Under Her Skin | R | The Sopranos
Title: Under Her Skin
Prompt: R is for RICO
Challenge: A to Z Drabble Meme
Fandom: Tony Soprano/Jennifer Melfi, The Sopranos
Requested by: jennedyjld
Rating: R
Word Count: 666
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: It’s true…I love the dynamic between these two. I love his short tempter, I love the way he toys with her, and I just plain love her. I hope I managed to keep this in character…not easy characters to write! I've only watched up to Season 3 so far, this takes place around Season 2. Let me know what you think!
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They’d been talking about the RICO Act for nearly ten minutes. Tony had mentioned his suspicion about a solidified case being built against him as a cause of stress and Melfi jumped all over his ass about it. What were his feelings? Was he worried or scared? Did he feel at any point like he should be held accountable for his crimes?
He steepled his fingers and smirked. She was cute when she was worked up, sure, but what he loved most was the fact that this was exactly the sort of shit they weren’t supposed to be talking about. This was all against her little code of bullshit ethics.
“You know what I think?” He asked, tilting his head back slightly to examine her closely as she settled herself down. “I think you’re worried about me gettin’ caught.”
Her eyebrows jumped slightly. “This is about you, Anthony, not me.”
Tony chuckled slightly. “Nah-you’re worried I’m gonna get nabbed by the feds and you’ll be without your favorite patient.” He skimmed his tongue over his teeth, watching her closely, watching his words get under her skin.
She denied him, of course, and made a playful comment about how she didn’t play favorites, but Tony knew there was something else that she was closing off from him. He was an expert at reading people; he could tell by the sweat on a man’s temple that he’d whacked a guy, and he could tell by the flaring of the nostrils of a woman that she was pissed, and he could tell by the way Jennifer Melfi licked her lips and broke eye contact that he had succeeded in making her care about him.
That didn’t mean it didn’t irritate the fuck out of him to know that she’d been a hypocrite. “So it’s okay to pass judgment on me and tell me I deserve the shit that happens to me, but it’s also okay that you hope I don’t get caught?” He narrowed his eyes. “How the fuck does that work, Miss Moral High Horse?”
Melfi tilted her eyed and watched him carefully, her expression completely guarded. She knew he know about her concern and she stashed it away, ever the appropriate shrink. “We’ve been working together for several years now, Anthony. At some point, a psychiatrist has to hope that her treatment will take effect.”
“You think sittin’ in this chair’s gonna make me a reformed man? You think you’re that powerful?”
She stared blankly at him though her shoulders hunched slightly. Anyone else would have missed it, but not Tony. He’d wounded her. He almost regretted it, too.
“It’d take more than me, more than God Himself, to reform you, Tony Soprano.”
A year or two ago, Melfi would never have had the balls to say that to his face without the fear of him losing his shit. Sure, it was a low blow, but he fucking loved that she’d finally stopped being the scared little doctor that he sure has hell knew she wasn’t. The whole Dr. Melfi thing was an act. For the first time since he’d met her, he’d seen bits of Jennifer. It thrilled him. If he thought too much about it, he’d get a hard on, and he didn’t think she could handle that-yet.
“You gonna be my pen pal when big, bad RICO comes to get me?” he goaded, grinning broadly at her.
“Our time is up for today,” she said, unable to hide the smile that his teasing had elicited.
“So it is,” Tony said, standing up. “Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. I’ve got this covered. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“How can you be so sure?” she challenged, leaning forward slightly.
And there it was, plain as day: worry in her eyes. His grin widened and he strode towards the door, winking at her before he left her office. He whistled on his way to the car. Oh yea. It was in the bag.
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Prompt: R is for RICO
Challenge: A to Z Drabble Meme
Fandom: Tony Soprano/Jennifer Melfi, The Sopranos
Requested by: jennedyjld
Rating: R
Word Count: 666
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: It’s true…I love the dynamic between these two. I love his short tempter, I love the way he toys with her, and I just plain love her. I hope I managed to keep this in character…not easy characters to write! I've only watched up to Season 3 so far, this takes place around Season 2. Let me know what you think!
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They’d been talking about the RICO Act for nearly ten minutes. Tony had mentioned his suspicion about a solidified case being built against him as a cause of stress and Melfi jumped all over his ass about it. What were his feelings? Was he worried or scared? Did he feel at any point like he should be held accountable for his crimes?
He steepled his fingers and smirked. She was cute when she was worked up, sure, but what he loved most was the fact that this was exactly the sort of shit they weren’t supposed to be talking about. This was all against her little code of bullshit ethics.
“You know what I think?” He asked, tilting his head back slightly to examine her closely as she settled herself down. “I think you’re worried about me gettin’ caught.”
Her eyebrows jumped slightly. “This is about you, Anthony, not me.”
Tony chuckled slightly. “Nah-you’re worried I’m gonna get nabbed by the feds and you’ll be without your favorite patient.” He skimmed his tongue over his teeth, watching her closely, watching his words get under her skin.
She denied him, of course, and made a playful comment about how she didn’t play favorites, but Tony knew there was something else that she was closing off from him. He was an expert at reading people; he could tell by the sweat on a man’s temple that he’d whacked a guy, and he could tell by the flaring of the nostrils of a woman that she was pissed, and he could tell by the way Jennifer Melfi licked her lips and broke eye contact that he had succeeded in making her care about him.
That didn’t mean it didn’t irritate the fuck out of him to know that she’d been a hypocrite. “So it’s okay to pass judgment on me and tell me I deserve the shit that happens to me, but it’s also okay that you hope I don’t get caught?” He narrowed his eyes. “How the fuck does that work, Miss Moral High Horse?”
Melfi tilted her eyed and watched him carefully, her expression completely guarded. She knew he know about her concern and she stashed it away, ever the appropriate shrink. “We’ve been working together for several years now, Anthony. At some point, a psychiatrist has to hope that her treatment will take effect.”
“You think sittin’ in this chair’s gonna make me a reformed man? You think you’re that powerful?”
She stared blankly at him though her shoulders hunched slightly. Anyone else would have missed it, but not Tony. He’d wounded her. He almost regretted it, too.
“It’d take more than me, more than God Himself, to reform you, Tony Soprano.”
A year or two ago, Melfi would never have had the balls to say that to his face without the fear of him losing his shit. Sure, it was a low blow, but he fucking loved that she’d finally stopped being the scared little doctor that he sure has hell knew she wasn’t. The whole Dr. Melfi thing was an act. For the first time since he’d met her, he’d seen bits of Jennifer. It thrilled him. If he thought too much about it, he’d get a hard on, and he didn’t think she could handle that-yet.
“You gonna be my pen pal when big, bad RICO comes to get me?” he goaded, grinning broadly at her.
“Our time is up for today,” she said, unable to hide the smile that his teasing had elicited.
“So it is,” Tony said, standing up. “Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. I’ve got this covered. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“How can you be so sure?” she challenged, leaning forward slightly.
And there it was, plain as day: worry in her eyes. His grin widened and he strode towards the door, winking at her before he left her office. He whistled on his way to the car. Oh yea. It was in the bag.
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