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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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Sonny Carisi: Reliving His Detective Days (NSFW!!!)

I don’t know how this happened again, but Sonny decided he had to have another story right now and it came out of nowhere. How many of you liked my other Sonny story so quickly shocked me. It was such a confidence boost to my just starting to write again heart. Thank you!

Dominick Carisi considers himself a smart and observant man. It’s what made him a good detective and now ADA. He knows that something is going on as soon as he opens the door of his apartment. The furniture had been pushed around and there was an area that looked like an old-fashioned blanket fort taking up the other half of his living room. He set his briefcase down just as you were walking around the corner. He looked at you with furrowed brows, “Doll-?”

“You must be the detective they sent to check on the 488.” Sonny pauses looking at you appraisingly still trying to figure out what was going on. The code you gave, like most others, he still had memorized from his time as a cop.

“Petty theft?” He says it like a question even though he knows he is correct. You make your eyes go big as you try to look innocent playing with the ends of your hair.

“That’s what they say, but I swear detective I didn’t steal anything.” You look down at the floor shifting guiltily then look back up at him. You bite your cherry-stained bottom lip. “But I understand that you have to do your job and check.” Your eyes locked with his blue ones. There is a still silent pause. You stood waiting to see if your boyfriend would pick up the game that you had started. One that you couldn’t stop thinking about since Sonny had admitted that he sometimes missed his detective days. It had brought a pantie-wetting image of a younger version of him with a badge clipped to his hip that you couldn’t seem to shake.

“My job?” He repeats slowly almost to himself even as he looks at you. You tilt your head at him. “Right, my job...as a detective.” He still looks a little unsure of himself as he walks farther into the living room. Even though he is unsure what you are playing at exactly his cop brain exactly what he needs to do. A quick frisk. “I need you to turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

“Okay, detective.” You turn to put your hands on the wall. You feel his body heat behind you as he gets closer but leaves a respectful distance. You are disappointed and slightly amused when his hands start patting you down quickly and efficiently. His hands barely feel your chest before moving on and sliding down your arms. You can't help but smile and shake your head at your sweet man. You shift pressing your hands more firmly against the wall and use the leverage to push your ass back into his crotch grinding into him. You hear his sharp intake of breath then he curses but otherwise stays still. “Everything okay detective?” You rub against him with your ass as turn your head to look back at him. His blue eyes are staring straight into you. They are focused his pupils dilated with lust. It’s clear that he now knows what game you are playing. You give him a mischievous smile.

“Yeah, just try and hold still.” His body presses tightly against you as he starts to pat you down again. This time his touches are firm and lingering. He caresses down your right arm to your shoulder making your skin break out in goosebumps. Then gives a similar treatment to the left arm. His hands come to the top of both your shoulders again before sliding down your chest. He does a quicker pass over your breast for the first swipe. Then slides down your stomach before going back up and cupping them both in his hands squeezing at the ample flesh. He can tell the bra that you're wearing is thin and lacy even through the fabric of your shirt. He swipes his thumbs and can feel the peaks of your nipples hardening under his ministrations. His hands make another pass, and he pauses when he feels something hard on the edge of your bra just under your armpit. “Oh, and what’s this?”

“I don’t know what you mean detective.” He pulls at your arm, and you turn to face him.

“If you don’t fess up, I’ll be forced to strip-search you.” His face is serious, and you press your lips together. You feel the heat still burning low in your stomach from his attention on your breast and the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass.

“I don’t have anything.” He sighs, “But if you have to, can we at least go in the dressing room?” You gesture to the blanket fort-like structure. You see a brief look of amusement flash across his face before regaining his seriousness.

“That would be for the best. After you.” He follows you into the surprisingly spacious ‘dressing room’. “Alright, I need you to remove your shirt for me.” His tone is all authority and no-nonsense. You feel a shiver run down your back. Sonny in charge is hot. You nod and make a show of slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He holds eye contact with you until you get it completely undone and slipping off your shoulders. His eyes drop devouring the newly exposed skin. Your bra is barely there. Just a few scraps of red lace that do nothing to contain your generous size. He can see your nipples through the fabric. It takes him a minute to regain his thoughts and even start looking for the hard object that he had felt. There it was, slid on the corner of your bra right under your armpit, one of his tie clips. The metal shined tauntingly at him. “And what’s this?”

