day twelve | Sonny Carisi/Reader [mc!au] | no warnings
prompts: “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” & “Secret Santa is bullshit”
You stood to the side as a group of teen girls passed by giggling and clutching brightly colored papery bags with white handles. It brought a small smile to your face, but it quickly dropped as someone behind you brushed past you roughly. The fact that you were even in the mall, let alone around the holidays, made you feel like you needed to be checked over. Next to you, Sonny grumbled and his grip on your hand tightened as he swerved around a family with two small children slowly toddling along.
“Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” Sonny threw over his shoulder.
You quickened your pace so that he wasn’t so much dragging you along. When you dropped into his stride you replied. “That bodes really well for my gifts.” Your tone was bone dry, but you fought to keep your smile at bay.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw a panicked look cross over Sonny’s face. You snickered to yourself and scanned the stores ahead. Lingerie, candles, chocolates and teen clothing. The options were looking more and more slim. As you passed through the center of the mall you spotted the cinnamon roll place you always loved. With a tug on Sonny’s hand you rerouted the two of you and made a beeline towards it.
“Quit sulking,” you chastised. “You’re going to scare everyone around us with that scowl coupled with your kutte. As a treat, I’m going to let you buy me a cinnamon roll.”
You smiled at Sonny’s indignant expression.
“Let—! You’re going to let me buy you a cinnamon roll?” He threw his free hand up in the air in indignation and you continued to smile calmly.
“And later you’re going to buy me a hot chocolate to wash it down with.”
“You’re going to get a cavity and then I’ll never hear the end of it,” he grumbled.
The two of you joined the line and you leaned into his side. “And then…you’re going to take me home and unwrap one of your presents.”
Sonny perked up at your suggestive tone and he shifted his weight as he glanced down at you. “I didn’t see anything under the tree yet…” he began cautiously.
You smirked. “It’s not under the tree.” You let a hand wander around the collar of your sweater and watched as Sonny’s eyes tracked the movement. “Look, Secret Santa is kinda bullshit, but I still want to get Marie a good present. I don’t want to get the typical mug and candle thing. So bear with me a little longer and you’ll get a treat, too. Okay?”
Sonny cleared his throat. “How big did you want your hot chocolate?”
SVU addict 