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ihaveathingforwomen · 3 months ago

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Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 12 - Masterlist

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Alex & Casey are learning their new normal with the beginning of mock trial and the stress of Casey's final semester.

A/N: Soooooooooo I'm sorry for the disappearance. Had a really difficult time with a new job that didn't work out and the stress that came with it. But, things are leveling out now. I'm hopeful that I'll be keeping this wayyyyy more up to date than I have been. Thank you guys for being so encouraging and amazing, I absolutely ADORE hearing from all of you. You mean the world to me. <3

The following few days were filled with Casey adjusting to her new courses and preparing for the first mock trial meeting at the end of the week. They’d sent out emails practically twice a day with details about the upcoming meetings for the semester. Which wouldn’t have bothered Casey normally, but the constant bombardment caused everything to feel like it was starting to snowball. She’d been unable to see Alex most of the week because of how everything kept piling on, which made their tension continue to build. They’d see each other in passing, Alex making a point to see Casey whenever she could. Even though the interactions were just a quick kiss or a simple, “how was your day,” neither of them felt like the relationship waivered. If anything, it only made them crave each other more and more.

Friday finally came and Alex had a later start to her morning than she’d planned. She’d woken up, alone in her bed, after a delightful dream. She’d dreamt about Casey straddling her on the couch, her hands cupped around her face. Alex’s hands wandered over her body until one gripped her hip, the other slowly made its way between Casey’s thighs. Casey rocked her hips back and forth, moaning into Alex’s mouth. Frustrated, their moans melted away into her last alarm of the morning. When she glanced at the time, she weighed the options in her mind and ultimately decided she could squeeze in a quick masturbation, finishing the dream and herself. Naturally, this led to her running late.

Her lateness, unfortunately, also led to her missing Casey before class. She made it to her first class with minutes to spare, her mind still clouded by the thoughts of Casey. In an attempt to spend longer in her mind, she made a point to have her classes engage in more discussions and coursework that did not necessarily require her attention. This worked for all of her classes, but trying to keep herself busy through her break was rough. Of course there was work to be done, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Focus was beyond her capabilities for the time being as she started task after task with the futile goal of completing at least one of them. Instead, her mind wandered with ideas of her lover and what they’d get up to this weekend. As her mind wandered, so did her hand; passively between her thighs and up her mound, gently gripping the silicone piece she’d stashed within her slacks.

The end of the work day at last arrives as she organizes her things in her office, preparing for the mock trial meeting in about an hour. She anticipates seeing Casey during the meeting and then taking her home afterwards. Though, she isn’t sure she can wait that long. The pit of her stomach burns, her thighs tensing continuously with desire for Casey. As she begins to consider taking care of herself in the office, she hears footsteps down the hallway. A moment clicks in her mind and, excited, she pokes her head out of the doorway. Her smile falls when she sees it was just another professor passing by. Hanging her head, only to hear a faint gasp and an audible smile down the opposite end of the hallway.

Alex whips her head around and steps out into the hallway, keeping one foot in her office. A smile plasters itself across her face as she watches her sweet partner prance down the hallway. Her hair bounces as she approaches, her dark red hair pinned up in a bun with a black claw clip. “Case,” she begins to exclaim as she opens her arms, her partner running into them and wrapping her own arms around Alex’s neck.

“Hi! I have some time before the meeting, I was hoping to see you for a bit,” she tells her as she pulls away, hands clasped warmly around the back of Alex’s neck. Alex’s hands naturally fall to Casey’s waist and she feels a fire in her chest, the heat rising and reddening her skin, saliva pooling beneath her tongue at Casey’s touch.

Alex’s mouth hangs open for a little bit, her eyes fluttering as she scans Casey’s face. Auditory sensations play within her mind’s eye as she stares, and her impulses can no longer be withheld. “I was hoping to see you too, come on,” she tells her, hands leaving her hips to grab her hand and pull her in. As she does, Casey tries to shut the door and just as soon as it closes, Alex takes Casey’s things and sets them down.

“What are you in a rush for?” Casey giggles just before Alex pushes her against the door, hands groping their way up her shirt and onto her hips. Their lips collide and Alex feels the heat burst. It leaks through her hands and her lips, moans escaping as she runs her tongue over Casey’s, adoring its taste and the way the muscle flexes.

“I miss you,” Alex whispers against Casey’s lips as she parts, then continues kissing down her neck. “I was hoping to show you how much…” her hands weave to the front of Casey’s jeans and start slyly unbuttoning them. “Since we have some extra time…”

Casey’s vision blurs as Alex’s lips reach her throat, her heartbeat pressing against her lover’s lips over and over, faster and faster. She lets out a quiet moan that quickly turns into a whimper as she reaches for Alex’s hands and stops them, “What about when we get home?”

Alex wriggles her hands out of Casey’s grasp and plants them on the door behind her, releasing her neck from between her teeth and dragging her tongue up to Casey’s ear. She pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, “I need you, Case…” she pants in her ear, nose pressed gently against her lobe. “So badly.”

Casey tilts her head into Alex’s breaths, her mind hazy and reason leaving her. With one hand pressed against the door, the other slides down to Alex’s slacks, starting to fiddle with the clasp when she feels the bend of a surprise. She lets out her breath and grins, pressing her lips to Alex’s ear - “Why don’t you show me?”

Alex pulls away slowly, her eyes wide and staring at Casey, studying her face. Her head tilts to the side, a smirk rising, and she bites her lip at the thought. She reaches down and quickly undoes Casey’s pants while Casey turns and locks the office door. Together, they maneuver Casey’s pants off of her body and Casey starts to grab the hem of her underwear but Alex stops her, replacing her hands at the hem of her underwear. She stares for a moment, feeling the drool in her mouth, and she shakes her head.

“These are staying on,” she whispers as she spins Casey around and presses her against the door, bunching her panties and pulling them to the side. Casey grins and bites her lip, reaching behind her to grip Alex’s strap. Alex undoes her slacks and before she can even touch her strap, Casey’s hand grips it and pulls it.

“Were you planning for this, Cabot?”

Casey’s words ring loudly in her ears and a deep guttural tightness winds inside of her. She uses one hand to glide her way up Casey’s wet & exposed center, humming at how wet she’s become. “Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with it, Novak,” she comments before gripping her strap out of Casey’s hand and guiding the tip inside of her. Casey groans loudly as Alex takes her time, pushing herself as deep as possible, as slowly as possible. When she reaches the hilt, Casey starts to let out a loud moan, which Alex quickly reaches forward to slap her hand across her mouth. Casey grunts and rams her hands into the door as Alex pushes deeper, gripping her mouth and leaning in to kiss Casey’s ear with her own breathy moan.

“Shh,” Alex whispers into her ear, “can’t let them hear you, can we?” She snakes her arm around Casey’s throat, resting it into the crook of her elbow as she begins using her hips to slowly thrust in and out of her, moaning into her ear. Casey bites her lip, letting soft moans hum against them, her throat vibrating against Alex’s arm. With her back arched inward, the strap hits her deep and brushes against the right spots, the long, deep thrusts causing a winding in her core.

Alex begins to pick up the pace, causing Casey to hit the door a few times over. Her moans start to get louder, as do Alex’s. Their desperation feels as though it’s pulsing between them, swelling and circling them. Care about their noises begins to waiver…until the sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the hallway. Casey whimpers and pushes Alex’s hips away, Alex pulls out and starts messily putting the strap away. Casey reaches for her pants and begins replacing them, pressing her ear against the door and listening closely.

The footsteps bound up against the door for a moment and then begin to dissipate. Both of them release the breath they were holding and giggles start to erupt from between them. Alex takes Casey’s jaw in her hand and brings her close, kissing her softly. Casey reaches her hands down and starts trying to bring the strap back, and Alex pulls away.

“We can finish this at home, Case, it’s okay.” Alex tries to push Casey’s hands away, but finds herself confused as she drops to her knees.

“I know, look at the time,” she states, “but I figured I’d help clean up.” She grins widely and continues undoing Alex’s slacks once again, but making a show of it this time. She’s caught Alex’s eyes and watches closely as her lover blushes, wordless as she observes the scene Casey is moving towards. Alex’s breaths become deep and sultry, licking her lips while she watches Casey run her hands up and down Alex’s thighs. She comes back up to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, making intense eye contact. She starts to blush when her fingers slip in and retrieve the phallus. With red cheeks and her bottom lip between her teeth, saliva pools around her tongue as the scent of herself on the strap makes her weak.

“Case…” Alex whispers, barely loud enough for Casey to hear her. With a worried gaze, Casey looks up, questioning her. “I um…I’ve never had someone do this before.”

The blush spreads all over Casey’s face and she furrows her brow, “really?” she asks, her tone seeming incredulous. Alex covers her face and nods in embarrassment. Casey’s mind initially hurtles towards stopping out of embarrassment and shame, but fortunately makes the quick turnaround towards wanting to give Alex her first time. With this at least. Deviousness spreads through her cheeks and she sucks her bottom lip for a moment as she readjusts on her knees. “Would you like for me to?” She asks, her eyes moving between Alex’s own red face and the strap.

Alex takes a shaky breath and begins to stammer, “I mean…if you want to…”

Casey smiles wide, admiring that Alex still has nervousness and insecurities. Leaving one hand firmly planted on Alex’s thigh, she reaches the other to gently squeeze Alex’s hand. Maintaining eye contact she feels a bit of the tension break, “I would love to, Lex.” Alex nods, squeezing Casey’s hand back just before she pulls it back and takes the strap from the confines of her slacks. She kisses the tip gently, then finally breaks eye contact with Alex. She plants soft kisses down to the hilt and then positions herself below it. Laying her tongue flat against the bottom of the strap she drags it up to the tip and then slips it into her mouth. Keeping the strap shallow, she takes her time coating it with her saliva and moaning.

Above her, Alex’s breaths steady again and she grips the edge of the desk behind her. Wanting to connect with her lover, she extends her hand and caresses the side of Casey’s face. She smiles as she slowly takes her mouth off of the strap, letting drool drip from the tip now. Planting a messy kiss on Alex’s palm and dazzling smile, Casey takes Alex’s hand from her cheek and gently pushes it upwards to her hair. Alex lingers, unsure if she’s picked up the hint. Casey proceeds, sticking her tongue out and tapping the strap on it a few times before taking more of the length into her mouth.

Casey moves back and forth slowly, removing her hands and gripping Alex’s thighs. She closes her eyes and lets herself feel her body, moaning and drooling as the wetness of her mouth coats the strap. She begins to feel desperate, wet and warm, her hands beginning to greedily grope Alex - her ass, the hem of her boxers, her thighs, underneath her shirt. The greedier she gets, the deeper the strap goes. Casey, unfortunately, is blissfully unaware of the sweet whimpers Alex is making and how she’s gripping Casey’s hair now. Both of them, eyes closed and enjoying the bliss of each other’s bodies, follow the fluid motion. Alex begins pushing Casey back and forth, but not forcefully. Casey is leading, but Alex is assisting. Both moan softly, the sounds echoing in the office.

A warmth rises in Alex’s pelvis and her hips begin pushing into Casey, who groans deeply at the first thrust, the whole length pushing its way into her mouth. She starts to gag a bit and it shocks Alex out of her pleasure for a moment, she pulls out and loosens the grip on Casey’s hair. Casey giggles, the spit smeared on her face and dripping down her neck, she smiles up at Alex. Alex looks down and blushes, humming with pleasure.

Impulse overtakes her, “you look pretty covered in spit,” Alex murmurs. Casey blushes, speechless, and looks down. As she does, she happens to glance at her watch.

“Fuck,” she spits, then starts to wipe her face with her sleeve. “We’ve got to go,” Casey looks up at Alex, who appears disappointed momentarily. But she extends her hand to help Casey up. She takes it and they stand apart for a moment. Casey takes tissues from the desk and cleans herself up while Alex shoves the strap back in her slacks. Once put back together, they stare at each other for a moment, feeling momentary awkwardness.

Alex pushes a strand of hair from Casey’s face, her other hand landing on Casey’s hip. Casey looks at her sheepishly, “was that okay?”

Alex chuckles, pulling Casey into a deep hug. One hand around her waist and the other up between her shoulder blades, and Casey wraps her arms around Alex’s middle. Alex turns and whispers into Casey’s neck, “Yes…” she takes a deep breath and plants a soft kiss against Casey’s ear, “it was more than okay.” As she pulls away, she cups Casey’s face and smiles softly, her eyes scanning Casey’s face. Casey’s nerves fade momentarily as she loses herself in Alex’s gaze, which softens. Alex lets out a slow breath and pulls Casey into a passionate kiss. Casey’s hands slide down Alex’s body to her hips, gripping them lightly and pulling her closely. Their breaths intermingle, ins and outs, getting lost in each other’s scent.

Casey lets out a soft whine as she pulls away, her eyes closed and her cheeks grinning, “we have to go,” she whispers. Alex giggles and nods, slipping her hands away from Casey and grabbing her things. Casey does the same, her face warm with fluster and desire. Leaving the office and making their way toward the classroom where the first meeting would be held, Casey couldn’t help but notice the wetness spreading in her jeans. She bit her lip as they walked, hand in hand, imagining what they could do when they got home. Alex, however, was feeling more focused now. She opened the door for Casey and they parted ways. Alex moved to the other professors while Casey joined her peers on the other side of the room.

Sitting next to Charlie, her face red and body warm with a faint sweat, Casey hoped he wouldn’t say anything. He turns to her and gives her a once over before glancing over his shoulder at Alex. Alex, speaking with the other professors, maintains complete composure, as a former assistant district attorney would. A smirk crawls across Charlie’s face as he turns back to Casey, who wipes her forehead of sweat.

He scoffs, catching her attention, “did you two just…?”

Casey’s eyes swell and her face burns a scarlet red. “How the hell do you know that?”

He practically chokes himself to keep from bursting with laughter, “you’re so easy to read, Case.” He looks between them both, Casey mimics him. “She’s over there, all composed and professional, and you’re here, nervous with a flop sweat, after you walked in together. I do have eyes, honey.”

She takes a deep breath, staring at him incredulously, and is about to retort when Professor Donnelly begins her introduction. When she begins, Casey’s nerves seem to calm themselves. She listens carefully while watching Alex discreetly. Her eyes dart to & fro, admiring her love while ensuring she’s aware of the information being delivered to her. Fortunately, she’s able to ignore the swelling warmth in her core. She pushes Charlie’s comments to the back of her mind, not letting them bother her anymore than is necessary. At the beginning, Alex keeps her attention entirely directed on Donnelly or the work in front of her. She neglects to acknowledge Casey’s wandering gaze.

