I got no anon this time asking for a sneak peek into the new chapter of A Recipe for the Fall of Carmen Berzatto, but I'm posting one anyway, because it's fun for me hehe! I'm excited to update this chapter and the next, they have some og scenes from the very beginning of drafting this fic!!
And as she sits back at the end of her couch, quickly putting on her underwear and her t-shirt, Sydney watches him from the corner of her eye. He ties off the condom, reaches for a tissue on the coffee table and wipes himself before pulling up his boxers.
The whole act is so unceremonious, kinda gross and intimate in a way that makes her chest tighten and her mouth open to say,
“I’m on the pill, by the way.”
He jerks his head up to look at her. “Oh, um…” he says, blinking, confused.
She continues before she can stop herself. “And I had a checkup not long ago, so, you know,” She looks at her hands fidgeting in her lap. “If you get checked out, we can, um… do it without, you know… condoms.” She shrugs, trying to sell her casual act when in reality, her stomach is in a knot.
She steals a glance at him. Carmy is staring at her like his brain stopped working: jaw open, eyebrows raised, face redder than before.
“If you want to,” she adds quickly.
As if her words jump-started his mind, he straightens and clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I can– I can get a checkup.” He rubs his neck.
And like a fool, she says, “Like, no shade to Claire or anyone–”
“But, like, I can’t afford an STD right now.”
She presses her lips together in a forced smile, then nods. It wasn’t that awkward, was it? Just two adults, discussing safe sex. She ignores the way she’s kinda starting to get turned on by the thought of Carmy fucking her flesh to flesh, and coming inside her, and–
A loud buzzing sound runs through the air.
Sydney jumps at the intrusion, but she welcomes the distraction that takes her out of her thoughts. She glances at the coffee table, where she sees her phone. She just got some texts.
She leans forward to reach for it, but Carmy is closer and quicker. The device is in his hand, and he steals a glance at the screen as he motions to give it to her.
He freezes, just for a second. “Um, Tony.” He clears his throat and puts down the phone between them on the couch.
Carmy rubs his neck, and he’s looking anywhere but her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to– I-I just-just accidentally looked, I–”
She swallows and takes her phone. “It’s okay,” she mutters, and with a strange, bitter tightness in her chest and stomach, she opens her messages.
(jealous Carmy is coming)
