Aweee I Miss Seeing This

Casey : and for what kind of woman gets to love Alex? oh it’s me Casey Novak-Cabot

randomly stumbled across this song and its so ‘casey to alex’ coded

My cutie pie (i’m rewatching it just so i could look at her)

FUCKKKKE SJSBHSHSVWISH HELP 😭

Collecting fanart of myself from Jane like a pokemon

See people saying that casey novak is overrated and i get so upset. What do you mean ‘overrated’ she’s underrated as hell

meow meow is sad :(

Grgrggrerrr the giver of my life 🩷

woof

tease | calex

PAIRING:CASEY NOVAK & ALEX CABOT SUMMARY:CASEY TEASES ALEX WHILE SHE'S AT WORK CAUTION:18+, SMUT WC:2.6k

Alex had been on edge since the first picture came through that morning: Casey standing in front of the mirror, nothing but black briefs slung low on her hips, the thick outline of her cock straining against the fabric. The accompanying text had been simple, cocky: Thinking about you, baby.

She’d tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the case in front of her, but Casey wasn’t letting up. Another image followed while she was in court - a close-up this time, Casey palming herself through her boxers, a teasing glimpse of flushed skin peeking from the waistband.

By the time she was forced to sit through a mind-numbingly dull deposition, her phone vibrated again. This time, it was a video.

Alex had made the mistake of pressing play under the table. Casey’s voice, low and dripping with amusement, filled her ears through the privacy of her earbuds. Bet you're soaking through your panties right now, she murmured. The camera angle shifted, and Alex was greeted with the sight of Casey's cock - long, thick, already slick at the head as she lazily stroked herself.

Alex clenched her thighs together, swallowing a whimper. It took every ounce of self-control not to excuse herself and lock herself in the nearest bathroom. She wanted to scream. Or beg. Or just fucking leave, ditch the courtroom, her responsibilities, and go straight home where Casey was waiting.

But Casey knew she couldn’t. That was the worst part. The smugness in her texts, the casual confidence that Alex would be squirming in her seat, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it until the day was over.

By the time Alex finally stepped into their apartment, she was flushed, practically shaking with pent-up frustration. Her briefcase hit the floor with a thud, her heels kicked off with barely a thought. Casey was waiting on the couch, sprawled out like she owned the place - like she hadn’t just spent the entire day torturing Alex beyond reason.

She was still dressed, but barely. Her sweatpants hung loose on her hips, the unmistakable bulge beneath them even more prominent than before. Her lips curled into a smirk as she stretched, feigning innocence.

"Long day, counselor?" she drawled, voice thick with amusement.

Alex didn’t bother answering. She was already moving, already dropping to her knees in front of Casey, hands trembling with need as she reached for her waistband.

A low chuckle rumbled from Casey’s throat. "That desperate, huh?" She reached down, fingers threading through Alex’s blonde hair, tilting her chin up to make her look at her.

Alex’s pupils were blown wide, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "You know I am," she whispered, voice wrecked. "You fucking knew what you were doing."

"Of course I did." Casey's thumb dragged across Alex's lower lip, pressing down just enough to make her mouth fall open. "And now you’re gonna show me how much you appreciate it, aren’t you?"

Alex barely had time to nod before Casey finally, finally, freed herself from her sweats.

Alex let out an audible gasp, her fingers digging into Casey’s thighs as she took in the sight in front of her. Casey was big - thick and flushed, her cock standing heavy against her stomach, the tip glistening with precum. She twitched slightly under Alex’s gaze, teasing her further with nothing but patience.

"What's the matter?" Casey mused, voice dripping with amusement. "Bigger than you remembered?"

Alex whimpered, her nails dragging against the soft fabric beneath her. "You're such an asshole," she muttered, but there was no real venom in it - only raw, desperate want.

Casey smirked. "And you love it."

Alex’s lips brushed against the flushed tip of Casey’s cock, her breath warm as she exhaled slowly, teasing, savoring the weight of it against her tongue before she truly indulged. The scent of Casey’s arousal filled her senses - heady, intoxicating, and exactly what she had been craving all goddamn day.

Above her, Casey’s fingers tightened in her hair, not yet guiding, but warning - an unspoken demand for Alex to quit stalling. "Come on, sweetheart," Casey murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, something that made Alex’s thighs clench together. "I didn’t spend all day making you drip just for you to get shy on me now."

