to be polite.”
– “fuck polite,” you manage to gasp out he smirks. “rather fuck you instead, if that’s alright.”
in store
-okay this is where he’s a giggly immature mess and it’s less sexy and more silly– “wait doll, I think I need a refresher. lemme get a quick peek” he teases as he playfully tugs at your shirt. he’s tall enough that he could see directly down your shirt if you let him, but you just smack him away and smother a laugh
– “be mature, Sonny! we’re in public!” you hiss even as he’s swatching colors on his hand and holding them up in front of your chest and tracing his eyes back and forth
-he just grins even more widely. “thought you wanted my help, doll! think I’m the one who sees your nipples the most. I know what I’m doing here,” he replies, tongue slightly out of his mouth in a paradigm of concentration
-just then a sales associate comes over and asks if you need any help. Sonny fumbles the testers in his hand and just barely manages to catch them. you dissolve into laughter as his face goes bright red and thank them and tell them your husband has got it under control. the sales associate gives you both a weird look and walks away and Sonny slaps a hand to his face in embarrassment as you laugh
– “next time I’m sending you in here by yourself,” he grouses as he puts the testers back. you wrap your arms around him from behind and hide another smile in his back. “don’t be like that, hubby. I need your expertise,” you tease
– finally turning back around to you with a smile. “think my expertise is better in the bedroom than the make up store.” “hmm…let’s go find out. think I need a refresher…”
I. Am. Dying.
SVU addict 