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illdowhatiwantthanks · 1 month

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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Graphic sex, oral, fingering, language, homophobia, homophobic slurs. Word count: 2,443 "Onions and relish!?" you observed, watching Casey scoop condiments onto a ballpark hot dog. Your face screwed up. "Gross."

"I've got highbrow taste," Casey retorted, glancing at yours. "And you shouldn't talk. Ketchup and mustard? Are you five?"

"It's a classic," you argued, both pushing your way through the crowded line of Yankees fans waiting for their own ballpark snacks.

You returned to your seats, up in the nosebleeds along with a scattering of other die-hard baseball fans, the humming of a summertime crowd and the buzzing of the lights wrapping around you like a blanket. You heard the crack of a bat, and both you and Casey froze, watching the field.

"Yes!" you yelled, pumping your fist in the air as your team–the Cardinals–drove in another run. "Fuckin' Redbirds!"

Normally, you'd be a lot more self-conscious about drawing attention to yourself in a crowd like this–almost exclusively Yankees fans, including your girlfriend. When the Yankees weren't playing the Cardinals, you wore some of Casey's Yankees gear and cheered them on with her. But the Cardinals? They'd been your family's team for generations. You'd grown up on Pujols and Molina and Wainwright, and you were nothing if not loyal. But in this crowd, you stood out amongst the black-and-white like a red thumb. Casey had looked embarrassed, and you'd worried for a moment that she really was bothered by your vocal support of the away team.

"Am I embarrassing you?" you'd asked.

"Yes."

"In a bad way?"

Casey looked at you and smiled at your serious expression. "No, honey. Like, embarrassing but it's endearing. Does that make sense?"

You thought about it for a moment. "I think so. You would tell me if I was bad embarrassing?"

"I would," she confirmed, patting your hand.

It was one of your favorite things about Casey that she was so patient when you misread or didn't understand social cues. She never made fun of you. She always explained, and she always reassured you when you were afraid you'd done something wrong.

But this time it was definitely Casey who had done something wrong. You watched her shove a bite of hot dog into her mouth, beautifully messy, as always when she wasn't at work.

"Your whole mouth is gonna taste like pickles for the rest of the night," you muttered, taking a bite of your own hot dog.

She looked at you, smirking. "And why are you so concerned about my mouth, huh?"

You blushed. "No reason..."

"Mmhm." She took another bite, smug, then grasped your chin, pulling you to her for a kiss. Her lips were salty with sweat, and she smelled like the ballpark dust and the leather of her glove. She was intoxicating, but then you always felt lightheaded when Casey kissed you. Something about the stadium lights and the summer heat just made you that much more dazed.

"That's fuckin' hot," you heard someone say behind you. You shrank and glanced back, Casey's hand squeezing yours protectively. Two men, unshaven, with beers to go with their beer bellies, leered at you from the row behind.

"Nobody asked you, asshole," Casey shot back, flipping him off. You avoided eye contact with them, trying to make yourself smaller. Having grown up in the south, you'd been in enough unsafe situations because of your sexuality that your go-to defense was to ignore and hide. Casey's was not. She was tall and strong, and she'd grown up with absolute confidence in who and what she was.

Your nostrils flared in disgust as one of the men licked his lips, raking his eyes up and down Casey's body.

"What's a hot piece like you doing with a dyke? You oughta let a real man take you for a spin."

Casey stood and pushed him–hard. The man reeled, sloshing his beer all over his front. "You better shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you," she growled.

The man's arm shot out, grabbing Casey by the back of her head. He dug his fingers into her hair to pull her closer. "That's okay, honey," he said. "I like 'em feisty."

Any fear you had dissipated into white hot anger as you watched, as if in slow motion. You, however, were not stuck in slow motion. Without thinking, you lunged forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and wrenched it back until he squealed. You shoved Casey behind you.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" you spat, puffing yourself up as you stood between him and your girlfriend. Which, considering your diminutive height, probably didn't do a whole lot to deter him.

Your teeth clenched and your whole body buzzed with rage. It took a lot to make you angry, but you were spitting angry now. All you knew was that no one–no one–was going touch Casey on your watch.

The man laughed, knocking your cap off your head with a swipe of his finger. "And what are you gonna do about it, Tiny Tim? Or should I say Tiny Tina?"

Without warning and, for once, without considering the consequences, you slammed your first into his groin as hard as you could which, considering you played softball, was pretty damn hard. It was a perk of your height that you were at the optimal angle to punch someone in the dick.

The man doubled over, coughing, and spilled the rest of his beer. "Fuckin' dykes," he muttered. He motioned to his friend, cupping his balls, and they sidled off. Probably looking for another section to harass women in.

You let out a shaky breath and turned to face Casey, your heart beating rapidly as the adrenaline faded and the nerves returned.

"Are you okay?" you asked, frantically looking her over, placing a gentle hand at the back of her head where the man had grabbed her.

You hardly noticed Casey watching you, biting her lip. You were too concerned with making sure she was safe and unharmed. As you rambled, checking her hands and neck and hair and face for any signs of hurt, Casey stared.

Finally, she interrupted you. "Y/N."

You stopped and made yourself meet her eyes.

"I think we should go." She looked at you pointedly.

You face fell. "Oh, love. I'm so sorry. We can go home if it'll make you feel better."

"No, that's not why."

A look of confusion crossed your face.

"We should go home because we have things to do."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't understand what you're saying, Casey."

She stepped closer, placing your hat back on your head and her arms on your shoulders. Her expression was self-satisfied as she leaned in, so close you could feel her breath, and whispered into your ear.

"Y/N," she breathed. "I need to do things. To you. Now."

"Oh," you said, the realization hitting you. "Oh my god. Okay."

You started gathering your things, then stopped and glanced at her. "From this? Really?"

"Y/N," she said, cheeks already flushed. "Don't make me wait. I'm gonna have a hard enough time making it home."

You tried to hide the mixture of shock and excitement on your face as you left the stadium, walking by the now abandoned concession stands and into the quiet parking lot.

"What's the alternative?" you asked her as you climbed into the driver's seat.

"What?"

"To making it home. You said you were gonna have a hard time making it home. But, like, where else would we–"

You were cut off by Casey's lips on yours, her breath hot and desperate as she grabbed your collar. She slid her tongue into your mouth, her teeth clacking against yours as she surged toward you, pushing for more.

When you separated, you both breathed heavily. Casey's face was flushed with lust. "If it were up to me," she said, leaning back in the seat. "I would've fucked you in the ballpark bathroom. I'd take you right here in the car. But I know that's not your style, so for the love of god..." Her eyes bored into you. "Drive."

Usually a slow driver, you made it back to Casey's apartment in record time. And, true to her word, Casey did have a hard time making it to the apartment, stopping at every chance she got–stoplights, outside the car door, in the elevator, the hallway–to kiss your neck, your mouth, undoing buttons of your Cardinals jersey as you went. Her hands slipped inside your shirt whenever you stopped for so much as a second.

