drabble; prompt: are you going to punch me?
pairing: dominick "sonny" carisi jr/amanda rollins
word count: 511 words
prompt from alloftheprompts [tumblr]; prompt set #762
begin
"I don't think this is a very good idea." Carisi looks around nervously, as Amanda laughs and pushes him into the holding cell.
"Come on, Carisi. Where's your sense of adventure?" She purrs, backing him up against the wall of the cell as she tugs at his tie.
This is what happens whenever they work late together, and when Amanda inevitably gets bored with whatever they are working on. Not that he's complaining – God, no - but to be doing this in the holding cell seems kind of…well…wrong.
But also kind of exciting, if he can be honest.
A smile slowly spreads over her face as she steps into his space, wrapping his tie around her hand. She gives it a hard yank, pulling him down to meet her as she raises her head and covers his mouth with hers.
He groans and kisses her back with equal fervour, putting his hands on either side of her face, running his fingers through her hair as she nibbles on his bottom lip, demanding entry. Her tongue pushes against his; as usual, she wants to take the lead, and as usual, he lets her, his head spinning with the taste and the sense of her.
She moulds her body against his, slipping her hands into the back pockets of his pants, angling her head to draw him into an even deeper kiss, as his fingers dig into the curves of her hips.
It's his turn to take the lead now, as he lifts his mouth from hers, hearing her whimper in protest as he spins her around so that now her back is against the wall. He wastes no time in sealing her lips with his, drinking her in.
He slips his hand beneath her untucked shirt, feeling the warmth and the softness of her bare skin. He could never get enough of this, he thinks, never ever, and…
"Amanda. Carisi." A crisp voice interrupts them, and they both jump apart in horror.
Olivia glares at them from the doorway of the holding cell, her arms crossed. Fin stands next to her, his expression almost murderous as he stares down Carisi. He knows that Fin has a protective streak for his partner.
Carisi thinks his life may be ending fairly soon.
"I would appreciate it if you two would get back to work, now, and see me tomorrow first thing in the morning." Olivia says coolly, and then she turns and leaves without a backward glance.
Sheepishly, Amanda and Carisi both straighten their clothes and exit the holding cell. Fin lets Amanda through, and then he blocks Carisi, still scowling.
Carisi swallows nervously. "Urm. Are you going to punch me?"
Fin glares at him menacingly. "If you ever let me see that again…I swear I'll punch you, twice." He steps aside and the younger man scurries out.
Amanda makes a beeline for her desk as he follows her, shuddering dramatically.
"Never doing this again." He mutters to her.
She leans closer to him, brushing his cheek with a kiss. "At least…not at work."
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Note: totally an excuse for me to write Carisi and Rollins making out. I'm not even sorry.