As the end grows near, however, Alex’s composure waivers. She starts to gaze longingly at her lover, sitting on the front row. She admires Casey’s calmness in spite of all of her stress. She admires how driven she is and the way that her mind works. They’re pulled from the midst of their distraction and admiration when Donnelly makes a point to redirect everyone’s attention.

“Now that we’ve gotten the admin stuff out of the way, I wanted to finally announce our team leads,” she states in a demanding, almost grandiose, manner with her arms and ankles crossed as she leans back against the faux judge’s stand. Casey and Charlie direct their full attention to Donnelly’s presence. Alex tries to be subtle, but it’s clear she’s leaning into the tension, unaware of who the leads are herself. “Wow, I didn’t think I’d take the breath out of the room. Breathe everyone,” Donnelly exclaims and the group lets out a nervous laugh.

“For the defense team, we have Trevor Langan.” A simultaneous sigh of relief fills the room and a hefty pat on Trevor’s back can be heard from where he’s sitting in the back of the room.

Donnelly clears her throat and the room falls silent once again. Bated breaths feed into Donnelly’s power trip as she waits for all eyes to be on her. “And for the prosecution,” she begins, glancing all around the room and making a point not to meet anyone’s gaze. All air has escaped Casey’s lungs, though she’s not sure why. She feels glad even to just be on the team with how much she’s got going on. But she knows the weight of being the team lead for this competition could mean the difference between a position here, in Portland, and her position in New York City.

“We have Casey Novak.”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year ago

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She’s Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader(feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv & Amanda)

Summary— Alex is kidnapped and tortured. That’s pretty much it. It’s a very long and indulgent fic of Alex x Reader.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: [MATURE], explicit torture, violence, kidnapping, humiliation, implied torture, angst, anxiety attacks, knife, guns, torture devices, branding, cigarette burns, burning, begging, crying, and so much more mature content, Rita being an aunt and a boss bitch, Liz losing her shit, Munch being munch, Amaro being an asshat, Casey barely keeping it together, read at your own risk!!

Enjoy (;

You stepped into the SVU squad room, looking around at the major bustling and chaos of the room. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt anxiously, biting your lips and nails as well. You were frozen. You couldn’t process it all. Your eyes then landed on a person who you knew could help.

Casey.

Casey had been the one to call you. She hadn’t told you much, only that you need to come to svu immediately. You had dropped work for this. Left straightaway. It all made you extremely anxious. Why would they need you…? Unless…

You shook the terrible thoughts coming up out of your mind, instead springing into action. You walked up to Casey in the middle of the chaos.

“Hey Case!” You called to the redhead who was swiftly fluttering through pages.

Casey jumped at her name and her eyes shot up to you. Suddenly her gaze softened and she looked at you with concern.

“Y/N’s here!!” Casey shot across the room, and everyone practically stopped in their tracks and looked at you.

You gulped and looked around anxiously, pulling your bag closer to you defensively.

“Case… what’s going on…?” You stammered.

Casey couldn’t meet your gaze. Olivia suddenly came out of the Captain’s office and walked through the squad room, followed by Cragen peeking out of his office, telling everyone to get back to work. The shuffling and bustling immediately picked back up again. The noise wasn’t helping you one bit.

You suddenly felt a hand on your back shoulder, and you jumped slightly. You turned around, relaxing a bit to see it was only Olivia with a warm and caring smile.

“Y/N, let’s go into Cragen’s office, yeah…?” The brunette gently suggested.

After you slowly nodded with parted lips of confusion, Olivia led you by her hand on your back to the Captain’s office. She opened the door for you and closed it behind the two of you. Both SVU members looked tense and concerned.

“What exactly… is going on…?” You tensed out through partially gritted teeth, frustration now hitting you in waves.

Olivia guided you to sit down with her, before she but her lip and explained,

“Y/N… Alex didn’t show up for court a couple of hours ago… We… don’t know where she is. She’s not answering her phone, we can’t track it, it’s dead.”

Your heart sunk. And there was now a limp in your throat. Your heart only raced faster and you suddenly felt dizzy.

Olivia could tell that this was a lot to take in, so she gently held you on both sides of your arms.

“That’s not all…” Cragen sighed.

You looked up at the Captain with glossy eyes and a trembling lip.

“W-what…?” You stammered, bringing your arms into your chest and holding yourself.

“We think Alex was… taken.” He explained slowly.

“W-why would you think that…??” You exclaimed, the anger in you now swelling.

Cragen and Olive exchanged looks. Cragen nodded and relented into the brunettes insistence.

“Come on, let me show you something.” Olivia softly spoke.

She led you outside to the squad room and the media corner. Next to all the screens there was a board. A board of at least 100 photographs. And they were all of Alex. Alex and all the people she interacted with. You were on there, and so was Olivia, and Casey, and Rita, and Liz, and Amanda, and so on.

The pictures were practically Alex’s entire life since she’d been with you. This was years of photos. Some of them looked like they could have been snapped by a news reporter outside the courts. But others, much more intimate pictures of the two of you, could have only been captured by active camera surveillance.

You gasped, bringing your hand to your mouth, as you let out a choked sob that you couldn’t contain anymore. Your stomache sunk. You proceeded to collapse on the floor, and were lucky that Amanda was right by you. The Southern blonde was quick to scoop you up and guide you to take a seat in her desk chair.

She then tried to talk to you, but your mind was spiraling. Suddenly a big boom of stacks of paperwork falling across the squad room brought you back to reality with a jolt.

“Y/N? Y/N, there you are, ‘hun. Hey. Heyyy. It’s going to be okay, alright…?” Amanda reassured you.

“But h-how… do you know that…?” You choked out, the tears continuing to pour out.

At that, Amari and Fin walked into the squad room.

“It’s out lucky day! Perp’s blood was at the scene, that girl put up a fight…!” Amara exclaimed, not having realized that you were there.

You immediately stood up and turned to face Amaro. Nick’s eyes went wide and his face struggled to give away the fact that he knew he had fucked up.

“What scene? What…?? What happened??” You exclaimed with a gasp, frustration and anger running through your veins once more.

Amanda pulled you towards her and into her embrace. Her touch calmed you a little, but right now, you really needed it to be Alex’s touch. After a minute, her hug actually and surprisingly helped.

“Thanks…” you muttered.

Amanda shrugged and smiled lightly, as if it was nothing.

“Learned that in Atlanta, had a partner who had anxiety attacks.” The blonde told you, “It’s a grounding thing.”

You listened and nodded along. But your mind quickly started to wander back to Alex again.

“Wait what scene? Do you know where she was taken…??” You asked.

Amanda sighed and stood up, telling you to wait here. She checked in with Cragen in his office, before coming back to you and grabbing her keys.

“Come on, let’s go for a ride.” Amanda told you, indicating for you to follow her.

You gulped and nodded, silently following the Southern blonde with your wobbly legs. You two got into her patrol car, and she began driving. The ride was silent. You had now become numb, your feelings too much to bear. You didn’t want to go down the rabbit hole of what could go wrong… So you stayed in the ignorance of feeling numb.

After about 15-20 minutes, Amanda pulled up to you and Alex’s shared brownstone. You gulped as your eyes widened as it began to click for you.

“This is…” you stammered, trying to find the words.

“Come on, Darling. I’ll explain inside.” Amanda gently reassured you, squeezing your left hand caringly, before getting out of the car.

You followed the blonde detective up the steps of your brownstone and inside. No one was here anymore. But it was a mess, all taped up with crime scene tape and marked with evidence markers and such. It made your stomache flip upside down when you saw blood on the kitchen doorway.

“What Amaro said, that asshole… was that Alex didn’t go down without a fight…” Amanda explained, taking your hand in reassurance as you walked through the torn apart apartment.

“Alex managed to make her kidnapper bleed.” Amanda breathed out.

At that you looked at the woman with wide eyes.

“So you can find out who they are?” You immediately asked.

Amanda bit her inner cheek and looked way slightly.

“Yeaaa ideally yes… but we already ran it, and he’s not in the system…” she explained.

Any and all hope that you had just gained was lost all over again. Amanda squeezed your hand again in reassurance.

“So what’s next…? What can I do?” You asked, desperate to do anything, to get her back, to see her again.

“First, we are going to walk through your place and go through the events, at least what we know. See if any of it jogs your memory of like someone who would want to harm Alex…” Amanda breathed out.

You shuttered and nodded slowly.

“Then when Olivia and Cragen give the go ahead, I’ll take you back to svu and Olivia will properly interview you…”

You gulped, yet nodded again.

“Ok, let’s do it…” you breathed out.

Amanda nodded and guided you by your hand, walking you through the scene. All your feelings came crashing back as the blonde detective walked you through the theory SVU had of what happened.

Alex hadn’t even left for the office yet, having not needed to go in as early that day… You and already left for work, when someone had come to the door. Alex must have known the person, because she let them in (or they had a gun). The main struggle was in the kitchen. SVU assumed that Alex had most likely tried to reason with whomever the perp was, but it went south in the kitchen. Alex’s blood was on the counter, in a circular mark that upheld that the assailant had violently cracked Alex’s head down upon the counter. There were also blood splatters of Alex’s going from the kitchen and out the door, by the amount and pattern of the blood, it was assumed that the assailant had shot Alex somewhere in the leg, but hadn’t hit a major artery or vein. Luckily, on the kitchen doorway, there was Alex’s bloody partial print, but there blood wasn’t hers. The theory was that before the shooter had incapacitated her, she got a swing or two in, and then when he dragged her out, she made one last attempt to grasp the doorway, leaving the perps blood.

Your heart was pounding in your ears three times as fast as earlier. Tears were pouring down your face and you hadn’t even realized it. Amanda squeezed your hand tighter, as she asked you if it sounded like someone you knew or if it triggered any memories.

“N-no… Mm sorry…” you gasped out in between sobs.

The Southern blonde now came in front of you and took both of your hands.

“Don’t be, you did so good, Y/N.” Amanda comforted you, before receiving a ding on her phone and checking her notifications.

It was Olivia telling Amanda to bring you back. You spent the car ride opposite of the last, filled with all the emotions. You were distraught, and sad, and afraid, and angry, and infuriated, and so much more. Your head was swimming, no drowning it it all. You just wanted a break. You wanted Alex safe in your arms.

Amanda led you back into the squad room, passing you off to Olivia with a reassuring smile. Olivia took you into the family interview room, one that was less jarring than the brick and mortar perp interview/confession rooms. She had you sit on the couch next to her.

“Y/N, Amanda told me that you couldn’t think of anything at the crime scene…”

“Don’t… call it that…” you sputtered, having cried yourself out in the car and now hicupping instead.

Olivia sighed, “Of course, I’m sorry— At your and Alex’s home…”

You had your hands clasped in your lap and you were rocking back and forth anxiously. The brunette detective reached for your hands with her hands and tried to physically comfort you, but you jerked in response, starting to hyperventilate. The brunette detective was quick to retract and stick with her interview questions.

“Besides what you didn’t think of at the crim— your and Alex’s place— Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt you…?” Olivia prodded gently.

You shook your head and then hiccuped. Alex had her hair share of criminals who didn’t like her, but nothing she ever found concerning enough to share with you.

“Alright, what about anyone following you recently…? Notice any reoccurring faces…?” She asked.

You thought about it, going through your last months, if not years in your mind.

“I… don’t think so, no…” you stammered, with two more hiccups.

“Alright… Can I get you some water?”

“Yes please…” you whispered, not being able to handle the eye contact, so you simply shut your eyes.

Olivia muttered something with a hum, letting go of your hands, and leaving the room with the door ajar. You just sat there, with your eyes closed and shaking in your boots. You could hear the noisy clamor of the squad room from the ajar door. It was still just as chaotic, if not more. Tensions were high, and fuses were short.

Before Olivia could come back with your water, a familiar voice boomed while entering the squad room.

“Who the hell didn’t inform me about Alex going missing, and why the fuck did I need to find out like this?!”

You immediately stood up with a jolt, scrambling into the squad room to see Rita standing furiously in the middle of the room, while holding up a manila envelope with her name on it. Calhoun’s determined scowl faltered as she noticed you in the corner. She immediately lowered her mask of defense lawyer and rushed over to you.

Her hands were all of over you, checking to see if you were okay. They landed on each side of your face, as her concerned gaze looked at you.

“Hey Baby… How are you holding up…?” She asked, her eyes still scanning you up and down, before landing on your gaze when she expected an answer.

But all she got was a choked sob from you, your tears now back in full swing. The older woman immediately pulled you in for a hug, which you happily accepted. She hugged you tight and with fierce love, you could feel every fiber of her being that cared through the embrace. When Rita let you go, you wheezed and little and whipped your tears away.

Olivia had by now gotten your water and caught wind of the commotion, now coming up to you and Rita. Rita sent daggers to the brunette detective, making Olivia stop a couple feet away from you.

“What’s in the envelope…?” Olivia quipped, before extending her hand with your water in it.

Rita took the water, examined it, then gave it to you, instructing you to drink, before she considered answering Olivia. When she did, her eyes went sad. The main SVU members had surrounded the two of you, all curious as to what Rita had brought. She opened the envelope and pulled out a hard drive.

“Aha! My area of expertise…!” Munch exclaimed, taking the hard drive from Rita and going over to the media corner to open whatever files were contained within the stick.

You went to follow the rest do the team to see what was on the file, but Rita grabbed you by your arm before you could get too far. You turned back to Rita and looked at the woman who had been your mentor, aunt, mom, practically everything with confusion and glossy eyes.

“ ‘Hun, you may not want to see that…” Rita sighed with deep sadness in her eyes.

She had already seen it.

Your eyes hardened and you frowned. You quickly pulled your hand out of Rita’s grasp.

“Like hell I won’t…” you exclaimed, then turning around and walking up behind the team who were all gathered around Munch who was about to click play on a video file.

Rita came up behind you, her eyes staying on you the entire time as the video played. She watched your face whiten, watched your face wash over in horror, then a wave of anger. She watched your shock, then followed by uncontrollable sadness and tears.

Alex was in the centre of the screen, tied up and hanging by her wrists around a rusty metal bar running along the wall. Her head was hanging low. Her hair frazzled and tired. Her clothing was dirty, torn, and bloody. There was a light sway of her body as it hung from the beam. Her shoes had been discarded. The bottom half of her her stomache was on display, as her shirt was being strained from the position. Her left lower leg was bleeding, presumably from the gunshot from the struggle at the brownstone. Her forehead was all bloody from the blow to the counter.

