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novaksupremacy · 3 months

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This Is My Office- Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

okay I decided to post it, pure unapologetic smut, still putting it in the later chapter it belongs to, but I figured I'd share it with you guys, you know, as a treat 😊 hope you enjoy!

This Is My Office-

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

"What is that?" Casey asked her state of arousal turning to a state of confusion as she ran her hand up Alex's inner thigh.

"Oh, come on, you mean to tell me you've never been strapped before?" The blonde giggled, the tip of her tongue slowly tracing down the redhead’s neckline until she got to her collar bone where she began to suck a deep bruising mark into her skin. Casey could hear the zipper being undone.

"Uh-uh" she panted as gazed down, looking at the light blue silicone sticking out from Alex's now undone fly. The younger ADA was excited by it but also terrified, she had no idea what to expect. The blue-eyed Adonis leaned all of her weight against her lover so that the strap was pushing against the fabric of Casey's pants, the friction making the redhead let out a deep moan as her arousal grew hotter again.

The Bureau Chief kissed along her jawline, the heat from her breath hitting Casey's jaw like fire. "Do you want to change that?" She husked into her subordinate’s ear.

The redhead let out a single breathy laugh of excitement, she nodded as she wrapped her arms around Alex's neck. "Yes," she kept nodding as she slid her tongue into the blonde’s mouth gently, "fuck me."

Alex walked Casey towards the sink in front of the mirror and turned her around to face it. "I want you to watch what I do to you. What you do to me." She kissed and bit roughly down the back of her neck. Casey closed her eyes and leaned her head back against her lover, moaning softly. The blonde pushed her head straight. "Eyes open, Novak." She laughed darkly. "Brace yourself with your arms against the sink. Mmm just like that. You’re so pretty when you listen to me." She reached around to the fly of Casey's pants, unzipping them and dropping them around the redhead's ankles, revealing smooth black silk boxer briefs. The blonde whimpered at the sight, taking in how they hugged Casey's curves just right. She ran her fingers over the fabric tugging at the hem.

"You like them? They're new, I got them just for you." The young woman’s voice dripping with lust.

"I do," the blonde cooed, "very much." She slid her fingers in the waistband and pushed them down just enough that Casey was exposed and accessible. She kissed the nape of her neck as she reached around to the buttons on her shirt. She decided quickly this was taking too long and with a tight grip on the fabric ripped it open and threw it to the side, the buttons flying everywhere. The redhead gasped as Alex did this, her chest heaving. "Don't worry, I have extras." She smattered a trail of kisses down the younger ADAs back reaching the supple skin of her tight ass and sunk her teeth in.

Casey cried out with pleasure; she loved the way it hurt. She trusted Alex completely enough to enjoy the pain, knowing Alex would never cause her actual harm. The blonde kissed her way back up and laid a sharp slap to Casey's ass right where the bite mark was. The redhead moaned loudly, bit her lip, and smiled.

"Now," Alex said grazing her teeth against her lover’s neck and soothing it with soft, light kisses. "You may be my Daddy, but I want you to remember who fucking owns you." Alex swiftly put her index and middle fingers to her lips and sucked on them for a second to make sure they were nice and coated and slid them down to Casey's core, gliding them along the folds, slowly and tauntingly, in and out of her heat, drawing out her arousal and making sure she was good and soaked. "You ready baby? Damn, you're so fucking wet for me." Casey nodded her head, panting and whimpering, her body throbbing.

Once she had the okay Alex took one hand to steady herself behind Casey and the other to guide the strap in. Once the tip was in place Alex began to toy with her lover, slowly and teasingly pushing in, maybe an inch, and then pulling back. The torture was slow and deliberate. She wanted Casey to beg her to give her a good railing. She wanted to hear her say it.

The redhead's lip was starting to tremble as she whimpered and whined, her body was burning for Alex. "Please" she begged in a low whisper. "Please." She watched the blondes devilish grin through the mirror, reveling in her pleading.