Alex let out a shaky breath, her pride barely holding on by a thread. "Fuck you," she muttered - but the words lost their bite when she parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip, her tongue flicking over the bead of precum gathered there.

Casey let out a low, satisfied groan, her hips shifting just slightly, a silent encouragement. "That’s it," she murmured, the weight of her approval making Alex’s stomach clench with need. "Good girl."

The praise sent a rush of heat through Alex’s body, and she relaxed her jaw, taking Casey in deeper, inch by inch. Her mouth stretched around the sheer size of her, her lips soft and wet as they slid down the thick shaft. Casey was big, too big, really, and the stretch made Alex’s throat tighten, made her eyes flutter shut as she adjusted. But she didn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking slow and steady, her tongue dragging along the prominent vein running along the underside. A sharp inhale came from above her, followed by the faintest curse under Casey’s breath. Alex smirked around her, pride flaring in her chest.

"Don’t get cocky," Casey warned, her voice still smug but a little rougher, her grip tightening in Alex’s hair as if she needed to anchor herself. "You wanted this so bad so take it."

And then Casey rolled her hips forward, just slightly, pushing deeper. Alex’s eyes flew open, a muffled moan spilling from her throat as the head of Casey’s cock nudged against the back of her mouth. Her fingers dug into Casey’s thighs, nails pressing into the firm muscle, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let herself sink further, let the heat of it consume her, let Casey fill her the way she had been desperate for all damn day.

"Fuck, baby," Casey groaned, her head tipping back against the couch. "You feel so fucking good."

Alex let her eyes flutter shut again, basking in the raw approval in Casey’s voice. She bobbed her head, setting a slow, teasing rhythm, sucking harder on the way up before sinking back down, letting the thick weight of Casey’s cock press against her tongue again and again.

Casey cursed, her composure beginning to fray. She pulled lightly at Alex’s hair, guiding her just a little faster, a little deeper. "That’s it," she murmured, her voice almost fond now, despite the rough edge of arousal coloring it. "Knew you’d be on your knees the second you walked through the door."

Alex moaned around her, the sound vibrating down Casey’s cock, pulling a sharp hiss from her lips.

"Yeah, you love this, don’t you?" Casey’s tone was teasing, but there was real hunger in it now, real pleasure curling in her gut. "You spent all day squirming in that chair, dripping through your panties, and now you finally get to do something about it."

Alex let out a muffled whimper, her fingers flexing against Casey’s thighs. She was soaked - ruined - but right now, nothing mattered except the weight of Casey’s cock in her mouth, the way Casey’s voice turned rough with need, the way her own body ached for more.

She relaxed her throat and took Casey deeper, her nose pressing against the trimmed hair at the base, her throat constricting as she swallowed around her.

"Jesus fuck --" Casey’s hips jerked slightly, her fingers tightening almost painfully in Alex’s hair. Her breathing was uneven now, her control slipping. "That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all. Be a good girl and make me cum, yeah?"

Alex moaned in response, her head moving faster now, her jaw aching but her body thrumming with satisfaction. She wanted it - wanted to wreck Casey the way Casey had wrecked her all day, wanted to feel the sharp tug of her hair, the low, desperate groan Casey would let out when she finally spilled down Alex’s throat.

Casey pulled out with a slick pop, her cock glistening with Alex’s spit, a strand of saliva still connecting them as Alex gasped for air. Her lips were red and swollen, her chin messy with spit and precum, but Casey didn’t give her a moment to recover. She tilted Alex’s face up, gripping her jaw roughly, her thumb dragging through the mess she’d made.

“Look at you,” Casey murmured, eyes dark with satisfaction. “Drooling all over yourself like a fucking slut.”

Alex barely had time to glare before Casey’s hands were on her, gripping the collar of her blouse with both hands and ripping it apart. Buttons flew across the room, bouncing off the hardwood, and Alex let out a sharp gasp.

“Casey! That was designer...”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Casey growled, yanking the ruined fabric from Alex’s shoulders and tossing it aside like it was worthless. Her hands were already at Alex’s skirt, jerking the zipper down, peeling it off along with her ruined panties. “You can buy another one.”

Alex huffed, half-indignant, half-aroused, her skin flushed from more than just frustration. “You are so --”

But Casey wasn’t listening. Her hands were already gripping Alex’s breasts, squeezing, kneading, her thumbs rolling over her hard nipples before she pushed Alex back onto the couch. Alex landed with a soft “oof,” her legs spread instinctively, but Casey wasn’t done with her yet.