Suddenly, a person stepped into the frame. They were wearing all black and had their face and voice masked. He had some kind of black colored weapon, almost baton looking in his hand. He laughed wickedly into the camera, before turning his attention to Alex.

“As I can’t torture all of you, unfortunately… One will have to do…” The man tilted his head as he turned on the stick and plunged it against Alex’s exposed side stomache with a cackle.

Alex’s body convulsed and jolted uncontrollably as she was she was hit with volts and volts of burning electricity. She let out a desperate groan, which turned into a silent scream as tears poured down her face, as she fought against her restraints and against the volts. After a couple solid seconds of this, the man finally retracted the insane taser torture. As he moved the torture device back, Alex’s freshly burned skin could be seen, a fresh branded circle on the side of her stomache. The man proceeded to repeat this process for multiple rounds. And the whole time, Alex fought and screamed and convulsed, as tears ran down her face and shirt. Finally, after five burning rounds, Alex passed out. And the man stopped, looking to the camera with a grin.

“No point if the bitch isn’t awake…” He chuckled wickedly, “And that was only Act 1… Dedicated to Detective Olivia Benson…”

Rage was quick to take over your enter being, all the sadness quickly forgotten. You nearly assaulted Olivia right then and there. But Rita saw this coming, and she was quick to hold you back as you attempted to pounce on the brunette detective across from you.

You scowled and fought back, the team all taking a step back from you, all of them just as shocked as you were. But Rita held you firm.

“Shhhh, Baby, it’s okay… Calm down…” Rita cooed into the shell of your ear, “It’s going to be okay, it’s not Olivia’s fault…”

After a couple seconds, Rita managed to get you to promise to not punch the older brunette detective in the face. So she let you go. You huffed and didn’t know what to do. You were hit with another wave of sudden sadness.

As you were having your life crisis, the team began speculating and conversating about what they could learn from the video and how they could find Alex. You weren’t able to focus on them or anything anymore, everything started to just fade away into black.

When you woke up, you were in Rita’s lap, back in the family interview room. For a split second, you felt at peace’s and then reality smacked you back in the face. Rita was beginning to tell you that you had passed out when you began to freak out.

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe, it’s okay.” Rita comforted you, as you sat up startled and distraught.

“N-no it’s n-not… Alex my Lex she’s… she’s…” you choked out, hyperventilating.

Rita was quick to take you into her arms on the couch and comfort you. She ran her fingers through your hair, she rubbed your arms and hands and side, calming you as best as you could.

“Hey. We are going to find this sycko who did this… ok? The team is on it…” Rita insisted and ensured you, “Take some deep breaths for me, Baby…”

You nodded shakily, your entire body shaking in Rita’s arms, as you took some deep breaths. You began to doze off in the woman’s arms, Rita was quick to encourage you to not fight it. And so you dozed off…

You awoke startled once more by a shriek echoing through the squad room and into where you and Rita were. You practically fell off the couch and scrambled out to the squad. Rita was swift behind you. Your eyes fell on Casey, who now had a Manila envelope in her hand with her name on it.

“Where did you get that??” Olivia questioned the redhead.

“I… a junior officer dropped it off… I don’t know, sorry” Casey stammered, handing it off to Olivia who opened it.

“Fin, Amanda, go find that junior officer, maybe he can give us a lead on this guy.” Cragen told his team.

Fin and Amanda nodded and left the room at once. Olivia had found another hard drive, having passed it to Munch to analyze. Rita’s eyes widened as Munch went to press play, and she tried to pull you away once more, but you only pulled away from her and to the screen with more ferocity. With a click from Munch, the video began…

Alex was still in the same position. She was awake again. But barely. Drool was coming from the sides of her mouth as her head lolled down. Her breathing was heavy and labored, affecting her entire body as it hung from the rope attached to her wrists and around the beam.

The man then came back into the camera screen. He held a knife in his hand this time. After taunting the camera, he stalked up to Alex, his free hand roughly grabbing and wrenching her blouse open. The buttons clattered to the floor as the perp moved the torn blouse aside, showing off Alex’s black bra and exposed chest and stomache.

Alex seemed to barely register anything until the knife began slicing her chest. She let out a howl at the pain, deep enough to hurt, but not deep enough to kill. He continued these slices, along her stomache, along her clothed arms as well, and all the way up to her shoulders and neck. He seemed to only be egged on by Alex’s groans and cries, which very quickly turned into begging and pleading for him to stop. Once the man reached her neck, he held the knife firmly along her throat, before speaking. The dozens of cuts all bleed into one another, practically covering Alex’s entire upper body in blood.

“Act 2 is not as bad, because you just sucked at your job…” The man sneered, “But trust me, the next one�� I’d be surprised if the bitch doesn’t die… Dedicated to Rita Calhoun.”

Your knees buckled and you collapsed on the floor as Alex let out a particular blood curteling scream in the video. Tears streamed down your face as you couldn’t bring yourself to watch the rest of the video, the audio already taunting you enough. You felt your body go limp and you began to slouch and fall from your knees to the ground completely.

“Turn it off! Off!!” Rita yelled enraged, before dropping to the ground with you and comforting you.

Munch turned the video off, but not before the man was able to dedicate the video to Rita. Rita’s eyes widened and her throat went dry. The whole team stared at the two of you. Rita was dumbfounded at what this had to do with her, but she was quick to spring into action over it.

“Novak. Take Y/N to the diner down the street. She probably hasn’t eaten all day.” Rita commanded the room.

Casey’s eyes widened, and she immediately nodded in understanding.

“Of course, Rita.” Casey said, hurriedly coming over to the two of you.

You tried to protest as Rita handed you over to Casey, but Rita was stern and quickly silenced you, not that you could say anything right now with how overwhelmed you were. Casey was quick to file you out of the room.

You didn’t even remember leaving SVU or getting to the diner, all you remember is suddenly sitting with Casey looking at the late lunch menu. You were shaking and fidgeting like crazy.

Casey reached her hand across the table and squeezed your balled up fist reassuringly. You looked up to the redhead with your stained and now completely dried out eyes, having cried it all out for the second time today.

“Hey. Let’s get you some food, huh…?” Casey hummed.

You nodded slowly. The waitress came, but you couldn’t hear a thing. Casey looked at you with care and understanding, ordering for the both of you. Then once the waitress had left, her attention was on you once more.

“C-Casey…?” You whispered.

Casey leaned in and softly spoke,

“Yes…?”

“How… how are you okay…?” You whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you blinked, “She’s… she’s like your best friend and you hers…”

Casey sighed and squeezed your hand again.

“Y/N, look at me.” Casey hummed, her tone breaking in a falter.

You finally looked at Casey again, and took in her appearance. You suddenly noticed the tear stains on her face and how crazy her long, normally well curled hair was.

“I am not okay. I just… suck at showing my emotions…” Casey explained gently, her own eyes beginning to gloss over as she became more vulnerable.

Your lips pressed together and you smiled lightly, nodding in understanding. You gasped slightly as you felt your phone vibrate once in your pocket. You then felt another vibration. Then one last final third vibrating. You pulled your hands into your lap, away from Casey. The redhead looked at you concerningly.

“Everything okay…?” Casey asked.

“Mm yea… just… need the restroom…” you muttered, before getting out of the diner booth and going to the back where the bathroom was.

Casey nodded, watching you leave, before getting on her phone and updating the team, as well as getting updated by what they had figured out. She let the team know that you were doing okay and that she was about to feed you. She sighed and let out a light groan, trying to process the weight of what was happening, while reading the update from the group chat.

Munch had analyzed the background of the video, having figured out that Alex was being kept in some warehouse. Which one, they had no clue.

Fin and Amanda had gotten no leads from the junior officer, apparently the envelope had been given to him by a homeless looking guy who disappeared as soon as he dropped off the package at the precinct.

Rita, Olivia, and Nick had been spending their time looking over old case files and anything that connected Olivia and Rita along with possibly Alex, in hope to find a perp or bad guy who got away somehow and wanted revenge.

When Casey was done being caught up, the food had come. But you were still in the bathroom… The redhead grew suspicious, getting up from the table and walking to the back of the diner to the bathroom. She knocked on the door, but received no answer. Quickly, she tried your cell. Straight to voicemail.

As you stepped into the bathroom, you couldn’t shake the terrible feeling about the texts, so you locked the door and immediately opened your phone. The texts were all from one unknown number.

Y/N L/N.

Then a video link.

Act 3. Elizabeth Donnelly

You didn’t even click or see the video. Not yet. You saw Liz’s name and couldn’t think of anything else. Liz would know what to do. She always knew what to do.

You carefully escaped from Casey’s gaze and hold out of the back of the diner, rushing to catch a cab to the DA’s office where Liz would most likely be. The ride wasn’t too long, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to press play on that video. Liz would know what to do. She always did.

Once your reached Liz’s office, you didn’t even knock, simply barging in. Liz was talking with a few DA’s, and she was about to dig into whoever interrupted them, but then she saw your state.

“Leave. All of you, now!” Liz ordered, shooing the attorneys away.

You quickly shut and locked the door behind you. Liz looked you up and down.

“Y/N, what is going on…?” The older woman spoke firmly.

You were hyperventilating again. You could sit, you were pacing. But you had to tell her something. And you tried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain. Liz stood up, recognizing the signs of an anxiety attack, and coming over to you in concern. She guided you to sit with her on her office couch, asking you again, more softly this time,

“Honey, what’s the matter…?”

You let out a choked sob, bringing out your phone and clicking the video. That was the only thing you could think of. Liz watched your every movement. You pressed play.

Alex was hanging as in the last video, but her blouse was completely gone. Her breathing was shallow and barely there, but she was still alive.

The man showed back up, coming up to the camera to say hello, before quickly turning his attention to Alex once more with the same knife as before in his hands. He grabbed Alex’s chin and pulled her face to meet his gaze. Alex tried to growl and fight back, but the exhaustion on her face was evident. He had probably drugged her up real good so that she didn’t stand a chance… While the man held her face rough with one hand, his other with the knife sliced her bra into pieces. He then let her face go with a smack! before tearing the bra off her body. The vulnerable whimper that Alex let out was distinct. And it only fed into the man’s fantasies. He then bent down to her bottom half and ran the knife down her side, followed by his hands ripping her skirt open. He wrenched that off her as well, throwing it aside. Alex was now left only in her panties. She closed her eyes and went limp, as the man trailed the knife in between her legs and up against her clothed core. He then moved to her thigh and ripped her underwear off with a snap! until she was fully nude, hanging for everyone to see. Another hopeless whimper left Alex as the man suddenly smacked her ass.

Before the video could finish, Liz slammed the phone down onto the ground, effectively pausing it. Your eyes went wide and you looked at the older woman with an open mouth. She looked horrified. But Rage was quick to replace the shock.

“What?! Liz wait—!!” You exclaimed as the blonde stood up and shook her white knuckle fists.

Liz turned back to you, looking you directly in the eyes.

“What in the actual fuck is going on, Y/N?!Why in the hell are you making me watch my daughter be tortured by some psycho???” Liz shrilled.

“Lower your voice!!” You harshly whispered, swiftly standing up and getting in her face, and effectively shutting Liz up for a second with how stern you and suddenly become.

“Then you better goddamn tell me what is going on…” Liz growled.

“OK—” you exclaimed, placing your hand on your forehead and sighing.

You say down again as the overwhelming sadness hit you once more.

“Lex… was taken… didn’t show up in court…” you stammered, “Guy’s been sending… videos…” you choked up.

Liz then picked up the phone from the floor, sitting back down next to you in silence for a moment.

“How many?”

You were jolted out of your grief by her words.

“W-what…?” You stammered.

“How many videos… did he send…?” Liz spoke, trying to sound in control but her own tone faltering and cracking a little.

“This is the third. He usually talks about it in the video…” you said quietly.

This made Liz look at you and then back to the phone. She turned it on and clicked play again. You both sat in anticipation as the video continued.

Alex’s bloody, bruised, and now completely exposed body came back on screen, right where it had left off. Alex flinched as the man smacked her ass a second time.

“Shut up Bitch!! Take it, We all know you want it!!!” The man jeered, before smacking her ass a third time and then grabbing and fondling her tits.

Alex tried to pull away from his touch, she tried to yell or cry or shout, but she found that her body was not taking orders from her mind anymore. Her body had gone limp. But she could feel everything. She could see everything in her line of sight. She could hear everything.

When she went completely silent, unable to protest anymore, the man cackled again, louder and more taunting than ever. He then proceeded to come up to the camera.

“Now, I’m not gonna show you this next bit… I’m going to save that for when you find her dead body… But Act 3 is dedicated to that bitch judge, Elizabeth Donnelly…” the man jeered.

The video then went static for a second. Then the camera came back on and showed an unconscious Alex Cabot, swaying lightly back and forth. Where her body wasn’t sliced and cut, it was bruised. Where her body wasn’t bloody, it was covered in dirt, like it had been thrown at her. The faint and small outlines of cigarette burns were trailed across both of her arms and thighs. Her mouth was filled with an oozing her own blood, as if 100 fists had hit her. And her right tit was branded with a symbol, difficult to make out. All of this and so much worse would be discovered had been done to her…

The video ended and silence took the room. Suddenly you heard crying. You looked over and Liz was hunched over and crying in her lap. You weren’t sure what to do, haven’t ever seen the powerful, older woman so vulnerable before. You just instinctively wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t… didn’t know what to do… I thought if I came to you…” you rambled, now feeling guilty for having brought this to Liz.

“Hush… none of that… ssnot your fault.” Liz breathed out in sniffles, accepting your embrace and pressing into you even more, “I know she’s not… my real daughter but if anything happens to her… I… I don’t know what I’d do…”

You two sobbed in each other’s arms for a while. It was only when someone came banging on Liz’s office door with no sudden warning that the two of you jumped apart and off the couch. You went to unlock the door and storming in came a furious Rita.

Rita wouldn’t even hear it from you. She took your phone immediately. All the way back to the squad room, the car was silent between the three of you.

Casey had figured out that you had run away, and she had immediately called SVU. They had divided and conquered all the places they thought you’d go. And the second Liz wasn’t answering her own phone, Casey knew that was where you had gone.

Back in the squad room, Munch began analyzing your phone. You sat in one of the detectives chairs, fidgeting and bouncing your leg, under Rita’s intense gaze. She had made you tell the team everything that had happened. She was not going to let you slip away again. Over her dead body.