When she finally got you into her bedroom, she was ravenous, tugging your clothes off and tossing them to the side with a singular focus. Her eyes were glazed and her face red as she struggled with your bra clasps.

"Fucking hell," she muttered, her fingers fumbling.

"Jesus, Casey," you said, reaching back to do them for her. "Calm down."

She groaned, letting her eyes rove over your now nude body, pushing you gently but forcefully on your back. She pecked you on the lips, then took your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasped, filled with both pain and pleasure. When she let you go, she was grinning.

"I'm gonna make you feel so..." She kissed your neck. "Fucking." Your collarbone. "Good." She lowered herself over you and pressed her mouth into yours, breathing you in, letting her tongue roam freely.

You moaned, arching your back. "Don't hold back on me now," she growled, leaving bite marks down your neck and across your chest. Usually quiet, you gave yourself permission to make some noise. After all, it drove Casey crazy.

"Fuck, Casey," you whined as she swirled her tongue across your nipples, first one and then the other, her hands pressing just above your hips. You writhed into her, squirming for more, your center already sopping wet.

"Tell me what you want," Casey said, trailing her tongue from your chest down to your stomach.

You struggled against her hands, pressing you into the bed. "Come on," you complained, nearly begging.

"Tell me," Casey said again, more forcefully, her fingers grazing over your clit.

You saw stars. "Fuck me."

Casey chuckled, her low voice vibrating against your already swollen clit. "That's my girl."

You gasped as she sucked your clit between her lips, swishing her tongue back and forth, back and forth. Her arms pinned your thighs in place, holding your writhing body tight. You heaved and moaned as you pushed Casey's head into your center. Her hair was soft and damp with sweat under your fingers, and you felt desperate for her as you chased your high.

She waited until you were nearly bursting, your breath hitching and your back arched against her, then pulled quickly away, wiping her mouth.

You gasped frantically. "What the fuck, Casey!?"

"Shh," she commanded, crawling back up your body and grabbing your chin. She straddled your hips, her own soaked center resting over yours.

"Casey, please," you begged, your eyes fluttering shut, the need of her flooding you.

"Don't close your eyes, honey. Look at me."

You huffed but opened your eyes, staring defiantly into hers, green and hungry and lustful.

She held your face still with one hand, then crept back down your body with the other. You let out a moan, squirming.

"Now arch your back for me," she said, the heel of her palm pressing hard into your clit.

Your body nearly exploded with the sensation, and you thrust into her with everything you had. You grabbed at Casey, pulling her into you, elated to know that she was using you, too, unable to put off her own pleasure any longer.

Your breath came faster and faster, your body jerking into Casey as Casey thrust toward you. You watched each other, both on the brink of losing control. Casey moaned, shutting her eyes briefly before squeezing your chin and staring at you.

"Now," she said.

And that one word was all it took. Your body shook against Casey's, your hips riding into her again and again, desperate for the friction as you moaned. She did the same, her nails digging into the skin at the top of your throat as she rode out her own orgasm. It felt like the two of you were hurtling across space, starbursts and supernovas and whole galaxies flashing inside you as you held onto one another. You quivered against her as the fireworks dissipated, spent and sweaty and heaving.

Casey grinned and planted kisses across your collarbone, counting. "One. Two. Three..."

You laughed and groaned. "Casey," you protested.

She'd discovered early on that, if she timed it right, she could make you come indefinitely. The only thing that stopped her was you getting overstimulated.

"Twenty-two," she finished and, once again, pressed the heel of her hand into your clit, harder and harder until she had you ready again, your hands grasping the bedsheets.

Your orgasm washed over you again, like a wave this time, pouring over you from head to toe.

Casey started in again, this time with her lips at the back of your knees. "One. Two..."

By the fifth round, you were nearly delirious, and Casey was salivating.

"Casey," you groaned, your body still pressing into her hand, almost against your will. "It's too much."

"Come on, sweetheart," she said, kissing you roughly. "Give me one more."

She continued grinding her hand into you, meshing her lips with yours, her tongue roving. Your breath caught and you moaned into her mouth, your orgasm taking you over one final, quaking time.

Casey cradled your head in the crook of her arm as you continued to shake, finally letting you relax.

"Thank you," she whispered, peppering your face with kisses.

You scrunched your nose. "For what? Letting you beat your record?"

"Well, that, too." She chuckled, deep and throaty, then brushed your sweaty bangs out of your face. "For protecting me. From that asshole."

You turned to her and tucked her hair behind her ear, running your thumb across her eyebrow.

"I would die before I let someone hurt you." Your voice was so quiet that, had anyone else been in the room, even they wouldn't have been able to hear. But you did. And Casey did.

She looked at you for a moment, then leaned down and kissed your forehead, hard and purposeful.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."

You lost yourself in her arms for a bit as she ran a hand absentmindedly through your hair.

"We should go to more baseball games," Casey mused after a while.

You laughed. "Only if there's no relish involved."

"Deal."

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Heavy Hearts Ch 6

Casey Novak x reader Warnings: language, that's about it. it's pure fluff. and an un-named guest star. If you're reading this, please let me know. even if it's on anon, because i feel like no one is...like im still gonna keep working on it,but like a girl could use some motivation lol

The next four months seemed to absolutely fly by, it felt like you and Casey had just returned from New York after Christmas yet you were already hunkered down studying for end of term exams. At the very least, you were thankful for the warming weather, able to spend more time outside, wandering across campus and through the city streets exploring more each day hand in hand. You also certainly weren’t complaining about getting to watch Casey play baseball once a week, happily cheering her on from the stands with your friends. Friends who were incredibly supportive and happy that the two of you had finally gotten together but would also constantly tease you over just how gross your love was (playfully and in good nature of course).

Studying sessions moved from your dorm or the library out to the quad, taking full advantage of the sunshine until it sank in the horizon. The longer days, the upcoming summer break had people in a lighter mood (even with exams coming up), laughter and smiles were prevalent everywhere, or at least it felt like it. Maybe it was just what you and Casey were feeling surrounded by your happy little cloud of love, one that grew larger and stronger with each day that passed. She was always so caring and soft with you, if you were struggling with an assignment or concept, she’d remind you to take a break, she knew just how overloaded your brain could get and knew just what to do to fix it. She would always bring treats to study sessions, making sure that she had your favourites for the extra hard days, and each weekend the two of you would celebrate with a nice dinner and lavish bottle of wine, cheers-ing to being one week closer to finishing the year.

When Casey was frustrated or getting stressed, you knew that you needed to get her to put the books down, change into some gym clothes and get her out of the dorm. You absolutely hated running, but you’d do it for her and had to admit, it did help clear your head. You’d sneak her into the batting cage, sitting in silence while you watched her, the bat cracking against the ball as she never missed a hit. If she refused either of those you simply shut her book, tugged her head into your lap and would turn on the tv, gently playing with her hair, scratching at her head until she was relaxed and calmed down. The two of you barely needed words to communicate at this point, it was more than easy enough to read each other and that just solidified everything even more.

