i love all this juicy mc! sonny storyline stuff but im missing mc! nick, maybe” If I asked, you’d say no.” – “You don’t know that.” With mc! nick and reader A!

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“Dinner tomorrow night?” Nick asked with a hopeful grin as he ducked his head into the bathroom where you were getting ready for work. He was still mostly undressed since he had no where he had to be this early in the morning.

“Can’t, babe,” you said with an apologetic smile as you patted your moisturizer into your skin. “Have a mixer thing for work.” You grimaced a little.

The mixer wasn’t a bad idea, it just wasn’t on the top of your list in terms of how you chose to spend your evening. Really it was an opportunity for parents to meet the team and hear more about what you guys did at the center. It was also an opportunity for local politicians to breeze in and grandstand for some photos before leaving as quickly as they came. You hoped it would help funding, if anything, but you still were not looking forward to schmoozing.

“Mixer?” Nick asked with a small frown, coming into the bathroom more fully and leaning against the counter.

“Yeah. A thing for the community to hear more about what we do, politicians to pretend they care about education…” you trailed off with a shrug. “Diego will probably be there at some point. Figured if I asked, you’d say no. It’ll be pretty boring.” Nick’s frown deepened and he crossed his arms.

“You don’t know that,” he denied and you raised your eyebrows in surprise, pausing what you were doing to look at him.

“That it’ll be boring? I think I feel pretty comfortable saying it will not be—” you started.

“That I’d say no,” Nick interrupted and you fell silent.

“After the thing with Joey…” you trailed off again pointedly. “I don’t want to put you in a more uncomfortable position than you already are.”

The friction caused by your job had been brought up more than once and even though it was naive of you, you wanted to skirt at whenever possible. You loved your job, but the more you grew to care about Nick the more you understood the tension between what you did and what he did. There was no perfect solution, but trying to separate the two as much as possible was your best bet. Nick was quiet and when you braved another glance at his face he looked thoughtful instead of upset.

“Would it mean a lot to you if I went?” he asked quietly. You bit your lip and thought about it with a tiny shrug.

“Not really? If it was some other kind of event where it was just the staff and spouses or partners then I’d want you to come. Something like this…? I honestly don’t mind,” you answered honestly and Nick nodded slowly in response. A small smile crept onto his face and he kissed your temple.

“Dinner after the mixer? Can pick you up on the motorcycle, princesa,” he teased in a mumble before pulling his face back. You laughed and pushed him away gently so you could get back to getting ready.

“Dinner yes. Motorcycle…maybe. Depends on what I wear.” Nick leered at that and ran a hand down your thigh and you swatted him away with another laugh.