Liz immediately threw a fit and started ordering people around. After looking at the files that Olivia and Amara had compiled, it took her five minutes to put it together. Liz found a perp who had escaped jail, whom Olivia had interrogated, Rita had represented and lost, She had judged, and Alex had prosecuted and won.

The second the team had their perp, they began canvassing possible areas. The man leased a piece of warehouse property near the river as it was discovered, so that’s where everyone rushed to go to.

Everyone was on edge.

“I’m gonna go!” You exclaimed to Rita.

“No you are not!!” She shrieked back.

“Why not?!! She’s the love of my life!!!” You yelled, tears running down your face as you screamed.

“Because she might be dead, Y/N!!!!”

Practically the entire squad room went silent at this. They all stared at you and Rita. But quickly, they all began their work again, and the team ran out to the location to find Alex. Both Rita and Liz held you back as you fought to get outside and in a squad car. But they held the upper hand. You collapsed in both of their arms, desperate and exhausted, completely out of energy.

The team did indeed find Alex, although she was barely breathing. They immediately sent her to Mercy’s, where Rita and Liz already had you there waiting. You sat in the waiting room, in between the two woman, shaking and fidgeting restlessly.

Hours went by with no update. Eventually, it was all too much for you. You leaned against Rita’s shoulder for some comfort and before you could stop yourself, you were falling asleep.

“Y/N, love, wake up…” Liz gently woke you, making you snort lightly as you came back to reality.

She was offering you a hand, which you eagerly took to stand up. The nurse came up to you.

“You may see her now. One at a time please.” The nurse told the group of you.

Everyone looked at you and pretty much all agreed in unison and with mere looks that you would be the person going in to see her first.

You entered the hospital room, and immediately came up to Alex’s bedside. You felt relief wash over you that she was here with you and that she was okay. You held one of her hands as she came to.

“Mmm heyyyy…” Alex said in an extremely scratchy and hoarse voice, her head turning slowly towards you.

Tears of joy began to spill out and down your cheeks. You squeezed your wife’s hand lovingly.

“Hi Lex…” you whispered, “How are you feeling…?”

“Like someone pumped an entire pharmacy through me…” Alex groaned lightly, “mm pretty sure I was drugged… most of the time I couldn’t move or speak…” her tone got sad and overwhelmed, as tears started to form on her sapphire eyes.

“Hey hey, it’s okay.” You comforted Alex, who met your gaze again, smiling at the sight of you, “You’re safe with me now, that’s all that matters…”

Alex lightly squeezed your hand now as she smiled. It would be a long road to recovery, but the important thing is that you would be with her every step of the way.

Her squeeze on your hand faded, which you just attributed to the blonde being tired. But then her eyes closed… and then you couldn’t hear her breathing. You jolted when the heart rate monitor started going off.

Suddenly, there were 4-5 hospital staff members in the room, pushing you aside. You stood in the corner of the room, with your hands over your mouth, silent tears flooding down your face. You heard the designated coding sound come from the machine, and you collapsed onto the floor. Everything went numb.

You could vaguely hear a nurse giving you her condolences. You didn’t even reliaze that you were walking out of the room until you stood in front of the group that loved Alex the most. You were violently shaking, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Liz was the first own to come up to you, to see what was wrong. And Liz was the first one to understand… You fell to your knees and cried into your hands, not caring anymore. You’d lost the love of your life, your wife, your everything.

Liz looked more emotional and out of control than she’d ever been. She kept stammering that it couldn’t be true, but once a doctor came out and told the entire group the news, Liz let out a distraught wail, covering her face in her hands as she sobbed. Casey immediately buried herself in Liz’s embrace which Liz of course accepted. The last thing you remember about that day was Rita coming up to you and embracing you on the floor…

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Alexandra Cabot Masterlist

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hocuspocusbabyy · 4 months ago

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Cherry wine - Calex

‘Alex calls in a favour, Casey isn’t

impressed. Angry wives.’

Originally posted to Ao3, but I’m trying to be a good girl and put content on both 🙂‍↕️

“If this was Mondrich, I will kill him, I swear.” Elliot stated, as he paced around the DA office. Their case had been held for lack of evidence, following their biggest lead - a car belonging to the perp being ‘lost in transportation’.

“We can’t just throw accusations at Mondrich.” Olivia countered, her arms crossed and tight against the arms of her suit jacket. Stood firmly behind Munch’s chair. The oldest man simply takes in the facts and flips through a ream of papers.

“A lot hinges on whether we believe this is a mandated move or something else. Right now our best plan of action is damage control, then pointing fingers.” Alex sighed, hands flat and firm against Casey’s desk.

“Who else would benefit so much from a move like this? Without that car Mondrich walks.” Elliot argued.

“We can’t be sure of anything without an investigation.” Olivia voices.

“I want Casey as far away from this as possible.” Alex mumbles, her eyes flicking to a frame on the desk which lay flat against the grain. No image to be shown.

“It’s her case Cabot, we can’t just push her out.” Fin tries, suddenly feeling sluggish as the blonde simply glares in his direction.

“Well you best get out looking then. When it's Casey, you have to be really fսcking sure.” The Blonde sneered, her fingers flexing upon the wood.

“You're getting divorced.” Olivia stated as a matter of fact. Frittering away on her phone, writing a media response about the incident.

“No, we're not.”

“Casey says your marriage is over.” Munch tagged on, leaning down to read yet another article on the incident.

‘Child trafficking ring case stalled over lack of evidence.’

“Have you ever been married?” Alex snapped, the sullen look upon her face akin to all other worldly horrors.

“What the fuck was that?” Casey frowned, pushing the office doors harsh against their hinges. The slam of metal on concrete echoed and flinched at the skin of the lookers.

“An indiscretion.” Alex wages, the only one to meet Casey’s gaze only to shine beneath the wrath. A moon to planets which worshipped the sun. Unwavering, unforgiving, unforgettable.

“What happened?” Olivia spoke up, her gaze flickering between the two.

“I just had my arse handed to me by Liz fucking Donnelly asking me about lost evidence. I mean seriously how the fuck does one lose a car in an impound lot?” Casey all but growled glaring directly at the blonde, “That’s not the best part though, no the best part was when Liz told me a star witness had been ordered to walk hours ago, before we’d even got to trial.”

“Okay, shitty but what does that have to do with Alex?” Elliot asked after a beat, nervously bopping from one leg to another.

“Oh you don’t know?” Casey laughed, her hands braced at her hips. “Alex called in a favour.”

“What kinda favour?” Fin perked up, slowly sliding a couple of dollars over to Munch.

“The kind where perps walk in favour of a bigger agenda.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Alex attempted, pushing her glasses into her hair.

“I don’t care how it was, what the hell am I to tell the press? Sorry My Wife snuck out and called her uncle? And then lied to me about it?” Casey argued, the tension clear by the ridgid plains of her shoulders. The joints jostled up and down, grinding her will.

“Everyone really has to stop saying it's the Mondrich. It wasn't Mondrich.” Olivia deadpanned, picking lightly at the name.

“Well who the hell was it then?”

Olivia shrugged, “ask your Ex-Wife” there was an emphasis on the former.

Casey could merely gape at the prospect, her rage simmering as the door creaked open - a polite yet unnecessary knock followed.

“Bill Harriman on line four for you Ms Novak” Gregory, her assistant states his head edged round the door - shielding.

Casey worried her lip, fingers drumming against the bones of their hips and gaze settling upon the telephone. Most importantly the bright red light that indicated someone waiting.

“Let it ring out.” Alex deadpanned, as though she didn’t give a damn if Casey listened to her or not.

“I can’t just—-“

“Don’t pick up Casey.” Alex ordered, Elliot’s hand coming to grab Casey’s placing down the phone as she scowled at the blonde.

“Case, if we don’t find that car Mondrich will walk, give us till the morning At Least.” Elliot stated, capturing Casey’s attention.

“You have twelve hours before I throw this case to the wolves.” Casey stated, head and palms turned to the ceiling as though finding a religion could have them now. She couldn’t help but feel envious of those with a faith, gods, planets, partners… just something to lay trust in, to soften the blow. Her hands worked down to land at the waist. “Let's just try our best to spin this shit show, thank you everybody.”

“Excellent, I’ll call Cragan first thing in the morning.”

“I’ll call Liz before then.” Casey promised, her eyes turned in frustration towards Alex; a silent demand that they stay put as everyone shuffled papers and took their leave around them.

“I’ll put in a word with Narcotics, see they’ll keep a look out for us” Fin stated as he opened the office door.

“Thank you Fin” Casey sighed, exasperated as Munch moved around the desk. A comforting hug to her right shoulder as he left. The rest following close behind him.

The door was barely closed when they spoke again. “As soon as this shit is over, get on some plane and not be here.” Casey demanded, simply too tired to argue further. That’s all they seemed to do now, argue with one another.

“You’re looking good, baby.” Alex complimented charmingly, a hand finding rest within her back pocket as she poured a glass of vodka across the room.

Casey rolled their eyes flopping down in a chair, “That's because nobody here lets me eat a carbohydrate.”

“Well, it's working.” The other woman smirked, leaning back against the bar cart observing.

“I'd rather be dead.” Casey complained lifting her legs onto another chair, flexing her feet within the heels.

“I will bring you soup tomorrow.” Alex started walking towards them, handing off the vodka before gently lifting their legs into her lap and sitting down.

“Alex.” Casey warned as the other woman gently eased the heels off.

“Shhh.” Alex hummed, her thumbs working at the soles of Casey’s feet.

“Jesus Christ.” Casey groaned, attempting to pull her foot away, only to give up frustratedly when Alex refused to let go. Her hand wrapped tightly around Casey’s ankle.

“You have so thoroughly fսckеd with my head, I can't do my job if you are within a 100-mile radius.” Casey flopped back, a hand dragging up across her head, taking to fallen pieces of hair between their fingers.

“I don’t see how you being unable to do your job is my problem.” Alex shrugged innocently, kissing the metatarsals of Casey’s foot.

“You called your Uncle, Ace, you didn’t trust me to do it. It's not a panic move. It was a premeditated dіck move.” Casey argued.

“It was effective.” She mumbled against Casey’s skin.

“Making me look like a fuckwad in front of my boss is not the only way out. Is it really the first thing you tried?” Casey asked leaning forward to nudge Alex with the glass.

“It was like the 80th.” The blonde stated, retrieving vodka and taking a sip.

“And if it doesn't work?”

“You have a plan.”

“This was a move. It's not the final destination.” Casey argued, allowing the older woman to tip the glass against her lips.

“Liz is thinking of resigning.” Alex sighed, using her thumb to catch a fallen droplet at the side of Casey’s mouth before leaning back her hand running up and down their legs soothingly.

“God you’re like a bad fucking penny.” Casey groaned, stretching out further, her skirt sitting in the most awkward position but she was comfortable.

“They want you to replace her.”

“What?” Casey asked in horror, jerking her legs towards herself.

“Amero dropped the ball. You picked it up.” Alex defended, holding up her hand as the redhead began pacing the room.

“You did this” Casey accused, the stress visibly crawling down from her shoulders and she twisted miserably. “All your meddling, you were making problems because you knew I’d feel compelled to fix it!”

“I made him look like an idiot. It was a dіck move. Was it the wrong dіck move? I lack experience.”

“No, you don't. I lack experience in this role, I panicked and did what you would do because it's the first thing that popped into my head.” Casey argued, crouching over to grasp her knees. “I’m going to be sick.”

Alex sighed, leaning down from her chair to meet Casey’s gaze, “have you eaten anything today?”

“No.” Casey grumbled, Alex's gentle hand upon her back being an irritating comfort.

“Come on. Up.” The older woman demanded, tugging Casey’s waist. “Come on baby.”

“I just need, like, a yoghurt. She argued weakly, leaning back against her wife… ex wife?

“I'm not getting you a fսcking yoghurt.” Alex laughed, guiding her towards the staff kitchen. “Okay.” The blonde breathed, as she opened up the fridge. Pulling Casey up close to look in too. “fսck, look at them tarts.” She swore appreciatively.

Liz had a habit of ordering too much food for big meetings.

“Is it cheese?” Casey asked, reaching forward to grab the treat.

“No, no.” Alex barked smacking Casey’s hand gently before passing her a different tart, “Atleast get one that's already started.

“This one's started.” Casey mumbled as she took a massive bite.

“Unbelievable.” Alex whispered, shaking her head as she bent down and took a bite of the tart. “Mm! Oh, my God.”

“Right?” Casey grinned, brushing the crumbs of pastry from Alex’s shirt. “fսck. I'll grab some cheese.” Casey stated as Alex walked around the island to find some wine.

“Get some of that spinach stuff too.” Alex shouted bent to get the vintage she wanted.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Did you get it?” Alex asked as she walked back towards the older woman, Casey’s arms piled with food.

They moved effortlessly in the kitchen, one passing items to the other, cleaning each other’s mess. All those years of friendship and intimacy were clear as fresh water.

Casey ached for it.

“You know the wine cellars in this house are older than some nations” Casey smirked, reading the label of the wine as Alex offered it up to her for a decision.

“I didn't.” The other woman smiled simply enjoying the inner workings of Alex’s mind, full of random facts and observations.

“Bottled history. Some are rancid,” Alex jokes, Casey snatching the bottle from her and walking away from the kitchen.

“Make yourself useful and bring the stemware.” She shouted back over her shoulder.

They made it back into Casey’s office, Alex waltzing ahead with their hoard and laying it out on the coffee table. Unbuttoning the first three buttons of her shirt and removing her jacket to roll the sleeves, meticulously filling the wine glasses as Casey flopped down on the couch.

It was times like this, Casey struggled to distinguish between the two. The Alex she married and the one she’d dealt with the last six months, the tyrant, meddling… work Alex.

The Alex that never came back to the DA after her time witsec.

Judge Alex Cobot. Not Novak.

They were separated. They worked together.

“So listen.” Alex started clearing her throat and handing her a glass. “I threw you under the bus, but I think it worked.”

“I'm so relieved, oh mighty saviour!” Casey rolled her eyes, “how ever can I repay you?”

“You’ve gotta fucking get over it Cassandra. We're a great team. You may not see that right now, but I do. We are great together. Shit, don’t look at me like that. I'm trying to say something, so let me. I don't know how you're gonna take it and I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. You don't have to... What I'm trying to say is, I need you.”