Before you even knew it you were packing up your dorm rooms, setting stuff into storage and bringing what you needed over to New York.

You were so thankful and thrilled for the two weeks of exploring New York with Casey before you’d begun your internship. Summer in the city was a whole different ballgame than over Christmas. You spent as much time as possible outside, enjoying the warmth and sunshine, wandering through parks, walking along the river, getting as many snacks as possible from Little Eataly. Things were absolutely perfect and there was no doubting that both of you could very easily see this being your future.

Casey had taken you out for ice cream at one of her favourite spots, a mom and pop place tucked into a residential corner of the Upper West Side. It’d been raining the previous couple of days so you chose to explore the streets while eating rather than stay inside any longer. You had your arm linked with Casey’s, once your ice cream was finished you tossed it into a trashcan, your hand slipping into hers and she let out a happy hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You wandered up and down a couple of streets lined with brownstones and happy family homes complete with large yards, open windows with laughter flowing from them, everything seeming very welcoming and open.

“I wanna live here.” You murmured, eyes lingering on one of the houses and Casey chuckled.

“You sure you don’t want a penthouse on the upper east side?”

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed, prodding her in the ribs and she winced away from you, “yeah I’m sure.” You laughed softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek, “sure, they’re gorgeous but they’re like, too pristine, they don’t feel lived in. I feel like I’d constantly be cold in one. But these…” you gestured to the houses as the two of you continued to walk, “they feel more like home.”

“Well…” Casey stalled in her steps, turning you toward one of the brownstones, “this one’s an open house today.” She raised a brow in your direction and you giggled.

“Why? I mean, we’ve still got another two years before we’re done school.”

“So?” She shrugged, “doesn’t hurt to look.”

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed once again, following her up the sidewalk.

You were greeted by a real estate agent in the entry way who gave you the rundown, a brochure and a business card before you made your way deeper into the house. The entry way lead directly into a hallway with a large staircase heading upstairs on the right hand side. An office or sitting room sat off to the right and through a large archway on the left was the living room, more than enough space for a family to play games, have movie nights or finish up work. The dining room was semi connected, a large table, China cabinet and bar cart currently taking up the space, through a smaller archway was the kitchen. Spacious, new appliances and clearly renovated.

“Look at that yard.” You muttered and Casey wrapped around your back, pressing a kiss to the crook of you neck.

“You thinking dogs or kids?” She asked and your head tilted as you turned back to her.

“I… not sure.” You laughed softly, pausing to steal a kiss, “I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Kids I mean, because obviously yes to at least one dog.”

“Good.” She laughed, “you… don’t want to be a mom?”

“Considering the relationship with my own mother I guess I figured I’d suck at it.” You shrugged, “a dog is good enough for me, especially with the careers we both want. It’s not a deal breaker or anything but I’m leaning towards no.”

“For what it’s worth I think you’d make an exceptional mother.” Casey’s hand caressed at your cheek softly before she leant in to kiss you and your cheeks flushed.

“Well if we have a yard like this you’re the one teaching them baseball.”

“Them!?” She exclaimed, a teasing grin on her lips, “now there’s multiples?!”

“The dog needs to learn too.” You replied with a laugh, a glimmer in your eyes as you playfully shoved at her arm, “relax Case, it’s not like you can accidentally knock me up. Jobs, house,” you ticked them off on your fingers as you went, “then we re-route back to this when we’re settled and established bad asses.”

“Sounds perfect.” She kissed the tip of your nose, “but my leading question is; is there a limit on how many dogs?” She asked with a laugh, pulling another one from you.

Two weeks later and you were deep into your internship at a defence firm in Manhattan. You didn’t know much about anyone, just that the boss knew your dad, and you were trying to avoid everyone knowing that, keeping your head down and doing you work. So far it was running for coffee, lunch, or menial paperwork and honestly? You didn’t mind it at all. You had just enough time to slowly finish what you were doing while also keeping your ears and eyes open to see just how the legal world actually worked, able to pick up on what kind of things would help you through your next two years at school and in the real world once you’d passed the bar. You were always the willing one to take subpoenas, motions or suppressions over to the courthouse or DA’s office, knowing the field trip would likely give you more of an insight into an actual courtroom. And you were always thankful for the afternoons one of the higher ups would let you off a bit early, wanting a third set of eyes in the courtroom to take notes, watch their arguments and the like. It gave you the tiniest bit of leg up to know what kind of things to prepare for in a courtroom in the future, both on the exciting side and the reality of how boring it could get some days.

It was getting a little later in the day, you had been wrapping up a couple of lose ends on one of the attorney’s paperwork at your desk when you heard the sound of heels on the linoleum.

“Oh thank god one of you is still here.” The woman’s voice broke through the silence and you glanced up with a small smile. You couldn’t quite remember her name, you just remembered someone mentioning she was one of the newer attorneys with the firm, though just by the way she dressed and carried herself you knew she had the confidence and competency to run circles around some of the older ones.

“What can I help with?”

“Can you run these over to the Brooklyn DA? Office two eighty seven.” She pulled out a couple of files, gently dropping them down onto your desk.

“Brooklyn? Oh…” you trailed off, shaking your mouse to wake up your computer screen and the older woman chuckled.

“Darling, I know it may seem like you’ll burst into flames if you step out of Manhattan, but I assure you, you won’t.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “no, I just… I’m not from the city, I’m just here for summer. I’ll just have to search the subway route.”

“Oh sweetheart.” She chuckled, “fuck the subway. Give me five minutes, I’ve got a service. I’ll have a car waiting for you and let them know to take you home afterwards.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” She practically smirked, her eyes flicking down your body quickly, “I recognize designer when I see it, can’t have Manolo’s slumming it on the subway now, can we?”

She shot you a wink and a grin before swiftly vanishing from the office and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. At least you fashion sense wasn’t getting wasted this summer, she definitely had good taste that was for sure. Since the firm was basically empty you checked in with the head to confirm that this would be your last task of the day and were relieved when it was, collecting your stuff and finding the car waiting on the curb.

The trip over to Brooklyn turned out to be relatively uneventful, the DA’s building over there nearly as organized as Manhattan’s. You chatted with the lawyer’s assistant for a bit, a combination of gossip and getting to know as many people in the city as possible before you finally dropped off the documents for him and jumped back into the car, spieling off Casey’s address to the driver.

Casey was coming back from a last minute bodega trip, about halfway up the sidewalk when the town car pulled up to the curb. She paused, glancing back to it and somehow was a little unsurprised when you stepped out of it, moving toward her.

“Well look at you embracing the rich defence attorney life style.” She teased.