Alex's lips curled in delight, "What’s that Daddy? You need something?" She kissed the redhead's shoulder.

Casey shook her head longingly, trying to rock back against the strap but Alex held her in place. She whined in arousal and frustration, "please."

"Please what?" The blonde asked sternly, "Say it, beg for it." She grabbed a fistful of luscious red locks and gently tugged so that Casey was looking straight at her in the mirror. "Tell me you can't breathe without it."

Casey was gasping and panting, "Fuck me Alex," she stared at her lover through the mirror, her eyes glazed over, a tone of seriousness and desperation in her voice. "Fuck me till I can't take. I need it. I need to feel you, cum for you, scream your name until everyone in this building knows that you own me, and that Daddy got railed real good."

Alex smirked and wasted no time thrusting deep into Casey until the entire strap had disappeared. The redhead gripped the sink tight, making sure to keep eye contact through the mirror. She let out a strangled cry of relief as her body finally got the contact it was craving. With each thrust her moans got louder. She had never felt so full, it was as if Alex had completely invaded her body.

"Mmm, you take me so well, we should get you some relief, hmm?" She began steadily picking up the pace until soon she was pounding Casey relentlessly.

"Alex, ALEX, OH MY GOD ALEX." The redhead screamed over and again. It felt so good Casey was trying so hard not to have it end, to stave off her climax as long as she could.

The base of the strap was giving just enough friction against the blonde's clit that her climax wasn't far behind either. "That's right baby, now who do you belong to?"

"Mmmmm, you baby" Casey whined, thrusting her hips back towards her lover trying as hard as she could to keep her eyes open and match her relentless pace.

"A little louder darling, I said who owns you?" The look in her eyes was devious, dripping with wanton lust and desire. The sound of Casey's perfect ass smacking against her while she wrecked her was spurring her on. She slapped it again as she continued pumping.

"Ahhh, mmm, you do Alex." The redhead struggling for words let alone volume.

The blonde gave her another swift slap and then brought her hand around to Casey's throat, lightly choking her. "Louder Casey, scream for me baby." Alex never tightened her grip, but the louder Casey yelled the tighter it felt. The blonde taking control made her entire body hot, it was the sexiest thing Alex had ever done in the heat of the moment. "I'm all yours Bureau Chief Alex Cabot. You own me." She mewled louder than ever. With that she felt her whole body convulse, her liquids spilling out around the toy, which was enough to send Alex unraveling. She slowed her thrusts but continued to fuck the redhead until the shaking stopped. Both women collapsing against the sink, watching how crazy they drove each other.

Casey was beaming. "That," she panted "was the hottest thing we've ever done."

"Yet," Alex laughed into her neck, "Also the first time I've ever made you do that." She said kissing her shoulder and getting ready to pull out.

"Thats the first time I've ever done that." The redhead reached her around to pull her blonde counterpart closer. "Not yet, stay a minute, you feel good."

The blue-eyed woman stayed close, she took her glasses off and put them on the sink. Her hands ran down Casey's sides and around her waist as she kissed her shoulder blades. Finally, she removed herself and ran her fingers along the toy and then spinning the senior ADA around, brought them to her mouth, which Casey happily consumed, "See how good you taste for me?" Their eyes never wavering from each other. Alex placed a light kiss on her lips and then they began to clean themselves up. Casey put her blouse back on even though all of the buttons were missing, hoping to just grab her blazer off the couch and cross her fingers that no one noticed. Not like she buttoned half of it anyway. The blonde re-buckling her belt as they exited the bathroom into her office, only to be startled by someone sitting in her chair. "Liz!" She stammered, "What are you doing here."