Casey loomed over her, her cock still slick and throbbing, her breath coming out heavy as she pressed it between the soft swell of Alex’s breasts. The contrast made her groan - her thick cock nestled between the perfect curves of Alex’s chest, the warmth of her skin already driving her insane.

Alex arched a brow, still catching her breath. “Really?”

Casey smirked. “Really.”

And then she moved.

Her hands pressed against Alex’s ribcage, pushing her breasts together, enveloping her cock in soft, pillowy warmth. Casey let out a low groan as she thrust forward, the slick head of her cock peeking through the top of Alex’s cleavage with every roll of her hips.

Alex bit her lip, watching through hooded eyes. She could feel the heat of Casey’s cock, the way it dragged against her skin, leaving a slick trail with every thrust. She reached up, pressing her hands over Casey’s, adding to the pressure, making the tight channel around her cock even tighter.

Casey cursed under her breath, her rhythm getting rougher, her hips snapping forward with more urgency. “Fuck, Alex baby..”

Alex smirked, breathless but teasing. “Not so cocky now, huh?”

Casey growled, the muscles in her arms tensing as she fucked into the perfect softness of Alex’s chest, the friction making her dizzy with pleasure. Her cock was throbbing, heavy, so fucking close -

And then Alex, smug and shameless, stuck out her tongue.

The sight of it; her, messy and ruined, looking up at Casey with her tongue out, waiting - sent Casey over the edge.

Her hips jerked forward one last time, and then she was coming, thick ropes of cum spilling across Alex’s chest, streaking over her collarbones, dripping down between her breasts. Casey let out a sharp, broken groan, her fingers digging into Alex’s ribs as she rode out the aftershocks, her cock twitching as the last drops of cum oozed from the tip.

Alex let out a breathless laugh, reaching down to swipe a finger through the mess on her chest, her expression wicked as she brought it to her lips. “You’re insatiable,” she murmured, sucking her finger clean.

Casey, still breathless, smirked. “And you fucking love it.”

Alex was still catching her breath, her chest sticky with Casey’s release, when she shifted onto her hands and knees on the hardwood floor. She arched her back, her ass high in the air, her thighs glistening with arousal as she wiggled her hips teasingly.

She looked back over her shoulder, her voice wrecked and dripping with need. “Need you inside my pussy, baby.”

Casey’s cock twitched at the words, still sensitive but already stirring back to life at the sight of Alex laid out for her like that—needy, desperate, hers. A slow smirk spread across her lips as she pushed herself up, gripping her cock at the base and stroking slowly, watching the way Alex’s body shivered in anticipation.

“Beg for it,” Casey murmured, stepping forward, dragging the tip of her cock through Alex’s slick folds, teasing her entrance but not pushing in.

Alex let out a whimper, her nails scratching against the floor as she rocked back against Casey’s cock, desperate for more friction. “Babe... babe, please...”

That was all she needed. Casey gripped Alex’s hips and slammed inside in one deep, unrelenting thrust.

Alex screamed.

The stretch was instant, overwhelming. Casey was thick and filling her up in a way that made her toes curl and her arms nearly buckle beneath her. She gasped, her body adjusting, her walls squeezing tight around Casey’s cock as she struggled to breathe through the sheer intensity of it.

Casey groaned low and dark, her fingers digging bruises into Alex’s hips as she stilled for a brief moment, letting Alex feel every inch of her buried deep inside. “Fuck, baby,” she rasped, barely holding onto her control. “So fucking tight.”

Alex whimpered, pushing back, desperate for movement, for more. “Move, Casey—please—”

Casey didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled out halfway before slamming back in, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that had Alex keening, her fingers curling into fists against the floor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Alex’s breathless moans and Casey’s sharp grunts.

Every thrust hit deep, driving Alex closer and closer to the edge, her walls fluttering around Casey’s cock, slick and hot and fucking perfect.

But Casey wasn’t done with her yet.

One of her hands slid up Alex’s spine, fingers trailing over sweat-damp skin before wrapping around her throat. She pulled Alex up by the neck, arching her back further, forcing her to take every inch, every relentless thrust.

Alex gasped, her body tightening at the sudden pressure against her throat. Casey’s grip was firm but controlled, her thumb pressing lightly over her pulse, making her head spin in the most intoxicating way.

