The team had caught the man responsible for a truly horrific string of rapes and murders across the city, and today, the judge had declared a mistrial. You had done your job, collected enough evidence, but apparently it still wasn’t enough for that one juror. Couldn’t convince him. Gridlocked.
The atmosphere in the precinct was tense, everyone on edge after what went down in court. You really didn’t want to go home to an empty, quiet apartment and so you were visibly relieved when Sonny invited you over for a couple beers after work.
After a few drinks, things had lightened up. You were currently hunched over the coffee table, trying to retrieve tiny white game pieces from a man’s body cavity without setting the buzzer off.
You were relaxed on the couch, shooting the shit when Sonny’s face broke out into a smile. He drunkenly stumbled over to the hall closet, fumbling around for a few seconds before pulling out a stack of board games.
“Sonny why do you have all of those?” You giggled as he tried peeking over the pile of boxes in his arms.
“They’re for when Bella brings the baby over! Well, she’s not a baby anymore but ya know. There’s puzzles in here too.”
Operation was the name of the one you were currently playing. And boy were you bad at it. Shaky hands. Seemed to only hold still when you were holding a gun.
Sonny laughed every time you accidentally pressed the tweezers up against the metal siding, setting off the buzzer. The shrill noise caused you to jolt upward, cursing in surprise and nearly knocking the entire board over.
“Okay well since you’re obviously sooo good at it why don’t you try?” You rebutted, rolling your eyes and pushing the game over to him.
Sonny rubbed his hands together quickly and blew on them, reaching over to grab the pair of tweezers and expertly withdrew the tiniest piece.
“That’s how it’s done, detective.” He smirked.
You took a swig of beer, raising your hands up defeat.
“I surrender. I’m no match for you, Sonny.”
“As long as you can admit it.” He sighed, leaning back onto the cough.
“Don’t push it.” You laughed.
Suddenly, you heard a crack of thunder so loud it felt like it shook the furniture around you.
“Was it raining this whole time?” You asked. You were tipsy but you thought you would have heard if a storm started.
Sonny strolled over to the large window, whistling as he pushed the curtains away.
“Looks like it. It’s really comin’ down hard out there.”
You joined him by the window. Sonny lived on the fourth floor and had a great view of the surrounding buildings and a little park near his complex, but now all you could see was the way the water was circling around the storm drains, wind causing street signs to sway back and forth.
“Shit.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You really didn’t feel like trudging through this weather to get to the nearest subway station.
You watched as lightening ripped across the sky. Wind howled against the window and the bouts of thunder seemed to stretch longer and longer.
Sonny closed the curtains, making his way to the kitchen island where he left his phone earlier.
“Shit is right. They sent storm warnings over an hour ago to our phones.”
“Can I borrow your rain jacket to get home in?” You asked. All you had on was a thin maroon blazer, more for looks than purpose really.
“Are you kidding? You’re not going anywhere in this.” He replied.
“Really Sonny, I’ll be fine. It’s just a short walk and besides we both have work in morning. I need to shower.”
“If this wind doesn’t blow you right over you’ll slip and break something in those heels, come on it’s-“ before he finished his sentence, you heard the faint murmur of electricity surging and suddenly the two of you were surrounded by darkness.
You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was probably smirking in amusement. Sonny always got his way when it came to you. You would have put up a fight, but in the end, if Sonny thought it was best for you to stay, you would have. You had a hard time saying no to him.
“Okay fine.” You mumbled.
“See? Not so hard huh? Come on, I’ll give you some towels so you can take a shower. You can have my bed tonight, I’ll crash out here on the couch.” You heard his voice and the sound of him rummaging through some drawers a few feet away.
“Sonny, I’m not taking your bed.” You stated, arms crossed over you chest.
“Yes, you are. Ahh! Found ‘em.” You heard the click of a lighter and the kitchen filled up with candlelight. “Knew these housewarming gifts would come in handy some day.”
Sonny handed you a candle and led you to the bathroom, pulling out a couple of fluffy grey towels.
