How does nick ask reader a to be his old lady?

carisi-dreams:

he doesn’t so much ask as he infers and then starts treating her like his old lady. calling her reina, letting her spend the night in his bedroom (at his house), etc. later that night they have a brief conversation about it. that goes a little something like…

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“So…” you start out from your place on Nick’s chest. He’s got an arm wrapped around you tightly even though you’re both still sweating from the sex. The sheets are pooled around your waist and distantly you marvel at being inside of his bedroom, something only Diego is allowed to do from time to time. Not even Lio had been privy and you knew that whatever this was between the two of you, it was serious now.

“Hmm?” Nick hummed to prompt you to go on. He was half asleep already and that may work in your favor. He hated these kinds of conversations because they required vulnerability and that was one of his least favorite things.

“Reina?” you said, voice lilting up as if it was a question. Nick stirred and you could tell by the way that he tensed under you that he was fully awake now.

“You said you were all in,” he said lowly, hand gripping your arm in a grip that was probably tighter than he intended. The bullet wound on his side was mostly healed by now, just twinging every so often depending on how he moved. The flesh was just healed over, shiny and pink and vulnerable. Much how he must feel in this moment.

“I am,” you confirmed, pressing yourself up on one arm to look down into his face. He was on his back under you and although his face was probably trying for relaxed you could sense how uncomfortable he was, even in the darkness of the room.

“So. Reina,” he said, not explaining any further.

“Do you want this?” you asked him, running a hand down the front of his chest. He caught it in his and stilled your movement.

“Do you?” he echoed in a serious tone. You nodded even though you weren’t sure how much he could see of you.

“I meant what I said. I don’t want to be the last person called if you get hurt again. And I can’t imagine not being with you. I want this, Nick,” you told him sincerely and his body relaxed slightly under your hand. He tugged you into him with the grip he had on your hand and you let yourself be pulled down.

“I want this,” he whispered before he ran his hand up to hold your face in place as he kissed you. “I want this,” he repeated as he trailed kisses across your jaw. His other hand pulled your body more firmly into his, running over your butt as you straddled his thigh. “I want this,” he whispered one more time as he rolled you over and pressed your body into the mattress.