64. “We need to talk.” – mc!Sonny

carisi-dreams:

third year of undergrad, about a year before this

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[Sonny 2:42 pm]: we need to talk
[Sonny 2:42 pm]: I haven’t heard your voice in ages
[Sonny 2:43 pm]: I miss you
[Sonny 2:44 pm]: have you forgotten about me

[me 3:01pm]: just got out of class, babe. sorry I missed these
[me 3:02 pm]: although I see you’re in a very dramatic mood. we spoke on the phone last night.
[me 3:02 pm]: 🤔😂

[Sonny 3:03 pm]: I’m not being dramatic!!!
[Sonny 3:04 pm]: that was a DAY ago

[me 3:04 pm]: baby…that was barely 15 hours ago
[me 3:05 pm]: I’ll never forget about you. don’t be silly. call you when I get to my room in 10? going to swing by and get food first

[Sonny 3:05 pm]: O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

[me 3:06 pm]: simmer down, romeo.
[me 3:06 pm]: ilu

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“What took you so long?” Sonny groused as the phone connected. You squeezed it between your ear and shoulder so that you could close and lock the door behind you and not drop your food.

“Someone’s in a grumpy mood,” you teased as you set your heavy bag of books down by the door with a quiet grunt. “I told you I was going to pick up food and come home first. Hate trying to talk on the phone and navigate with a lot of stuff in my hands.” Sonny grumbled something under his breath and you smiled to yourself as you took your food over to the coffee table and sat down on the floor in front of it.

“What’d you get?” he asked gruffly and you smiled wider as you opened the squeaky styrofoam. The spicy and garlicky scent of your food wafted up from the little compartments and you grabbed haphazardly for a napkin from the discarded bag before you took a big bite.

“Chicken tacos,” you mumbled through your food.

“Must have had to catch the chickens,” Sonny complained and you heard a door close behind him and then the squeaky sound of his bed.

He must be at home. You two had many fond memories of trying to have sex in that bed and not wake up half the house with all of the squeaking. More often than not you’d ended up in the chair in his room or, on one very memorable occasion, his floor. You laughed into the phone after you finished chewing, pausing in between bites.

“What’s gotten into you, sunshine? It sounds like a very cloudy day back at home,” you teased him again. “You okay?” you asked more seriously. Sonny sighed and you heard some fabric rustling on his end.

“‘m fine. Just miss you today. More than usual,” he admitted gruffly. You smiled and set your taco down, eating could wait.

“Yeah? I miss you too, Sonny. Always. Can’t wait to be home for the summer,” you told him softly.

“You sure you’re not going to miss being surrounded by future doctors? Not going to be bored?” Sonny asked and although he said it roughly you could hear the undercurrent of fear.

“Not hardly. We’ve got a lot of sex to make up for. About three solid months, to be honest,” you said with a suggestive curl of your tone. “And no future doctor has anything I want unless you’re going to tell me you’re pursuing pre-med.” Sonny laughed finally and you smiled.

“I’m outlaw, doll, through and through,” he said proudly and you rolled your eyes and picked your taco back up.

“Makes two of us. Now tell me about your day…”