You shiver at the sensation of his fingers dragging purposefully against your skin as he removes the clip from your bra. “I have no idea how that got there.”

“Really, that’s what you're going with?” You press your lips together to keep yourself from smiling at his sassy attitude making an appearance. It was one thing to listen to him in court where he had to weave it into carefully chosen words and another to get a full dose of it. You felt a pang of sadness that you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting Dominick when he was still a detective. “So, you were just browsing when, what, it happened to fall down your shirt at just the right angle to catch perfectly onto your bra? Wow, that’s a hell of a party trick.”

“Detective-”

“Since I already found something on you, I’m going to need you to remove the rest of your clothes. To make sure nothing else managed to... cling onto you without your knowledge.” You nodded and reached behind you to unhook your bra. You don’t undo it, instead, just fiddle with the band behind your back. “Problem?”

“The clasp is stuck.”

“Really,” His tone is deadpan but there is mirth in his eyes. He is clearly enjoying your back-and-forth. “Do you need help?” He sighs stepping closer, his chest brushes against your sensitive nipples making you bite back a moan. One of his hands finds your lower back, right above your jean shorts. It glides up your spine and you lean into him washed in the smell of his musky cologne. His hand reaches the clasp and with one quick precise movement, the clasp opens to your bra and it falls forward catching between your chests. “There,” He whispered into your ear, “Now take off your shorts.” Your body trembled against him, a flood of arousal sweeping through your core.

He steps back and you let the scrap of lace fall to the floor in front of you. You barely have the button undone when Sonny sees another glint of silver metal. Your shorts hit the floor and he gets a clear view of another tie clip attached to the equally small red panties that you are wearing. It is on the waistband pointing straight down to your soaked cunt like an arrow trying to find its mark.

His hand moves to cup your heat and you bite back a groan. He rubs the soaked material with his fingers, his thumb rubbing purposefully against your clit. You close your eyes forehead pressed gently against his chest panting. One of his long clever fingers slips underneath and enters your core. He curls it expertly and your hands come up to his hips needing something to hold onto. He pulls back and removes the tie clip from your panties with a butterfly touch that has you arching into him wanting. He steps back and holds the two clips up, “Looks like I’m going to have to take you down to the station.”

“Is that really necessary?” You walk forward to him again pressing your hand firmly against his chest. “Can’t we just... work something out between the two of us?” You start your hand’s dissent down toward the now obvious bulge in his dress pants. He catches it between his own.

“Are you trying to bribe a law enforcement officer? That’s a felony.” You look up into his blue eyes and pout your lower lip. “But if it really is a misunderstanding, then as two willing adults maybe we can figure out a way to... resolve the issue.” You understand his meaning and give him a smile.

“Oh, very willing detective Carisi.” You push him backward towards the one chair that you had left in the space. He gets your point, and he sits down. Your hands find his length through his dress pants, and he hisses. You undo his pants, and he lifts his hip so you can pull them and his boxer down. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum. You drop down to your knees and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before lapping the head. You sink your mouth father down on his cock and he groans. You start bobbing your head sucking. You bring your hand up to start stroking the base that you can’t fit in your mouth.

His hands go to your hair making a makeshift ponytail, his long fingers curling into the nape of your neck. You look up and make eye contact with him. He pulls at your hair urging you faster. You increase your speed and start swirling your tongue around his dick. “Fuck,” You are encouraged by his groans and are really getting into it when he pulls on your hair hard. You moan loudly as his cock is released from your mouth. “That’s a good start sweetheart, but I’m going to need you to really convince me that this is a misunderstanding and that this isn’t going to happen again.”

You stand up and climb onto his lap straddling him. Your chest brushes against his still fully clothed one. You put one hand on his shoulder for balance and use the other to pull your panties to the side and notch the head of his dick on your entrance. You both moan as you slide down his length. You roll your hip and keen in satisfaction when you get some friction on your clit. His hands come to your hips to steady you as you start bouncing on his cock. After a little adjustment, you find the perfect angle. One that hits a sensitive spot in you, his cock deep inside of you.