“I know. I feel it too.” There’s a sickening look of hope thrown her way, the kind she’d so often fallen prey to. “But I can't think when you're in the same room, Alex. I can barely breathe, us working together just proves time and time again we can’t do both. This isn't something that we can act on. Today was the perfect example, you’re too defensive, you interfere. I can’t do my job properly when you’re already two steps ahead paving the way… I’ve… I’ve got to do it alone. You can’t always save me.”

“We can salvage this.” Alex admits grasping Casey’s hand within her own.”Buttonhole Amero as soon as he arrives and you talk him out of the lunch with Mondrich's defence.”

“You need to leave.” Casey groaned, the grip on her skin, burning.

“Eat something. You've been bottoming out.”

“You made an inappropriate outreach to a higher power and allowed a perp to walk on a case for which we have no evidence. You made an investigation exponentially more difficult. You still have clothes in my closet and I... I can't think straight or analyse information or provide objective counsel. I am begging you Alex. Go.” Casey argued, cheese tart crumbling at the side of her mouth.

“Casey. Baby. Let's talk about it.”

“We’ve done enough talking Ace, Jesus Christ, eight months in therapy and we still ended up here. If we talk any more surely we’ll run out of syllables.”

“I can't leave. I'm so sorry Casey.”

“I don't want to hear this shit anymore!” Casey frowned, brushing off her skirt.

“You can't divorce me.” Alex declared as Casey stood to pour herself a glass of water, the wine seemingly already clouding her head.

“Oh get a fսcking grip! We decided that months ago.”

“Casey, Liz is going to resign. They want you to replace her. We can't be divorced.”

“Close your mouth.” Casey whispered, unable to meet the other woman’s gaze.

“Turn your head.” Alex counted, her warmth suddenly against Casey’s back and grasping her hand. “This is it, the empire we have always dreamed of. Novak and Cabot… together.”

It had been a long time since they held hands. Casey remembered the beginning, Alex’s powerful, warm hands swallowing hers up, kissing her knuckles when no one was looking.

They held hands when they were married, that afternoon in the courthouse, a clandestine ceremony weeks before they told anyone. But somewhere along the lines they stopped. Before she decided they'd divorce, before Alex had lied.

Now they held hands again, palms pressed together, fingers intertwined and locked in place.

“That’s it,” Alex cooed, “That’s a good girl, Cass, just let me take care of you.”

Over the years they’d come to know one another’s bodies intimately, yet it still felt horrifically vulnerable that Alex could make her fall apart so quickly and easily. Alex was well studied in human nature, and Casey was her favourite subject.

“You get wound to tight without a regular fucking baby,” Alex said, between kisses pressed to the curve of her throat. Casey's back flush against her as she mumbled in their ear. “Remember what I said? My new role? It could be like this all the time, I work for you, I worship you… no meddling, no lying.”

“And you’ll do the DA Christmas speech?” Casey asked, breathless yet cunning in her mind. As arousal slowly started to cloud her. If she was going to let this happen, she’d rather get a leg up from it.

Alex gasped at the question, aware of the trap, the firm curve of the redhead leaving little room for complaint.

“Okay, maybe you can bribe me into the speech," Alex sighed. Her breaths sounded loud in her own ears as Casey leaned back on her, a hand creeping into the locks of her hair: she could smell her perfume and sweat and shampoo, her heart sped up.

There was always something so purely indulgent about Alex’s scent. Heady and beguiling.

Alex wasn't used to this anymore. She would have thought that sleeping in the same bed with Casey, having sex again and eating breakfast with her would be enough at least for a while, but obviously she would have been wrong. One night wasn't enough, or else she was still too aware of the imminent threat of losing her forever.

"If you don't want to wear the blue dress at the gala," Alex said, glancing over at her garment bag that hung on Casey’s office door, "Maybe you could try it on here...? See what it does for your--"

Before the blonde could finish the sentence, Casey had slapped her.

Alex’s eyes flew open and her cheek stung. The pain was a relief, here, in private, with Casey’s body facing her, pressed into her through flimsy shirts. They had done this before, on purpose, but it had been months or years; long before Casey started talking about divorce. Maybe that was why she couldn't get over things anymore, because they hadn’t stopped.

"You want to finish that sentence?" said Casey. Her voice was low and studious, as though talking to a child. Alex could never figure out if the fact that she could do it on purpose in bed meant it was intentional the rest of the time, too.

Alex smiled at her. "For your tits," she lingers, her lips so close to Casey’s, she could practically taste them, it wasn't a surprise when she slapped her again.

Alex’s hand flying up to capture Casey’s.

“Play nice,” she whispered, but as soon as the final syllable had fallen from her lips Casey had occupied her mouth with her tongue, kissing her fiercely, backing Alex into the desk with such intensity that she knocked a pile of letters to the floor.

“I hate you,” Casey said, between kisses, the smile on Alex’s face, seemingly oblivious to Casey’s irritation. She tasted bitter and smoky, the thick, fragrant tang of spirits, and when she raised her hand to clasp Casey’s cheek she did so with a ferocious intensity; it felt more like a slap than a caress. She winced.

“Still want me on that plane?” She said, as her other hand ran over Casey’s shirtfront, tweaking Casey’s nipple through the fabric. Grinding herself into Casey, the desk skidding backwards with each thrust. Casey tried to maintain her austere expression, but a chuckle was bubbling in her throat and Alex’s hands had already made their way to her backside.

“You always have questions,” Casey slurred against the older woman’s lips. "You want to be partners," she said. "You don't want to be my trophy wife. Fine. However I believe some practice in obedience would do you good.”

"To love, honour and obey, Mrs Novak.”

"Uh-uh Cabot-Novak," Casey Whispered. "You can start trusting me - and not trying to run the show behind my back. Right now though, you can close your eyes and stay still.” The last was punctuated with a firm placing of Alex's hands upon the desk. Casey’s nails glued to the flesh of her wrists, her fingers flexing against the grain before being forced flat.

Alex couldn’t help but crave her like this, the flush of colour anger brought to Casey’s face, the tousled hair, and the way the skewed shirt showed a hint of Casey’s chest.

"Keep your hands still" Casey ordered, breathing hot against the blonde’s ear as she pressed a kiss to it.

"Mmm," Alex smirked, squeezing her eyes shut harder as Casey raked her nails up the seam of the blonde’s thighs. Groaning as Casey buried her face into Alex’s neck.

"Fuck, you are going to kill me one of these days.” All rosy and lips flecked with an odd purple hue, glaring at the ceiling as if it had offended her, Casey’s lips paving over the edge of her throat.

She bit her. Unforgiving and cranial, the flesh lurking beneath the redhead’s teeth.

Alex groaned, disorientated by the conflicting sensations. “You’re a brute,” Alex said as Casey lapped across the wound and across her chest.

“And you’re a pain in my arse.” She debuted before sinking her teeth into the bulk of the blonde's shoulder. Alex felt the skin split with a sear, as she cried out, wrenching Casey’s head from her shoulder. Something gripping her jaw so tightly anyone would have thought it might crack, but that only seemed to spur Casey on. As she went back for another mouthful, daring her to stop them with all the might in her hands. A harsh red glow encapsulating them.

“You moved your hands.” Casey whispered teasingly, nails firm against Alex’s neck as she curled the strands of hair around their fingers.

“No I didn’t.” Alex deadpanned, a confused look gracing Casey’s features for a brief second before she was knocked flat on her back.

Casey let out a gasp as Alex perched atop of her on the floor, her body crawling across Casey’s bones, the invisible force pressing her down as she observed them. Lips swollen and smeared with her blood.

Alex giggled, her face hovering above as her tongue etched across the outline of Casey’s mouth, falling into place as she sucked upon their bottom lip. As though she were a drought and her the rain. She took Casey for all that she had, and still yearned for her. The red hue falted around them, Casey’s hands racing to grasp the back of the older woman’s head.

They kissed, for longer than any two species should remain connected without air. Only pulling away when their vision began darkening.

They stared at each other for a moment, chests heaving, two sets of fierce eyes latched together, the dark side of twin moons relieved to have a break from relentless sunlight, and Alex felt her chest constrict.

“Casey - ” she started, but she placed a hot palm over her mouth.

“Don’t speak,” Casey begged, thumb drawing across her wife’s top lip, pulling at the inking of conjoined saliva before licking it from her cupid’s bow. “Don’t - don’t speak, just— show me.”

Alex shot upwards, taking Casey in her arms and sucking the rest of her blood from her tongue, both moaning, the sweet iron droplets coating mouths as though sunlight and salt water, all other worldly things they’d grown to miss about one another.

“Let me stay,” Alex said, and the glare she sent her way was a poor cover for what Casey felt. The older woman pushed the hair back from her face and scratched lightly at the crown, studying her, pupils frantic and pleading, begging her to pull the wool over both their eyes.

She bent down and pressed kisses along Casey’s jaw, her hands secure as she knelt with Casey on top of her. She couldn’t help but nuzzle into the size of her wife’s face nibbling at her cheek.

“I really do love you, you know,” Alex sighed, after a beat. Her nose flat against Casey’s neck breathing her in, the tension seeping out of their conjoined limbs, Casey’s lips stung where they had split, bruised and battered skin pressed flush together on the floor of her office.

“I love you too.”

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Bullshit corner:

If any of you cuties give a shit, I’ll be posting part 6 of ‘One more day’ this week!

Also send requests, I’m off work from 10am tomorrow till the 1st?? Unheard of.

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simps-4-russian-assassains · 6 months ago

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Nobody has asked but here’s my head canons of what instrument each character would/‘ve played if/when they were in high school… basically high school Band AU (? I have no idea what I’m doing)

Elliot Stabler: Trumpet (look at that man and tell me he doesn’t look like he would play the trumpet, like come on his posture screams that plus of course military but I digress)

Olivia Benson: Bass Clarinet (her mother feels like she wouldn’t allow her much choice in which instrument she could play. So her choices would be either flute or clarinet becuz her mom wouldn’t want to deal with the noise. And so she picks clarinet but then highschool comes around she’s starting to want to distance herself from her mom and the band needs a bass clarinet… two birds one stone)

Melinda Warner: Saxophone (She’s a part of the group, but she feels slightly separated. You don’t worry about her becuz you know she can do her job. She gives the cool energy of the quiet saxophone kid that kept the band together. *Fun Fact, she is what inspired me to do this whole list becuz I watched the episode where it’s mentioned she was Air Force and just immediately knew she was in the Air Force Band*)

John Munch: Percussion/mallets (dude gives he learned piano as a kid and so can do mallets, and he gives vibes of percussionist that you have no control of his attention in the back of the room *He’s talking about his conspiracy theories* the vibes are there)

Odafin Tutuola (can’t spell it): Percussion/Toys (he gives crash cymbals… idk what to say, he looks like he’d be able to do the cool tricks *how he got his nickname, cuz the cymbals are his fins* and his relationship with Munch screams the old married couple of the section)

Alex Cabot: French Horn (look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think Alex *Hi, Uncle Bill* *Nepo Baby* Cabot wouldn’t play a stick up the ass instrument? But also play it so beautifully, and she gives the vibes dammit)

Rita Calhoun: French Horn (same reasons as above but also throwing in her and Alex’s friendly rivalry always fighting over first chair)

Casey Novak: Percussion/Trap Set/Quads/timpanis (Ok so she’s a bit more complicated. The swagger? Gives percussion. Her passion? Personality? Gives more then one drum at a time. And so I had to have one per season of band *Marching, Jazz/Concert, and Concert* I’ll include headcanons at the end if you need some mental imagery)

Amanda Rollins: Flute? (Open to contestments, only started rewatching SVU and so haven’t rewatched newer seasons yet, I can be persuaded on anything with her)

Sonny Carisi: Drum Major (the way he holds himself, and his presence within the squad, he’s a multi trick pony *Detective and ADA*)

Rafael Barba: Bass Drum (His presence is solid and consistent. He himself doesn’t necessarily need to be loud, he’s a constant solid beat, constantly moving them forward.)

George Hyuang: Clarinet (he reminds me of people I went to school with who played clarinet *In a good way* more evidence later on.)

Donald Cragen: He’s the director (obviously he’s the one in “charge”, he just gives director energy *its the dad energy* but when he was in band he play percussion specifically the toys, like triangle and cowbell)

Liz Donnelly: PTA Mom/Trombone (When she was in school? She played trombone, it fits the vibe of her being a girl/woman trying to fit in a stereotypical “boy/men” role. And I can see her trying to showboat act tough with it… idk I can talk more about what I mean but ��🏼‍♀️. But she also gives extreme PTA Mom vibes. But like in the way that she’s actually in charge, she’s keeping everyone alive. In the “well Cragen won’t care that much’ ‘but Donnelly is gonna kill us”, idk I see her with her 80s hair with a turtle neck sweater with a “I’m with the band” t-shirt over it, doing all the extra stuff… she’s band mom)

Lena Petrovsky: Choir Director (has to deal with their shenanigans, if needed can reign students in, must chaperone on most trips. She hates them, but she tolerates the few kids that are in both band and choir)

I’ll happily take suggestions… on most of them… I’ll hear anyone’s opinion about it

#law and order svu #olivia benson #casey novak #alex cabot #elliot stabler #odafin tutuola #john munch #Liz Donnelly #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #calex #high school band #band au

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caseynovaksecretgf · 1 year ago

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LIZ ADA`S MOM

Casey: "Cool, thanks mom"

Casey: "Why is everyone staring at me?"

Elliot: "You just called Liz “mom”

Casey: "No I didn’t, I said thanks mLiz"

Liz: "Do you see me as a Mother figure, Novak?"

Casey: "No! If anything I see you as a bother figure cause you’re always bothering me"

Alex: "Hey! Show your Mother some respect."

Casey: "I didn’t call her mom!"

#casey novak #alex cabot #liz donnelly #law and order svu #incorrect quotes #b99 #elliot stabler

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lizdonnelly · 1 year ago

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bodyache

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, smut, a dash of mommy kink for good measure

Summary:

You said, you said "Turn the lights down, I wanna be alone" I read your head away I couldn't stand how it pleaded, I needed to take Take a break, take me down, take me down there I wanna stare at the tears, how they watered your years

Based on a request for f!reader reassuring a vulnerable Liz.

---

"Santa leave her in your stocking as an early Christmas present? Wouldn't necessarily say you qualify for the nice list, Elizabeth," Arthur Branch chuckled, motioning towards you with his glass.

