Unexpected Results - C/A for IDF
Hey, everyone! I've posted Criminal Minds femslash on the Emily/JJ livejournal, but this is my first shot at SVU fiction. I will admit that I'm a A/O shipper primarily, but like our lovely Olivia Benson, I have a thing for ADAs, so I decided to put them together. All for the sake of IDF, so I do hope you all enjoy. And, really -- aren't Alex Cabot and Casey Novak two of the loveliest women around? I think so, my friends, I think so. Not to mention, I like weird pairings.
Title: Unexpected Results
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Casey Novak/Alex Cabot
Word Count: 3,344
Rating: NC-17 (for smut, my muse hit me hard...)
Summary: "I've been wanting to touch you for so long..."
Disclaimer: I only own them in my dreams. Which is probably a good thing, because if I owned them... Casey and Alex would do crazy things like this all the time. No holding back. And maybe even cross over with Criminal Minds. O, brave new world...
Unexpected Results
“Novak!” A low, husky voice called, cutting through the cold air. Casey Novak's red-gold hair whipped behind her in the stiff breeze, clutching her gloved hands together to keep them warm, as the material surrounding them wasn't doing the best job. Casey stalled on the courtroom steps, pleased that her jury had come back with a conviction on the Davies case so soon. It hadn't been a very controversial trial, compared to others she had faced, some might even say it was easy, but any guilty verdict she kept under her belt would help her move up in the world, so she didn't pick and choose what was a good outcome. However, everyone in the DA's office had expected this result, as Carl Davies was clearly guilty of murdering his wife and three children after having too much to drink one night. Couple that with a history of sexual assault on both his wife and young kids, the jury was perhaps a little too quick to throw him in prison.
Casey smirked at the memory of the stony look on all twelve faces, each staring him down as the verdict was read by the foreman. Carl had sunk back into his chair, throwing his head into his hands, almost in disbelief. It was all an act, as the Carl Davies Casey had spoken to in the SVU precinct was cold, calculating, and didn't feel guilty in the slightest. To him, they had gotten what was coming to them. Casey remembered the words he spoke in his confession, and felt sick to her stomach, just as she had when he was saying them a week ago, before the trial started. He was hoping to get out on an insanity plea. As with many other psychopaths trying to cheat the system, hoping to get a lesser sentence by false pretenses or false insanity pleas, Casey took pleasure in poking holes in their stories.
Casey spun around, raising an eyebrow at the voice behind her, calling her name and asking for her attention.
“Counselor,” Casey nodded, looking to the new ADA for Manhattan's Homicide department. Casey and Alex were both striving for District Attorney, and elections were only seven months away. Arthur Branch was finally retiring, and both women had been frontrunners for the position since long before his announcement. However, both women admired the others' work, and on a non-professional level, they had become friends. To some extent, at least. They never lacked things to talk about, having similar political aspirations, the same job, the same sorts of friends, and the same ex-girlfriend, one Olivia Benson of Manhattan SVU. “Something you needed?”
“I just wanted to congratulate you on an excellent conviction, Branch and his flunkies will be proud,” Alexandra Cabot replied, a smirk of delight plastered over her elegant, classic features.
“It wasn't the most difficult case that has crossed my desk, but any conviction is a good one,” Casey said, her smile brighter, more joyful than Alex's trained cynicism.
“Agreed, counselor,” Alex replied, her glassy blue eyes searching deep within Casey's emerald orbs. “This is not meant to be an insult of any kind, but you have matured so much since we first met...” Alex said, trailing off when she saw the distant look in Casey's eyes.
“... six years ago. I was so young, so new to prosecuting, the DA's office, crazy politics,” Casey finished with a light flourish, dragging out her words, adding on a new frustration with every nod of Alex's head. Although both women loved their job, they could find common ground in the grievances that it delivered to them, weighing deep into their already slighted personal lives on a daily basis.
“SVU has been good to you?” Alex asked, noting a small smile grace Casey's features, lighting up an adorable dimple in her left cheek at mere mention of the Sex Crimes unit that both women had given so much of their lives and hearts to.
“Very. The cases never stop coming, the detectives work their asses off, Stabler's up for Cragen's job, and I finally talked Olivia into playing for our team this summer,” Casey replied, her reply causing Alex to choke on the generous sip of black coffee she indulged in, a little low-class for someone of Alex's stature, as the recycled paper cup looked like it had been bought off a street cart for $2.00.
“She already played for our team, or so I thought,” Alex said, treading lightly. “Olivia Benson, a switch-hitter - who would've guessed?”
Both women's minds drifted into thoughts of the brunette detective, who had really just gotten more beautiful with age. She was older than both ADA's, but she made up for her years in wisdom and sexual prowess that had sent both Alexandra Cabot and Casey Novak into erotic tailspins on many, many occasions. How that woman could be anything other than a lady lover was shocking, to say the least. Casey's darkened green eyes locked onto Alex's once again, chuckling softly at the visible evidence that Alex's thoughts had wandered to places Casey would not allow her own to segue to. The light blush on her neck, her trembling hands, shortness of breath, glazed over vision... she was definitely falling into a Benson coma.
“Alex?” Casey nudged, her voice sharp and alerting. The blonde's eyes cleared up, meeting Casey's as her body jerked back into her proper, rigid posture. Casey wondered if Alex was always this uptight, this professional... or if she had a hidden, naughty streak that needed to be coaxed out. “Softball. I was talking about softball. Each department has their own team, ours is Sex Crimes, and we've been losing horribly for the past couple years... so I begged Olivia to play, because she's, well... amazing at anything... strenuous.”