"Well," the older woman scoffed, "I was under the impression we had a meeting about my fundraiser, but it seems you had other contributions to make.” She raised her eyebrows, looking the pair up and down. “For God's sake you two, the bathroom? I could hear you from the front vestibule. Like a couple of horny teenagers." She stood up and walked over towards them. "The Bureau Chief and Senior ADA. You two should be ashamed of yourselves. We'll reschedule Alexandra, but for your own sakes clean yourselves up," she pointed at Cabot's pants, "You have Casey all over you like someone dumped an inconvenient glass of water in your lap and last I heard, Petrovsky was in the building, and you know how she feels about the both of you as it is."

"Yes Judge" they both mumbled, scolded school children with their heads hung. She walked out, her heels clicking against the tile.

Alex quickly locked the door. She and Casey looked at each other still trying to catch their breath.

"Did you see her face?" Casey asked incredulously and that was all it took for both of them to erupt in a fit of laughter.

"Oh please," Alex clapped back as she dug in her closet and tossed an extra shirt at Casey and changed out of her Casey marinated, now ruined suit pants, "like she's never been caught in her chambers with her robes around her ankles. In her own words 'this office leaks like a sieve.'" she chortled. "She's right though we're lucky it wasn't Lena, all either of our asses needs are another censure." She went to unhook her strap before pulling her new slacks all the way up. She could see her lover frowning out of the corner of her eye. "What's wrong did I hurt you?" she asked softly.

"No not at all, just... leave it on, okay?" Just in case I can't wait until we get home. Parking garage is usually empty by then." Casey quirked her brow, causing Alex to blush, if only a little.

"Fine but you're paying to detail my leather seats." She retorted, "We're gonna be late for court, let's go." She gave the redhead a swift tap on the ass and a kiss on the cheek as they exited the office and headed down the hall, briefs in hand.

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snugglywugglysocialist · 10 months

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Hiraeth

You throw your trench coat over your right arm, as you enter into the precinct where your services are needed.

During your trek, you fervently attempt to convince yourself that being a defense attorney was the best choice for your future as you prepare yourself to defend someone who's most likely done something abhorrent.

You pan your head upwards as you walk, your previous efforts to thwart the nausea arising within you failing. You turn the corner, and your eyes immediately fall onto the three people gathered around the two-way mirror, looking into the interrogation room, intensely watching the man you presume to be your client. You're just about to avert your gaze when you process the identity of the woman just a few feet in front of you.

There's no way in hell.

You stop in your tracks as you see the blonde turn back to the window after saying something to one of the personnel. There's no mistaking her; haughty smirk playing on full lips, assured posture and a phlegmatic air, all qualities only flaunted by one particular woman you've ever known.

You halt your gawking and pick up the pace of your walking as you think of how this is going to play out. As you approach, they all turn their heads and you're subject to the scrutiny of their cold looks. You bite back a laugh as you see the distaste in Cabot's eyes quickly be replaced by shock. Her face doesn't change, but you know her well enough to know when she's masking.

"Alexandra." you trail, looking her up and down, taking this time to absorb the way her figure looks in a pantsuit.

"Always a pleasure." She retorts coldly. You smirk softly as her blue eyes continue to bore into yours.

"Pull back your goons Cabot, you should know better than to allow them to speak to my client without counsel." You say, and she shoots you an icy glare as she knocks on the glass, signaling the detectives to leave.

They look off-put as they exit the room, confusion spreading across their faces as they watch the silent brawl between the blonde and yourself. The detectives look between the two of you, and it's become obvious that the tension is far beyond that of standard professional banter. You deliver to her a condescending pat on the back as you enter into the room where your client is sitting.

A chill runs up your spine when you finally lay eyes on him; he scans your body as you sit down across from him, and you feel the sudden urge to hop into a scalding shower. You soon leave the room after instructing him not to speak to the cops, and inform him of what's to come.

He's off your hands for now, until initial appearance, which is tomorrow. Cabot is still standing outside the door, balancing herself on her hands, leaning against the ledge underneath the window and speaking to a detective. You walk out and she immediately stands up, straightening her posture and crossing her arms across her ribcage lazily.

