In the kitchen and Dorisi please for the kissing prompts

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When Mike comes home from another long day of work at SVU, his husband is already in the kitchen making dinner for the two of them. Lately, they’ve been happier than ever, and Mike can’t get enough of it.

After surviving the Munson incident, Mike decided to stay at SVU and help the people who really need him. The squad is a family as well, the first real one he’s experienced. With one small act of independence, he was suddenly able to stand up to his father. He moved in with Sonny, changed his number, and allowed himself to start over.

Not long after that, Sonny was nearly killed by an ex-cop, and although he managed to go a couple more months, he was clearly too crippled emotionally to keep working for the NYPD. Mike helped him put in for early retirement, and supported him until he landed a new job at the cute little bookshop by their home.

They’re happy. And in the meanwhile, their love has blossomed in a whirlwind romance, getting married and looking into adoption in the three years it’s been since Sonny left the NYPD. Their guest bedroom would make a good nursery, the schools nearby are fantastic, and they would both love and adore their child more than anything else.

A smile warms Mike’s face as he walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around Sonny from behind, peppering kisses on his neck and shoulder while Sonny tends to their good smelling meal on the stove.

“Hi,” Sonny says with a smile, turning his head slightly to steal a kiss. “How was work?”

With just four words, he’s made Mike melt into the knowledge that he’s loved and, for the first time in his life, he truly has a home.

I can’t with how precious and pure this is! ❤❤

“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.” And Dorisi please

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Mike’s been home for almost a month now, and Sonny still talks to him sparingly in a painfully cold tone of voice. He’s apologized, time and time again, but it never seems to do enough. Sonny’s couch still comforts him like it used to when he would crash in the middle of the day after pulling a double, but his sleep is restless with the interruption of nightmares. Sometimes it’s from his time in the military, others from his undercover stint, and still others from the shootings he’s been involved in. 

This one is about the day Munson shot him. He can feel the panic again, followed by his muscles exerting during the fight, and then the explosive pain of the bullet burying itself in his torso. Terror grips at his lungs and he can’t breathe, he’s choking on his own blood. Everything’s so loud. People are screaming his name. He doesn’t know if Lisa is okay, because that’s all that matters. Just her. 

“Mikey!”

His eyes shoot open.

It still takes him a few seconds to register the sight of Sonny leaning over him, brows drawn in and the corners of his mouth turned down. 

“You were having a nightmare. It was just a dream. It’s not real.”

Mike sits up, forcing air into his lungs until he feels more in the present. The couch is familiar, and so is Sonny’s arm around his shoulders. For a split second he feels safe, but then he remembers the distance between them.

“I thought you were pissed at me.”

Sonny removes his arm and shifts away from him, making Mike feel empty inside. “I’m not pissed, just… just hurt. You abandoned me, and now you’re back, but I just don’t- I don’t know what to do, Mike. This is uncharted territory.”

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”

“As many times as I prayed for your soul, Mike.”

Then the distance grows greater when Sonny stands up to go back to the bed that used to be theirs.

Ouch.