Carisi’s eyes get hypnotized watching your breast bounce as you fuck yourself him. His hands find one before he catches it in his mouth. You groan and start riding him harder, your hand finding the hair at the nape of his neck. You keep pace but after a while your legs start to burn with strain and you can feel yourself slowing down. Carisi runs his hands up your back and tightens his grip to hold you still as he starts thrusting roughly up into you. You feel your orgasm begin to rapidly build. His thrusts continue to slam into that sensitive spot in you and you cry out his name as your orgasm rips through you. Your core clamps hard on his cock your arousal dripping from you coating his cock and thighs.

His hands slide down to your ass as he gets close his thrusts getting sloppy as he grinds you down into him. He comes squeezing your ass cheeks tight enough to border on pain. You rock against him as he continues to pump his cum into you with shallow thrusts. He presses his face onto your shoulder as you cling to his back, locking together in your mutual pleasure. You guys played the game, and both won.

“Is that what you wanted doll?” Sonny asked when you pulled back to look at each other. His hands smoothed some of your hair before he thumbed away some leftover red lipstick that had survived the messy blowjob that you had given him. You sigh happily,

“That is more than I wanted Sonny.” You lean up and kiss him, so softly in comparison to the rough sex you two had just had. He lifts you up so that his softening member leaves you before setting you back down on his lap. “I’m sad that I missed you being a cop.” He chuckles leaning back in the chair.

“I promise you; it was nothing like that sweetheart.” You laugh, pressing your forehead against his. “But I’ll give it to you, that was even better than reliving my old glory days.” You smile giving him a few soft kisses.

“I’m just happy you played along.” You admit, while it may not have seemed like it you thought maybe Sonny wouldn’t want to roleplay. It was something you had always wanted to try but never felt secure enough with your partners to try.

“I’ll admit I was confused at first,” You blushed feeling slightly embarrassed for blindsiding him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to ask. I’ve never done anything like this before. Besides you caught on pretty quick.”

“Yeah well, when you grinded on my cock like that it was a little hard to misinterpret.” You laugh wiggling again on his lap and he swats your ass playfully. “How about we take a shower and then order some takeout and watch a movie on the couch?” You sit up straighter in his lap.

“That sounds great but I’m going to have to put the living room back together again first.” Sonny laughs at that rubbing your back.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it...or you know what doll, we could just pull the couch in here and watch, the TV is still seeable. Besides I always wanted a date night like that, reminds me of my teen years. And who knows, maybe this time I will actually get lucky during the movie.”

“You're insatiable.” You tell him, getting off the chair and pulling him to his feet. You press a kiss to his lips. "But I bet I could make that happen. Gray sweatpants turn me on.”

#law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #svu #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x you #dominick carisi #carisi

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lee-lindsee · 4 months

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EXCUSE ME?? OHHH?? PARENTS!!!! IM SO UNWELL. ROLLINSSS-CARISIIII IN THE FLESH 😭😭

#rollisi #law and order svu #svu #carisi #rollins #married #she’s back #family #family of 5 #oh my god #this is everything to me #i miss her #screaming #svu spoilers #he said my wife again #they’re in love your honor

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malevolent-muse · 4 months

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Sonny quickly retrained his gaze on the suspect on the other side of the mirror before someone caught him stealing glances at ADA Barba.

#barisi svu #svu #barisi #law and order svu #rafael barba #sonny carisi #barba #carisi

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thena0315 · 4 days

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Peter Scanavino as Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi Jr.

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

(2014 - Present)

#Peter Scanavino #Sonny Carisi #Dominick Carisi Jr.#Dominick Carisi Jr #Carisi #Dominick Carisi #svu #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit

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itscarisi · 2 years

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Well it got worse didn’t it

There is a petition to highlight how unacceptable this is if you’d like to sign, any signature is appreciated

https://t.co/g924GgaEUJ

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capfalcon · 2 months

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carisi being used as an entirely different character two fucking seasons before "carisi" even got introduced to SVU is crazy. like these two people on the screen get married, except they don't because he plays a different character even though it's the same show. what.