“That’s it,” Casey growled against her ear, her breath hot and ragged. “Take it like the needy little slut you are.”

Alex moaned, her nails clawing at Casey’s thighs behind her, her walls clenching down around her cock. “Casey - babebabebabe - fuck—I’m gonna—”

Casey smirked, tightening her grip just slightly, her other hand snaking down between Alex’s legs to rub rough circles against her swollen clit. “Cum for me, baby.”

Alex shattered.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing as pleasure tore through her, her walls milking Casey’s cock for everything she had. Her vision blurred, her breath coming in short, broken sobs as she came harder than she ever had before.

Casey groaned, her pace stuttering as Alex’s pussy clenched around her like a vice, dragging her over the edge with her. With a sharp thrust, she buried herself to the hilt and came, spilling deep inside Alex, her body shaking with the force of it.

They stayed like that for a moment - panting, trembling, completely wrecked - before Casey finally released her grip on Alex’s throat, letting her collapse onto the floor, utterly spent.

Casey smirked down at her, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face. “Told you you’d be on your knees the second you walked through that door.”

Alex let out a breathless, exhausted laugh. “Shut up.”

But the way she shivered when Casey leaned down to kiss the bruises blooming on her throat told her everything she needed to know.

resolve

“Limes?” Casey looked amused, like she knew she’d caught her.

calex. explicit. ao3. 2.3k words.

Alex knew that this would eventually have to stop, that there was a deadline looming. That being said-- she was not trying to do anything to accelerate that eventuality. Casey was under her, rolling her hips up into hers. Her hands gripped Alex’s waist as she threw herself into their kissing, eager, yielding, responsive. She liked this part of Casey, her informal submission. She never demanded Alex’s dominance, but rather requested her guidance, like they were dancing. Casey made an mmph noise that helped Alex’s pulse as it was already starting to race. Alex took that opportunity to explore Casey’s soft mouth further, to slip a hand from where it rested on her shoulder under her sweatshirt.

It was going to have to stop because Alex knew that a) neither of them had time for this, and b) they were going to be sharing a bureau chiefship in about a week. McCoy had begged for them both back, said he had a vision to “revamp” Sex Crimes (whatever that meant) and that he wanted two heads. The offer had been interesting, appealing, and they were both willing to try. But, they both knew that they shouldn’t keep sleeping with each other if they were going to be working that closely together. It just didn’t make any sense.

Something about making the most with the time they had left had them fucking like they really meant it. Every day for the last three had seen them in one of their apartments, much like this. Alex had always liked having someone who let her have her way with them, who encouraged her to make the plan and see it through. It satisfied her urge for control without her ever having to take over. Casey, for her part, always seemed to enjoy the ride as much as Alex liked driving. She hissed and then moaned when Alex nipped, then kissed at her neck.

Alex hummed in satisfaction. Casey was so demonstrative, so clear. Alex thought that might make working together easier, once they couldn’t do this anymore. ‘This,’ now was Alex’s hand reaching up from where it rested on Casey’s ribs to catch a nipple gently between two of her fingers, and Casey sighing. Alex kissed her lips again, and wondered how much more teasing Casey would take from her tonight. She had never quite found a limit. That patience of hers worried Alex sometimes. She knew it translated into stubbornness. Alex would be crossing that bridge when she came to it. Besides, patience was not particularly among her virtues.

The unlikeliness of their circumstances occasionally would strike Alex, surprise her. She had slept with so many women she went to law school with, she had slept with plenty of colleagues, and many friends, some of them often-- none of them so consistently yet so casually as Casey. She was undemanding and enthusiastic at once.

“I wish we didn’t have to go into work tomorrow,” Casey said

“Why are you looking at the clock?” Alex replied. “Focus.”

Casey exhaled. “I know, it’s just,” she started. She was interrupted by a moan when Alex flattened her palm and squeezed, “less time for this.”

“It is a shame,” Alex said, “we really have been doing a lot of ‘this,’ haven’t we?”

“It feels like we’ve been fucking for seventy-two hours straight, yeah.” Alex grinned. She kissed Casey, then spoke.

“A little less than that.” Alex sat back, beckoning Casey to follow her. “We didn’t see each other until noon on Friday.” Casey laughed. That had been a long lunch indeed. Alex had vowed to come in early Monday to make up for that and the early evening they’d called. Looking at the clock now, that was seeming less and less likely. She begun taking Casey’s crewneck off and let her finish that job. Alex stretched her neck. She ran her hand along Casey’s collarbone and smiled when that got her a twitch.

