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it ain't love if it don't hurt | vampire!c.novak × a.cabot | mature content

alex is having a tough day, and according to olivia, casey is too. going to visit her quickly divulges into something else entirely- in short, they have sex. thank you to @hocuspocusbabyy for sending me playlists so I could find the right song for the title !!

warnings: mature content, vampirism, dom!a, powerbottom!c, consuming blood as a fetish, masochism, hair pulling, slapping, biting, explicit sexual content, masturbation, cunnilingus (a receiving), minor descriptions of an SVU-typical case

Seeing the woman she was increasingly fond of on the ceiling- literally staring down at her from the ceiling- was not exactly what Alex Cabot had expected when she came into Casey Novak’s office to check up on her. She wasn't quite sure what she had expected, but it was definitely not that.

Working with homicide- well, being the bureau chief- was tiring. The majority of her ADAs were barely competent- alright, perhaps that was cruel, but today she wasn't particularly entertained by their shenanigans. She had people to report back too and cases to close, and although sometimes she enjoyed the mentor role, today she would prefer not to have to hold Steele’s hand through what should be a routine procedure.

The early morning quickly transitioned, through a neverending blur of meetings and notes and preparations, to mid-day, where she stopped only briefly to choke down a sandwich at her desk before diving straight back into the flurry of activity and scolding people who weren't moving fast enough for her liking. Today was a busy day and she did not take kindly to people acting as though it wasn't. There were things to do, cases to account for.

In reality, somewhere in the late afternoon, she realized the stress was mostly only on her end. There were mornings when she woke up and felt more responsible for the mishaps of everyone she was in any way related to, and there were days when she felt a greater sense of urgency than was really warranted. Still, she kept working, and kept snapping at people for no discernable reason.

The sun had been long set when she was still going through reports and case files, reviewing the work of the people below her and wondering how she’d have to explain some things to the people who she felt were always hovering over her shoulder. The DA had been kinder to her recently once she had adapted more properly to the political aspect of homicide- but still, unless she scrutinized every sentence with a hawk’s attention, something might jeopardize her standing, and she wouldn't risk there.

She felt rigid today. Her muscles felt tense, more so than was comfortable, and her back was stiff. She had little patience and even then wasn't exercising it. It was good that the majority of everyone else had vanished- if more people kept bothering her today with nonsense, she might take the manilla folders she had stacks on her desk and hit someone squarely in the forehead with them.

When someone actually knocked at her door, she was ready to do exactly that- she felt beyond exasperated with no exact reason why. But the person in the doorway was someone she liked, so she settled back with a small smile on her face instead.

Olivia gently wandering into her office caught her by surprise- not because Olivia did not come into her office frequently, but because Olivia hardly ever came into her office gently. Alex could swear there was a dent in the wall from Olivia shoving the door open, forgetting her own strength and loudly proclaiming her arrival. She looked tentative, confused, as though something had caught her off guard.

“Alex,” she said slowly, as though she was hesitant to really ask this, “Have you spoken with Casey today?”

“I haven't had the time to talk with anyone I haven't been either blowing smoke at or scolding,” Alex sighed, leaning back in her chair and running her hand through her hair, careful not to disrupt her glasses. “Why? Something happened with her? You two argue?”

Olivia hesitated, sliding casually into the chair across from her desk and drumming her fingers on the armrests, hunched forward as though conspiratorially.

“We had a case today, and she had a lighter caseload, so- well, you know Casey. Insisted on riding along.”

Alex pursed her lips and jerked an eyebrow. Yes, she knew Casey had a tendency to show up herself, process crime scenes and make an appearance in investigations personally when she had the time too. Alex preferred to use the spare few minutes she had to prepare things, but if running into gunfire and watching beatings helped Casey get into the right headspace, well … people did stranger things, didn't they? Even if Alex could never understand her affinity for it.

But still. She wasn't in the habit of entertaining bad mouthing about Casey.

“If you came here to complain about her, you’re in the wrong place, I’m quite busy, Olivia-” Alex said smoothly, tucking a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear and glancing up at the detective from the piles of paperwork she had laid out before her.

“No, not like that,” Olivia shook her head, holding her hands out complacently. “I’m worried about her.”

That caught Alex’s attention, so she stopped and placed her pen down to signal Olivia was now more in focus than she had been before. Olivia seemed mildly uncomfortable with the shift, rubbing at the inner corners of her eyes.

“There's been this string of attacks recently, male prostitutes, and they always seem to be … well, Warner’s working on it now with the medical examiner’s office, but we always find them alive, and then they go … insane. Melinda’s hypothesis is a mutated string of rabies, or something like that, or some weird drug reaction, but the tox screens and blood samples always come back clean- they keep dying of starvation.”

“Okay,” Alex murmured, “Terrifying- I’m assuming that's being hidden from the press right now. What does that have to do with Casey?”

“So, we’re forwarded the information from a 911 call- this guy, similar type as the rest of them- and also completely hysterical. He says something happened to him. So, Cragen sends Elliot and I to go check it out alongside the EMTs, and Casey comes with us.”

“I’m following,” Alex prompted when Olivia paused to breathe.