You felt Liz's grasp tighten on your hand. From the corner of your eye, you could see her head tilt in the tell tale manner it did whenever she was preparing to unleash a verbal ass beating.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Counselman. Heard you're quite the saint, yourself," you piped up with a facetious smile. "Curious how your daughter is staying back in Georgia with her mother again this year. Can't imagine why. Airfare must be too expensive these days."

Lena Petrovsky snickered.

Figured. Corporate types loved when an outsider said what they all couldn't. You were thankful for the bits of gossip Liz fed you over your coffee dates, as it was easy to weaponize them in times like this.

Next to her, a taller woman shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She adjusted her narrow black frames and studied Liz, as if judging whether or not it was safe for her to laugh as well. Out of all the suits stuffed into the swanky bar that evening, she somehow looked the most out of place, ducking out of the way awkwardly whenever a waiter slid by.

"What's it you do again, Miss? Are you one of the ladies that takes my blood when they wheel you into the ER?" Arthur jabbed. "I thought you had to be at least 16 to get a job around here. Mercy General must've fallen on hard times."

Ah, the good ol' age joke and a sexist joke to boot. What a BOGO. You knew his back was against the wall now.

"Really now, Arthur," Lena said, rolling her eyes.

"No, he has a point. I often confuse phlebotomists and trauma surgeons," you said lightly. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake."

---

Later in the evening, you found yourself sat in a booth across from the leggy blonde.

Snowflakes were beginning to fall outside, flurries catching in the light of the streetlamps. The music in the bar had quieted down, replaced by the sounds of the Manhattan DA's office trading stories and looking for any opportunity to climb the corporate ladder.

Your attention, however, was caught by Liz. Typically bold and brash, she seemed to hang on the periphery of the crowd tonight, sandwiched next to Lena. She said very little.

"Don't beat yourself up, you should be proud of the way you handled Branch."

You turned to face the woman, whom you learned was named Alex.

"How do you do it?"

"What, deal with him? Lots of Ibuprofen. He's that way with everyone."

"No," you paused, gesturing to the crowd with a loose straw you picked up off the table. "All of this. This whole ecosystem. It'd drive me nuts."

"The type of people who get to this level fought to get here, fought for nights like this. It's why we put up with law school, all those pro bono service hours..." she trailed off. Alex picked at her salad. "Liz isn't any different."

"She can turn it off, though."

Alex's brow furrowed.

"What?"

"Sorry, I'm only used to the Liz Donnelly who breaks down the door to my office whenever she catches wind that my position on a case differs from hers."

You grinned, thinking about how her short, blonde locks bounced whenever she was marching around the brownstone in a tizzy over something that happened at work earlier in the day. It occurred to you that the cause of those occasional outbursts must've been the woman sat across from you.

"I'm glad she's found someone," Alex said softly. "For all the shit she gives me, I've heard she's had it rough in this business."

"What lawyer doesn't, besides the ones that scoot by on family ties?"

Alex bit at her bottom lip.

"I assume the past 30 or so years haven't been the kindest to women, let alone those that... go against the grain."

---

"Yo, you catch the babe in the dress over there? Heard she's the one 'doin' a Donnelly' now," the paralegal snorted. He adjusted his quarter zip with a swell of pride as the other young men around him laughed.

Something in the pit of Liz's stomach turned at the phrase that still circulated around the halls of the DA's office.

She feigned interest in whatever Lena was rattling on about next to her. Gardening, her English bulldog Petunia, the new developmental milestone her grandson had hit a startlingly early age. Take your pick. None of it mattered.

"What's a chick like that doing with Donnelly? There's gotta be a good 20 year difference between them, at least," another one chided. "In it for the cash?"

"God, you couldn't pay me to deal with all that feminist, liberal bullshit."

"I think you're safe, man. Everyone knows that cougar's not coming after you," the other snickered.

Liz snapped her head around. Lena paused.

"Elizabeth?"

"Have a good night, Lena. I have to go make a call."

Liz slipped through the crowd towards you, leaving the judge confused, but altogether indifferent.

---

The ride back to the brownstone was unusually silent.

Typically, the drive back from one of her work events consisted of Liz recounting how "that motherfucker was saying an awful lot for a man who cheats on his wife with his clerk", or how "that public defender at the bar is the one I told you about who keeps getting hit by her repeat offenders". They were boisterous little getaways from reality that you loved sharing with her, thankful for a glimpse into what her world really held.

Not so much this time.

Liz's arm was limp around your shoulder, and as you studied her face, you noticed her wide brown eyes preoccupied with watching the moon from outside the town car.

It hung high above the city, fat and pale.

Snow crunched underneath the tires.

You squeezed her hand.

She gave you a half-smile, a million miles away.

---

Once inside, Liz flicked the lock on the door, took off her coat, and retreated into the depths of the hallway that led to her home office.

Your eyebrows rose.

Although there hadn't been any fighting you'd witnessed break out at the bar, something must've transpired. It was unlike Liz not to be pressing you into the wall, eager to shuck your dress off as soon as you both made it back. Stranger still, the attorney was rarely one of few words.

Badgering her to open up didn't strike you as a method that'd be successful. Years of learning how to maneuver through conversations with resistant patients throughout medical school and, more recently, residency had taught you better. Elizabeth Donnelly would be yet another test to your bedside manner, you thought as you padded up the stairs.

So be it.

When you reached Liz's bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom, collecting some of the tea candles you'd brought over a few weeks earlier. Soon, they littered the surfaces of the end tables on either side of the prosecutor's bed and along the ledge next to the tub. After lighting each of them, you rifled through the drawer she had started letting you keep your clothes in.

You searched with the aid of the wavering flames of the tea lights until you felt terrycloth slide through your fingers. Your bathrobe. Liz would have a black silk one somewhere in her closet, which proved easier to find in the dim light than you thought it would.

Off came your dress. You missed the feeling of Liz pressing up against your back, her breath heavy against the back of your neck as you heard your zipper come undone. As you discarded your bra on the floor along with your panties, you felt yourself ache for the way she'd slide her hands around your back to cup and massage your breasts.

You steeled yourself.

No matter how much you missed her touch, you wouldn't be feeling it until Liz crossed whatever bridge she was stuck on.

You folded her robe neatly at the end of the bed, and headed into the bathroom to draw a bath.

---

Liz sat in front of her computer, scrolling aimlessly through a redlined document that wouldn't matter until the following week. Her eyes scanned the paragraphs, watching the words slide off the screen.

Anything to keep her mind off the feeling in the pit of her stomach would be a welcomed distraction, even if it meant numbing herself to her surroundings.

The ghosts of the voices from the douchebags at the bar whispered at the edges of her consciousness. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Fuck.

"Honey?"

Liz opened her eyes. The words on the screen blurred together into a tangle of symbols.

You reached over, thumb swiping at the power button on the monitor.

Liz felt her office chair spin.

She looked up at you, mascara and eyeliner smudged. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"Come on," you said softly, gently taking hold of her hands. "Let's get you upstairs."

"I'm not in the mood tonight, sweetheart, I'm sorry..." she trailed off. Her voice was hollow. Worry grew in the back of your mind when you noticed she couldn't hold your gaze.

"I know. I'm not expecting anything. I think you need to wash up. It's getting pretty late," you said slowly.

Liz withdrew a hand to wipe at her eye, nodding.

---

You led her upstairs, grounding yourself mentally once more when she was quiet at the sight of the candles.

Wordlessly, you handed her the silk robe, and began easing her arms out of her blazer. You could tell she was confused, but she didn't resist.

"Thank you," Liz muttered.

You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She shuddered.

Confidence growing, you pressed your palms against her shoulders, and walked her into the bathroom where the tub waited.

"You're an angel, really," she sighed. "I don't know why you put up with someone like me."

That was it.

"Someone like you?" you played along, watching closely as she slid into the warm water with you. You moved to sit behind her. Had she been herself, you knew she'd fight you on that, but here and now she allowed you to wrap yourself around her back and pull her into your arms as you shifted up against the wall of the tub.

She sniffled.

You ran a warm, wet hand through her hair. Liz leaned into your touch.

"Someone my age."

"When has that ever been something I said I didn't care for?" you asked without any edge to your voice. You pressed your thumbs into the muscles that lined her shoulder blades now, massaging at the tension you felt rippling under her skin.

"Doesn't mean you couldn't be thinking it."

You laid your forehead against the back of her head.

"Liz, you're better with words than I am. I know there's nothing I can say to prove to you that I really don't care about that."

She hummed as you rolled your hands over her shoulders.

"Well, your tactfulness is proving exactly why they all loved you tonight."

"You know how honored it makes me feel that Arthur Branch likes me, my entire night hinged on winning him over," you teased.

Liz's body trembled slightly in your arms as she laughed at this.

"He's a jackass, Liz. I don't care if he or the judge thinks I'm too young."

"I know," she said, her voice quieting again. "It's just that...seeing you light up the room does make me wonder."

Instead of responding, you leaned down to press a kiss to either of her shoulders, allowing her space to finally speak her thoughts.

"There was a group of boys eyeing you up while I was talking to Lena."

"A group of twentysomething year-old Vineyard Vines proto-lawyers, wow. Just about the only thing more enticing than talking to Branch," you snorted. You could tell Liz smiled to herself at that.

"We have those types at the hospital. It's funny, there's a lot of crossover between your world and mine. Well, in terms of the undesirables."

"That why you're not with some other hotshot young doctor?"

She stiffened. You planted featherlight kisses across her jaw.

"I like my food well-seasoned, so to speak. And female, at that."

"You like your food 'female'?" Liz snickered. She still kept her eyes shut. You could tell that although a few bricks had been removed, the wall she built around herself still remained.

"Hey, I told you you're the one who's good with words here," you giggled. "But I know a better way to show you what I mean."

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You led Liz, legs hot and leaden with exhaustion, to the bed.

Knowing that she wouldn't cooperate with being pushed onto her back, even in the state she was in, you patted the edge of the bed.

She acquiesed.

You leaned down, cupping her cheek. Her lips met yours hesitantly. You pressed deeper, teeth tugging at her bottom lip before you dropped to your knees.

Liz's breathing grew heavier. You trailed kisses down her chest, stopping to pop one of her nipples into your mouth. She moaned at this. Soon, her fingers wound their way into your hair. You move to suckle at the other nipple, watching as she pivoted to help ease it into your mouth.

"Mmmph..." you groaned, mouth full of her.

She kissed at your forehead.

With a wet pop, you released her nipple from your mouth, trails of saliva dribbling down her chest and your chin as you continued your way down, peppering her body with open-mouthed smooches. Feeling her shudder and groan caused the ache that throbbed between your legs to grow.

"Goddamn," Liz swore from up above you as you began lapping at the wetness you were glad to find between her legs like a kitten before a warm bowl of milk. You moved to let her drench your face, never able to get as close as you wanted to be to her. Your nose rubbed at her clit, which in turn led her to tighten her grip on the back of her head.

You looked up between her folds to find her staring down at you fondly behind heavily lidded eyes.

Getting closer.

Not looking away, you moved to wrap your lips around her clit, tongue stroking along the length of it.

"That's it, sweetheart," she panted now.

You tongued and sucked at her eagerly, pressing into the hips she began to roll against your face, until you felt her body freeze as her orgasm rippled over her. You moaned, moving to lap up as much of her as you could.

Rising to your feet, you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled.

"Well-seasoned, told you," you teased, chest rising and falling.

Something shifted in her gaze, and the attorney tilted her head towards the bed.

"Lay back."

You listened.

Soon, you fixed your eyes to the ceiling, head comfortable on the pillow you knew she preferred sleeping on. The waning flames from the candles danced along the walls, the smell of sandalwood and lavender from the tub still heavy in the air.

She nudged between your legs, moving to climb atop you.

A wave of anxiety floated across your mind, almost as if you were making love for the first time all over again. It was something in the way she regarded you. Tenderly, hesitantly. So unlike what people knew her to be.

You steadied your breathing as she leaned down to kiss you. Surprisingly, her tongue slid readily into your mouth. You felt her begin to stroke at your nipples. You reached up, pulling her head closer to you to deepen the kiss, your thirst for her mouth all over yours something she hadn't quenched.

She pulled back, smiling at your sounds of protest.

"Greedy," Liz teased.

"I can't help it," you groaned from beneath her. "I want more of you. All of you."

One of her fingers busied itself between your folds now.

"All of me?" she countered. "You don't want some young gun bedding you?"

At this, she slid it inside of you, slowly beginning to pump. For as much as you were trying, you felt your grasp on what remained of your patience slip.

"Lizzie, come on..."

"And what?"

You groaned, feet running up and down the sheets. Her movements were maddeningly slow, never quite full enough, deep enough. She knew this.

"Fuck me. Hard. Claim me like I know you want to," you panted.

Liz shifted.

You gasped as you felt her lift your legs up onto her shoulders. It was nothing, though, like the way your brain spiraled like the suds around the drain when you felt her run the tip of her strap along the edge of your hole.

Liz leaned forward, pinning her hands to your wrists and pressing them into the mattress. She bucked her hips forward, and a moan escaped your lips as she filled you.

The attorney thrust in and out of you with a ferocity you hadn't felt from her yet, let alone from anyone, despite how hot-blooded she had been with you in the past. Not allowing either of you a chance to catch your breath, hers came in hot, ragged puffs over your face. You couldn't break away from her gaze, which poured over you with an intensity edged with a certain sense of resolve.

She needed this. Needed to know you were hers to hold, hers to bed.

With each stroke, she nailed at that spot inside you that melted your brain, deep and heavy. There'd surely be bruises in the morning, but you weren't able to think that far ahead anymore.

"I'm the only one..." she huffed, "the only one who gets to do this to you."

Your heart thumped between your ribs, threatening to snap them apart and claw its way out of your open chest.

"Say it."

You could barely hear her above you.

"Say it for me, darling," Liz repeated, appearing to be riding close to her own orgasm as well, no doubt from the way the base of her strap was rubbing against her.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Blood thumped in your ears.

"Fuck...please, mommy...please...Iet me cum..."

Your heart dropped as you felt her studder in her motions. Eyes snapping open, you realized those words you whined weren't kept within the confines of your own head.

"Oh god, Liz, I'm so sorry, I-"

Something behind Liz's eyes darkened.

She covered your body with hers, tongue cutting you off as she roughly bucked once, twice, three more times to send you both careening into the waves of pleasure that erupted across each of you. She bit at your lip hard, drawing blood. You groaned. Hands groped across sweaty expanses of flesh, unable to grasp enough.

When you finally parted, the fog had cleared.