“One more week…” Casey trailed off. Alex felt herself pout. “We’re going to be so busy.”

“I know,” Alex said. “Too busy for ‘this,’” she grazed the skin of Casey’s pale breast with her lips. Casey let out an exaggerated sigh. “Not to mention…”

“I know,” said Casey.

“It’s too bad,” said Alex. “Why did we take the job again?”

“Make a difference,” Casey said, unconvinced. Alex laughed, nothing more than an exhale.

“Yeah,” said Alex, “I guess.” The two of them knew how important this opportunity could be for them, to say nothing of how good they would be at it. Right now, though, with her friend of many years half-nude in front of her, Alex questioned her sanity. Casey idly slid a hand through Alex’s hair. She arched and hummed when Alex circled her tongue around, like she always did. She saw the clock against her will, and resolved to hurry up a little. She ghosted her hand over Casey’s shorts, at her hip, then between her legs.

It wasn’t that Jack McCoy would care that they were having sex, and it wasn’t that Alex thought it was inherently wrong to sleep with your coworkers. They were just going to be completely enmeshed in each others’ work lives. And she could acknowledge that when they weren’t in the same bed. Casey’s body responded to the gentle pressure. Alex removed her own shirt. Casey reached a hand up and took one of Alex’s in it. She kissed her knuckles. Alex appreciated the sweetness of the gesture.

It was chilly. It had almost hit 70 today, but the night was reminding her that it was still only March. Her open window had been their only exposure to the beautiful day, having only left the rumpled bed for coffee, breakfast (Casey had insisted on at least some food), and breakfast for dinner. The newspaper was on the floor, as well as several rounds of clothes, a detective novel that Casey was reading (weird choice in Alex’s opinion), and a few errant work files. There were two glasses of ice water on the side table, and Alex took a sip from one, which could have originally been hers or not.

Casey made an eep noise when Alex’s cold lips touched her stomach, then lower. She slipped two fingers on each hand under the waistband of Casey’s shorts and pulled. They had easily discarded the need for undergarments days ago, and Alex sat up to take in a favorite, familiar sight of hers, Casey nude on her back in the moonlight, the curls of her ample red bush, her hard nipples. Casey smiled up at her, and Alex went back to where she was. She took in the scent she knew so well.

“You know,” she said, resting her head against Casey’s right thigh for a moment.

“Hm,” said Casey, who never seemed to mind Alex’s propensity for having full on conversations during sex.

“I am going to miss getting to do this with you.”

“Me too,” said Casey. She wiggled a bit, getting comfortable. When Alex finally touched her, tasted her wetness, her tongue ever-so-light against Casey’s clit, her sounds of pleasure filled the room like fragrant smoke. “I’m going to miss it too.”

---

Their three-day marathon turned out to have been a smart move, because they saw almost none of each other during their last week in separate bureaus. Alex got swept up into her last case in Homicide, Casey had to put out several of the bureaucratic fires she was eager to leave behind in Appeals (she had expressed to Alex on more than one occasion just how ready she was to get out of there). The most they managed was happy hour on Thursday, and that hardly counted— Rubirosa and Cutter had been there too.

What’s more, Alex had come down with a (mid-spring? It was unfair) cold the next day, which had spoiled their plans for one last hurrah. Casey, germaphobe that she was, had dropped off a quart of chicken soup with rice (the kind she made when someone really needed it, that turned to jello in the fridge) on Alex’s stoop with a note that read get better before Monday, or else. It had made Alex laugh. She sent Casey an angry text in response, blaming her for a coughing fit that sent her back to bed.

She did feel better Monday morning, and came in energized and ready to take on their new challenge. From the moment she walked in, Casey projected that hard-won, unshaken confidence that Alex knew she had in her. Casey knocked on her open door, box in hand, just a minute or two after Alex started unpacking.

“You look good,” Casey said.

“Good morning to you too, Casey,” said Alex, putting down a paperweight.

“No, I mean,” Casey said with a smile, “you don’t look sick.”

“That’s very nice of you to say,” said Alex.

“Good morning, Alex.” Casey said, grinning now, starting over. Nobody else had arrived yet. Alex wasn’t surprised that they’d had the same idea. She look a deep breath.