“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smacking her arm when you got close enough to reach her. Her laugh still echoing on her lips she leant in, kissing you gently in greeting.

“I’m sure you’ll be invited to all the summer yacht parties in no time.”

“Stop.” You said in half seriousness, halfway up the steps before you stalled, turning back to her, “actually, I’m pretty sure I have heard something about her having a yacht.”

“Her?” Casey raised a brow, saying a quick thank you when you grabbed the shopping out of her hands so she could unlock the front door, letting both of you into the house.

“Can’t remember her name.” You replied with a huff, kicking off your shoes and tugging at your blazer, dropping your bag on the table in the entry, “clearly rich, she’s not that much older than us, like, less than ten years probably?”

“What does she practice?”

“Criminal defense. She’s the newest at the firm but according to the rumour circuit she transferred from prosecution.”

“And now she’s offering you rides home? Should I be jealous?” She said with a grin, clearing teasing and you rolled your eyes again, following her into the kitchen.

“No.” You scoffed, “she sent me out to Brooklyn for something and when I said I hadn’t left Manhattan yet she offered the car to make sure I didn’t get lost.”

Casey barked out a huge laugh at that, the corners of her eyes crinkling and you shot her a playful scowl. She simply leant in, kissing your cheek gently,

“I’m glad you’ve found your people then. And we’ll take you on a little subway tour this weekend to make sure you know your way around. That way I won’t need to play tour guide all next summer if you don’t keep up with your fancy new defence friends.”

“I lowkey hate you right now.” You let out a sigh, “dinner here or did you have plans?”

“Dad wanted to barbeque.” She nodded toward the kitchen facing the backyard and you could see that her parents were set up out there already, she picked up the bodega bag “just sent me out for reinforcements.”

“Sounds delicious. I’m gonna go change.” You kissed her quickly before jogging up the stairs to strip out of your skirt suit, opting for some much more comfortable and more summer appropriate.

Returning back downstairs you swiped a couple of ciders from the fridge, not bothering with shoes as you wandered down the back steps into the yard, greeting the Novak’s with a bright smile. Casey stole one of the ciders from you, cracking it while you dropped down onto the patio furniture beside her, her hand instantly finding its home on the bare skin of your thigh under the table.

“Heard you had a nice little tour of Brooklyn.” Grace greeted with a smile and you rolled your eyes, swatting in Casey’s direction.

“Yup.”

“Thoughts?”

“Looked nice.”

“We can explore more this weekend.” Casey assured you with a soft squeeze to your thigh, “hit up the hot spots.”

“Y/N, what kind of cheese do you want on yours?” Benjamin asked from the grill, “we’ve got American, marble or Swiss.”

“Marble please.”

After adding the preferred burger toppings he shut the grill momentarily to help the cheese melt and Grace pulled the tinfoil off the tops of other plates and bowls. Revealing a fresh garden salad, grilled corn on the cob, and jacket potatoes with a plethora of toppings and dressings to go with it. The go ahead was heard to start plating things up and a moment later Ben was placing the appropriate burgers down onto the appropriate buns.

“You are enjoying the internship though, right?” He asked as he took his seat and you nodded.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s experience in the field I’m going to be working in so no matter what it’s a benefit, right?”

“Do you think you’ll do it again next summer? Or go back to DC?” Grace asked and you did your best not to snort.

“I might do it again, a few of the lawyers are really good and decently nice and there’s no way I’m going back to DC unless I absolutely have to.”

“Well you’ll always have a place to stay when you’re in the city.” She said with a soft smile.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to intrude…”

“Are you kidding?” Casey asked with a laugh, “I’ve basically already told them you’re coming for Christmas again next year, the list of things to do is already started.”

“Really?” You looked toward her with widened eyes, watching the way hers sparkled in the sun as she grinned back at you.

“You seriously think I wouldn’t want to spend another holiday with you?” She asked and you blushed, ducking your gaze as she squeezed at your arm.

“That internship isn’t going to collide with the Hampton’s trip is it?” Benjamin asked and you shook you head.

“I double checked the dates Casey gave me before I accepted, made sure to get some wiggle room in there, plus I wanted a couple of weeks between it and going back to school, give my brain a break.”

“Do your parents expect to see you before the semester starts?” Grace asked.

“I mean they’d like me to make an appearance but everything I need is either with me here or in storage in Cambridge so there’s no need. They’re generally okay with me having the freedom.” You shrugged, “as long as I’m behaving, they don’t really care.”

“Well their loss is our gain.” Ben smiled across the table at you and you genuinely felt your heart warm.

Whether you had been romantically involved with Casey or not, you knew that the Novak’s would have gratefully accepted you into their home. It didn’t matter if that was for the week over Christmas, the three months over summer or whenever you needed a friendly, safe space to stay, their door would always be open. As you glanced around the table that evening, the sun finally starting to dip toward the horizon, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, and you couldn’t wait for what your future with Casey held. You gave her hand a slightly tighter squeeze on the table top and she looked to you with nothing but pure love and adoration in her eyes, knowing exactly what you were saying without having to actually say it.

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daddydoddsjr · 1 year

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If you made a scale of Law and Order (and/or SVU) lawyers based on "most to least likely to get jealous" what would it look like?

Pairings || SVU lawyers x GN!Reader

Warnings || Jealousy ofc, anger, mentions of NSFW

Authors Note || just doing some SVU characters in order of least to most likely— this post kept glitching so hopefully when i post it posts normal?

6. Peter Stone

I feel like he wouldn’t care

But in a ‘I know I’m amazing and I have no reason to be jealous’

Just cocky

5. Alex Cabot

Not cocky, but still doesn’t get jealous

Doesn’t have much a reason to

And doesn’t want to waste time being jealous

She trusts that nothing will happen anyways

4. Casey Novak

Feels the hits of jealously/anger but doesn’t react much at first

But if something makes her jealous, she’s good at voicing it outright

And she’s blunt about it so you know exactly how she feels

3. Rafael Barba

Silent jealous type— but easily jealous nonetheless

Another man even tries to check you out or flirt with you?

He’s immediately jealous and protectively holding your hip tightly

Might let out some of his jealousy frustrations during sex

2. Sonny Carisi

Sonny is definitely a bit more jealous than he lets on

Someone is flirting with his person?

Absolutely seething on the inside, normal on the outside

Definitely has a hand on you somewhere (your thigh, lower back, hand, etc)

1. Rita Calhoun

Vocal about it and you can tell how completely angry jealousy makes her

Very protective of you and jealously comes easily

Fights sometimes happen due to this, but she’s not necessarily mad at you, just made at who made her jealous

Jealous sex jealous sex jealous sex

i love rita calhoun so much and i need more sapphic fics with her

#rita calhoun #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #law and order fanfic #law and order #law and order svu #svu #casey novak #casey novak x reader #peter stone #peter stone x reader #rita calhoun x reader

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safficranger · 18 days

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Your League

Pairing: Alexandra Cabot / Casey Novak

Adrenaline surged through her veins, clouding her senses and making the world around her blur. In that moment, there was only them, and she prayed it would never end.

