The door slams shut as Nick walks in, his keys jostling between his fingers before he hangs them on the rack. Normally you wouldn’t mind that he was late for dinner, but he was VERY late, and you actually made an effort to cook something tonight. You were trying to put more effort into the little things in your relationship, and just when you thought you’d nailed it, he wasn’t there to appreciate it.
You glance over at the cold chicken breasts you’d prepared a few hours ago, and stand up. Making your way around the couch, you start toward him as he lets out a long, deep sigh. His shoulders fall as if the entire world was weighing them down. You’ve only been with him for a few months now, but you know that sigh all too well.
“Nick, it’s ten o’clock…” You place your hand on his shoulder, trying not to seem as upset as you are. “I thought we were going to… I looked up a YouTube tutorial for this chicken, and…”
“Shut up.” He stares at you with those eyes.
“What?!” Did he just say what you thought he just said?
He slides his fingers into your hairline at the base of your neck. “Shut up,” He whispers this time, walking you back against the wall. He presses his hips into yours as he looks you up and down, taking in a deep breath. “Open your mouth.” He orders, brushing his lips over yours.
SVU addict 