A/N: I was wanting to write more and a better ending to Part V but looks like we are stuck with this🙃…
A car horn screams out into the night, in one continuous screech. It’s close but too far away to be coming from the vehicle you sit pinned in by the seatbelt, drawn tight to your body. Smoke rises of from one or both of the vehicles while gasoline drips, you can tell from the pungent and terrifying smell that finds it’s way to your nostrils as you take in shaky breaths. You still have your eyes squeezed shut, afraid to open them and catch a glimpse of the likely nightmarish scene. You’ve been in a few accidents and small fender benders before that left you almost frozen in fear but none of them can compare to this moment right here. You’ve never been so scared, frozen isn’t even the word to describe the stock-still act your body has taken up. Paralyzed with fear is a better way to get across the standstill you are stuck in because you know if you open your eyes you will be tempted to find whatever is causing the growing pain that is raging through your body.
It had been a day from hell. All you wanted to do was get in some comfortable clothes, have a beer (or two), and then screw your husband’s brains out.
The later would have to wait. Peter already sent you a text letting you know about catching a perp.
Heading to the kitchen you grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the top. Pressing the bottle to your lips, you took a long swig. “Ahhh…that’s good.” You downed it in a couple more drinks.
Turning the music on your phone, you danced around the kitchen. You grabbed another beer from the fridge and took a drink. The belch that came from your mouth surprised even you. Giggling you covered your mouth.
“This bra has got to go.” You said to yourself, unclasping it you turned to slingshot it to the hall, hitting your husband directly in the chest.
“Mrs. Stone, so elegant.” Peter said with humor in his voice. He had a crooked smile on his face, your bra hanging from his forefinger.
Startled you jumped, “Uhh… you’re home. How long- I thought…”
“Well long enough to know you could out belch any man I know.” Peter chuckled and sauntered over to you.
Shrugging your shoulders you responded, “What can I say, I’m a lady.” You grinned.
“My beer drinking, belching, bra slinging bride”, Peter leaned down to kiss your soft lips, “And I love all of it.”
You knew he was stressed from the case but you haven’t seen Peter in days. He didn’t come home until you were asleep and was already gone when you woke up in the morning. You had gotten sick of it. You stayed up one night and by the time Peter got home, he was ready for bed.
“What are you doing up?” Peter asked as he was already stripping out of his clothing from the day.
“I was waiting for my husband to come home. I haven’t see you in over a week, you rarely call me or send me a text!” You said as you watched Peter’s expression change.
“I’m not in the mood for this. I’m way too tired.” You rolled your eyes as you watched as Peter tried to walk past you. You moved to the side to stop Peter from walking away.
“That’s your excuse? You’re tired? I understand that, Peter, but you’re just going to walk past me? No hug or kiss or anything?” You felt tears well up in your eyes as your husband sighed.
“I’ve been working my ass off at the office to try to put this case together. Olivia and the squad had given me barely any information to work with. I’ve been reading over my law books day in and day out. So yes I’m tired.” Peter argued as he tried to walk past you to the kitchen. You shook your head and watched Peter search the fridge for the leftovers.
“Look at me, Peter!” You snapped and shouted at him. He pulled the Tupperware container out of the fridge and placed it in the microwave.
“What? I just wanna eat my god damn dinner and go to bed! I’ve been staring at law books all day, listening to people talk and talk all day and-“
“And what? You can’t make room for your wife? You can’t call her to see how she’s doing or send a simply text telling her how much you love her? Peter, that’s all I’m asking is for two minutes of your time! We haven’t talked since you started this case a-and we haven’t been intimate since we moved to New York months ago!” You shouted at him. You watched as Peter threw his fork down against the counter.
“You’re so fucking needy! You constantly want me to call you or text you or help you with something! You need to fucking cool it! I’ve been working my ass off since we moved here so you didn’t have to work! Maybe you should just get a job and get off my fucking back!” Peter shouted. You felt a few tears well up in your eyes as you tried to stay calm.
“Oh, I’m needy now? Maybe I should just fucking pack my shit and leave! Hm? Better than having to deal with my needy ass!” You shouted at Peter. He shrugged and turned to his food and stirred it before shoving a forkful into his mouth.
“Go ahead. I wouldn’t mind you not being on my back all the time and being such a bitch.” Peter mumbled. You choked back a sob as you went to the bedroom and began to pack a few things. It took Peter a moment to realize exactly what he said before rushing to the bedroom.
“Sweetheart, oh god I’m so sorry.” You just invited him. You shoved your phone charger into your bag as you pushed your way past him. As you looked down at your finger, you took your wedding ring and band off before throwing them at Peter.
“Here you go! You don’t have to deal with me anymore!” You said as you slid your shoes on. You grabbed your purse and keys as you pulled your jacket off the coat rack.
“Wait. I didn’t mean that! Please, come back!” Peter shouted as you left through the door. He went to follow you but you slammed the door in his face. An extremely shaky sigh escaped his lips as he bent down to the ground and picked the rings off the floor before placing them on the coffee table.
