Tesoro

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Sonny Carisi x Reader 

Request: A Sonny imagine where he comes home after a long shift to find the reader sleeping on his couch in his sweatshirt and he just chuckles, grabs a blanket and curls up next to her

Your phone pinged, without looking up from your computer you grabbed the device, unlocking it.

Caught a case, might be a bit later tonight. Maybe we can just get take out? I promise we’ll get out another night this week. I’m sorry, I love you.

Hand that had been previously typing paused and you frowned, typing out a quick text message in return.

You don’t need to apologize, love. We can watch a movie, I’ve been dying for Chinese anyway.

You tried not to pout as you tossed your phone down and attempted to get back into work. You felt selfish for feeling disappointed that your original dinner date with your boyfriend was cancelled. The excitement to do something had been most of your driving force for the day.

Not that you didn’t understand; work sometimes did have to come first. Sonny was dedicated to his job, and you loved him for it. It took a lot from him, but he was always there for you when it truly mattered most.

Chinese it is, doll. You pick the movie, I’ll pick the food up on my way home.

He was good to you. You smiled, pausing from your work once more.

Love you. Text me when you’re close to leaving and I’ll order.  

You did you best to get as much work done that day as you could, even staying a bit late since you were now in no rush to get home.

By the time you were stepping out of the cab and onto the sidewalk in front of your shared apartment it was nearly seven and there was no text from Sonny. As you climbed the stairs you toyed with the idea of texting him before shaking your head and putting your phone back into your pocket. He’s working, he’ll text soon.

Your stomach growled as you kicked off your shoes and collapsed onto the sofa. You were laying still for maybe a minute before your phone pinged and you jumped to read the message.

Tesoro-

You stopped reading for a moment and briefly closed your eyes preparing for the worse. That was a term of endearment you usually only heard when something was wrong.

I don’t think I’m going to make dinner. Order without me, I’ll reheat it when I get home and we can still watch a movie. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.

This was part of the life you lived with Sonny. You understood, of course you did. He did things everyday at work that you didn’t even want to imagine. And that meant sometimes he had to cancel plans. Of course you understood, but god you missed your boyfriend.

It’s okay. I’ll get your usual. Please be safe. I love you. 

Dinner was alright, it didn’t quite hit the spot like it should have, and Sonny’s container remained untouched. You checked your phone several times even though you knew the volume was on, just in case.

Of course you worried. You worried about the man you loved every moment he was out of your sight. He spend his days chasing down some of the most vial people in New York. But that was just another part of this all.

You got up around 10 to put your dishes away and change from your work clothes into a pair of pajama bottoms, stealing a sweatshirt from Sonny’s drawer and pulling it on. You grinned as the sleeves fell well past your hands and his smell enveloped you.

Padding back out to your sofa, now much more comfortable you settled in deciding to watch one of your shows while you waited for Sonny, yet it wasn’t even five minutes later before you were out cold.

The ding from you phone around midnight didn’t wake you. Neither did the sound of the key turning in the lock around half and hour later. 

Sonny entered the dark apartment, the only light meeting him was the glow of the television. He assumed you’d be asleep when he got home, especially when you didn’t respond to his leaving text. However Sonny was surprised to see you dozing on your sofa curled up and wearing his favorite Fordham sweatshirt.

Sonny walked passed you, resisting the urge to just collapse into you. God he’s missed you so much lately. Yet he still took himself to the bedroom, locking his gun in the safe before changing into pajamas and pulling the duvet from the bed.

Sonny returned to the living room, turning the tv down before easing himself onto the sofa. He tried his best to shift you over without disturbing you from your sleep but the moment the couch dipped under his weight your eyes cracked open and your hands moved to find him in the dark.

“Shh, go back to sleep.” Sonny murmured, and you allowed him to shift you closer to the back of the sofa, making room for him to lay beside you; your bodies melting together on the small sofa. You snuggled up to Sonny nuzzling your face into the soft cotton of his t-shirt as he pulled the blanket around both your frames.

“What time is it?” You murmured and Sonny’s arm found it’s way around you, fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.

“Almost two.” You hummed in disprovel.

“What time do you need to be back?” the words were whispered, hand balling some of the fabric from his soft shirt. Being surrounded by the real Sonny blew the smell and feeling of his sweatshirt straight out of the water. Sonny signed slightly and you felt him shift so he could press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Before you wake up. Boss lady sent me home for a few hours to rest up.” You wanted to ask what was going on, if he was okay, did he think they’d get whoever’s doing whatever. But you were tired, and Sonny was tired and all that mattered for the next few hours was each other’s arms.

“Love you.” Sonny kissed your head again, fingers still gently rubbing your back through his sweatshirt.

“Love you too, doll. Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up before I leave.” You knew he wouldn’t, he never did. But for right now that was okay. Everything was okay.