I HAVE A THEORY THAT SONNY IS A HUGE KLUTZ AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT.
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Sonny audibly gasps as you walk into your living room in the beautiful red dress you had picked out for that evening. His eyes were halfway out of his head.
“Jesus Christ. You look so good, doll.” Sonny smiles, walking to you and putting a hand at your waist. He leans down to kiss you, and like most things, Sonny’s mouth gets away from him.
He slips his tongue against the seam of your mouth and you open it happily. He begins to push you backwards, back towards the bedroom.
“Sonny,” You pull away, “We have reservations.”
“And we also have half an hour before-” Sonny’s shin hits the very edge of the coffee table, causing him to stumble and grab you for support. He grunts in pain, “Sorry.”
“You’re fine, love.” You smile, he smiles back and he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his lanky waist. “Don’t drop me.”
“No promises.” Sonny giggles, kissing you again.
My baby.
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