I’ll Wait For You
A/N: It’s taken me a while to get back into any sort of writing, but seeing as @rosathawne has been rather insistent on seeing this prompt through, I have produced something. I hope it’s good enough.
Rafael perched on the end of Carisi’s desk, sincerely regretting his decision to accept Olivia’s invitation to this celebration. True, he had won the case and this celebration was in his honor, but he had not expected to see you. He gripped his glass of scotch tightly, surreptitiously peering over at you laughing with Carisi and Dodds.
Rafael hated the way your arm was always touching his. The way his hand lay effortlessly in the small of your back. The way you looked up at his face as you laughed. The way his eyes shone as your hand caressed his, your little hand in his mitt, funny how people can fit.
Downing the rest of his drink, Rafael rose from the table, stumbling slightly. His eyes darted around the room, hoping no one had noticed. His face was flushed and he felt nauseous, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol he had so hastily consumed. He rushed towards the locker rooms, seeking solace in solitude.
Why did seeing you with that oaf make him feel like using him as a punching bag? What did you even see in him? Why had he been so hasty in his decision to let you go? Rafael plunged his face under the cold running water. Was drowning himself really the way to go? he thought, extracting his face from under the faucet. The paper towels he pulled out of the dispenser next to the sink felt like sandpaper on his skin, as he tried to wipe away his regret.