“You ready?” Alex asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” Casey shrugged and nodded towards her office across the hallway.

---

Casey leaned back in her office chair, hands above her head. She puffed out her cheeks and closed her eyes. Their eyes met when she opened them, and Casey raised her hand in a half-wave, holding her fountain pen. Alex put down the journal she was reading and walked across the hall. She perched on the arm of the blue couch against the other wall.

They had never really worked together before. It really felt like they were collaboratively building the department from the ground up to their specifications. They’d been brought even closer in a matter of weeks. They were usually the first ones in and the last ones out.

“Do I need to kick you out?” Asked Alex.

“You do not have that authority,” said Casey.

“Sorry,” said Alex, “do I need to encourage you to leave?”

Casey took a deep breath. “That depends,” she said.

“On?” Said Alex, slipping into the banter they’d always saved for private places.

“On what I get if I do,” Casey replied, “because I really need to finish this opening statement.”

“You have a couple days still,” said Alex, “I’m the one who has court tomorrow.” She checked her watch. It was almost ten o’clock.

“And I know for a fact you finished yours three days ago.” Casey set down her pen. Alex bit her lip and saw Casey’s eyes dart there. Alex thought for a split second about slowing this down.

“Maybe,” she said instead. “What you get… do you want whisky or wine? Because I have both.”

Casey raised her eyebrows. “Shame,” she said. “I’ve been daydreaming about a gin and tonic.”

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” Alex said.

---

“You know, I thought you would take me somewhere a little classier,” said Casey as they walked in to the brightly lit store. Alex looked back at her. She cocked her head to the side.

“They have the actual good stuff,” she said.

“I see,” said Casey. She brushed her hand against Alex’s. “Always looking out for me.”

“You know me,” said Alex, locating the Botanist. She got the shop attendant to unlock it.

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t found certain aspects of her new position challenging, frustrating even. Casey’s emerald green sweater was on the list, as was her silver necklace.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t gone long periods of time without sleeping together before. Even without Alex’s time away or the monogamous relationships they’d both been in, they had gone months before, because of circumstances (once, because Casey had taken a temporary vow of celibacy). It had never taken a great amount of willpower before, but she was having a little trouble not kissing Casey in the fluorescent light of this liquor store.

“Alex,” said Casey. “Did you want something else?”

“Hm,” she said, “no, no. I have some tonic.”

“Limes?” Casey looked amused, like she knew she’d caught her.

“They have them at the register.” Alex double checked she’d gotten the right bottle. Casey placed her hand between Alex’s shoulder blades and turned Alex that way. Alex’s skin tingled.

---

“I promise I tried,” Casey said. She leaned forward and put her glass down on Alex’s counter, having only had a couple sips.

“Oh?” said Alex. “Tried what?”

“Not to do this,” she said, and took Alex’s hand, pulling her towards her, then touching her cheek with the other hand, kissed her.

“Yeah,” said Alex, inches away from Casey’s lips, “me too.” The hand that was on Alex’s cheek laced into her hair. The kiss grew deep and hungry.

“It’s hard when you’re across the hallway,” Casey said. “My resolve wears thin.” Alex’s chest rose and fell with a deep breath.

“Tell me again why we thought this was a good idea,” said Alex, playing with Casey’s necklace.

“I don’t remember,” said Casey. “We’re the best people for the job,” she revised.

“Ugh,” said Alex. “The curse of the competent.” Casey laughed.

“You do know what you’re doing,” she said. Alex raised her eyebrows.

“I do,” she said, “don’t I?” Casey rolled her eyes. Alex dropped the necklace and playfully pushed away from her. “You’re not so clueless yourself.” Casey pulled her back.

“Yeah,” she said. Alex kissed her this time and felt Casey smiling into it, parting her lips. “Not my fault you look at me like that.”

“Guess so,” said Alex. “My apologies.” Casey smirked.

“You sound very apologetic.” She said.

“Deeply,” said Alex. “I missed you, Casey,” she said, honesty winning over sarcasm.

“I missed you, too,” said Casey quietly, warmly, and kissed her again.

---

It was different in the morning. Alex made them coffee like she always did, early riser she was. The air smelled like spring, the morning sun shone through her window, birds cheeped.

Casey emerged from her bedroom in a pair of her sweats and a tank top. Alex looked at her and saw her friend, her colleague; and when she wished her a good morning, smiling at her fondly, something entirely new.

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