carisi-dreams:

aww sonny is going to be okay! I promise! have a little snippet that takes place right after part 4 @my-sonshine

Fifteen minutes later and the phone rang for the intercom and buzzer. With a quick glance at the security camera you buzzed him in and then stood to unlock the front office door before perching on the edge of Brittany’s desk once more. It was barely two minutes before the door was being opened, Sonny must have skipped the elevator in favor of the stairs, and he was rushing through it. You gave him a watery smile when you saw him, the look on his face slightly relieved, but still a mix of panicked and apologetic.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said as he strode over and wrapped you in his arms, mouth to your temple as he gripped you tightly. “I’m sorry,” the repeated pulling back and running a thumb over your cheek as his eyes traced your face. You felt yourself getting emotional again and at this Sonny made a noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t cry. C’mere, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’m okay. We’re okay. Everything will be okay. I’ve got an appointment to see Dr. Lindstrom next week. It’s going to be okay,” he repeated and it was all you could do to nod in his embrace, clutching the back of his shirt tightly.

“I’m sorry for how I brought it up,” you choked out and he tried to shush you, but you went on. His fingers were running through your hair gently, but the arm wrapped around you was still holding you in a vice like grip. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like…like I was suggesting it because I didn’t want to deal with your feelings. That’s not true, Sonny,” you said urgently and he pulled back to look at your face again.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. Nick was right, I had my head up my ass. I just felt—I felt like I was drowning and I had no idea had to swim. But I needed to stay afloat and when you suggested that—that I need help, it made me feel like I failed. I wasn’t fooling anyone and I wasn’t fooling myself,” he said quietly with a sorrowful look as he brushed tears from your cheeks. Your face in his hands now he bent down slowly. “This okay?” he murmured and you nodded your head and reached up to clutch his arm.

“Please,” you breathed and he closed the gap and kissed you. “Please,” you repeated breaking the kiss and he dove back in deeper, tongue dipping into your mouth just this side of frantic still.

“Office, office,” Sonny broke away and chanted and you nodded your head as he picked you up and started walking, fumbling with the door separating reception from the back offices before continuing on his way. He dropped kisses to your temple, your forehead, your cheeks as he walked carefully and you turned your face up to them like a flower to the sun.

“This a good idea?” you asked carefully after he managed to set get you in your office and kick the door behind him, dropping you on the couch. He whined and kissed your neck before kissing his way back up to your lips.

“Don’t know. What do you—” he started and you cut him off with another kiss.

“Think we have a lot of talking to do,” you murmured against his mouth and he nodded his head before kissing you.

“We do. We will,” he promised and you gripped the back of his hair and tugged lightly.

“After?” you suggested breathlessly and he nodded again, fumbling one handed now with your pants.

“After. Promise. Right now I just—” you bumped noses with him and pushed his hands out of the way so that you could shimmy out of your pants.

“Yeah. Yes, Sonny. I need—please,” you pleaded and he was unzipping his pants and pushing them halfway down his lips before covering you with his body again.

“I got you. I’m going to take care of you. Take care of us,” Sonny swore and before you could reply he slid completely in and you both gasped and clutched each other tightly.

So. Many. Feelings.