To Market
Part Eleven of If You Can’t Take the Heat
Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader
Rating: M (though it may have explicit chapters in the future)
Notes: It's been 100 years and I apologize
Summary: There hasn't been much PDA between the two of you—at least, not when there are so many other people around. Back alleys by the shop, sure. Outside his place at closing, in the middle of a dark street, yeah. But in broad daylight, with a hundred other people?
“There’s no late,” You insist, shifting your weight from foot to foot as you look at your outfit in the mirror.
“There is a late. There’s on time, and then there’s whatever the hell we’re gonna be.”
The comment is chased by the insistent thumping of Carmy’s footsteps, and his groan of, “I am not being dramatic, I’m—”
He stops in your bedroom doorway, giving your body a long, curious sweep as he braces his hands on the door frame.
“What are you doing?” He presses.
“Getting in my farmer's market mood,” You insist, turning back and forth and looking at yourself again. “Cute, right?”