#continuity go brrrr #svu #law and order svu #law & order svu #carisi #rollisi #rollins #amanda rollins #sonny carisi

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doctorwhatwhenandwhere · 2 years

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I want to kiss Dominick Carisi from SVU

…just fyi

#svu #tv #carisi #dominick carisi #sonny carisi #Sonny x reader #svu x reader #Carisi x reader

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best-series-forever · 1 year

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thisisonlychemistry · 8 months

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He snuggles her. He actively snuggles her in this scene:

And they both look so happy. I love that this is the way they get to wake up every morning.

#rollisi #svu #law and order svu #carisi #sonny carisi #amanda rollins

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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Sonny Carisi: Tears For A Good Man

I was writing a Nick Amaro story. This popped into my head, and it wouldn’t let go. My first attempt at another one of my favorite SVU men Carisi. I was nervous to write him, but I had so much fun with it. Someone has to tell me if I hit his character right.

Your mind is in a whirlwind. You have no idea how you’ve come to be at this spot in your life. It doesn’t feel real. Your life wasn’t like this. Good things just didn’t happen to you like this. So, you just watched the scene play out in front of you through misty eyes. Time had slowed, and words were taking longer to process adding to the surreal state.

Sonny didn’t notice as he pulled Chinese food boxes from a paper bag and set them on your desk. He was chatting animally, about how he wasn’t sure if you were still trying to cut back on carbs, and that you really didn’t need to. He had been craving Chinese and he thought you should eat some too. He honestly liked his woman with meat on their bones, curves, he was Italian after all. But he had gotten you a salad too.

You had been the one complaining to him last week that since you had started seeing him two months ago you had gained almost ten pounds and now your pants were tight. Sonny was an amazing cook and he loved to feed you. You loved to eat his cooking, but he couldn’t really be okay with you gaining weight, could he? No man was like that. They were visual, they wanted their woman to look like they had just walked off the runway impossibly small. It had been a hard pill to swallow as you had started dating in high school. As you had gotten older it hadn’t gotten better. Men had a way of giving women body issues.

“I got you a Coke before I remembered that you're giving up pop too. So, I got you a Raspberry Lemonade instead.” He was setting the drinks on the desk as he spoke, “Then I remembered how much sugar it had and got you water. I got tell you though doll, a salad and water doesn’t sound like much of a meal to me.” There was a twinge of exasperation in his voice.

You feel tears start to roll down your face. Sonny had only texted you an hour beforehand to see if you had time for a quick lunch. You had expected to just meet him somewhere, you didn’t have a lot of time but enough to sit down and eat. You hadn't expected him to come over with a feast of Chinese food for the both of you, a salad if you decided you wanted to continue your healthy eating, and three different drinks because honestly who did that? You would blame the tears on PMS because in what world does a girl start crying because her boyfriend is being nice and respectful to her.

When Sonny turns and sees your tears, he cuts off midsentence concern written all over his face. “Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong sweetheart?” You can’t say anything emotions bubbling up through your stomach. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to.” You roll your eyes at yourself for being stupid, not him. When Sonny sees it, he doesn’t interpret it that way. He reaches for you putting a hand on your shoulder. His voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Is it because I brought that salad? Honey, I don’t want you to eat that. I was just,” He groaned bringing his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I was just trying to be respectful of your decisions. In hindsight, I can see how it looks bad though.” His voice is tense and then changes to a more upbeat problem-solving tone, “I’ll just go get you something different. Anything you want, just tell me.”

You shake your head at the absolute absurdity of this situation. You finally find your voice, “Sonny please, stop.” He pauses near the closed door of your office. “It’s not the salad. I-I'm just being stupid.” He walked back up to you, caressing your tearstained cheek and wiping at the stray tears with his thumb. Sonny had always been a problem solver, so his mind went to the next possible problem.

“Am I moving too fast again?” That was something you had told Sonny. It had been in a serious conversation right as you agreed to start a relationship where you had admitted that his confidence and speed of the relationship scared your jaded fragile heart. You had admitted none of your relationships had lasted over six months and that you were nervous about ruining the good thing that the two of you had. “I’m trying to keep it slow baby, but it’s something new to me. I didn’t think lunch would be a big deal. I mean we have before-” Your lower lip trembled as you saw the frustration in his face. You were forcing your insecurity onto him.

