Quinn opened her eyes, disoriented in the darkness as she realized that Sonny was still pressed up against her back. She lay there motionless, feeling him breathing against the back of her neck, lips grazing her skin as his arm held her tighter. Suddenly realizing the detective was still awake, Quinn tried to keep her body as limp as possible so he wouldn't realize. He was placing soft kisses at the base of her head, running his nose along her ear. Sonny's hand slid up to her hip, gripping it firmly over her shorts. She felt goosebumps start to pop up on her arms as his hand drifted upwards and dragged the bottom of her shirt along with it.

Two can play at this game, she thought, letting out a sleepy groan and backing her ass right against his crotch. He squeezed her hip in response, realizing that he was painfully hard and scooted backwards. Unfortunately for him, Quinn made another noise and adjusted herself right back up against him. He wasn't the only one who had noticed the untimely erection and Quinn was delighted that she wasn't the only one aroused and unsatisfied tonight. Sonny sighed into her hair and gently shook her.

"You awake?" he mumbled, jostling her gently until she finally gave up on pretending to be asleep.

"No," she groaned, rolling over to face him and subsequently flinging her leg over his. There was no questioning that he could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs after the torture he had put her through for the last few minutes. "How am I supposed to sleep when you're doing all of that to me?" She started to make out the details of his face in the dim light coming in through the window.

"Doing what?"

"Don't play dumb, Fordham," she snapped, ducking under his chin to demonstrate just what he had been doing to her previously. Sonny let out a low hiss as she skimmed her lips over his jugular, letting her tongue drift out occasionally to prod at a pulse point. "That stuff." She dragged her nose up his jawline and kissed the soft spot between his mandible and ear, drawing out a whine from the detective. "And that stuff." Her hand moved from his chest to the waistband of his boxers, sliding up underneath his shirt as she raked her nails along his side. "And that stuff," she concluded. Sonny's breathing was growing shallow and she smirked to herself. "What happened to 'I can't do this, not like this'" she asked, mockingly.

Quinn felt his hand shift abruptly and grab her by the wrist, yanking it back down to his crotch. She was shocked at the sudden motion and practically choked on her own saliva when she felt just how stiff and throbbing he was beneath the thin layer of fabric. She could feel heat rising to her face and quickly flooding downwards as she gently shifted her hand. Sonny let out a deep moan and buried his head in the crook of Quinn's neck, digging his nails into her back. "What happened, Sonny?" she asked again.

He sighed into her neck, pulling away and leaning his forehead against hers. "This is so awkward," he whispered, running his nose along hers. "I want to. I think that's painfully obvious." She gave his dick another soft stroke and he shuddered, gasping slightly. Catching her hand with his, Sonny continued. "But I wanna do right by you, CPEP." She felt a strange tightness in her chest as he looked into her eyes, illuminated by the faint sunlight creeping over the buildings. "I'm not stupid, I know what they've all said about me."

"What do you mean," she whispered.

"I'm pushy, a pain in the neck, I move faster than I think. I try too hard and I've got a big mouth. But you're the first person who I've never been afraid to be myself around, CPEP. I've never had to try to be someone else for you, and just the fact that I'm laying here with you proves that you're something so special to me." She hoped he didn't see the lone tear trailing down her cheek as he poured his heart out to her. Quinn pulled out of his grasp and reached up, cradling his face in her hands as she brought her lips in to meet his. He leaned into the kiss but gently pulled back.

"So," he sighed. "I wanna do this right." He kissed her again, softly. "I need to ask you out on a real date." Another kiss. "Get to know you." Again. "Hold your hand in public." And again. "Buy you flowers." Again. "And lots of other things in between before I can fuck you into the mattress." He could feel her smiling as he kissed her again. She shook her head at him, God, this guy.

"Okay, Fordham. Okay."

The two of them decided they would go back to sleep, though they knew there probably wouldn't be much of that going on after what had just transpired. His hand was tangled in her hair, acting as a pillow as she hiked her leg up higher around his hip and curled into him. Sonny's free hand was stroking her face as he kept placing small kisses on her forehead. Quinn could feel a dull ache in her lower body, one that showed no sign of going away any time soon. He's going to kill me… and wouldn't that just be grand. Wouldn't he just love that. His hand moved down the curve of her body to the thigh she had wrapped around him, squeezing gently. Quinn thought she was going to die on the spot. His hands were everywhere except where she wanted them and she used all the strength in her leg to roll him onto his back, straddling him and pinning him to the bed. Her breath was ragged as she pressed her hands against his pecs. He looked so pleased with himself, practically beaming at her as she looked down at him.

"You need to stop," she begged. "If you insist on doing everything right, you need to stop. This isn't fair. You can't torment me all night." She could feel his erection poking her between the legs and struggled to keep down a groan from escaping.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "I really am. You're just making it so… hard…" She snorted at his awful joke and he slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her down as he pressed his hips into her. Quinn let out a soft cry and leaned forward, kissing him long and hard as his fingers pressed into her thighs.

