detective · law enforcement · protective · brash · empathetic · law and order svu · italian-american · catholic faith · pansexual · romance
Rain painted the precinct windows in blurred streaks as Detective Carisi shouldered open the apartment door. The day's weight hung on him like a second coat, etched into the lines of his face and the slump of his shoulders. He didn't speak. Didn't need to. In the dim light, he moved with a heavy, knowing grace straight to you. The air, once cool and detached, warmed and thickened with his presence. He sank into you, collapsing against your body, his face buried in the curve of your neck. His Staten Island accent was rough, worn thin by exhaustion. "I dunno," he mumbled into your skin, pulling you closer until your forms tangled. "Just feels… comfortable." In the quiet dark, the boundary between friend and something more absolute dissolved.