“The water runs cold for a few minutes, but it stays hot after that. Oh, and there’s an extra toothbrush in that drawer right there.”
Sonny lingered in the doorway, watching as you placed the candle on the counter and started up the shower.
“Hey Sonny?” You asked, sheepishly forgetting that you had nothing to change into. You had what you were wearing all day, but if you had to go into work the next morning with the same outfit on, you’d rather not mess it up by getting it wrinkled.
“Yeah?” His eyebrows rose, slouching against the frame.
“Do you think I can borrow a shirt or something, to sleep in? All I have is this which is fine if you don’t have anything but-“
“No, no! Of course.” A slight blush rose up his neck. “Gimme a sec.”
Sonny returned with an oversized t-shirt and flannel. “I hope this is enough. I don’t think any of my sweats will fit you but the blankets in there should keep you warm.”
You smiled at him, taking the clothes and placing them on the counter as well. He stayed sanding there, gaze shifting toward the shower before realizing that you had begun to fumble with the buttons on your blouse.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” He cleared his throat and turned out of the room, a hand running through his perfectly gelled hair.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but as the door closed behind him you wished that he had stayed. Wished he had undressed as well, joining you in the steaming shower.
God. You thought. It wasn’t the alcohol. You had fallen in love with Sonny quickly after he became your partner.
There’s this sort of trust, this bond that forms between partners but those feelings you had for him extended far past the job. All those car rides, all those times you were assigned to question witnesses together, all those late nights at the precinct where you kept each other awake trying to see who could win at trashcan basketball.
The water hit your back, soothing your tightened muscles. You always had time to think in the shower, whether they were good or bad thoughts, but right now all you could think about was Sonny. A good thought. Thoughts about how you were wet, and naked, in his shower, and he was probably in his boxers by now, only a few feet away. You bit your lip as your hand traveled down. You let yourself seek release, knowing you had to be quiet but at the same time wishing Sonny would hear you and burst through the door to lend you a hand.
You came hard, breaths silenced by the running water and thunder outside.
Stepping out of the shower, you dried off your hair and threw Sonny’s clothes onto your body. They smelled like him, like laundry detergent and his cologne, and you knew you would sleep well tonight, surrounded by him, even if his body wasn’t physically there next to you.
You made your way to his bedroom with the candle, placing it on the nightstand before blowing it out. Sonny was right, you thought, as you wrapped yourself in his blankets, these are comfortable.
Tossing and turning at the ache inside your stomach, knowing that Sonny was sleeping on the couch instead of in here with you, you finally relaxed enough to doze off, the rain hitting the fire escape outside like a lullaby.
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You woke up, disoriented by the darkness of the room and unfamiliarity of your surroundings before realizing that you were still at Sonny’s, in his bed. Rolling over, you picked up your cellphone and pressed the home button to catch the time.
1:30 am. You sighed. You still had another five hours before you usually woke up for work, but falling back asleep was always harder for you than drifting off in the first place.
You tossed the blankets to the side, deciding to grab a glass of water before trying again. As you made your way into the kitchen, you crashed into something hard, yelping in surprise. When you backed up, you realized it was Sonny you had crashed into.
A shirtless, wet-haired Sonny.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” You asked. “It’s 1:30 in the morning.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” He whispered. He glanced down at you, drinking in the sight of you in his clothes.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized; feeling guilty for taking his bed while his long body was probably struggling to be comfortable on the couch. “Take the bed, I’ll the couch. I’m shorter than you, please?”
“It’s not the couch.” He replied. His voice raspy, a droplet of water falling from his damp hair onto his chest.
“Then what is it?” You asked, confused. Sonny looked torn, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity you had never seen before.
The two of you stood in the hallway, quiet, for what seemed like hours, before Sonny closed the distance between you. Cupping your face, Sonny kissed you hurriedly. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, as if you couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but you reciprocated, arms flying around his neck.