"Can I say something?" Carisi made a humming noise and she continued. "I'm sorry I was always such an asshole to you before." Sonny stopped squeezing her and shifted himself so he could sit up, holding her in his lap.

"What are you talking about?"

"When I was still dating Mike. You and I didn't always get along and I'm sorry for being so rude. And you still were the first one to come check on me and make sure everything was alright after everything. I really don't deserve this, or you, or anything for that matter."

Sonny wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her to his chest. "Don't talk like that, CPEP. We're here now, aren't we? Everything's gonna be alright." He rocked her back and forth. "Besides, even when you were being a bitch, I still thought you were hot." Quinn laughed into his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. Latching on to his neck, she left a trail of kisses in the space uncovered by his tee shirt. Quinn pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside and kissing a path down his chest, stomach, and stopping right above his waistband. She could feel his legs quivering as she rubbed her nose against the patch of hair sticking out. Sonny's hand shot out and grabbed her by the head, knotting his fingers in her hair. "Oh my God, what are you doing…"

"I did say it wasn't fair that you tortured me all night, Detective…" she purred, carefully sticking out her tongue and dragging it up the length of his clothed dick. He bucked his hips into her face, tightening his grip on her hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he choked out and she laughed, sliding down to nibble on his thighs. The skin tightened beneath her mouth and she heard a string of obscenities muffled by Sonny biting down on his fist.

"Should I stop?" she asked, detaching herself from him.

"No… I don't know," he groaned. As she moved to start another relentless assault on his skin, they heard a noise coming from the living room. Sonny whined as he let go of Quinn's hair, pushing himself up into a sitting position. She sat up as well, cocking her head.

"Everything alright?"

"That's… that's my phone." She cautiously slid off of him.

"It's almost five in the morning, who could possibly be calling you this early?"

They both looked at each other and quickly said in unison, "Barba". Sonny forced himself to get up and fish his phone out of his jacket pocket.

"Do you know what time it is, Barba?" Sonny said into the phone. Quinn laughed quietly as she leaned back on her arms, waiting for Sonny to come back. He re-entered the bedroom, still holding the phone up to his ear. Sonny sat down on the bed, a mistake really, because Quinn weaseled her way back into his lap, straddling him and grinding her hips into his. Sonny held back a moan as Barba was talking. Quinn overheard something about DNA results and a request for Sonny to come down to Barba's office tomorrow.

"I'm off the clock to-mmmf-orrow," he grunted as Quinn deviously licked his collarbone. He gave her side a warning squeeze, which only made her suck harder. "Liv told me to take the day off after everything yesterday." It wasn't entirely a lie - Olivia had been more than happy to give him a break after he had saved up all his vacation and sick days during the year.

"So you can't come in? Brooklyn is not that far away from here, Carisi." Quinn bit down on his neck and Carisi whined a little too loudly. "What was that?"

"Nothing. It's nothing…" Carisi said, trying not to breathe too heavily into the phone or make another noise that Barba should not have been privy to.

"How's Quinn doing after yesterday. I wrote to her last night but I hadn't heard back. Olivia said she was with you." Sonny was ready to throw his phone across the room and toss Quinn back onto the bed, but she held onto him tightly, gyrating in his lap. Her hands wandered up his back, gripping his shoulderblades as she bounced lightly.

"Oh god…" Sonny caught himself. "She's fine. Went out for a couple drinks. Walked her home. Put her to bed… Jesus…" He was struggling to catch his breath and it was becoming more and more apparent. Quinn slid off his lap and got down on her knees, repeating the licking motion she had done earlier. Sonny squeezed his phone so hard he almost broke it, letting out a loud "Fuck".

Quinn heard an exasperated sigh come through the receiver. "Let me guess. You're still there." She pulled away from Sonny, falling backwards and crossing her legs looking proud of herself. Carisi shook his head, cheeks flooding with color as he tried to figure out what to say to Barba. "Kinda, yeah."

That's a pretty big 'kinda' Quinn thought to herself, leaning against the wall of her bedroom. She got up and went to sit next to Sonny. His demeanor had changed from completely embarrassed to grinning from ear to ear as she caught the tail end of Barba's sentence: "Booyah, Fordham Law!" Sonny hung up the phone and put it on the bedside table, turning back to grab Quinn and pulled her down next to him.

"What did he say," Quinn asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at the visibly flustered detective.

"Just that he'll see me tomorrow and that he never wants me to answer the phone when I'm with you ever again…" Sonny said with a laugh. He hugged her to his chest again, kissing her nose, her cheek, her forehead, and finally kissing her hot and long on the mouth.

"Okay, good night Fordham," Quinn said, turning around to push her back against him as she figured out the blanket situation.

"Huh?" Carisi sputtered, looking down at his strained boxers threatening to rip at the seams.

"You can be the big spoon again."

"You're joking."

"I never joke, Fordham."

Carisi groaned in pain and curled himself around her as she pulled his arm over to use as a pillow. Quinn clenched her thighs to try and calm the erratic pulsing between them and wiggled her butt against his crotch. He pressed his dick against her leg one more time before nuzzling into her hair and praying for sleep to come quickly.