Oh God my heart 😥
God. Whenever one of the SVU guys does this, it makes me feel things
“You promised me, Nicolas! No fights!” You poked his chest with your finger. “The first time we’ve been out in months and you pull this shit?!”
Nick was leaning against the doorway of the bedroom. His arms were crossed over his chest and his mouth in a thin line.
Nick shrugged his shoulders, “He shouldn’t have touched you.” He tugged you roughly into his body. “You are wife, mother of my children. No one disrespects you.”
“Nick, you-”. His lips crashed into yours. You tried to push away from Nick but he spun you around, pinning you against the wall with only his body.
He continued with scorching kisses to your collarbone, neck and returning to your mouth. He pulled your shirt over you head and tossed it aside. You unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your body.
His nimble fingers unbuttoned your shorts. He pushed your shorts and panties down your legs. When you tried to touch him, he took both of your hands and pinned them above your head.
Your anger was dissipating. In place a burning, lustful desire. He rolled a nipple between his fingers then pulled it into his mouth. His tongue flicking over the taut nipple.
He released your hands and they fell to his biceps. Nick held your gaze as he slid his fingers through your wet folds. “Hmmm…think I can make you cum with just my fingers.“
“God, Nicky. That feels. Ahhh…” Your grip tightened on his biceps and you closed your eyes. “Please. I-Oh fuck!” Your words spurred Nick on. His thumb strummed your clit, fingers pumping in and out of you.
The orgasm that you experienced tore through your body. “That’s right cariña. This is all mine.” Nick growled. “And I’m not done yet.“
He grasped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up. Sitting you on the edge of the bed, he slowly undressed himself. You hummed in appreciation. Nick body was killer. You licked your lips, and looked up at him.
Once naked, Nick started stroking his erection. He looked at you with hooded eyes. Jesus it was hot watching him stoke himself. “You see what you do to me. So hard, fuck and it’s all yours reina.”
“Then get over here and fuck me, Mr. Amaro”, you commanded. You spread your legs, slowly running your fingers over your clit and through your wet folds.
You swear you heard a growl from low in Nick’s throat. He hurried over to you, grasped the hand and sucked on the fingers that had just been at your center.
“You taste so sweet.” He pushed your legs back and and dipped his head down to your core. He dived in. He licked and sucked at your clit, his tongue running though your folds, and inserted two fingers deep inside you.
“Nick, too much, I, fuck” your fingers went to his hair, your breathing became ragged. He continued to lap at your clit. Before you could say anything else your body convulsed, thighs shuttered, your body shattered into a million pieces.
Nick stood up and wiped his mouth on his arm and a gave you a salacious grin. He draped your legs over his shoulder, grasped your hips and slammed inside you. You gasped, your senses overwhelmed with sensation.
“God, I love you Y/N.” At that he pumped his hips. Slamming into time and time again. “So fucking tight, baby.. mmmm…”, his voice trailing off.
The next thing you knew he withdrew, and moved your legs from his shoulders. He pushed you farther up the bed, and wrapped you legs around him. He framed you with his arms and started moving again, this time a little slower.
He ran his nose along your jaw and met your lips with a sensual, wet kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, your tongues intertwined.
Feeling bold you attempted to roll Nick into his back, he let you take control. Holding on to the headboard your slowly sunk into his hard cock. The feeling was amazing, you really could feel how big Nick was in this position.
Nick hissed though his teeth. Letting you get acclimated, he slowly started helping you rise and fall into him. Keeping a hold of the headboard for leverage, you started bouncing up and down on Nick’s cock. His hips came up to meet yours thrust for thrust.
Nick’s breathing was becoming faster, the headboard hitting the wall in rhythm with his thrusts, you were moaning, it was good thing you didn’t have close neighbors.
You knew Nick was getting close, his hips, were bucking up, stuttering, his fingers dug into your hips, “Fuck! Y/N”, he mumbled something in Spanish.
Your body was responding again. No way, your couldn’t take another orgasm. It started with a pulling low in your belly, you were all sensation.
The fire licked through your body, your heart racing, breathing ragged, your toes curled, and if you held on any tighter to the headboard, no doubt you’d break it. You clenched around Nick, almost crying from the overstimulation.
Nick found his release shortly after you. He made animalistic noises while he slammed into you on last time and stilled.
You collapsed on Nick’s chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. He ran his fingers up and down your back and kissed your head.
“I love you Nicholas, so very much.” You pressed small kisses to his chest.
“Cariña, my cup runneth over.” He lifted your chin and kissed you softly. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was wrong. I just can’t stand to see a man touch you.”
“I know Nick.” He did show some restraint by only hitting the guy once. His temper was something he continued to work on and he had made progress. “Now, since I didn’t get dinner, go make me some food”, you giggled.
Nick checked the time, 11:30pm the clock read. “Pizza? We have plenty of time to order.”
“Yes. Extra large cheese pizza with extra cheese. I worked up an appetite.” You responded and rolled off of him.
“That we did, Mrs. Amaro. Extra large, extra cheese pizza coming up.” Nick got up and slipped his boxer briefs back on.
Laying back in the bed you smiled as you watched Nick walk out to order the pizza.
SVU addict 