"Arraignment is tomorrow morning; 8:00 a.m. Don't be late." You say, heading for the exit.

“When have you ever known me to be late to a court appearance?" Shes asks, as she rolls her head back to look at you.

“A lot can change in a decade." You say, a borderline sinister smile plastered on your face. That comment definitely pissed her off.

You enter into the courtroom, and take your place next to your client. You don't even attempt to look at the blonde a few feet away from you, keeping your eyes focused solely on the judge. You give his plea of not guilty, followed by a short speech before the next topic commences.

“We will now hear the people on bail." The judge states as he casts his sight towards Cabot.

"The people request remand, Your Honor. Given the violent nature of these crimes, this man should not be out on the streets, and should also be considered a serious flight risk given his extensive financial resources, and double citizenship." Alex vocalizes, her monotone pitch never faltering as she speaks.

"That's excessive. My client has deep ties to the community, and these outrageous accusations hold no merit as of now. However, as a show of good-faith, he will agree to surrender his passport on the condition he is released on OR pending trial." You express.

Cabot audibly scoffs, and you pierce the skin of your palm with your nails to prevent saying something to warrant being slapped with a contempt charge. The judge scans between the both of you before delivering a ruling.

"I'll have to agree with Miss Cabot this time, defendant is remanded without bail." You glare at Alex as the judges gavel comes down, motioning for the next case to be heard.

The trial is unsurprisingly messy. There's charges of witness tampering being imposed, and the impartialness of multiple jurors is called into question, trudging this case along even further. To add to it, the media frenzy surrounding this particular case is abysmal due to your client being CEO of a high-profile corporation.

The jury initially came back hopelessly deadlocked, but upon request from the judge to reconvene, they came back with a narrow verdict of not-guilty. A technical win for your client, and you to be honest, but not something that made you joyous by any metric. Both you and Alex are burnt out, given that you each fought tooth-and-nail. You had almost forgotten the blonde's fervidness until this case.

You wake up on your couch, still in court attire, files and papers scattered all over the coffee table. You check the time, seeing it's just after 9 p.m and decide to head out for a drink, God knows you need it after this case. Not wanting to walk the few blocks, you hail a cab and zone out in the back, going over the case in your head while on the way to the bar. You remind yourself of the "win" as you try to focus on something else.

"Ma'am. Ma'am, we're here." The driver says. You snap your head up, leaving your existential thoughts for later, tossing a $20 towards the driver, and exiting the vehicle. You enter the decently populated bar, and head straight towards the bartender.

"Whiskey sour, on the rocks." You tell her, and she slides you the drink, offering a sympathetic smile as you sit down.

The events of the last few weeks had obviously taken a toll on your appearance. You happen to glance to your left and see the absolute last person you want to see right now.

Alex Cabot.

Cursing under your breath, you pull your head back to your right in a failed attempt to conceal your face. She's already heading towards you, drink in hand. You grimace at the ass-chewing you're about to endure at the hands of the slender blonde.

"Congratulations." She remarks derisively, dropping her fist onto the dark-colored counter you're leaning on. You stay silent, downing the last of your drink, and immediately propositioning the bartender for another. If you had to guess, Alex is in a few drinks deep, but her wit never fumbles.

You plan to leave quickly after this encounter, but she sits down beside you. A few moments go by, and no words are exchanged. It's just the both of you being consumed by overwhelming tension, and white noise of the bar.

You finally decide to say something after you're halfway through your second drink. Compliments of the booze, it's admittedly not anything intelligent.

"For what it's worth, you gave it your all." You mutter, keeping your eyes fixed on the chestnut-colored liquid and clinking ice in your glass as you twirl it in your hand.

"That isn't worth a damn thing, you and I both know that." She retorts, giving a facetious smile following the statement.

"You signed the death-warrant on this case by letting Barney Fife in there question my client without properly mirandizing him." You say, turning towards her and coming off more condescending than you intended.