Hot lips whispered seductively with a husky, desire-filled voice, planting soft kisses along her neck that sent shivers down her spine.

Skilled hands explored her body, disappearing under her blazer and causing her breath to hitch. While one hand settled on her hip, the other slowly found its way upward, tracing along the buttons of her blouse. A deep sigh rose within her, clearly giving away the effect these touches had.

Her back pressed against the rough wall, the warm body of the other woman pressed against hers with tempting clarity. There was very little room to breathe; she was trapped, yet she hadn't felt this free in a long time.

"Alex, what are you saying?" Casey asked when she pulled away a few inches.

Startled, Alex opened her eyes. She hadn't been aware she had said something.

"Look at us," she whispered breathlessly. "I feel like a teenager making out behind the school building. I can’t resist you and I think I haven’t felt this good in a long time."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I wasn't sure if you wanted it too."

"I wasn't aware of how much I wanted it, Casey."

Instead of a response, the redhead kissed her again. It was so warm and inviting that she couldn't resist. The kiss stirred feelings within her that she thought she had lost. Her heart pounded wildly, and she was sure Casey could feel it.

Only the need for oxygen made them pause once more.

"Why did you follow me outside?" she asked softly.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"This place feels suffocating tonight. So many people. I just needed to step out for some fresh air."

"Seems like Mr. Overly White Teeth over there had the same idea," Casey responded, nodding towards a man who stood a few meters away eying them sceptically. “He followed you outside.”

Alex hadn't noticed him until that moment. When they both looked in his direction, he quickly retreated back into the bar.

"Jealous?" the blonde asked, turning to her partner with a grin.

"Jealous? Not of someone like him," Casey snorted. "He doesn't even come close to your league. I know it, you know it, and he knows it.” She chuckled “But I guess after a few drinks, he conveniently forgot"

"My league, huh?" Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Your league," Casey confirmed. After a brief pause, she added, "I just wasn't sure which team you were playing for."

Alex looked at her for a long moment, getting lost in the warm green eyes that radiated so much love. How many times had Casey looked at her like that before, and yet she had never truly understood its depth until now.

"Your team, Casey," she whispered, leaning in to capture the other woman's lips with a kiss. Before she could deepen it, the redhead interrupted, gently stroking her lower lip with her thumb.

"As tempting as it is, we can't stay here," she said softly.

Alex nodded, reluctantly pulling away.

"I don't want it to end," she admitted.

"It doesn't have to, Alex," Casey reassured her. "But this isn't the right place."

Alex nodded again.

“The others will soon wonder where we`ve disappeared. You know how they are. And as happy I am to finally have you in my arms I am not quite ready to share this moment with the Squad”

They fell into a comfortable silence and Alex played with the collar of Casey's blouse, lost in thought. Her fingers trailed along the soft fabric, occasionally grazing the skin beneath. She couldn't help but smile as she noticed the goosebumps her touch elicited, a silent confirmation of the effect she had on Casey.

"Alex…" Desire resonated in the other woman's voice.

"Come home with me tonight." The blonde whispered, trying to suppress the insecurity inside her. The fear of rejection ran deep.

Casey locked eyes with her.

"Is this what you really want?" she asked, having to make sure she didn`t move to quick.

"I don't want it to end." She repeated and Casey understood.

"Let's go back inside, Alex. The night is still young," she suggested, brushing a strand of blonde hair aside. Leaning in close, she whispered seductively, "I promise you won't have to go home alone."

After one more tender kiss, Casey took Alex's hand and guided her back into the pub.

#casey novak #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #calex #svu #law and order svu #fanfiction #fanfic #ff

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youdoknowwhotfiam · 1 month

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MASTERLIST(requests open)

Free Palestine

Fluff,Angst,Smut,Dark

Rhea ripley

- Birthday surprise

-Mornings together

Olivia Benson

-Close to home

-Unexpected find

Alex Cabot

- Bad day, Bad reaction

I write for everything except

-r@pe

-domestic violence (extreme)

- any race kink (like anti-black, anti-arab or literally any kind of race you can think of (including white cuz idk why but ive seen alot of anti white fics)

-anything underage (including ageplay)

I will probably add to this but this is what i can think for for now.

#masterlist #olivia benson x reader #elliot stabler x reader #casey novak x reader #caitvi x reader #ellie x reader #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley fanfic #olivia benson x you #olivia #olivia benson #elliot stabler #andy barber x reader

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electrictoes · 1 year

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The SVU Summer Hiatus Bingo 2023 starts on Friday 19th May and ends on the date of the season 25 premiere - Thursday 18th January.

Anyone who wants to participate can, any character, any ship - completely open and up to you. It’s supposed to be fun, and there’s absolutely no pressure - complete the whole grid, complete a line or two for bingo, or just select scattered prompts that inspire you! The DUN DUN square is a free square.

If the prompts inspire any non-fic content then that’s fine too! Tag SVU Summer Bingo on tumblr, and for those posting to AO3 the collection is here.

#svu fic #svu #law and order svu #svu fanfiction #svu fanfic #svu summer bingo #svu summer hiatus bingo #sonny carisi #amanda rollins #olivia benson #elliot stabler #fin tutuola #joe velasco #grace muncy #rafael barba #kat tamin #alex cabot #casey novak #john munch

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jordanstark007 · 4 days

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Calex (Casey Novak and Alex Cabot) Headcanon

So Casey’s a catholic which means that she’s probably been lectured about having a Husband and large family at some point in her life.

So imagine this she meets a Liberal Alex Cabot who’s an only child and never imagined herself having kids or getting married because she is married to her job and lives a very expensive lifestyle not fit for kids and they just click.

And along the way they both realise that marriage and kids is something they want with each other but neither want to carry a baby, because 9 months as a walking incubator isn’t appealing, so obviously adoption crops up in conversation.

After five years of being foster parents they end up with and army of Cabot-Novak kids, and obviously some of them go into law, others into politics but their eldest daughter decides she wants to be a cop.

Alec Cabot-Novak becomes a Detective at aged 21 becoming one of the best in the force very quickly. She’s transfers over to SVU a year or two into being a Detective and Captain Benson thanks God every day for the fact that Casey Novak and Alex Cabot were ADA’s instead of Detectives.

Donald Cregan also laughs at Liv’s pain dealing with a Cowboy Detective with anger issues who’s much too intelligent for her own good.

#alex cabot #law and order svu #casey novak #law and order special victims unit #svu #l&o svu #headcanon #calex #adoption au #someone needs to write a fanfic like this

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 2 months

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First Time

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Graphic sex, oral, fingering, language. Word count: 3,286

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest by the time the two of you made it through Casey's apartment door. You didn't even have time to look around, barely noticing the stacks of manila folders scattered around the apartment.