The prosecutor's shoulders were set firmly. Though her chest still rose and fell, the look in her eyes was wholly her again, albeit with a certain eagerness blooming within their depths.

"Don't apologize for that. Ever."

A weary grin spread across your face.

Relief, sweet relief.

Your heart bounded happily. She picked up one of your hands, kissing each knuckle.

"Satisfied?" you asked, shifting to slide beneath the sheets.

She patted your thigh.

"More than you know."

#elizabeth donnelly x reader #elizabeth donnelly #liz donnelly #liz donnelly x reader

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specialvalentinesunit · 1 year ago

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#svu #incorrect svu #law and order svu #svu shitpost #incorrect quotes #casey novak #liz donnelly #novelly

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kremblor · 5 months ago

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Look, I get it..... actors can't always be in every ep ... but what was Olivia busy doing during the Kendall kidnapping that she wasn't right beside Elliot and Casey getting sued and having to be represented by Liz Donnelly?

Come on you know Olivia "I will do anything for victims" Benson would have not needed encouragement from Casey to interfere with that kids custody situation.

#law and oder svu #svu #liz donnelly #casey novak #elliot stabler #i love liz standing up and immediately emphasizing their titles to #she did not hesitate to represent them and she was all dont tarnish my kids names #like she really adopted the whole SVU squad due to Alex

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safficranger · 11 months ago

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S04E11 Damaged

#alex cabot #alexandra cabot #liz donnelly #elizabeth donnelly #svu #law and order svu #rsc

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spoicybean · 1 month ago

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Write? ME!? 🤔 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

Should I start writing something??? Idk I’m obsessed with fainting tropes so I might just mainly focus on that. Idk. Should I??

Well if I do end up writing it will be for the characters that I have tagged. It could be more gay…let me know if I miss out on any older woman characters that I definitely should not as a certified Tumblr gay. If not gay characters then the reader could be the daughter of gay characters.

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hocuspocusbabyy · 5 months ago

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Doctor My Eyes - Calex

‘What if Casey and Alex worked in a hospital’

Alex is a surgical resident > Casey is a paramedic.

Alex will often be leaving her night shift as Casey arrives > Casey washes the ambulance whilst blasting music for the entire hospital to hear.

Casey always makes a point of waving at Alex as she climbs into her mustang > far too nice to be paid for on a residents wage.

Casey thinks Alex is adorable in her scrubs > Alex can’t help but watch Casey’s tight shirt when she’s loading up.

Eventually they learn one another’s schedules > Alex goes out of her way to get coffee from the cart closest to Casey.

Casey can’t believe her luck the first morning she saw Alex Cabot, stuffed into a stupidly tight pencil skirt ready for her MCATs.

She’ll often serenade Alex playfully < Annoyingly around the hospital. Walking up behind her at the coffee cart and singing into her ear.

C: ‘Doctor, my eyes.’ A gentle gasp escaping Alex at the intrusion. The coffee cart attendant > Moe, eventually starts making song requests for the next day.

C: ‘Tell me what you see’, Casey leaning over to put a lid on Alex’s coffee for her.

C: ‘I hear their cries’ mumbled mostly to herself as she tears open a sugar packet with her teeth.

Taking a sip and turning sharply back to the blonde, giving a perfect smile before walking away > ‘Just say if it's too late for me.’

Alex basically lives at the hospital > Casey often finds her sleeping in on call rooms.

Casey has a dog that forces her to go home at night. They sometimes see Alex on her morning run whilst out on a walk.

Alex loves Wally > she’s never had a pet before and having one now would be ‘cruel’ because of her schedule.

Alex’s godmother, Liz is head of cardiology > Alex is next in line.

Casey works the rig with Fin most days > They often show up with coffee for the doctors.

Liv is a general surgeon and Elliott is a trauma specialist > He requests Casey scrubs in where she can.

Alex openly flirts with Munch in radiology to get scans quicker > she often pulls favours around the hospital for Casey.

Casey has a habit of bringing in people without insurance > Alex catches her sewing up patients numerous times.

Casey dropped out of the program after Charlie died in her intern year > Elliott convinced her to try out first responding.

Alex will always scold her work and take over > Casey smirking because the ‘Ice Queen’ has a heart. She couldn’t let that little girl go home with a scar just because Casey was in a rush.

They’ve stayed up through the night together, working in the non profit clinic.

Alex starts to enjoy hearing Casey sing at the end of their corridor. Casey loves to watch Alex work with kids > 40% of clinic was vaccinations.

The blonde makes up a story and has the children finish them. > Casey takes to writing them down.

She’s an Alex Cabot fanatic.

Alex thinks Casey is an utter dream boat > watching her joke with their elderly patients. One of them thinks she resembles a young Sophia Loren.

Alex starts listening to bands Casey recommends > Casey makes Alex tell her stories like the kids.

They are often found sleeping near one another in the morning. Casey braids Alex’s hair.

Alex invites Casey for drinks with a group after a huge solo surgery > Casey keeps a stupidly lacy vest in her locker.

Alex offers to wait for Casey to change, the group going ahead to get a table.

Casey can’t stop looking at Alex in straight leg jeans and a v cut top > her perfectly crisp, girl next door cardigan on.

Casey covers Alex noticing by taking her glasses and ‘cleaning’ them on her shirt.

Alex scrunching her nose as the redhead taps it gently.

Alex sitting on the benches, swinging her legs as Casey roots through her locker > claw clipping her hair.

Casey turns round to Alex looking at her > She’d been drinking out of a flask in the hospital car park with Liv once the surgery was over.

Casey takes a chance, leaning down. Arms either side of the blonde.

C: “You know all that time spent studying the human anatomy, you’d think it would bore you some.” Her breath is warm against Alex’s cheek, which reddens.

A: “I can’t help but look at beautiful things”

C: “So the starring problem, you’re just a magpie?”

A: “I do not have a staring problem.”

C: “Oh so it’s just exclusive to me?”

Alex merely frowning, folding her arms with a huff.

C: “Little magpie.” Casey whispered, the tips of her fingers drawing at the underside of Alex’s jaw. “Alex.” Casey pauses their lips almost touch.

A: “Yeah Case?” > Ft. Doe eyed Alex Cabot.

C: “I’m going to kiss you now.”

A: “Finally” > sighed out by Alex who’s already wrapped her arms around the other woman’s neck.

They don’t make it to the bar, or home. They wake up the next morning, on their day off, in the on call room.

They try to sneak out of the hospital, without seeing anyone from the group > Fin catches them at the trauma bay doors.

Liv’s left a teasing message on Alex’s answer phone. > Elliott paged Casey a winky face when he saw them leaving in a car together.

Alex wordlessly gets out of the car when ‘dropping’ Casey home. Casey does not question when the other woman simply curls up on her couch > half laying upon the dog.

Her winning surgery had been 14 hours long > she regretted wanting to party more than sleep after.

Alex just doesn’t go home, the whole weekend. > Casey keeps finding excuses to keep her near.

They can’t keep their hands off each other > which proves tricky at work.

Munch is ‘heart broken’ to hear about them dating > Both his ‘work wives’ together.

They have to disclose their relationship within three weeks together after Liz catches them in the fourth floor closet… Again.

Casey convinces Alex to take on a second residency with paediatrics > she’d skipped a few years in high school, so she already ahead for her age.

Casey will often wash Alex’s car whilst she does the ambulances > Liv complains that she doesn’t do her’s too.

Liz starts showing up in the Ambulance bay to ‘observe’ Casey > scaring the fuck out of her. > Alex insists it means she ‘likes her’.

Alex still had a staring problem.

C: “Slow down Magpie”

Casey plays on the hospital softball team > Alex will wear a jersey and watch from the side lines. Alex yells when she thinks the ref is wrong.

Alex will ice Casey’s body after a game > ‘recovery is important’

Casey showers with Alex every morning after her run in exchange.

Alex proposes in that same locker room four years in, after Casey almost got herself killed by a psych patient. She was emotional and it just sorta came out.

C: “I was just trying to help” > her throat has red finger marks dyed upon it. She’s pulling at the flesh in the mirror, Alex is so mad her own fingers itch.

A: “I need you to be more careful” > she’s chewing a hole through her lip.

C: “oh yeah? Not sick of me yet Cabot?” Casey is poking at her fattened lip. Turning to a pouting blonde > Kissing her gently.

A: “I need you to be more careful.” The blonde insists holding the other woman’s face to her own.

C: “Okay?” Casey frowns in concern, kissing Alex’a head. “Anything you want baby.”

A: “Anything?”

C: “Anything.” She agrees pulling the other woman up to hug her.

A: “Marry me?” Alex would whisper right up against her ear > Casey’s says yes and they slow dance in the locker room.

Singing gently in one another’s ears.

#Spotify #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #alex cabot x casey novak #casey novak x alex cabot #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #casey novak #suv #law and order svu #olivia benson #liz donnelly #calex #hocuspocusbabyy

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ihaveathingforwomen · 11 months ago

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Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 2 - Masterlist

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Casey and Alex's spark catches onto their friends. When Casey's birthday comes along, Alex's guard begins to unravel.

A/N: The collage includes Casey's outfits that were mentioned in this chapter, as well as the flowers, restaurant, and Alex's office. :)

Casey’s meeting with her professor went as well as she could’ve hoped. They discussed the files of course, but then moved on to more personal topics. They discussed Casey’s summer at the DA’s office, her classes, any recent interests, and so on. Alex always enjoyed hearing what Casey had to say. It was nice to not hear her thoughts for a while, and Casey’s voice was always soothing. Casey also enjoyed getting to talk with Alex, she always seemed to want to know more about her. Though, she also thought that Alex seemed a little guarded.

After their first meeting, they began texting regularly. At first, it was a few messages exchanged about the group of students that Casey was helping, or about the way Alex wanted a topic approached, but it slowly morphed into more. Now, the occasional good morning message, making plans for lunch or dinner (of course to discuss class content), or points of common interest. When their discussions strayed from coursework they discussed their favorite books, some movies, and tidbits about their friends & family.

Further into the semester, Alex’s infatuation was becoming intoxicating. Casey would come to her office when she had a long break between classes and they’d talk more and more. If she didn’t make it in during her break, she’d text Alex to see if she’d mind her coming by when her classes were over in the evening. Alex never did mind, of course, as she didn’t have any family to go home to. By the time she arrived in Alex’s office, it was close to five or so, and Alex had guessed that Casey was probably hungry. She always offered to get takeout for them, but the first few times, Casey declined. After that, Alex started ordering it anyway in anticipation of Casey’s visit.

They would often stay late into the evening, their conversations effortless and their shared silence comfortable. Eventually, Casey would say she had to get home and would insist she walk. The time change hadn’t come just yet, so Alex reluctantly allowed it so long as Casey texted her when she got home. After she left this particular day at the beginning of September, Alex could feel her mind spinning. Casey’s perfume lingered in the room and her voice in Alex’s head. After ensuring the door was locked, Alex leaned back in her office chair, her hands wandering over her thighs. Her mind’s eye swam with fantasies of the sweet redhead.

This evening, Casey had worn a black leather jacket, a sleek black t-shirt, and a subtle silver necklace with a circular pendant. While it hadn’t required much effort, Alex thought that the outfit complimented Casey’s coloration very well. With her head resting against the top of her chair, she thought about meeting Casey in a bar as she wore the delectable outfit. She saw herself coming up behind her at the pool table, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her neck. She could hear Casey’s soft moans in her ear, her hand in her hair, and her ass against her hips.

As her hands climb further up her thighs and deeper inwards, a knock sounds at her door and she pulls herself from her fantasy. Flustered, Alex sighs as she goes to unlock her office door. On the other side, her colleague stands with a quirked brow.

“You look like hell,” Liz states as she moves past Alex and sets her stuff down.

Alex sighs and blinks slowly as she closes and locks the door once more. Her fellow professor and close friend, Liz Donnelly, takes a seat in Alex’s leather cushioned office chair. She discards her blazer and starts shedding her pantyhose. Alex watches, arms crossed as she observes the older woman’s casual beauty.

“Thanks,” Alex tells her sardonically. “What are you comfortable with?” Alex asks her as she studies the woman, who continues removing items of clothing, though inconspicuous as they may be. With her pantyhose and blazer gone, she maneuvers into her shirt and unclasps her bra, then proceeds to unbutton a couple of slots on her blouse. Content with the remaining amount of clothing, Liz shoves the discarded items in her bag.

She looks up at Alex with a cool gaze, smirking and shrugging as she responds. “Anything, as long as you tell me what’s got you so hot and bothered afterwards.”

Alex’s eyes scan her friend from top to bottom, slowly, as she picks up every detail she admires. While Liz is a close friend and has always been a sort of wise mentor, they’ve found a keen attraction to each other more times than they care to remember. Whenever Liz had been advising a particularly difficult case, or either of them had been working long hours, or Alex had been emotionally dysregulated, they took the time to ease each other’s stress, so to speak.

Alex takes a deep breath as she approaches the older woman and lowers to her knees. “You have yourself a deal,” and with that, the deal was sealed as Liz leaned down and cupped Alex’s face, pulling her into a warm kiss. Alex’s hands slid up her knees and to her thighs, gripping softly as she spread them. When their kiss lessened, Alex parted their lips and made her way down Liz’s neck, licking hot spots as she went. Meanwhile, her hands released Liz’s thighs and raised her skirt, gripping her hips.

As Alex’s hands wandered, so did her lips, making their way between Liz’s breasts. Liz tangled her fingers in her blonde strands and groaned softly, telling Alex how good it felt. Alex’s meandering fingertips made their way to Liz’s underwear, maneuvering them to the side and running her fingers through Liz’s wetness.

Their relaxation session continued to heat up, and so did Alex’s mind. Typically a rather focused lover, her mind would be solely on the body before her, but today it was elsewhere. When her lips found Liz’s skin, her mind perceived it to be Casey’s, soft and supple. Where she heard Liz’s moans, she heard Casey’s tone in her mind, breathily moaning Alex’s name. When her fingers slipped inside of Liz, she imagined the action being committed to the younger woman. Though distracted from the individual at hand, Alex’s skill did not waiver. Instead, it seemed she was more passionate than Liz was used to. Their sexual encounters tended to have a casual nature to them, often utilized as a means of stress relief or mental stimulation, rarely ever was there passion or affection. Neither of them minded of course, as those were the agreed upon terms. But, it did give Liz an insight into what could be going on with Alex.

