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The sun is barely over the horizon when Sonny crawls out of bed. The night before still lingers in the empty flutes stained sticky with dried champagne on the nightstand, dances in the folds of clothes discarded on the grey carpet, glints in the reflection of poor lighting on the diamond ring on your finger. It fills the air with the scent of sweat and strawberries. Heavy curtains block light from coming in, so he can only see the barest hints in the dark room, but he doesn’t dare to let more in lest it wake you up.
Sleeping, you look even more angelic than you do awake. No pressures draw lines on your face that don’t belong with the curves and angles of your cheeks, lips, nose, brows, jaw, all the parts of you that he usually wakes up staring at with a dimpled beaming grin on his cheeks. He resists the urge to touch you, terrified of disturbing the rest that you’ve earned. Sheets twisted around you expose the barest hints of your thighs and back, dipping down so that he can just see the contours of your body. If work didn’t loom at the turn of the hour, he’d spend the morning exploring what he’s come to know so well.
He dresses in the dark and does his hair by the dull light from his phone screen because he can’t bring himself to leave the bedroom when you’re still so close. His tie goes on messy, badge clipped crookedly on his belt beside the gun he fumbles at the safe of for too long a time. Staying home seems so nice, but duty calls. Tucking his phone into his suit jacket, he can’t resist leaning down to kiss your temple lightly enough that you make no move other than a slight shift and a sleeping smile. You’re beautiful, and with the ring on your hand, you’re his. His heart is unbearably full as he finally forces himself to leave.
I can’t. This is wonderful!
SVU addict 