“No Sonny, you're not.” You wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him tightly to you, he is stunned for a minute before returning the embrace heartily rubbing you back comfortingly. “Thank you,” You whisper in his ear squeezing him tighter.

“Um, I-I'm not going to lie doll, I’m coming up empty on this one.” One of his hands is still rubbing your back, the other twisted into your hair. Your next words make the tension fall from his shoulders as he kisses your head before tucking it back under his chin.

“Thank you, for showing me what a good man is really like.”

I know it was short, but this was just to get my feet wet. I love Sonny but I’ve never written a character like him before. I hope everyone finds their Carisi. If you haven’t, you're in good company. Love you guys xoxo

#svu #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #sonny carisi #dominick carisi #carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x you #imgaine

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lee-lindsee · 5 months

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Mariska’s photo with Peter has me like 😭😭😭😭 it’s just now hitting me that Carisi is happily married this season with a new little one like- 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

#rollisi #law and order svu #carisi #married #Rollinscomeback #jkshewillbeback #delulu #family #fatherof3 #im weak

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malevolent-muse · 4 months

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The Scales of Sarcasm - Barisi Fan Fiction

Summary: Rafael Barba delivers a powerful opening statement. With his trademark sarcastic wit, he captivates the jury, and Barba's unwavering determination to prove the defendant's guilt takes center stage. Meanwhile, outside the courtroom, Barba navigates his personal life as it intersects with his professional duties.

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Rafael Barba rose from his seat at the prosecution’s table and buttoned his suit jacket. Stepping out onto the darkly patterned, thin nap of the room’s commercial-grade carpet, he entered 'the well' with confidence. If he had looked down, he would've relished the sight of his well-polished black leather Oxfords peeking out beneath the well-tailored cuffs of his suit. But Barba didn’t need to look at himself to know he exuded the essence of a successful lawyer. He did, however, need the jury to notice and it was the jury, not himself, that he had focused his attention.

The soft buzz of hushed conversation died down as the various courtroom spectators went silent in anticipation of Barba’s opening statement.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” Barba said, breaking that silence, “I want to personally thank you for your service today. It is not lost on me that it is a sacrifice, in many ways, to be here and not in your homes or at work. But I assure you, your presence and attention are absolutely vital as the People make their case against the defendant, Mr. Braun. And, in my opinion, this one is undoubtedly one for the books.”

In front of him, the members of the jury shifted almost imperceivably in their seats. He certainly had their attention as he noticed pupils dilating and a few legs crossing. It went without saying when it came to prosecuting these sorts of crimes, sex was on everyone’s mind. Barba skillfully employed his own sexual appeal to his advantage. He wanted the jury to fall into two categories: those who wished they could dress like him in hopes of attracting attention and those who wished they could gain his attention.

With a smirk, Barba continued, “Now, some of you may be familiar with the defendant, Mr. Braun, as he has a sizable following on a popular online platform. But in this courtroom, fame and influence do not sway justice. He does not, however, have much influence over his own talent and we unfortunately won’t be treated to any Oscar-worthy performances.”

“Objection, Your Honor,” Roger Parnes, the attorney for the defense stated, standing briefly.

Waving him down, the judge cast a glance at Barba and stated, “Mr. Barba, please refrain from making inflammatory remarks during your opening statement, if you don’t mind.”

With a deferential bow of his head, Barba replied, “Of course, Your Honor.” Then, turning back to the jury, he continued, “Talented or not, Mr. Braun’s case has all the makings of a gripping legal thriller: the luring in of an innocent victim, the crime, hush money, the feeble attempts at a cover-up, and, lest I forget to mention, a confession. During the course of this trial, I will present irrefutable evidence of Mr. Braun’s guilt. His culpability is so apparent, he might as well have a sign taped to his back, but instead of reading ‘kick me,’ it says ‘GUILTY,’ in all caps.”

Barba pauses, letting his words sink in as he notices a few jury members unable to suppress weakly concealed smiles.

“My duty, as a representative of the People of the state of New York,” Barba explained, his tone now far more serious, “is to thoroughly present to you the facts of this case. You will hear testimony from Special Victims Unit detectives, forensic analysts, and from the victim. I would convey to you, my fellow citizens, that though Justice is blind, it is your duty to be sure that she is not also deaf. By the end of this trial, I promise you that there will only be a singular conclusion you can draw: Mr. Braun is guilty as charged.”