Casey let the door slam shut behind you, then pushed you up against it, somehow gentle and rough at the same time. She reached past your waist to lock the door, kissing you deeper than you'd ever been kissed in your life. You felt nearly drunk as Casey's tongue slid into your mouth, her breath hot and desperate. You gasped as her hands slipped under your shirt and trailed up and down the bare skin of your back. You were all too aware of the rapid beating of her heart, the way the buckle at her waist pressed into you.

When she moved from your mouth down to your neck, you felt your legs grow weak. When she sank her teeth into your pulse point, you let out a moan. You felt her grin against your skin, then run her tongue up your neck and back to your mouth. She pulled away and looked at you with a smug expression.

"You want to go to bed?" she asked, drawing circles on your waist with her thumb.

"What?" you exclaimed, a confused look on your face. "No, I don't want to go to bed. I thought we were gonna have sex!?"

Casey laughed and kissed the side of your head, dragging you back to the bedroom. "Go to bed as in have sex, you idiot."

"Oh," you replied, following her eagerly. "Then yes."

Casey's room was spare, but nice. Each piece had been chosen with care, and none of it was cheap. Now that you were here, in her space, in her bedroom, the nerves started to kick in. Casey was already unbuttoning her shirt, throwing it off to reveal a simple black bra and more skin than you'd ever seen. Pants followed. You forgot how to breathe for a moment, but when she moved to lift your own shirt over your head, you found your voice.

"Wait, wait, wait," you said, pulling away.

"You okay?" Casey asked, concerned.

"I, uh... I've never–" You didn't quite know how to say it, afraid it would bring your evening to a screeching halt. "I'm a virgin," you finished, avoiding Casey's eyes.

"Okay," Casey replied, matter-of-factly. When she didn't say anything else, you glanced at her. If anything, she just looked impatient.

"Is that... okay?" you asked, shaking your hands at your sides–an anxious stim.

Casey grabbed one of your hands and pressed it flat between hers, massaging the anxiety out of it. "Mmhm," she confirmed, taking your other hand and repeating the process. "Perfectly fine. More than fine. Let's just lay down some rules first so you feel safe."

"Okay," you agreed, a little less nervous than before.

Casey sat cross-legged on the bed and patted the spot next to her. You joined her, feeling more and more comfortable, like this was a sexy sleepover. Casey's fingers tracing up and down your forearm didn't hurt either.

"Since it's your first time, I'm not gonna get too crazy," she said.

"Thanks, I think?" you replied, your eyebrows scrunched.

"Don't worry. There'll be plenty of time for crazy later." She winked at you. "But I need to know, is there anything you don't want to do or that you don't want me to do?"

You squirmed and avoided her eyes.

"Hey," she said, grabbing your knees and pulling you closer. "I need to know. I won't be upset. I promise I can work with whatever you need. I can even pull references if you want."

You laughed quickly, then blushed and squeezed your eyes shut. "I don't want anything inside me," you confessed, embarrassed.

"Anything at all?"

You shook your head, your hands starting to shake again. Casey took them and held them still in her own.

"Fingers?"

You were beet red as you shook your head.

"Tongue?"

Another shake of the head.

Casey's face was scrunched, like she was concentrating very hard. "Noted."

"Is that gonna mess things up?" you asked quietly.

"God, no," Casey said, smiling at you and trying to get you out of your head. "You know where the clit is, right?"

You coughed and nodded: "Uh-huh."

"Then you should know I won't have any problems."

"You're pretty cocky," you observed, still avoiding her eyes. You were embarrassed by how turned on you already were. You were still embarrassed to be wanting sex at all. Call it a remnant of the church culture you'd grown up in or a product of being slightly on the asexual spectrum, but it felt illicit. And Casey was so... comfortable.

"Don't worry," she bragged. "You'll find out why."

"What about you?" you asked, doing your best to meet her eyes.

"What about me?"

"Is there anything you want me to do?" You desperately hoped she wouldn't ask for something you didn't know about. You were nervous enough as it was.

Casey looked at you intently, a smile creeping at the corner of her mouth. "I want you," she started, her fingers carefully lifting your shirt up and over your head and shimmying you out of your pants, "to do whatever I tell you to do." She unhooked her bra and threw it aside, now clad in nothing but her underwear. "Got it?"

You wiped actual drool off your mouth and nodded vigorously.

"Now lay down," Casey commanded.

You were more than happy to oblige. Casey straddled your lap and leaned down to kiss you deeply, pressing her body against yours. Your heart beat wildly as she swirled her tongue into your mouth, grinding her hips into you. She bit your lip and you let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a cry. She smiled as she moved her way down your throat, then across your collarbone, alternating kisses and bite marks in no particular pattern, so that every time her teeth took you by surprise.

Your hands lay limply at your side. You felt like you should touch her, you wanted to touch her, but you didn't know how. It still felt like you'd be caught, like Casey would suddenly decide she didn't want you touching her and you would be ashamed of yourself.

"Hey," Casey said, low against your chest, as if she'd read your mind. "You're allowed to touch me, you know."

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Y/N," she said, kneading your breasts in her hands, "I'm literally using your tits as a sandwich for my face. Just fucking touch me."

You gingerly rested your hands at the small of her back, taken aback by the feeling of her hips pushing into you again and again.

"Holy shit, Case," you breathed, gasping for air as her tongue circled first one nipple and then the next. She let one go with a pop and looked up at you.

"I'm just getting started," she said, smirking. Casey kissed her way down your body. She took her time at your chest, relishing the way your back arched to meet her. She ended at your inner thighs, planting kisses closer and closer to your center.

You were shaking. You had never felt less in control in your life, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You ready?" Casey asked, breath hot against your folds.

You nodded, running a hand through her red hair. She looked up at you, and you pushed a loose strand out of her face.

"I need a verbal yes."

"Yes," you nearly begged. "God, yes."

If you'd been having a good time before, you were out of your mind now as Casey licked her way through your folds and pressed the flat of her tongue against your clit.

"Holy shit," you exclaimed, groaning as your hips bucked involuntarily. "Oh my god, Case." She didn't look up, too focused on her work. But she reached out to place a hand on your heaving chest and you grabbed it and didn't let go.

You had masturbated before. You had orgasmed. But it was not like this. The others had been like a sparkler. This was the Fourth of July. Your whole body tingled and heaved and surged toward climax, and you were riding it like a sailboat on the ocean.

You didn't notice your hand on the back of Casey's head, pushing her harder and harder into your throbbing clit. You didn't notice your hips bucking faster and faster, your vulva wet and swollen and shivering. But Casey sure did. She let out a low moan, her voice vibrating against you as she continued to lick.

You felt yourself climbing up and up and up, your breath hitching, your body clenching, preparing for release. You squirmed against Casey, chasing the high you could feel was so, so close.

