You took a sharp intake of breath. “Peter. This is- wow!” You ventured further into the room. Rose petals were scattered over the floor and bed. Candles gave the room a soft glow. “Sparkling Cider?” An amused grin crossed your lips. “It’s perfect.”
“Were you really surprised?” Peter popped open the cider, pouring a glass for each of you. He took a sip, studying you. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
“I love it, babe.” Standing on tiptoe you pressed a kiss to his soft lips. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Peter took the glass from your hand and sat it beside his glass on the table. His hands grasped yours. “Y/N. This is just a small fraction of what you deserve. The one constant in my life has been you. Y/N, you have stood behind me with every decision I have made, good or bad. You celebrate my achievements, mourn my losses and call me out when I need it. I know the last eight months I haven’t been the easiest to love, but you never faltered.” Peter’s eyes held so much pain even now. But you also saw hope.
“For better or worse, remember? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you Peter Stone. I love you so much.” You reached your arms around his neck as his arms snaked around your waist. “Besides, you’ve kinda grown on me the last few years,” you giggled.
“Oh, Mrs. Stone. You know what that giggle does to me.” He slid his hands lower and grasped your bottom. “Tonight, I’m going to show you just how much I appreciate you. Multiple times actually.” He took your hand pulling you to the bed.
“I’m going to get a snack,” you announced suddenly. You dragged your legs off of the chair they were resting on across from you and put the bookmark in your book before stretching your arms over your head with a small groan.
Sonny looked up and tracked your movements, placing the pencil along the inner seam of the page he was writing on before absently tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. There was a nice breeze that was keeping you cool as you both sat on the back patio, but you still felt the skin across your nose getting a little warm and tight. It was probably a smart idea to grab some more sunscreen and you made a mental note to slather some more on Sonny’s face, too. The water in your glass was nearly gone and you wiped the droplets of condensation with the back of your hand then traced it across the back of your neck before standing to your feet.
“I’ll come with you,” Sonny volunteered hastily, jumping to his feet as well.
“Stay. I’ll bring it out to you.” You waved him away. “And some sunscreen,” you added with a knowing look. His expression was tight, pinched at the edges of his eyes and mouth, and you contained your little sigh of exasperation at the determined look on his face.
“I want to get some air conditioning, anyway,” he dodged as he headed to the back door. He pulled it open for you with an expectant look and you gave him a tight smile as you stepped past him into the cool house.
SVU addict 