“He was in a hotel, and he was armed. Gunshots went off, and all the people in the rooms around him were trying to get out of the building, so- I don't know. I thought she had left with the police ushering the worried people out.”

“But she didn't? Is she okay? Where is she?”

Alex’s eyebrows furrowed immediately, standing up as if to immediately order a taxi to the hospital or Casey’s apartment or wherever else the auburn-haired woman might currently be. Olivia shook her head quickly at the sight of Alex’s urgency, quickly quieting her with, “No, she’s in her office right now-”

“So what happened?” Alex snapped, quickly losing her patience at this storytelling if Casey was currently in some sort of danger or emotional distress.

“I don't know,” Olivia snapped back, similarly out of patience. “She was gone for a while and then was just back in her office when El thought to go looking for her- but she won't talk and I don't know what's wrong with her, that's why I just thought I’d ask if you knew.”

“Well, I don't.” Alex huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, still standing. Her eyes flickered irritable around the room, any sense of being soothed by Olivia’s presence quickly fleeting from her mind, before nodding to herself and coming to a conclusion.

In her irritability, she’d gotten far more done today than she necessarily had too- she still had more to do, but no one would need those documents for another few days.

She had time to march herself into the sex crime ADA’s office and coax her into either giving up some kind of information or at the very least be able to conduct some kind of wellness check.

“I’ll go find out, then,” she muttered briskly, leaving her coat draped over her chair as she marched out of the room, leaving a now also annoyed Olivia behind her, still sitting in her desk chair as she stared out at the woman vanishing down the hallway, blonde hair flowing around her shoulders as she saw herself out of her quarters.

Any trace of any emotion was instantly dissolved out of her mind, like throwing a cup of tea into waves crashing over the ocean, once she was inside of her office, staring up at green eyes that blinked down at her from the ceiling.

The lights had been off, but Alex could see the briefcase on the desk and the coat on the coat rack, so she assumed either Casey was inside or would be back shortly. She spent enough time idling in her office. She decided that, if Casey did mind that Alex was in her office unattended, she wouldn't be once Alex explained she was concerned about her.

But she heard a faint rustling once she pushed the door open from somewhere above her, and out of reflex, she looked up.

Casey was in front of her before she had a chance to process what had happened, or if it had really happened at all. The door closed behind her, but she didn't remember closing it- but there was no way Casey could have reached behind her so quickly without Alex noticing, was there?

Alex tried to shake it out of her mind quickly, and tried to shake both bizarre instances out. She clearly had bigger problems. Casey looked … She didn't look like a wreck, but there was something about the way she looked and her mannerisms that lacked the composure Alex had associated with her.

The auburn curls of her hair were falling out, which wasn't unusual for this time of day- Casey made bitter comments about her curls turning frenzied rather than prim the way she tried to force them to be quite often. What was more concerning was the lack of a parting, as though she had kept raking her fingers through her hair until it rested in a state of being pushed back. Stray bunches of strands fell across her face and eyes but she seemed not to realize or want to fix it.

Her lipgloss was smudged around her lips and her mascara had caught below her lower lashes, evidence of the woman rubbing at her face and her eyes. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing through her mouth, her head bowed only gently although her body was swaying slightly as though gravity was not currently a friend of hers.

“Casey,” Alex muttered, reaching out to wrap her hands around Casey’s forearms, and the younger woman’s body jerked as though she couldn't figure out if she wanted to pull Alex closer or push her away.

“Honey, look at me.”

Casey did, her pupils small pricks even though the blinds had been drawn on all the windows and the lights in her office were off. Her body twitched again, some sort of energy coursing through her body that Alex couldn't understand- but she wanted to try. When it came to Casey, she needed to.

“What happened to you?” Alex soothed, stepping closer and lifting one hand to smooth over her hair, to brush her cheek gently. Casey wasn't wearing heels today, so Alex tilted her head and leaned forward just barely to be exactly of her level. Her lips had been parted this whole time, but she had yet to use them.

“I need you,” Casey croaked softly, her voice hoarse and broken. A shiver ran down Alex’s spine; this woman, this sheer force of will, sounded so quiet, and so needy.

“To do what?” Alex whispered, her voice low and suddenly dark. She felt Casey’s hands creep around her wrists, thumbs stiffening to press firmly against her pulse in a way that made her heart begin to pound. Their relationship was complicated. It wouldn't be the first time something like this was asked for- kisses and wine and legs tangled in mulberry silk sheets.

“Hm?” She prompted, when at first Casey did nothing but stiffen and twitch as though holding something inside of her back. “Casey, what do you need from me? What can I do for you?”

Casey was not looking at her anymore. Casey’s eyes had zoned in on her neck, and even as Alex shifted, hoping to grab her attention back to her eyes, her focus could not be diverted. As Alex watched, her eyes narrowing, Casey’s lips parted further- revealing elongated, dagger-like canines with tips as sharp as a surgeon’s needle.

“Casey,” she hissed, and the change in tone made Casey’s hands tighten around her wrists, some sort of reaction briefly flooding her face.

Then Alex blinked- and everything was different.

