Prompt #28: Prompt #28: Late-season Mets or Yankees game on a chilly night
My Everything, Always & Forever
~oOo~
Sonny Carisi relaxes into the hard stadium seat, his arm resting on the seat next to him as he takes in his surroundings. The smell of various amounts of stadium food fills his nostrils, and the crowd cheering for the home team fills his ears. He can't help the big smile on his face as he watches the beautiful blonde standing next to him bounce up and down, her arms thrown in the air, shouting, "Go, Go, Go!" as the players run the bases. His heart swells as he watches his wife let loose and be completely carefree. He falls more in love with her with each passing moment.
He thanks Heaven above for their life, his children, his fantastic wife, and the opportunity to spend a kid-free weekend with her. Never taking for granted what he has.
The crowd calms as the bottom of the second inning ends, and Amanda settles in her seat. She looks over at her husband, whose eyes haven't left her.
"What?" She blushes, her lip between her teeth, as their eyes meet.
"Nothing. I just love you, is all." He wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him and placing a sweet kiss on her head.
"Mmmm, I love you too." She embraces him as they continue to watch the game.
Amanda had been to her fair share of baseball games before moving to New York, but never a Mets game and never with the man she loves. Back home in Atlanta, she had been to a few Braves games, once with her father and twice with friends, as she had bet on the team, so she had a lot riding on a win. However, she always cheered on the Mets and called herself a fan; she even had typical fan gear: a few t-shirts, a Baseball cap, and a jersey.
On the other hand, Sonny grew up going to Mets games with his father, their way of bonding as the only guys in their family. So, this is familiar to him. He had Mets memorabilia, signed baseballs from hall-of-fame players, a glove, and numerous collectible items he hoped to pass down to his son or daughters one day.
Sonny's parents offered to take all three kids to Staten Island for the weekend, so naturally, they jumped at the offer. It had been what felt like an eternity since they last had any sort of alone time.
He had their entire weekend alone perfectly planned, but at the last minute, his receptionist offered him the tickets to tonight's game, which required him to rework the plan. So far, it has gone perfectly. Last night, after his mother and the kids left, he started the evening by preparing them a romantic dinner, glasses of wine, candles lit, and a new recipe he wanted to try. After dinner, they settled on the couch, her feet in his lap as he massaged her tired limbs; they discussed their work week, what the following weeks would entail, and their move into the house they just closed on. Amanda is starting her new job with a promotion and traveling, which will be an adjustment for the family, but if anyone can make it work, it's them. They ended the night by falling into their bed, making love until the early morning hours.
This morning, Amanda was awoken by her husband's hands. His hands have not left her since she got home from work yesterday, always touching her. Mornings like this one are her favorite way to wake up. After they both came back down from their orgasmic highs, they showered together, and Sonny ran out to grab them breakfast while Amanda planned her outfit for the game and worked on getting herself ready.
Sonny insisted they take the subway to Citi Field and Uber home so they could both drink and not have to worry about driving. The couple agreed to let loose and just go with the flow this weekend, and that's precisely how it's going.
The sky gets darker, and the temperature drops, chilling the evening air. Amanda shivers as the breeze hits her. She wore a long-sleeve Mets shirt with jeans and her Mets jersey. Thankfully, her thoughtful husband brought a bag with an extra jacket, beanies, and scarves if needed.
He wraps the extra jacket around her shoulders and whispers, "I told you it was going to be cold."
She smiles at him. "Thank you, babe," she says as she puts on the jacket.
Dominick gets in line for food and returns with two fully loaded hot dogs from Nathan's and a beer for each. They indulge in good food and a happy, upbeat atmosphere.
They both participate in the wave and chant yells from the crowd, like "Let's Go, Mets" or cheers for a particular player.
The family sitting in front of the couple has two small children, and every so often, the kids ask their parents questions about baseball or the players. Amanda listens and smiles as she watches the interaction. She leans towards the mother and says, "You have a beautiful family."
The woman replies, "Thank you. This is our first time bringing them."
"They are so well-behaved; I would have thought this was normal for them."
"No, this is their first time; we come all the time," the woman gestures between herself and her husband. "Do you have kids?" the woman asks.
"Yes, we have three. Our oldest is nine, our middle daughter is six, and our son is almost one," Amanda explains as she unlocks her phone and pulls up the most recent picture of the kids to show the woman.