Casey felt it, too. She wrapped her arms around your legs to hold you steady, pressing harder and faster with her tongue. "That's it sweetheart," she said, vibrating into you. "Come for me."

That was all you needed. Your pleasure washed over you in waves, and you held onto Casey's head and hand for dear life. Your breath came in gasps and left in moans as you rode out your high, Casey's mouth guiding you through it. She lapped and lapped as your orgasm dissipated, making sure she didn't miss one single bit.

When you finally came down, shaky and trembling, you noticed the mess of Casey's hair and the marks your fingernails had left on her hand. You started to apologize, but you were met with Casey's lips against yours, your head held gently in her hands.

"You did so good," she said breathlessly, burying your neck and face in kisses. "Such..." She kissed your eyelids. "A good..." Your forehead. "Girl," she finished, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on her tongue and it drove you wild.

"How do you feel?" she asked, laying down beside you and running a hand through your hair.

"So fucking good. God, Casey," you said, turning to face her. "I get the hype now."

She laughed, low and sweet. "Well, I'm honored to show you the ropes."

You looked at her and bit your cheek.

"What?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Can there be more ropes tonight?"

Casey's eyes lit up. "There can always be more ropes."

You sat up, brows furrowed, studying Casey.

She chuckled and ran a finger over your eyebrows. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," you said, leaning over her, "that I want to do you now."

Casey bit her lip and scanned your body. "Oh, fuck."

"Good oh, fuck or bad oh, fuck?"

"Good, so good," Casey said, pulling you down for a kiss.

"I don't know what I'm doing though, so you'll have to tell me what to do."

Casey snapped up and threw a pillow to. the floor. She pointed to it and said, "On your knees."

You rolled out of bed and did as you were told, placing the pillow under your knees and situating yourself on the floor in front of the bed. Casey sidled up to the edge and let her legs hang off so that you were positioned right in between them. She ran a hand through your hair, her face flushed.

"Fuck, you look pretty like that," she said, breathing in sharply.

"Now what?" you asked.

"Just start with what feels right," Casey said, holding your face in her hands. "I'll help."

"Got it," you said, then shrugged and gave her a thumbs up, which made her giggle. You loved her laugh.

You put your hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. You kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose. You kissed the space under her chin, the place where her neck met her collarbone, the soft rise of her breasts. Your stomach fluttered as Casey continued to run her hands through your hair, making small noises of pleasure as you made your way down her body.

You kissed her hips, her legs, the backs of her knees, and when you made your way to the inside of her thighs, you found her underwear soaked through, her hips already pushing toward you.

You stared at the underwear. You knew what was next, but you were afraid to start, afraid you'd do it wrong. This was foreign territory, an alien landscape. You wished you'd read an instruction manual.

Casey stifled a laugh and you looked up at her. "What?" you said, only a little terse.

She burst out laughing. "You just look like you're trying to solve a puzzle!"

"Well, it kind of is!" you cried defensively.

"It's okay if you're not ready," she said, running her thumb across your jawline.

"No," you replied, frustrated. "I'm emotionally ready, I just... feel like I should've taken a class or something."

She giggled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Look, there's no pressure, okay? You don't have to be good at it. I got you off. That's the best part for me. This is all just a really, really nice bonus. It's just for fun."

"Just for fun," you repeated, exhaling. You started your ministrations again, moving your way up and down her body until you were sure she was ready again.

Staring at her underwear, you took a deep breath and pulled them down. Casey groaned and unknowingly pushed your head toward her center. Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun, you repeated before diving in, tongue first.

But once you were in, god, you never wanted to leave. It wasn't so much the taste, thought it was intoxicating to know that you were tasting her. It wasn't the landscape of it, though you did very much enjoy exploring every corner. It was the way that your every move, every breath, elicited a response from Casey. It was knowing that when she pushed her hips into you, you brought her to it. That when she moaned, it was you drawing it out of her.

You were only briefly interrupted in your successful exploration by Casey saying, "I want you inside me."

"What?" you said, emerging from her thighs, brought out of the moment.

"Oh my god, don't stop," she scolded, shoving your head back down.

"Sorry," you mumbled into her.

"Start with one finger," Casey explained. "I'll tell you when I want more."

Now that you'd conquered the scariest part, you had no hesitation with your hands. You carefully inserted a finger, and if you hadn't already been on your knees, you'd have been brought to them. The warmth of her, the rhythm, the pulse–it was like you were a part of her, really a part of her.

You moaned into her, slowly starting to pump your finger in and out. You were no anatomy expert, but you'd heard of the g-spot. At the very least, you knew there was a lot going on in there. Since Casey seemed to be enjoying herself, you decided to look around, so to speak. You used your finger–careful to keep a steady rhythm–to explore Casey. All the topography of her. You felt a particularly squishy spot and reached your finger back to press into it.

Casey nearly exploded, shoving your head into her and taking you by surprise. "Jesus, Y/N!" she cried. "More of that!"

You panicked a little. "More fingers or more of that spot!?"

"Both, both," she said. "Just keep going and don't stop!"

You wasted no time getting back to work, continuing the pattern of your tongue against her clit and matching it to the rhythm of your now two fingers, reaching back, back and curling into that spot that made Casey lose it.

Her breath came faster and faster, and you could tell she was losing control. Her hands grasped your hair desperately and her hips rose to meet your tongue with every single thrust of your fingers. You felt her body clench around you, pulsating wildly, and Casey clenched your hair so hard you thought she'd pull it out.

You felt her come before you heard her, the vibrations of her body sending you into a bliss you hadn't even known existed. Her legs shook around you, and you moved forward to support her so she wouldn't fall. She quivered around you, moaning as she ground her hips into you. You waited until she was completely spent before pulling out of her, kissing her thighs and licking her off your fingers.

She laid back on the bed, still breathing heavily, and looked up at you. "What are you doing? Come up here," she motioned. You stood, wobbly and more than a little wet, and climbed into the bed next to her, your stomach doing somersaults as she tangled her arms with yours and kissed you.

"Did I do okay?" you asked.

"Okay!?" She raised her eyebrows. "Either I'm a really good teacher or you're a really fast learner."

"Probably both," you said, grinning with pride.

"Probably," she agreed.

Casey traced the freckles on your shoulder and you drew circles on the back of her hand. You were quiet for a while, but eventually you looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at her. "So, uh, what's the protocol here?"

"The protocol?" she repeated. "This isn't a courtroom. There's no post-sex protocol."

"No, but..." You bit your lip.

"Spit it out," Casey said.

"I'm afraid I'll sound stupid."

"You've already sounded stupid at least five times today. What's one more?"

You glared at her briefly, then continued. "Well, I want to take a shower because I feel sweaty and sticky, and I don't like that. No offense or anything. I like it in the moment, just not... after. And I don't know the protocol! Do I take a shower here or at my house? Do you have an extra towel? I didn't bring a towel. Am I supposed to? Am I supposed to have travel soap? Do I sleep here or at home? If I don't go home, will it be awkward in the morning?"