She felt herself be shoved, and her mind whirled at the sensation. Power like that needed preparation- she should've felt Casey reel back to push her, but she hadn't. Before she knew it, her back was pressed flush against the door, Casey’s eyes staring down at her, but- Casey wasn't wearing heels, Alex should be the taller one right now. Within seconds, her height had increased by a notable few inches- her strength had increased exponentially, and inhumanely so.

Alex let out a strangled sound in the back of her throat, trying to lash back, but her arms never made it off the wood no matter how hard she tried to press against the hands that kept them there. With her arms pinned awkwardly beside her face, she could do little more than arch her spine outward, trying to kick back until Casey’s hips pressed against her's, trapping the rest of her. Alex’s breath came in shallow, bewildered pants, her eyes wide as she regarded the face of the woman who was usually so gentle in their play-fights.

Casey’s eyebrows were scrunched and lifted high on her head, her breath coming even faster than Alex’s was. When the blonde stopped moving, she could feel the constant spill of twitches and tremors from Casey’s form. Her hands clenched and then unclenched, fingers stiffening into tight claws, and Alex could see the grit of her jaw, the way her eyes were flickering around quickly- too quickly. Green eyes darted from her face to her throat and back again, over and over, the lock on the door and the closed windows as if paranoid something was going to break in and come at her.

She was whimpering under her breath, every quickened exhale accompanying a soft gasp and a broken, pleading noise. She was close, too close, when she forced her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut so tightly her entire face creased around it, the veins in her neck visible when she clenched her jaw so tightly Alex was faintly worried her teeth would snap under the pressure.

Her grip was so tight on Alex’s wrists it hurt, her body tight and harsh against Alex’s in every way possible as she fought against a demon inside her own flesh.

“Please,” Casey whispered, “Please, oh God- Alex, I-”

Her voice broke, and the only thing she could follow her scrambled words with was a sound so high and so needy Alex could only describe it as a whine.

She reveled in the way the sound felt in her heart. Casey was whining. It sent a bolt to her abdomen and a dove to her abdomen- but she couldn't bask in the sensation, not pinned to the wall like this. Not when the power balance was improperly shifted.

Alex’s nostrils flared, breathing in the scent she associated with Casey- sandalwood, laundry detergent, but beneath all that there was something darker like blood. She closed her eyes, forcing her muscles to relax, straightening her spine and breathing deeply. Court taught her how to control her fear- and Casey wasn't someone she was used to being intimidated by, and she wouldn't make that a habit.

This was her Casey.

With another slow inhale, she soothed herself. This woman was one of her people and she knew that Casey did well with direction. Novak loved thinking herself to be a stubborn flame burning alone in the night, but in her heart, she enjoyed having guidance. Being supported by someone with larger hands, answering to someone and being acknowledged by them. She needed her space, her sense of independence and control, but simultaneously scaffolding. Casey would do what she wanted her to. Alex would provide whatever Casey needed. That was how they had always worked, and that was how they would work now.

“Casey,” Alex said quietly, her tone even, curt, and clear.

“Get on your knees.”

Casey kept demonstrating inhuman speed, and she did so again, down on the floor by Alex’s heels in the microsecond Alex blinked after giving the command. Her hand raised, tentatively, as though wanting to hold the fabric of Alex’s blazer, but when Alex averted her eyes momentarily she settled her palms face-up on her thighs.

Alex exhaled slowly, rubbing at her tender wrists with her thumbs gently to ease the dull ache the auburn-haired woman had left on them. She closed her eyes and breathed again, mentally shaking loose the anxiety that she had briefly grappled with when her struggle against Casey’s strength had been so quickly lost.

“I care a lot about you,” Alex murmured, her hand drifting down to tangle in silky dyed hair, “But I don't appreciate being overpowered. I will give you, to the best of my ability, whatever you need, but you will use your words to ask for that. You cannot take things from me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Casey choked as she bowed her head, allowing her hair to be grasped at and tugged by lithe fingers, “Alex- I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” Alex murmured, sliding down the door until she was crouched next to the kneeling woman. “I’m not upset. I understand that you are overwhelmed- I understand you. It’s important that you understand me, too.”

She released Casey’s hair from her hands, smoothing the locks she had messed up back into place quickly and efficiently. The younger woman kept her head down, staring blankly at the tips of Alex’s polished heels, her incisors digging into her bottom lip. Alex couldn't discern her emotions, but she knew Casey must be having quite strong ones- frankly, Casey looked like she was about to cry. Alex cupped Casey’s cheeks in her hands and tilted her head up to face her.

She didn't speak, and gave no more commands. With her thumbs, she manipulated Casey’s mouth, simultaneously freeing her bottom lip from the self-inflicted agitation and shifting her upper lip higher so she could see the weapon hidden in her teeth that had glinted so ominously at her before. It had been a blur she had barely seen, and she wanted to examine the new growth carefully.

Casey’s gums were bleeding, blood in the crevices of her teeth above her canines. Her teeth themselves, though, looked ordinary- sharp as they always were, but normal. When Alex’s brows furrowed, Casey seemed to realize what she was looking for, and with a gentle flex of a muscle Alex didn't know she had, her canines elongated the way they had before.

A droplet of blood from her shredded gums slid down the porcelain of her tooth, dripping at the edge until it fell onto her bottom lip. Alex’s thumb swiped at it instinctively, smearing the trace of crimson blood across the side of her mouth.