Post climax, Liz kissed Alex gently on the lips, then forehead, and then brought her into her arms for a moment. Before letting go, she took a second to whisper in Alex’s ear, “you did so well for me, Alex.”

The praise brought Alex’s mind to a calmer state and a light blush to her cheeks. While comforting, it did snap her out of her delusions of Casey in her grasp. She smirked as she took a seat in front of Liz, on top of her desk. “Thank you,” she began, “I’m sorry I messaged you so late.”

“Don’t apologize, Cabot. We all have our needs. Now-” she started, legs crossed as she leaned back in the chair, buttoning her shirt back to its presentable state. “Tell me. What’s got you so needy?” She sounded as though she was teasing, but Alex knew she was being genuine.

Liz stared at her with concerned eyes, anticipating the response. She’d thought maybe Alex was contacted by an ex, or maybe she was just particularly stressed, or perhaps she’d been advising an ADA on a rough case. But it was obvious that it was something emotionally tethered to Alex. Hesitant to divulge her secret, Alex’s eyes drifted to the floor and she took a few shallow breaths as she thought.

“I have an ethical dilemma…” her eyes scanned Liz’s face for any sign of disappointment.

Fortunately there was none, “Okay, on with it.” Liz smiled, trying to ease Alex’s nerves.

Alex cleared her throat, brows shooting up apprehensively. “Well…I like someone…” Alex took her time trying to gather the words. She feared that her affection towards Casey could get herself fired, and could potentially result in Casey being dismissed from the institution.

Liz, impatient as ever, tried to coax Alex out of her fear. “Tell me about her, what’s she like?”

Alex smiled, it felt like she was finally able to gush about her crush. It reminded her of high school, making her cringe a little bit as she continued. “She is incredibly intelligent,” she sucked her bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile. “She seems to care about me and is interested in my life. I’m really invested in hers too, of course.” Her eyes bore into the distance as she went on, “spending time with her is effortless and enjoyable. I don’t feel like I have to pretend. If I…” she shrugged in thought, “turn off my face or my tone is flat, it doesn’t bother her. She just seems to understand. She enjoys walks, plants, animals, thriller movies, and mystery novels.” Alex let a chuckle slip, grinning as she thought of more interests. “She likes poetry, I don’t know if she knows that I know that.” Alex closed her eyes for a second, feeling silly for how she sounded.

Liz realized that Alex truly had feelings for whoever this woman was. She felt happy, even a bit excited for her friend, that she had found someone. It had been so long since she’d seen Alex so happy. “I’m happy for you, it sounds like she’s a great person for you.”

Alex groaned and held her face in her palms, pressing hard in frustration. “That’s part of the problem,” she croaked through her hands.

Now, Liz furrowed her brow and tilted her head as she considered Alex’s statement. “Why is that a problem exactly?”

Alex unburied her face and crossed her arms tightly against her chest. She bit the inside of her cheek as she withdrew her eyes from Liz’s gaze. “She’s a student…” she whispered.

Liz screwed her eyes shut for a moment, “come again?”

“She’s a student,” Alex said a bit more confidently, coming to terms with the issue at hand. “I know I shouldn’t have let myself get so attached. I should’ve distanced myself as soon as I realized what was happening,” she shook her head, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “I just can’t stop thinking about her,” her tone suddenly turned dismal and her demeanor dropped.

Liz gave her a sympathetic look, deciding now was the time to stop asking for further details. “Look, Alex,” she started her lecture, leaning forward to place a reassuring hand on Alex’s knee. A sigh precedes, “she’s not a first year, right?” Alex laughed and shook her head, “then I think as long as you adhere to ethics as much as possible, you’ll be fine.” She leaned back in the chair, “Personally, I’d wait until she graduates. But, if the feeling is mutual, you are both adults. You could probably manage to keep it under wraps long enough for her to finish her degree.”

Alex nodded, she hadn’t expected this kind of response. She was almost thankful. Her view of the potential outcomes had been bleak and based solely on school policy. She hadn’t really considered the real world attributes of the situation: they are both adults, as Liz pointed out, their age gap likely isn’t as large as one would guess, and she was close to graduating. If anything were to come from Alex expressing her feelings, they could wait. Her impulsive nature thought that keeping it a secret may be more favorable, though.

After their discussion, Alex felt far less guilt about her feelings. In fact, she was beginning to feel them much more intensely. During her meetings with Casey, she felt lighter. There was more laughter, more subtle touches of their hands, more lingering glances, and more flirtatious comments. Casey still held reservations, unable to believe that this woman could like her back and that the feelings were just as intense for her too. Despite her apprehensiveness, she did start to notice the uptick in kind gestures, touches, glances, and more. She made a special note of it when she had to cancel their standing Friday lunch plans.

That morning, she’d made a plan to surprise Alex in her office, as she still wanted to see her. A light rap at Alex’s door made her jump, but she happily called for her visitor to come in, not looking up from the papers she was grading. Waltzing through the open door, Casey smiled wide, her short red hair just barely brushing her shoulders. Today, she adorned a thin black shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and exposed shoulders, matching black slacks and boots below. Alex glanced up at her visitor, and Casey happened to catch her pupils swelling as she stared.

“Well, good morning,” Alex’s smile shimmered and Casey felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she smiled back. She set the bag of donuts and two cups of coffee on Alex’s desk, “what’s the occasion?” Alex asked as she inspected the feast before her solely with her eyes.

Casey, nonchalant, shrugged and smiled as she sat down and started opening the bags, allocating the different flavors to whom they belonged to. “No occasion really, though I do need to tell you something.”

Alex slowly pulled her donuts towards her as she watched Casey’s face carefully. Her heart didn’t know whether to sink or flutter as she thought of a number of things Casey could need to tell her. She couldn’t think of what would include donuts and coffee, though. “What’s wrong? Everything okay?” Alex asked her, her smile fading slightly.

“Oh yea, everything is okay,” Casey reassured her. She took one of her donuts, a chocolate cake donut with glaze, and took a bite out of it. “I won’t be able to have lunch or dinner with you today,” she told her with a sad look on her face.

“Oh,” Alex said, furrowing her brow and sitting back to pick at her glazed donut. She ran her tongue over her lip, trying her hardest to not act disappointed. “Do you mind if I ask why?”

Casey exhaled, calming herself. She hadn’t realized how anxious she’d been to tell her. “Not at all…” she started, taking another bite. “My friends are taking me out for my birthday tonight and I planned on going home early to get ready.”

Alex felt her mind halt. Had Casey told her that her birthday was this week? Or even this month? Had she forgotten? Part of her voiced that she wasn’t obligated to celebrate, as she was just her professor after all. But the other part of her, the one that wanted to please Casey every day, screamed in frustration. She tried feverishly to hide that frustration.

“You didn’t tell me that your birthday was this week!” She giggled, almost forcefully. “Wait, is it today?”

Casey nodded, a blush rising to her cheeks. She would never tell Alex that she could tell she was flustered, she thought it was sweet. Something she’d definitely be telling her friends later. “Yes, it is,” she giggled back.

“Why did you bring me a gift then? Thank you by the way,” Alex told her, forcing a nonchalant approach to the situation.

Casey licked one of her fingers clean, Alex tried not to pay any attention to it. “I feel bad for canceling on you,” Alex stood on the tip of her tongue. Ever since they started talking everyday, she found it difficult to not spew her name aloud. It still felt sinful to say, but less sinful to think. Unless it was in her fantasies, of course.

“I feel bad for not remembering your birthday, Case,” she told her, shoving a piece of donut into her mouth to keep her from rambling and apologizing.

“You shouldn’t,” Casey told her, sipping her coffee. “This is you remembering. I told you, you have breakfast with me, and the celebration is over,” Casey stated awkwardly. She decided to back it up with a comment of a potentially flirtatious manner, “I couldn’t not see you on my birthday, after all.”

Alex avoided Casey’s green eyes and stared at her donut as she picked another bite off, grinning. “I’m still going to make it up to you,” she took her lip between her teeth. Casey started to gather her belongings and set out with her coffee.

“You don’t have to, really. I didn’t expect anything from you,” again, Alex’s name hung from her tongue like a noose. Alex raises her eyes to watch as Casey slowly backs towards the door.

“I know,” a deep breath, “Happy Birthday, Casey.”

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That evening, Casey’s two best friends showed her a wonderful time. They went out to one of Casey’s favorite Chinese restaurants where the tables had lazy susans built into them for ease of family style meals. Casey, Melinda and Charlie gorged on their favorite dishes and engaged in conversation about their current courses. Casey and Charlie attend law school together, going slightly different routes for their courses as his career interests cater more towards corporate law and hers lean towards criminal justice. Melinda, their core friend from undergrad, attends the University of Oregon’s School of Medicine. Despite their busy schedules, they managed to make time for each other’s birthdays.

None of them had much time for relationships, of course. So it was blatantly obvious when Casey continued speaking about her professor that there was more to be told.

“Soooooo, Casey, I think you should tell us who you’re crushing on right now,” Charlie teased.

Her face immediately turned red and her jaw fell a bit as she attempted to stutter out a protest. “Oh come on, don’t try to deny it,” Melinda taunted, “You’ve mentioned her so many times tonight alone. Not to mention when we call, too.”

Casey turned red in the face and screwed her eyes shut. She crossed her arms on the table and rested her head for a moment, groaning audibly. Finally raising her head, she took a deep breath and shook her hands out. “You guys can’t tell anyone,” she demanded.

They both nodded, “everyone we would tell is here,” Charlie joked.

A smile spread on Casey’s face, comforted by her friends. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, avoiding their eyes as she spoke, “it’s a professor.”

Charlie rolled his eyes, Linda still listened intently. “We guessed that. What professor?” He asked impatiently.

She turned and looked at him with mischievous eyes, “Professor Cabot…”

His jaw dropped and he quickly covered it with a hand. Linda tilted her head, “okay, non-law person here, please give me more details,” a nervous laugh escaped her throat.

Casey turned towards her, about to speak, but Charlie beat her to the punch. “Cabot was a badass in the District Attorney’s office, absolutely legendary when it came to criminal prosecution. But, now, she’s the local ice queen for our batch of law students,” he turned towards Casey with an apprehensive look on his face, “she doesn’t strike me as queer though.”

Casey rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek as she fought a grimace. “Look Char, I know you have the best gaydar in the world, but could you give me a little hope?”

He chuckled and Melinda tapped the table to get their attention, “Give us some insight, babe. How does she treat you?”

Casey sat up straight in her chair, “well,” she began with a poised tone. Charlie and Linda leaned forward as though watching a movie intently. Casey lost the battle against the huge smile that found its way to her cheeks as she thought about her professor. “We see each other nearly every day, sometimes multiple times a day. We always say it’s to talk about my duties as her fellow,” she fluttered the word, “but we usually end up talking about everything. She always asks about my day and my interests, and she tries to learn about them too.”

Charlie clicks his tongue, leaning back in his seat. “Maybe she’s just bored. What else?”

Casey knew Charlie was teasing, but Linda still smacked his arm. Casey makes sure her gaze moves between both of them as she continues, “Lately, I’ve been noticing more touching.”

“Touching where?” Charlie asks, practically chomping at the bit, his chin resting on his hand.

She looks away from both of them, “my back, our hands,” she mimics the movements with Linda’s hands across the table. “Sometimes, if we’re sitting next to each other while we’re at her desk, she’ll touch my knee.”

Charlie was blushing now, covering his mouth in excitement for his friend. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere now.”

“Has there been any flirting?” Linda proposes.

Casey nods lightly, her mind now running through everything Alex has ever said to her. “She compliments my outfits, mainly the ones that expose skin. She doesn’t mention that though, it’s just what I’ve noticed. When I don’t straighten my hair, she notices and compliments it. Oh, and,” she begins excitedly, tapping her finger on the table. “She never asks anyone for help with the crosswords, not even the internet. But, she asks me. The couple of times I didn’t know, she told me I was a ‘good girl’ for trying.”

Charlie brought his legs into his chair and covered his face with his arms, his eyes wide. “That’s kinky,” his words were muffled by his sweater.

She and Linda laughed at him, “without seeing it in action, I’d have to say that she likes you.” Melinda has always been skilled at reassuring her friends, even the ones she used to date. She remembered how difficult it was for Casey to see the signs that she had liked her, she could only imagine how clouded it was now that it was someone older and seemingly out of reach.

As she said that, Casey’s phone pinged. It was the first time she’d noticed it all night, turning it over and checking the preview of the messages. Her face lit up immediately and her friends leaned over her shoulders to see what she’d been sent. She leaned back in her chair, keeping her phone away from her friends’ watchful eyes. With shaking fingertips, she opens her phone to reveal the message, her heart fluttering as she reads.

Prof. C.: thinking of youAttached: 1 image

The image displayed on her phone was that of one of Casey’s favorite plants. The pacific bleeding heart was a favorite, not just for the name, but its resemblance to a vulva, pink and bulbous. She very vaguely remembered mentioning this little fact to Alex ages ago, she couldn’t even recall what they were discussing when it came about. Based on the photo, it seemed that Alex had gone to a plant store and taken the photo there. Casey grinned and took her lip between her teeth, squeezing her phone tightly for a moment. As she calmed down, she handed her phone to Linda first.

She studied the image for just a moment, “that’s really sweet.”

She passed the phone to Charlie, “that’s really gay.” He handed the phone back to Casey and patted her on the back, “I think your gaydar is right, Case.”

Casey stared at the photo, trying to figure out what to say to her. Impulsive thoughts along the lines of I love you and I could kiss you came to mind first. Of course, trying to ensure she’s able to graduate, she steered clear of the affectionate responses.

Casey: Those flowers are gorgeous! Where did you find them?

A small wave of sadness passed over her as for a moment, she felt like her dream was within reach. Ignoring the pain, she returned to her friends. The night went on and they discussed other things: a little more about Alex, more about classes, and some family gossip. While they talked, Casey would occasionally take a moment to check her phone and respond to Alex. Alex told her the store she’d gone to, but explained that it was their last one and it was on hold. Their conversation continued well into the night, even after Casey had arrived home.

Alex had been anxious all day, scouring department stores and specialty stores in search of something just right. When she finally came home, it was nearing midnight and her responses from Casey had mostly dissipated. Her exhaustion allowed her to give way to her impulses and she sent a well thought out birthday message to Casey.

I hope you’re sleeping well and that you read this in the morning. I really appreciate you and I’m glad that I have had the privilege of getting to know you over the last two years. You are dear to me and I hope you get to be part of my life for a long time. Happy Birthday, Casey

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