By now, you were just spiraling, but you couldn't stop yourself. "What if you tell me I can stay and then I do because I want to spend more time with you, but really you were just being polite and you're tired of me. And then I do that every time, so you get really, really tired of me and want to break up? Or what if–"

"Jesus, Y/N," Casey said, planting a kiss on your lips to quiet you. "I want you to stay. And I think you know me well enough to know that I don't say things I don't mean."

"Promise?" you asked, twirling your fingers.

"Promise. Now for the other stuff..."

Casey pulled herself out of bed and you immediately missed her body next to yours. She walked to the closet, stark naked, and rummaged around. You hated yourself a little bit for it, but you couldn't keep your eyes off her ass. You were still reeling that she'd let you fuck her. And she'd enjoyed it.

"Are you staring at my ass?" she accused, smirking as she interrupted your reverie.

Your face flushed. "No..." you said, averting your eyes.

Casey threw a clean towel at you and draped another over her shoulder. "Come on. Let's clean you up."

You leapt off the bed and followed. After tonight, you'd follow her anywhere.

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serenasoutherlyns · 2 months

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simplicity and other myths -- chapter six

“Nothing about this is simple, Casey.” Tracey took a bite of salad.

cabenovak. explicit. ao3. chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five.

Casey woke up in an unfamiliar bed. It took a minute to figure out where she was, to remember the night before. She had dreamt of Olivia, and Alex, she was not well rested. Alex was fast asleep beside her. She looked peaceful like this, her features softened by sleep, not distressed the way Casey had often seen. She suddenly saw possibility in the woman beside her. She thought of the night before and Alex’s tearful eyes, of Alex at coffee with her slender fingers wrapped around her cup. Casey would like to know her better. She did not resent her relationship with Olivia. Olivia was just her friend, after all. Alex stirred and sniffled and fluttered open her eyes.

“Hey,” said Casey. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Alex whispered. “Sleep okay?”

“I did,” said Casey, lying.

“You wore me out,” said Alex.

“What can I say,” said Casey.

“Coffee?” Asked Alex. “I need it within ten minutes of waking up or I get nothing done all day.”

“Sure,” said Casey. Alex dragged herself out of bed and threw on some shorts and a tank top. She threw Casey a robe and headed for the kitchen.

“What do you think of me?” Asked Casey when she joined her. Alex froze for a second, processing.

“I like you, Casey,” said Alex, wavering only slightly. She left it at that.

“Likewise,” Casey replied.

“Great, glad we got that settled.” Alex pierced the coffee pod and pressed the start button.

“What did Olivia say to you?” Casey asked after a pause. She had to know what she was up against.

“She didn’t,” said Alex. She handed Casey the first cup and popped another pod in. “She froze up when I asked her what she wanted.”

“Ah,” said Casey. That was the kind of question she knew she should ask Olivia.

“So she must not want me,” said Alex. “Whatever. I’ve been rejected before.” Her words were hollow and Casey detected a bit of resentment.

“Well if she didn’t say she didn’t, I’m not sure you can assume that.”

“I asked her to choose me,” said Alex.

“I see,” said Casey. “Is that why I’m here? Are you taking me away from her?”

“No,” said Alex, “you’re commiserating.”

Casey put her coffee cup down. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?” She smiled, and placed her hand on Alex’s waist. She jumped slightly at her cold fingers.

“Or something,” said Alex, taking Casey’s other hand. She took a last sip of her coffee.

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Olivia stretched her arms above her head, which hurt. A dull ache filled her skull, and no amount of ibuprofen was doing the trick. She tried a hot bath to no avail. Casey could help, Olivia knew. She gave a great massage. But would it be worth it to call her?

The morning after the last night they had seen each other, Olivia felt a surge of panic in her chest. Simply sleeping beside Casey without sleeping with her felt too good, too right. Casey thought of her as a friend. And there was Alex, who she went to in the evening. Before anything could happen:

“When are you going to stop punishing me for the past?”

“What do we have in the present?”

“What do want? Do you even like me?”

“I’m drawn to you.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“You’re different, Alex.”

“Of course I’m different. You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You have no idea either.”

“Choose me.”

Alex had put it that bluntly. It was almost begging. Olivia saw the woman she loved all those years ago in it. The woman who left her. The woman who loved her. She didn’t respond, and when Alex gave up waiting and left, Olivia realized she couldn’t. Because she knew who she would choose. And she could really use a massage.

---

“Hey Liv,” Casey said quietly when she answered the door. Olivia looked like hell. She’d sounded pathetic on the phone, and Casey had rushed over, leaving Alex confused. “It’s bad, hm.” Olivia nodded. “Go get in bed, I’ll be right there.” Casey took off her boots and coat, then went to the bathroom and grabbed the mint lotion she knew Olivia loved.

She kissed Olivia on the forehead and told her to turn over. She started with her lower back, the moved her way upwards. Olivia’s occasional hisses of pain and sighs of relief filled the room. Casey felt her relax more and more by the second. She saw Olivia’s eyes start to droop, then close, and when she felt her breathing slow down and even out, she knew she was asleep. Casey didn’t get a good sleep anyway, so she laid down and closed her eyes too. When she woke up, it was almost five o’clock. The room was lit in pinks and oranges. They should eat something, and Casey slipped out of bed to survey the fridge. Finding nothing, she called for Indian food. When it arrived, she gently stroked Olivia’s arm until she opened her eyes.

“There’s chicken tikka masala.”

“Mmm,” said Olivia.

“Feel better?” Casey asked.

“Yes, thank you so much.”

“My privilege,” said Casey, and kissed her. Olivia felt her heart jump.

---

“So, what, you’re saying you’re sleeping with Casey now?” Said Serena, accusatorially.

“I have slept with her twice,” said Alex.

“And Olivia?”

“As much as said she hates my guts.”

“Come on, I doubt that.”

“It felt like it,” said Alex. “I can’t chase after her anymore,” she said.

“So you went for the next best thing?”

“Well, don’t you think she’s attractive?”

“Sure, but,”

“I don’t need you on my case, Ser.”

---

“Woof,” said Tracey Kibre, in response to Casey’s dilemma.

“I know,” said Casey.

“Weren’t Alex and Olivia a thing?”

“Yes,” said Casey, “a few times.”

“Well do you love either of them?”

“I,” said Casey, who didn’t expect that question, “I love Olivia. But it doesn’t matter. And I’m fond of Alex.”

“What are you talking about, it’s the only thing that matters.”

“We’re just friends,” said Casey, “we’ve been clear on that since the beginning. Alex isn’t my friend at all. It’s… simpler.”

“Nothing about this is simple, Casey.” Tracey took a bite of salad.

“Olivia and I have an arrangement. I can’t mess that up.”

Things change,” said Tracey. “People, too.”

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