Alex swallowed, and steeled her nerves not to flinch at the unexpected slight movement. Blue eyes were transfixed, a morbid fascination blooming in her heart as she stared at teeth centimeters longer than they should be, the way they tapered to a point. Touching a shape like that would prick skin open, even with the slightest amount of pressure.

Her pulse quickened, and her heart beat faster. Her pupils dilated. The sight of such sharp teeth in her lover’s mouth- that mouth had bitten her before, but oh … how different it could be now.

“What the hell happened to you?” Alex breathed, her voice barely over a whisper.

Her fingers kept probing, gently shifting Casey's face, but other than her canines and the way her pupils were small dots in a dense forest of green- and the small sense that Casey was paler than she normally was, even though her girl’s skin most usually was white- she couldn't find abnormalities. If Casey had been taller, larger, her muscles more defined when she pinned her against the door, those qualities were not currently displayed.

“I was- I was at an active crime scene,” she muttered, and Alex nodded quietly. “I… I knew I couldn't go into the apartment, but I wanted to be close. The hallway, where other cops were waiting. But there were so many people rushing out, and- and someone grabbed me, this woman, and it felt…”

“Felt like what?” Alex prompted, her eyes studying whatever she could. Her eyes fell on Casey’s lap- the younger woman couldn't sit still, she was squirming. Her hips kept shifting back and forth, rocking herself gently, needing the sense of movement. “What happened, Casey? What did they do?”

“It felt like something bit me,” Casey breathed, “I could feel something sink into my neck, and everything went hot, like- like I was injected by something, and I- I went into the closest bathroom I could find but there's nothing, Alex, there's nothing.”

Her hand raised to her blouse, but instead of unbuttoning the blouse she wore, her fingers ripped the top button clean out of the thread- green eyes flickered down as if she hadn't meant to do that, her jaw clenching with frustration, but she forgot quickly when she pulled the fabric open, offering her neck up to Alex’s inspection. She was right, of course- no visible marks existed on her flesh. None of her veins were visible the way they would've been briefly if she had been injected by something. She looked untouched, but clearly she had been.

“I, I-” she began to panic the way she had earlier, “Alex-”

Her hands twitched violently and stiffened, raising from her thighs as if wanting to grab at Alex again, but she jerked her neck backwards and forced her hands to still in the air. She could not force her hands to relax, though, they stayed tightened and curled like claws. Alex’s eyes drifted- her fingernails were sharpened to points, and they were longer than she normally kept them.

“My collar,” Alex said simply, “You may hold my collar or my hands.”

“No, no- not collar,” Casey whispered, “I can’t- I can't, knees?”

Alex nodded immediately, sliding down the rest of the way until her ass rested on the floor, and her knees stayed up near her chest. “You may.”

Casey’s hands jumped immediately, first wrapping tightly around the joint, before quickly going limp, only resting there. Alex’s eyes settled on her hand for a brief moment, watching as the nails she had just made a note of shrink back into the clipped-to-skin length and taper she was more used to.

Alex clasped her hands loosely in her lap. She swallowed slowly. She had a feeling she knew where this was headed, but- it seemed unbelievable. Supernatural. She was a proud skeptic of anything, and like everything science hadn't yet proved. But this was undeniable. Something was seriously wrong with her.

Casey was struggling, fighting valiantly inside her own brain while Alex mused. She felt the overwhelming urge- she needed to hold, she needed to touch her, but skin contact or God forbid any proximity to her neck when Alex didn't understand- she wouldn't allow that, not when she had already lost control and clenched her wrists so tightly it had hurt her.

“I didn't understand,” she rambled with a sense of urgency, spitting out her words as though they burned when they rested on her tongue, “I- they, the previous victims, they all- institutionalized, because they kept- trying to bite nurses, Alex, they- but I understand now, I need it, please Alex I-”

She looked up, desperate, needy, wrecked.

“You want to drink blood,” Alex realized out loud, her eyes going wide, and a pulse forming in her lower stomach. “You want to drink mine.”

Casey froze with an anxious sob in her throat, and at once her pupils went from points to blown wide, dilated to the near-fullest extent until her eyes seemed more onyx than viridian. Her hands snapped from Alex’s knees to cover her own face- her eyes hurt, apparently, and she was shaking. Alex remained eerily calm.

“Casey,” Alex spoke quietly, “I need you to do something for me.”

Her head raised and she relinquished the claw-grip her hands had on her face- Alex winced inwardly at the sight of nail marks on her eyebrows, evidence of Casey’s overwhelm and the fit it was driving her into. She didn't like seeing her so wrecked, so tense.

She tried again. “Honey, you need to do something for me, okay?”

The younger woman nodded slowly, her face going blank. Her hands twitched only one more time before laying back down on her own thighs- she didn't trust herself to touch Alex right now, and that wouldn't do.

Alex wanted her to touch.

Her blood felt hot in her veins, and although she knew her face would display no blush, the tips of her ears were pink beneath her layered hair. She wanted it.

