It’s a combination of a lot of things. The short shorts. The tight tank top. The flush on your cheeks from the heat outside. The lollipop stick dangling from your mouth. All of it has Sonny struggling to form a coherent sentence as you drop off his dinner.
“How late’re you working tonight?”
“Just a few more hours, doll,” he says. “Don’t wait up.”
You shrug and pull your lollipop from your mouth to examine it. “I texted you something for later, by the way. Be safe, babe!”
Then you’re gone and Sonny scrambles for his phone to see an unopened message from you. He taps it to see the attached picture of you in nothing but a pair of his boxers and a sports bra, captioned “wake me when you get home 😘”
I am beyond sorry that this has taken me so long. Honestly, you guys deserve a foot massage for putting up with me going months without posting a new request. I am ashamed, and I swear I will do better. Here’s something to wet your whistle for smutty Barba, @barbabangme. As for my posting, I have a few more imagines done that I’ll be posting (hopefully one or two every day) and thank you guys so much for being patient with my ass! I love you all so so much and appreciate every last one of you!
Sinceriously Yours,
Amanda
“Six years,” Fin said as he grinned and shook his head. “In a barber shop that doubled as a underground casino. They were using the chips to wash all their drug money.”
“That’s crazy,” Amanda mused before she looked over at you just as Liv and Barba showed up. “What about you, Y/N? Favorite case working UC?”
“This is what you talk about outside of work?” Barba mused with an arched brow. His green eyes flickered to you in the dimly lit bar as he sat across from you and Amanda. “You know you’re clocked out, right?”
“Aw, come on, counselor. We’ve been telling some great stories here,” Sonny said from the other side of Amanda.
“About police work. How interesting,” Rafael replied, rolling his eyes.
“I was actually just about to tell the story about the time I did UC in a strip club,” you replied.
“That sounds interesting!” Sonny chimed, lighting up like a Christmas tree as a grin stretched his mouth.
Rafael couldn’t help the glare that he pinned the blonde detective with, despite the fact that the other man seemed none the wiser. There wasn’t a ton of logic in allowing himself to get jealous anytime Carisi flirted with you. Not only was it inappropriate for Rafael to think about you the way he did, but there was a slim to none chance you would even be interested in a man like him. You, with your casual way of dressing and laid back demeanor, were a much better match for Carisi. The thought only fueled Rafael’s jealousy.
He wanted to be the one whose jokes you laughed at. He wanted to be the man to hold your interest with more than just the details of a case.
There were moments when he would watch you in the squad room; the way your lips would move when you read to yourself, or how your fingers would comb through your hair, completely oblivious to how sexy you looked. So many nights Rafael would lay in bed, thinking about your eyes, your voice, your lips, and how badly he wanted to taste them.
“Of course you would want to hear that story, Carisi,” Liv chortled as Amanda rolled her eyes knowingly.
“Aw, come on. What’s that supposed to mean?” Sonny groaned.
“It means you’re already two beers in, your lips are loose,” you replied, laughing. “Too many more and you’ll turn into a true bro.”
SVU addict 