"Wow, you have your hands full. They are adorable," the woman responds,
Sonny sits back and watches the interaction. He gently rubs his wife's back as she leans forward to talk to the woman. He sends pictures of the field and a selfie they took earlier to his mother, who sends back a picture of the girls playing dolls and a video of Nicky using the couch to pull up with a text: He'll be walking before you know it. He shows Amanda the video, her eyes water at the thought of their son already near walking.
During the fifth inning, the kiss cam came. The camera searched the crowd, each couple appearing on the jumbo screen. They watched the screen. When it landed on them, Sonny leaned in, kissing his wife. The crowd cheered as the camera searched for the next set of fans. Amanda deepened the kiss, both getting lost in the moment. He broke for air as he remembered where they were. Both flushed and needing to catch their breath.
It's the bottom of the sixth now; the bases are loaded. Francisco Lindor is up to bat, and the entire stadium is now standing. He's up two balls and one strike. The next pitch is a slider. He gets a good piece of it, hitting a grand slam, bringing in three runs and himself. The crowd goes wild.
Dominick and Amanda are ecstatic; he wraps her in his arms and lifts her off the ground, spinning around. He sets her back on the ground and bends to kiss her again.
"Wow, this is amazing," she says as she pulls away.
During the top of the seventh inning, while the other team's pitcher warms up, the stadium lights up in orange and purple LED lights, putting on a fantastic light show.
The Mets stayed on top the rest of the game, winning 4-1 and advancing to the postseason.
The lights dim, and the fireworks show begins. Amanda leans into her husband, resting her cheek on his shoulder, watching the sky fill with multiple colors. She lets out a content sigh as she takes it all in.
They leave the stadium hand in hand. Both are high on life and excited about the big win.
"How about a drink or three?" he suggests with a wink.
"Ok," she smiles, letting her husband take the lead.
They take the subway a few stops towards the bar.
The city is buzzing from the win; it's still early at night, bars are crowded, and people are everywhere. Sonny is sure not to take his eyes off his wife.
~oOo~
They enter the crowded hole-in-the-wall bar. Amanda leads him to an empty high-top table with one available bar stool tucked away in the corner. The bar is dimly lit, and music plays from the jukebox.
She sits on the swivel-top bar stool, waiting for her husband to return with the drinks.
Two shots of tequila and two cocktails later, Sonny settles between her legs, his hips touching her inner thighs. His hands on her waist.
Her hand rests on his chest in the place she knows drives him crazy, getting his undivided attention every time she touches him there.
"Thank you, babe," she says, lost in his eyes.
"For what?" He smiles a goofy smile.
"For…tonight...this weekend…for being you. For THIS," she slowly skims her hand down his torso to the bulge in his pants, cupping him. With a seductive smile on her face, their lips meet for a sloppy, wet kiss.
His head is spinning; heat builds between them. He grows hard against her hand.
"Ya don't need to thank me, baby; you're worth it," he pants.
"One more drink? And we'll call it a night," she suggests.
He nods in agreement.
They fit right in with the crowd multiple couples are cozied up together making out.
The average person wouldn't know they were a middle-aged, married couple with three kids taking full advantage of this much-needed kid-free weekend.
They finish their drinks thirty minutes later. Their minds are fogged, their heads spin, their hands wander, and heat builds to the point of combustion.
"Take me home, counselor," she purrs, nipping his ear lobe before pulling back.
He doesn't have to be told twice; he pulls out his phone and orders their Uber.
Amanda uses the restroom while he closes out their tab and gathers their things. The Uber is five minutes away.
In the Uber, it takes every bit of self-control they have to contain themselves and not jump each other's bones.
~oOo~
Sonny fumbles with the keys as he attempts to unlock the door; his judgment is impaired from the alcohol and Amanda's hands on his body. He's dropped the keys more times than he can count, making them both laugh louder than they should at 1 am in the hallway of their apartment building.
He focused for a moment, finally able to unlock the door. They stumbled inside, still laughing and shushing each other like teenagers sneaking in after a wild night out.
Amanda strips off her layers, leaving only her bra and lacy black thong, and Sonny watches in amusement as he sheds his clothes.
"God. Baby, you are so beautiful," he breathes as his eyes roam her body.
"Come 'ere," he says, pulling her towards him as their bodies collide in the middle of the living room.
Their Lips meet for a wet, needy kiss. He unclasps and removes her bra as he trails kisses down her neck, licking and nipping as he goes, placing kisses on each of her breasts as he sucks each nipple.