Alex wanted those fangs on her throat, Casey’s mouth all over her. Her mouth was dry with need. Casey’s strength, the brutality she was capable of- it had always been one of Alex’s greatest turn-ons, but this…

“Unbutton my shirt,” Alex directed, her voice clear- dominant. “Do it slowly. And if you can take every single button off carefully, I will give you what you want.”

Casey’s breathing quickened. It was a test of self-control. Casey had ripped the button off her own collar when she had tried to show her lack of injury to Alex- if Alex was to provide her with her own blood, she needed to know she wouldn't have to fight her again if Casey pushed too far. If Casey could be so close, her fingers and those jagged nails careful enough not to lose patience and snap, Alex was more than willing to let Casey suckle. She was more than happy to. So long as Casey knew her place.

She hoped Casey didn't see the shiver of anticipation run down her spine.

Alex had already decided she believed with the utmost confidence that Casey would be able to perform the task she had required. Casey was a woman who always delivered, regardless of her inner demons or turmoil. And she couldn't fucking wait for Casey to prove her right.

The blonde stood and sauntered to the couch in the younger woman’s office, reclining comfortably with an exhale from her mouth. Alex spread her arms comfortably, using one to prop up her head and the other hand to becon her girl towards her. She parted her thighs, and Casey crept slowly between them as directed, her green eyes widened and flashing with that sense of need that was so utterly delicious to Alex. Today, beneath that need, was a carnality Alex wanted to drown in.

Casey stood up on her knees, her eyes flickering from Alex’s eyes to her lips, then to her throat. She closed her eyes and took a deep, soothing breath, before fixating intently on the first button. Her nails were sharp, the tips a reddish gradient as they gently pinched the first button between them.

Alex’s jaw tightened to hold back a loose groan when she felt the soft pressure of Casey’s hand on the front of her throat, the small heartbeat of hesitation before Casey slipped the button free.

The first was always the hardest. Casey began to make quick work, and Alex could feel her spine shiver with growing need- growing lust as each notch was carefully, gently, intentionally set free.

Casey whimpered at the sight of her chest when it was revealed, and Alex couldn't help the small, smug smile that spread across her lips at the look the auburn-haired woman gave her. She knew she looked quite good today, adorned in sheer black lace. Casey would soon be able to find it was part of a set.

“You’ll have time to appreciate later,” Alex whispered, “I’m an impatient woman, Ms. Novak.”

Casey breathed back, her voice equally as quiet and as gentle. “But- fuck,” she tilted her head, her tone breathless when she continued, “Alex, you're the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I’m a mess for you- I need you. So fucking badly, I-”

Her voice hilted up at the end, and it was obvious she had cut herself off before she lapsed into a needy, desperate ramble. Alex couldn't stifle the soft sound that left her throat, nor the way her thighs parted further, the way her head tilted backward the expose more of the throat Casey was so enraptured by.

The rest of the buttons were gone very quickly. Alex wasn't sure if her impatience was clouding her perception of time, or if Casey had begun to control her inhuman speed fluctuations, but she did not care either way the second she was able to shrug the offending garment off her shoulders. Casey’s mouth began to salivate, her eyes fixating on the pale expanse of skin before her, her fangs extending and her ability to retract them completely diminished.

Alex placed one hand on her hairline, pushing her gently backwards so she could stand, before motioning at the button on her slacks.

Casey’s hands trembled slightly, but she was ever so careful as she separated the last button that held her from having Alex bare before her.

And when it was undone, and the zipper pulled down, she leaned forward and dragged the fabric down from Alex’s hips with her teeth.

If it had been Alex who had gotten turned that day, her control in that moment would have been lost. Casey kneeling beneath her, the feeling of those canines pressing so gently against her abdomen as the younger woman helped her shed the barrier between them, was simply too much. Her breath caught in her throat, her pupils dilating with unadulterated lust.

“I have a conference later this week,” Alex murmured, kicking her slacks out of the way and settling back down, parting her thighs and watching Casey eye her as though she were a feast laid out and ready to ravish, “And I’ve been instructed to wear a dress, so biting my neck may be difficult.”

Her heart was beginning to pound quickly, the throb of her abdomen intolerable, and her breath caught in her throat momentarily. She forced herself to swallow, shifting her legs further apart as an offering, a sacrifice, a gift.

“-but my thighs are all yours.”

Casey groaned, low and in her throat.

She didn't start there, of course. Casey was thorough. And more than that, she needed to make Alex as desperate as she felt.

Casey’s mouth was on Alex’s before she had the time to let out a pleased exhale, Casey’s hands reaching behind her to pop the clasp of her bra free. Sharpened nails trailed down the length of Alex’s ribs, soft and careful but enough to make Alex shift her hips at the sensation of being touched like that. Heady and teasing, sharp and promising.

Alex sighed when Casey’s hands wandered to the small of her back, encouraging her to arch her spine and bring her hips that much forward, thumbs sliding across the jut of her hips as she dragged her hands lower and then higher once again.

Casey only broke the kiss to trail small licks and gentle bites, ones that wouldn't leave evidence, down the side of her neck, before lavishing the same attention to her collarbone. Alex’s thigh jerked, her hands wrapping around Casey’s jaw, not pushing nor pulling, just holding. Just letting her feel the way her fingers tightened when her need grew.