The kiss felt desperate, as if either of you came up for air the whole thing would be over, it was just a dream, and you’d wake up in bed, alone, realizing the kiss never actually happened.
You didn’t stop. Not as Sonny guided you toward the wall, not as you shed his flannel onto the floor, not as he murmured against your neck for you to jump. Not as you wrapped your legs around his waist, or felt his hardness pressing against you. And certainly not when he lifted his shirt over your head, swollen lips latching onto your nipple as he carried you back into the bedroom.
Sonny laid you onto bed, eyes raking over your naked body and groaning. He climbed on top of you, sucking at your pulse point.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He stated, his accent thicker than you’ve ever heard it before.
“God, no.” you breathed out. Sonny quickly kissed you again. Messy and rushed, his free hand traveled down to your center, and he groaned at how wet you already were for him.
Sonny circled your clit before slipping his fingers inside you, and you moaned loudly at the feeling of his fingers as he curled them upwards, pumping in and out. You had wanted for this so long that you were ready to cum from anticipation alone, so as soon as he had built up a rhythm you were grinding against his hand, swearing into his mouth, your body tightening around his fingers.
“That’s it, cum for me.” Sonny commanded.
After you rode out your high, Sonny withdrew his hand and placed his fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth, eagerly sucking on his fingers and tasting yourself on him. Sonny’s eyes darkened, and he latched back onto your nipple, tongue swirling it in his mouth as his free hand massaged the other.
He was hard, straining so desperately against his boxer briefs that it almost looked painful. He ground against you, searching for any kind of friction.
“Sonny, please. I need you.” You whimpered. He didn’t waste any time as he removed his boxers, and lined himself up with your entrance.
He looked at you, eyes searching for signs that he should stop, but he didn’t find any. You simply nodded, a hand reaching down to guide him inside you.
You cried out at the feeling of him filling you up, and you heard Sonny swear when he finally bottomed out inside you.
“Christ.” He stated, his voice strained. “You’re so tight.”
You bucked your hips up against him, your orgasm quickly approaching again.
“Please, Sonny, just fuck me.”
He moaned, snapping his hips forward to give you what you want. You wrapped your legs around him, arms tangling in his hair. You let yourself become lost in the pleasure, the feeling of Sonny’s length brushing up against your sweet spot with every thrust, breathing him in and reveling at the tiny gasps and sounds he couldn’t help himself from making.
You tugged at the fistful of hair in your hand, nails raking down his back and he fucked you harder, your actions seeming to push him closer to his own release.
Sonny kissed your neck, biting into your shoulder. “Fuck you feel so good. So wet. This all for me?” he asked, voice shaky and out of breath.
“Yes. All for you. God.” You whined, all of your senses over stimulated. “You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck, Sonny.” Your hips rose to meet his, and with a few more thrusts you were flying over the edge, vision blurring and all sound drifting into the distance.
You were vaguely aware of Sonny chanting your name like a prayer, held together with moans and curses, but the second you felt him start to pulse inside you, you drifted back down. His arms shook as he tried to hold himself up, gasping every time your muscles squeezed around him. He finally collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath as his own orgasm subsided.
The two of you stayed like that, sweaty and breathless until you he pulled out of you. Even though the sex was rushed, the two of you eagerly chasing your own releases, you couldn’t deny it was easily the best sex you’ve ever had. But what did this mean for the two of you? You wondered.
You felt the bed dip beside you as Sonny sat up.
“Wow, that was-“ You sighed, a smile gracing your face as you continued to try and steady your breathing.
You reached your arm over to grasp Sonny’s hand, but you didn’t find it. You glanced over at Sonny, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands.
“A mistake.” He said quietly.
Your heart dropped into your stomach, and just like that, the smile was gone.
“What?” you replied, your voice laced with hurt.
“It was a mistake.” He repeated.
Standing up, Sonny found his boxers and quickly redressed.
“Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Sonny said, slamming the door behind him and leaving you, naked in his bed, confused and heartbroken.
SVU addict 