Silence consumes both of you once again.

"Defending people who commit these crimes doesn't bring me jubilation, Alex. I'm only doing my job, just like you." You let out, pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and pointer in annoyance at her prosecutorial righteousness.

She looks at you, and understanding flashes in her eyes, but it dissipates just as quickly as it appears. She begins to get up, but some foreign feeling within you doesn't want her to leave.

"This definitely isn't how I imagined our reunion." You avow softly, finally looking her in the eye.

Alex's sternness falters just enough for her to crack a smirk, and return your gaze. She sits back down, and you talk about the case for a bit before starting to reminisce on old times. You decide to call it a night after a few hours, grabbing your coat and heading for the exit.

"I'll walk you out." She says. Alex's demeanor is no longer cold and distant, it's warm and her guard is partly down, and you silently lend tequila credence for that one.

You walk out together, sharing comfortable silence before you're suddenly being pinned in the brick alleyway by the intoxicated blonde. Alex's eyes are hooded and blackened with lust, a look you haven't recognized in her for almost twelve years. Arousal stabs you in the stomach as she places her hands flush with the wall you're up against.

"Alex..." You warn, but your voice betrays your subconscious, and comes out as a needy whisper.

"Yes?" She teases, before bringing her lips to your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat.

She lavishes the skin with soft, open-mouth kisses, and your knees begin to give out.

"We agreed last time this was a bad idea." You say with much less conviction in your voice than you'd like.

“A lot can change in a decade, can't it?" She mocks.

Normally you'd be more than pissed having your own words used against you, but the lips attached to your pulse point keep your brain from being able to come up with a snide comment. Just as her teeth make contact with the flesh beneath your jaw, your resolve tumbles down completely. You're gasping for air as you grab her wrist and lead her towards your apartment.

The short distance is closed within minutes, but it's still not quick enough, as your patience wears thinner by the second. As soon as the door to your apartment opens, her lips are on yours, and you're once again being pinned against a wall. Your brain has finally caught up, and you gain the forethought to impose your positions, and pin Alex's hands above her head in one swift motion.

“Damn, I didn't think you—oh fuck." Whatever snarky remark Alex was about to throw your way quickly dissipates as you pull her earlobe between your teeth.

Her head falls back onto the wall, and her eyes flutter shut. You smile to yourself as you exploit every last one of the blonde's erogenous zones on her neck by memory alone.

You eventually unpin her hands, letting them fall to her side. Your hands roam her waist and hers settle on your hips, rubbing random shapes with her thumbs. The nerve-endings in your body feel like they're being torched with each soft touch Alex burns into your skin.

Every breath, wandering hand, and whimper coming from Alex hits you at once. It's been forever since you've been in this position with her, and yet the effect she has on you has not waned even slightly.

The kiss you two have shared since entering your flat never fully breaks as her skillful hands begin working at the buttons on your pants. Yours begin toying with the buttons on her shirt. You slip the garment down her shoulders, exposing the slim frame endowed with alabaster skin that you longed to taste.

Your hands run up her back and down her arms, leaving her sighing into your mouth. She pulls you closer by the waist as you slowly trace over the hem of her bra, eventually moving your hands upwards, and mirroring the same movements across her collarbone.

“Bed?" You ask before this goes any further. You wanted the blonde writhing beneath you with need, and your couch would simply not suffice for what you had planned.

Alex nods and follows suit behind you. Before you can even close the door, her hands are attached to your body once more, roaming feverishly. You kiss and nip at her neck before running your hands down her stomach, and quickly undoing her belt. You pull back, and use this as an opportunity to partially undress. You aimlessly throw your shirt and pants across the room and she does the same.

She settles herself on your bed, her hair splaying out from behind her. Alex licks her lips predatorily as you straddle her, and begin to run your hands up and down the length of her body. She pulls you down, and moves in to recapture your lips.