She barely stifled a moan when Casey’s plump lips circled her nipple, her tongue flicking out to toy and circle around the sensitive bud while green eyes never once strayed from Alex’s face. Alex rolled her hips, her head tilting back even further as her eyes squeezed shut.

“Please,” she whispered, and she didn't know what she was begging for. Casey bit down around the sensitive spot she’d discovered, low on Alex’s breast, and she gasped, her spine curving up to meet her mouth. “Please, Casey, please.”

It hurt, deliciously so. Casey’s mouth was hot on her chest, the tips of her fangs digging gently into her flesh, and when she released, panting, the indentation was accompanied by two small pricks of blood that slid down pale skin until Casey caught them with her tongue. She hadn't tried to bite, it wasn't a real attempt to sink her teeth inside. She needed Alex so badly she couldn't control her teeth.

She needed Alex.

Arousal pooled in her abdomen with that thought, with the way it made her feel so utterly victorious.

The vampire looked up, pupils blown adoringly, settling down on her thighs as an excuse to disguise the way she squirmed on her hips. “You look like heaven,” Casey whimpered, “Spread out like a feast for me.”

Before, it had been that kisses were dotted along her skin, light hickies as the flourishing touch. Tonight each kiss was evidenced by the quiet bloom of blood beneath, soft groans and broken whispers from Casey’s throat when she held herself back from ravaging her lover, wanting to take her time building Alex up before finishing her off.

The redhead made her way down slowly, each movement intentional, every second adding to the infuriating build inside of Alex’s abdomen. She couldn't stop herself from shifting, rolling her hips and her spine towards Casey’s form at her feet, her chest heaving when she glanced down to admire the reddened marks and indentations scattered across her breasts and her torso.

“Hurry,” Alex pleaded, her eyes transfixed on sharpened teeth and claw-tipped hands, on Casey fully dressed other than the torn collar while Alex herself was almost completely naked. Normally it was the other way around; but Alex could not be bothered tonight. Every second Casey wasn't on her was a waste of the worst kind.

“You know what I thought, hunched over the bathroom sink once I realized what I needed?” Casey spoke slowly, teasingly, her hands wrapping around Alex’s waist and dragging her forward, until her pelvis was barely on the couch at all. Alex could only, spreading herself out further, her mind lost in the haze of arousal.

“How sexy you’d look with bite marks- my bite marks- all over your chest.” Her tongue was hot when she licked up the line of Alex’s abdomen, basking in the way Alex’s thigh jerked against impatiently. “How wet your cunt would be when I fuck you stupid with your blood in my mouth.”

She paused, running her tongue slowly across her lower lip, watching Alex’s gaze pause on the shine of her mouth. She leaned forward, her teeth grazing gently at the thin skin on Alex’s hips, before sucking the derma between her lips, her eyes flicking up to Alex’s face when she cursed.

“And how fucking godly you’d look, your hand tugging my hair the whole time I do it,”

Alex hissed from behind her gritted teeth, Casey’s words, her slow movements, the scattered litter of marks across her body, adding infuriatingly to the pulse in her abdomen that was dragging on far longer than she had the patience to entertain. She needed her- she needed her now.

The young woman was looking up at her, admiring, her gaze scrawling over the evidence of herself. She was eager but content, unhurried in the same way the people Alex had been infuriated by the whole day long had been.

Casey gasped when Alex’s hand collided with her cheek, forced to reshift her balance immediately to not fall against the leg beside her, one hand reaching up immediately to soothe the sting. Alex didn't let her recover- her hand gripped at Casey’s throat, far less gentle than Casey had tried to be, her head darting forward to whisper in her ear.

Her tone was harsh and low, daring, dominant. “Bite me.”

Casey wouldn't dare disobey her by wasting another second on the build up, not when Alex’s pupils were black holes of control and need, overtaking the faint traces of cold blue that rimmed them.

Her hands smoothed gently over the inner side of Alex’s thigh, the soft skin that was found there, as if admiring it the last second before the carnage. Her eyes flickered back up to Alex’s, briefly asking for permission that had long since already been given.

Her mouth opened slowly, slow enough that Alex could admire the length of her teeth and the subtle shine of her lip gloss in the near-darkness, the way her face was so softly illuminated from the light that crept in from beneath the door and between the small gaps of the blinds on the interior windows.

A drop of saliva slid down the centerline of her bottom lip- Casey was drooling. For her.

The bite was fast.

Alex felt fangs the size of thumbtacks and twice as sharp pierce into her skin, sink down into soft flesh and Casey’s mouth began to suckle when Alex began to bleed into her.

“Fuck,” Alex keened, her hips bucking into Casey’s face, “Fuck, fuck-”

True to Casey’s imagination, in less than a second Alex’s hand was tangled in reddish hair, fingers clenching around her locks in a way that made Casey moan into the torn skin of Alex’s thigh.

It hurt, the pain increasing to a point, the feeling of Casey biting deeper and harsher and sucking so tight the blood vessels beneath her skin burst under the pressure. Alex was gasping, writhing, the leg Casey hadn't latched onto kicking out and stuttering in the air as Alex’s body twisted desperately, the pain overwhelming her nervous system. Casey’s arms were tight around her thigh, keeping that limb in place for her consumption, but the rest of her couldn't stop moving.

