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I’ve been watching you.

Not in the creepy way — well, maybe just a little. But only because I know what you’re looking for.

You pause when he’s on screen. You replay the way he leans in, voice low, like every word is just for you. You pretend it’s casual. It’s not.

You’re not here by accident.

You want the part of Carisi that doesn’t follow rules. The part that doesn’t wait for permission. The sharp edge. The heat under the surface.

This blog is for the thoughts you don’t say out loud. The ones that wake you up at night and leave you flushed.

If you’re here, you already crossed a line.

prompted by everythingsvu

“I’m not doing it.” He sat on the couch, staring straight ahead.

You grinned, God, that accent. “C’mon, Sonny.”

“Nope.” He even went so far as to cross his arms. And was that a pout? Adorable.

You tried to keep your face serious, “Please?” “Contrary to popular belief, ‘please’ is not the magic word.”

Dramatically sighing, you sat down on his lap, knees on either side of him. The pout changed slightly. But he still stared straight ahead. You ran your hands through his hair. How much product did he go through? Seriously. The tips of his ears started to turn pink and he fought to keep himself from smiling, you could tell. “Is it the magic word yet?”

He said nothing, but you could hear a slight moan as you nibbled on his ear. Unbuttoning a few of the buttons, you ran your hand along his collarbone. He made what could only be called an encouraging noise and you chuckled.

“Fine.” You could almost hear his teeth being clenched, “Fine.”

You kissed him on the lips, “Thanks, babe.” Taking the controller from his hand, you changed the channel to NCIS. Crawling off of him, you laid your feet in his lap, which he swatted at playfully.