Your hands move upwards to cup her breasts, earning a mewl from the blonde. You exploit her surprise by slipping your tongue into her mouth, eliciting a low groan from her. Your tongue scrapes over her mouth in a desperate attempt to remember each area, and you pull back after a few moments.

"I missed this." You whisper against her lips, your eyes still closed.

"Fucking me?" She asks, clearly amused.

You let out a gentle laugh, letting your head fall back before casting your eyes down to hers.

"Yes, that's obvious given our current situation." You respond, biting her bottom lip and lathing the swollen flesh with your tongue.

Alex brushes a strand of hair from your face, putting it behind your ear. She dons a lopsided smile before speaking.

“So, are you going to recite love poems to me, or are you actually going to show me how much you missed me?" She asks, her voice low.

You let a seductive chuckle fall from your lips before motioning to unclip her bra. The material falls, and your hands immediately slide up her stomach, and begin to brush over her nipples. She exhales sharply as you bring one into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud. You feel it harden between your teeth, and soften as you run your tongue over it gently.

She sputters as you deliver a particularly harsh bite to her skin; you reach your hand down to slide her underwear to the side, involuntarily groaning at the wetness you discover. You gently push your middle and ring fingers into her, and she gasps at the intrusion. You pump in and out of her slowly, her hands grasping at your sheets the longer you continue. You know this alone won't bring her to orgasm, but you enjoy the frustrating effect this has on her.

Alex whines after a minute and you can tell she's getting impatient. Her hand grips your wrist, and she pulls until she guides your fingers out of her with a gasp. She pushes your hand upwards towards her clit as she spreads her legs apart further.

You decide to give her what she wants, and slide through her folds until you reach her hood, pulling back to reveal the bundle of nerves to your finger pad. You rub tight circles over her clit, and her legs begin to shake just moments after.

"Don't stop." She pants out, seething beneath you.

“Wasn't planning on it." You say slyly, reveling in your control over her.

You pick up the pace even faster and her back arches off the bed, signaling she's about to go tumbling over the edge. After entering her once more, and circling her clit languidly, she does exactly that. She lets out an exasperated moan and grips your shoulders hard enough to leave reminders in the morning.

You continue your movements, letting Alex ride out her high until you see her wince. You slow down, keeping your hand in place so she can control her breathing before you stop completely.

"Fuck." She says after a minute. You remove your hand from her underwear, and push your middle and ring fingers past her lips, and she happily obliges your silent proposition. She licks them clean, and you continue lightly bobbing your fingers down her throat until her eyes water, and you remove them.

"C'mon you used to take more than that." You say lowly.

She smacks your arm playfully in response. You lay down beside her and she grips your face lightly, pulling you into another kiss. It's gentle, not frenzied and heated as they once were. You reach over to turn off the lamp perched on your bedside, and pull her body as close to yours as possible.

You wrap your right arm around her chest, and allow the other to run through her hair. Alex's previously rapid heartbeat has slowed, but yours remains erratic. You breathe into her skin as you accept the cycle of fate you're in, with the arrogant blonde at the center.

Something clicks in your mind this time, however, and you know you'll dread the morning when she leaves. You also know you'll choke back your true feelings regarding the blonde and only convey them between her thighs. Words suddenly cut through the darkness and interrupt your ruminating.

"I missed you too." Alex says faintly, so faintly in fact, you can't tell if she actually said anything.

You quickly realize it's reality when she flips over and kisses your forehead softly, her toned arms grasping onto your bare waist as she nuzzles into your neck.

You'll cherish those four words until your demise, but you'll never give Alex the satisfaction of knowing that.

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safficranger · 6 months

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Your League

Pairing: Alexandra Cabot / Casey Novak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only the need for oxygen made them pause once more.

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

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alex nodded, reluctantly pulling away.

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

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

Alex nodded again.

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

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

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

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

Casey locked eyes with her.

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

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

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

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

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