With every suckle, with every miniscule movement of the teeth that bore into the soft vulnerable skin, the pain sent waves of sensation straight to her core, and as the pleasure built the breathless sounds from her mouth shifted to unabashed and uncensorable whines.

The only cloth that adorned her form was plastered to her, damp and warm and useless, and she cursed desperately as her own hand snaked beneath it, the ghost of a touch making her sigh with furrowed eyebrows until she honed in and rolled firm, satisfying circles against herself.

Casey hadn't yet noticed, too enthralled, too lost in the sensation of Alex’s skin burning in the palm of her hands and the feeling of her twitch and shudder. Her eyes were half-lidded and her expression exhibited how lost in the haze of pleasure she was, derived from the ability to feed off of Alex.

The blonde’s hand was tight in her hair, and every time her tapered fingers twitched and pulled at her she groaned softly, vibrations sinking into the wound in Alex’s thigh.

Alex’s spine arched, her head rolling up to face the ceiling, her lips stuck in a gentle parted circle as pleasure coursed through her nerves.

“Please,” she whispered, heart hammering in her chest, her eyes closing reflexively, the sensation so strong, so impossibly overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

She tried to move her fingers faster, frustrated, the pressure of Casey’s teeth in her thigh so much more satisfying than the weak comparison her hand made as it sought to grant her some sort of release. It overwhelmed her, the sensation of Casey, drowning out her measley attempt to find the conclusion she needed.

With a sudden gasp, Casey surfaced, delatching from her hold on Alex’s skin, her spine shuddering as her body tipped into the opposite direction. Her chest heaved in tight, deep, desperate pants as she rested her head against Alex’s untouched thigh.

Alex let auburn curls slip free from between the grasp of her fingers, not bothering to readjust the tousled hair of her lover, instead moving to swipe through her own sweat-dampened scalp, her eyebrows still scrunched and high on her forehead. Casey might be done feeding off her, but she was pent up and she needed release she wasn't able to reach and it was- it was too much, she needed it so fucking badly.

The sight before her was morbid, her own blood painting trails on Casey’s face- her mouth and chin were tinted crimson- until it slipped down her jaw and began to flow down her neck. Alex’s thigh was gashed open, twins marks centimeters deep from where Casey had ripped her fragile skin apart, harsh burrowed dents in her flesh where teeth had dug in but weren't sharp enough to pierce through. Casey’s breathing was audible, loud in Alex’s ears as her heart tried to chase the sensation of it all.

“Casey,” she said, her voice somewhere between a demand and a sob, “I need you.”

She inhaled sharply, her eyes squeezing shut on reflex when she felt her waistband grow taunt around her hips, the pressure painful for a moment until the elastic snapped apart entirely. When blue eyes blinked open, her underwear- or, what was left of them- hung limp from between Casey’s lips, the redhead’s breath still coming too quickly to be regulated.

The hand that had slid through the mess in the valley of her thighs was pushed away, Casey’s fingers creeping to twine between them, holding Alex’s hand away from herself so she could replace it with her head. She wasted no time in doing so.

“Fuck,” Alex swore under her breath, her free hand delving straight back into Casey’s hair.

Casey’s free hand snaked around Alex’s back, behind and over her spine, yanking her into her waiting tongue.

Alex cried out, her eyes snapping shut before they could roll back in her head, her fingers tightening so harshly in Casey’s hair the younger woman snarled into her cunt. The woman lapped at her like she was starving, like Alex’s pleasure was the only sustenance she’d ever need, like she had something to prove by doing so. The muscles in Alex’s abdomen twisted and shuddered, the feel of Casey’s mouth on her so enthralling, too overwhelming, even as she tried desperately to plead for more of it.

“I love you like this,” Alex muttered, her voice higher than she’d prefer it to be- but that wasn't something she’d blame herself about, not when it felt like heaven was descending down to swallow her up inside of it, “So wrecked, so desperate to- fuck, please-”

The encouragement egged Casey on, her hand leaving Alex’s so both arms could slip under her legs, bringing her as close as physically possible. Her nose and lips pressed against the apex of Alex's thighs every time Casey moved, and Alex’s mind was clouding, her breath coming in short gasps, accompanied by unabashed vocalizations that in any other context she’d be mortified by.

The feeling of firm fingers and tapered claws sprawled over her thighs as Casey held her, the sensation of her warm tongue dipped between the folds, of Casey’s breath hot on her skin in the milliseconds Casey brought her head centimeters back to pant for breath, of those teeth grazing so gently even in the animalistic fashion Casey was devouring her Alex knew with absolute certainty every move must have been intentional and careful if not to shred apart the most sensitive area Alex had- the muscles of her core were beginning to pulse down around nothing, and when her legs buckled and her jaw snapped shut so she wouldn't cry, she saw the edge right in front of her.

Alex’s head fell backwards on the couch, her spine going limb and her back hitting the soft plush. Her hand slid from Casey’s hair, every muscle going slowly lax as Alex tried valiantly to catch her breath after one of the most fervent climaxes she’d ever had- if not the most, entirely.