'OH GOD…Sonny. I need you… Now," she moans, his hand sliding down her stomach and disappearing under the lace of her thong as he pushes two fingers inside her.
"FUCK baby, that feels so good"
She unbuttons his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. He discards them. His boxers show his stiffness; he springs free as she removes them. She strokes him as she preppers kisses down his neck and across his chest.
Her head spins with lust and need for him.
She loves him so much that she would do anything for this selfless man before her.
The fire between them ignites as she pushes him toward the couch. He pulls her to him as he sits; she straddles him, impaling herself on him. She rides him into oblivion.
They usually take their time and are sweet and deliberate with each movement during sex, but this is different. Their judgment is impaired, and they are needy. She needs this release just as much as he does.
"I'm gonna…I'm Close, baby," he groans, his hands squeezing her ass as she moves her hips the way he likes it.
"Let go, Dominck; I got you, baby."
He changes their position all in one motion, never separating them; he lays her flat on the couch as she wraps her legs around his waist. He moves in and out of her several times, coming undone as they climax together; he empties himself inside her in two long, deep thrusts.
"Mmm, Babe, that was so sexy," she pants. "I missed that."
"Me too.: he says, catching his breath. "I love you."
Sonny grabs the throw blanket from the back of the sofa and lies beside her. She settles between him and the couch, wrapping herself around him, her head on his chest. His arm wraps around her as he draws circles on her back.
" I love you too, counselor," she smirked as she lifted her head and kissed his chest.
They lay in silence; he feels her breaths start even out against him.
His mind clears as he feels himself sobering up. The pit in his stomach starts to form again. He's been worried since she accepted this new job and was told she would travel.
He's hesitant to say anything now, not wanting to ruin the bliss, especially after their great day and what they just now did. But he needs to get it off his chest.
"'Manda," he whispers, softly rubbing her back.
"Hmm," she hums.
"Promise me you will think about this moment right here, what we just did, this weekend while you're traveling. Remember how we feel right now."
She lifts her head off his chest halfway, sitting up as their eyes meet.
"Of course, Dominick. You are my everything. No one has ever, and no one will ever compare to who you are to me or what we have. This wonderful life we have built exceeds my wildest expectations every day. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself to believe it's real, that you're real." She smiles at him.
His eyes water at her words. She leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He gives her a loving smile in return.
"I'm sorry. I guess I just got a little worried, a little self-conscious. I know we are solid and will work through any obstacles that come our way," he explains.
"Thank you for sharing your worries with me. We got this."
"Also," she adds, " the traveling won't start immediately or may not happen at all; it's possible. But if I do end up traveling. We'll make this work, always."
"Always," he smiles as he brings her down, kissing her softly and then profoundly.
"Hold that thought," she breaks the kiss. "I have an idea."
She moves off the couch, practically running because it's cold and she is completely naked. She searches in the mess of their clothes for their phones. She grabs them and hurries back to the couch, wrapping the blanket around them as she straddles his hips. His hands instantly go to her sides. His brow furrows in confusion as he watches her with their phones.
She takes her phone first. Opening her camera app, she snaps a few pictures of him, bare-chested, lying underneath her, a few candid pics, and a few in which she tells him how to pose. She saves the pictures to her private album.
Next, she grabs his phone and takes a few more intimate pictures—nothing explicit, but for his eyes only. She allows him to snap a few of her from his view.
"Now we both have reminders. When feeling needy or desperate, we can look at these until we can talk or get the real thing. Or even if we just need a little reassurance, we'll remember this moment," she explains her logic.
"Mm, how did I get so lucky?"
"We both did," she kisses the corner of his mouth. "Now, counselor, I'm freezing and getting tired. Let's go to bed."
She grabs his hand, pulls him off the couch, and goes towards their bedroom.
"I'll be right there," he tells her, stopping at the kitchen to get them both a glass of water and some Advil to alleviate the possible headaches they'll have in the morning.
When he returns, Amanda is already buried under the thick blankets. He gives her water and Advil to take. Then he joins her. They cuddle up in the middle of their bed, limbs entwined, barely any space between them.
"Goodnight, counselor; I love you."
"G'night, Sergeant, I love you more."
Sonny's worries are eased, and he lets himself relax and let sleep take over.
My Everything. Always. Forever. Those are the words they live by no matter what obstacles present, and they are better than ever.
The author of this SVU - Autumn in New York story will be revealed in November