Glancing over at Parnes, Barba cocked a taunting brow.

Top that, Parnes, he thought. If you can.

Having now returned to his seat, Barba folded his hands in his lap. He was confident that whatever the opposing attorney would say in his opening statement, he had set the stage for a guilty verdict.

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Flanked on each side by members of the Special Victims Unit, Barba made a beeline for his favorite food cart. It was not, however, food that he was after. Despite the summer heat, all he craved at the moment was a steaming cup of black coffee.

“Counselor,” Benson grumbled, her steps falling in sync with his, “what was that about?”

“Beg pardon,” Barba shot back.

“You know what I mean. Your opening statement was overly derisive, and you know it. It was like you were taunting Braun and his lawyer in hopes they’d make a mistake.”

“They’ve already made a mistake, Liv,” Barba retorted. “They didn’t take the deal I offered.”

“And now they have to pay for it,” Carisi interjected, speaking up for the first time since they had left the courthouse. “Is that it?”

With a roll of his eyes, Barba griped, “Not you too, Sonny.”

“Your tongue was unnecessarily sharp,” Carisi replied. “You didn’t need to be so sarcastic.”

Benson suppressed a chuckle.

“I could taste the sass.”

“Unbelievable!” Barba fumed.

In front of him, having reached the vendor first, Carisi ordered, “A cup of coffee and two waters, if you don’t mind.” Glancing back over his shoulder, the detective added, “My treat.”

“That’s not —“ Barba began to say but was cut off by Benson.

“Maybe just let your boyfriend do something nice for you,” she said with a nudge and a wink.

His eyes widened. The counselor looked back and forth between the lieutenant and the detective. Instinctively accepting the cup of coffee that was placed into his hand, Barba was taken aback that Sonny had finally gotten up the nerve to tell Benson about their relationship.

Trying to shake it off and play it cool, Barba turned and walked back towards the courthouse. Taking a sip, he let the caffeine rush hit him.

“When did you tell her?” he finally asked.

Cautiously, Carisi stated, “I didn’t.”

If Sonny didn’t tell her, Barba silently deduced, then by asking that in front of Olivia, I just confirmed our relationship.

“Well,” he said with a gulp, fumbling for a plausible explanation. “I…”

Sonny wasn’t out of the closet and Barba was horrified at the thought of accidentally outing his boyfriend.

Next to him, Olivia did more than chuckle this time. Laughing good-naturedly, she explained, “Perhaps you had forgotten that I was once a detective. It’s nice to be able to dust off my old deductive skills every once and a while. But, counselor, might I suggest you not fall for such an obvious trap like that back in court.”

Barba shot Benson a scathing and indignant look before turning to apologize to his boyfriend.

“Sonny,” he entreated, his heart hammering in his chest, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone would figure it out on their own.”

“It’s fine,” Carisi said with a shrug. “I was planning on telling her next week anyway.”

Benson chimed in, “I’m actually really proud of you, Rafael. It’s good to see you not isolate yourself and choose happiness for once.”

“Ah—“ Barba opened his mouth to reply but found himself without words.

“Where’s your sarcasm now, counselor?” Sonny teased.

Carisi paused, taking the time to bring his hand down and interlock it with Barba’s. A brief but tight squeeze was all it took and Barba felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“I should go,” Barba muttered, “I need to make sure my first witness is ready to take the stand.”

“Then we’ll see you in there,” Benson remarked.

With that parting remark, both Olivia and Sonny headed back up the steps of the courthouse.

Watching the lieutenant and detective navigate around a gaggle of tourists grouped together on the wide and grand staircase of the New York County Courthouse, Barba wondered what to make of what had just happened. Was Sonny really fine with being outed in front of his commanding officer? Why had Olivia chosen that moment to confirm her suspicions? Would his personal relationship with Sonny interfere with their professional standing?

Barba inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. Truth be told, he felt relieved. It was good that Benson knew about his relationship with Carisi. She was one of his closest friends and confidants. It had been eating away at him for a while that he hadn’t been able to talk to her about something so personal.

As to the other questions he had asked himself, and the risks they carried, only time would reveal those answers.

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