With a groan, she let herself slide down to the side, falling softly until she was laid out on her side on Casey’s couch, her eyes rolling down languidly to find the redhead’s face tilted high to the ceiling, her eyes squeezed shut as she swayed gently with an absolute mess on her face. She looked positively drunk, her chest rising and falling in dramatic intervals that almost overshadowed Alex’s own.

“Come,” Alex breathed, her voice hoarse and her mouth dry, extending a hand that didn't reach but had been more so just to motion regardless, “Come up here.”

Alex could see Casey grimaced when she stood, and she could hear the small clicking sounds as the joints of Casey’s legs protested from the kneel they’d been placed in for the past while.

Casey found Alex’s discarded blouse, crumbled into the corner of the couch, and Alex sighed to herself when she realized she’d most definitely need to iron it- it looked positively bedraggled. The younger woman brought it with her when she wriggled her way beside her, her front pressing close against Alex’s, because this couch was not made for two grown women to lay in, after all. Alex watched her as she briefly shook the garment out, which did nothing for the creases, but spread the fabric out enough to lay across Alex’s breast and hips enough to somewhat conceal the majority of her nudity. She wasn't looking forward to leaving this building dressed in something so rumpled. With a purse of her lips and a glance at a shredded piece of lace useless on the floor, Alex realized furthermore she would be driving home without underwear beneath her slacks.

“Does it hurt?” Casey whispered, her head tucking automatically into the space between Alex’s collarbone and her chin, the gap she always buried herself in when given the opportunity too.

“No,” Alex murmured, “But I’m sure there's blood everywhere. What a mess. We must hope no one brings ultraviolet light in here.”

“You’re not bleeding,” Casey replied quietly, “I think- I think injuries I make don't stay open for very long, at least, not after I leave them. I bit into your breast, just barely, and it healed over in seconds. I tore into your thigh and it had already scabbed over the next time I looked.”

“Like a mosquito,” Alex replied dryly, her eyes drifting shut, her bones suddenly very heavy after all that.

Casey made a small huffing sound in protest to that comparison, and Alex could almost see the way she paused and bit at her bottom lip, could almost feel how green eyes flickered around to study closed eyelids. She wanted something, Alex was sure, but she was currently too blissed to do any sort of investigation- she hoped Casey would simply tell her instead of waiting for her to press. Thankfully, she did.

“... could you tell me I did good?” Casey rasped, that delicious scratchy and low tone of her voice tentative, soft, and meek.

“Oh, honey,” Alex sighed, throwing one leg over Casey’s hip and encouraging her to nestle herself deeper into her figure, closer, until they were less people and more intertwined limbs with beating hearts the other could feel vividly, “You were perfect. Genuinely. I don't think anyone could ever, ever make me feel as wonderful as you do, my gorgeous girl.”

Casey purred softly under her attention, her eyes drifting shut with a last gentle squirm for the sole purpose of being able to feel exactly how snug Alex's body was as it fit against the curves of her own. Alex went quiet, her reassurances communicated through the way she began to settle Casey’s tousled hair, slide her thumbs across her cheeks, and begin to try to clean the girl of the mess they had made together of her pretty face.

They lapsed into a warm silence, Casey still working on evening out her breath and letting her muscles relax while Alex kept licking the pad of her thumb and attempting to rub the combination of fluids off of a very content looking Casey’s face. How she was so comfortable with blood and orgasmic fluid drying on her cheeks, Alex had absolutely no clue- but perhaps, Casey just didn't want to leave her so soon. The bathroom, after being tangled so tightly together, felt like a great wide distance away.

Her face was clean enough- well, the traces of blood had been scrubbed gently away, and her face wasn't as wet to the touch, once Alex finally relented. She stroked at Casey’s scalp softly, her eyes blinking slowly with a mild degree of exhaustion. Casey preened and shifted gently, tilting her head more towards the couch so Alex could access more of her scalp, yawning gently. She felt safe here, loved and cared for. It was warm in Alex’s arms, and she smelled like perfume and the heady scent of a woman, and her hands were so soft as she soothed and stroked at her, lavishing attention on her in the way she needed it the same way Casey had just done before.

“The rest of her victims died of starvation, hm?” Alex mused softly, toying with the soft skin of Casey’s cheeks, applying gentle pressure until Casey’s eyes blinked open almost indignantly as her face was squished between Alex's thumbs.

Casey nodded slowly. She felt tipsy off of Alex, and if her tongue explored crevices of her teeth, she was sure she'd be able to find the metallic taste of Alex’s life inside her mouth. It felt like being drunk off power, like she had won some sort of victory for being the woman who was allowed to do such a thing. To be the woman who Alexandra Cabot had made the decision to give too.

And if she was honest, she was also half asleep, tuckered out by the physical exertion and the stress. She felt hazy in comfort and the quiet time spent allowing racing hearts to run themselves back down.

“If it feels like that,” Alex whispered, because unlike Casey laying satisfied in her arms, the blonde was still very much greedy. With her voice dropping in octave and in volume, promising and sultry and dark, she promised, “You won't ever go hungry.”

#HHHEEEEELLLLLLOOOOO #THIS IS SOOOO GOOOD #poor casey truly she’s just a baby girl even when she’s a vampire #love that for her #calex #fic

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