The strawberry blonde's words were dipped in lascivious double entendre, and Alex quickly caught notice.
“Oh, it hasn't been that long, Counselor. I remember...”
Casey took a moment to simply study her fellow ADA. Alex Cabot was definitely attractive. Blonde hair, shimmering like sun-bleached wheat, mixed with gold silk, just a few inches past her strong, yet feminine shoulders. Cabot was slightly shorter than she, but her piercing gaze and perfect posture (or a good pair of Jimmy Choo's) made up for the height difference. No one would think of her being anything but an Amazon in the courtroom. Casey had seen her prosecute a few times, and her carefully placed speech, attack strategy, and husky, alluring voice had gotten her hot under the collar at all occasions.
“She really is something... a very sexy, undeniably alluring something... and I want her,” Casey thought, remembering that she probably should say something to further the conversation.
“Women. Can't live with or without them, can you?” Casey said, blushing lightly, feeling the heated sensation starting at her collarbone and working her way up to her cheeks. Unless one was studying closely, they would probably attribute the added rouge in her cheeks to the unforgiving wind chill.
“But it's so fun having them around,” Alex said with a glistening smile.
“God, she's cute. I mean, I remember her being a naïve, careful, youthful spirit. In the DA's office, that kind of youthful ignorance doesn't last long, but wow - has she grown up. Trading those lime green powersuits and batting cages for Chanel and powersuits that I have copies of in my personal closet... but with those legs, she might just wear them better. Casey Novak, you are delicious...” Alex thought, hoping Casey wouldn't catch onto her mental ramblings and the fact that the older ADA was now undressing the taller woman with her eyes.
“I wouldn't know,” Casey said with an innocent grin that held a slight trace of wolfishness, almost like the canary planning to capture the cat. “Eternally single. There aren't enough women in New York City that... strike me.”
“Oh, so you're picky,” Alex teased, her grin widening as Casey's voice dropped to lower, huskier proportions that she felt like a smooth, practiced caress all over her body.
“Selective,” Casey corrected. “Picky's insulting.”
“My apologies, Counselor,” Alex said. “Might I take you out to lunch for a little... victory celebration?”
“Or we could just go back to my apartment and have lunch after a victory celebration in my bed...” Casey thought, her mind wandering to thoughts of whether the illustrious Alex Cabot would be a top or bottom. Casey was always a top. Alex Cabot writhing underneath her would be a wet dream come true.
“Well, if that's what you want....” Alex said, staring Casey directly in the eyes with a fierce intensity that the younger ADA wasn't sure she had ever seen or felt before. But what was she talking about? Casey paused for a moment.
“Oh shit, I just said that out loud! Novak, get a hold of yourself... lie,” Casey thought, making sure such words stayed in her head this time.
“I'm not quite certain what you're talking about Miss Cabot,” Casey said, feigning innocence as best as she possibly could. The blush, however, was always her direct downfall.
“Your words, Novak, not mine...” Alex teased. “But, if you wanted to take my offered 'victory celebration' to bed, I certainly wouldn't object.”
Casey felt as though the wind had knocked her over and been knocked out of her all at once. She very well could have melted on the steps of the courthouse that moment, but she kept her gaze wrapped around and on Alex to stay upright and collected.
“Shall I hail the cab?” Casey suggested, her words shaky.
“Allow me, Counselor. You look as though you're about to fall over,” Alex said, a smirk collecting on her face once more. Minutes later, they were wrapped in the warmth of a NYC cab, the cabbie checking them every few seconds, clearly basking in the sexual tension between the two. Casey knew better than to attack Alex right here, with lips, tongue, and teeth - it wasn't very becoming for either woman, especially with their high risk professions that seemed to always be in the public eye. Traffic was almost non-existent, and both women were thankful that the cab ride that would have normally taken a half hour took but 15 minutes. Soon enough, Casey tipped the cabbie, and they walked up the steps to her upper West side apartment. Alex smiled. Late night booty calls would be simple enough, as she only lived nine blocks from here.
Casey opened the door, and both women ran up the stairs to Casey's apartment, safely tucked away in a corner on the twelfth floor.
“My heels are killing me,” Alex groaned once Casey unlocked her apartment.
“No worries, you'll be on your back soon enough,” Casey said, locking the door and turning to launch herself at her predecessor. Their lips crashed together, and Casey learned quickly enough that Alex Cabot was not a bottom. Her hands were everywhere, and carefully placed moans laced within their sweet, insistent kisses were slowly unraveling the redhead. Casey's strong hands and slim fingers clutched at Alex's hips, leading the blonde backwards toward her bedroom. She steered their bodies carefully, coats and jackets being shed behind them. Alex was now before her in a simple, blue button-up blouse with a lacy, feminine hem. Casey was wearing a simple white button-down shirt with a seductive, ultra-feminine black camisole underneath. Alex's fingers never trembled as she unbuttoned Casey's shirt, peeling it off her slender shoulders and revealing the lacy camisole underneath. Casey, however, was not as graceful in getting the blonde's shirt off, opting for ripping it off and promising to let Alex steal one of hers, to keep, the next morning.
Casey pressed Alex down onto her bed, watching with lust-darkened eyes as Alex slid to the center of the Queen sized mattress, relaxing and spreading out on Casey's lime green comforter. Alex's legs were slightly spread, one knee bent inwards, giving Casey quite the show. The redhead panted softly, shoulders slumping with each intake of breath. She felt a little like a predator, going out of her mind until Alex enticed her with a slow, “come hither” motion of an elegant index finger.
“I want you,” Casey said plainly, her voice darkening with her eyes. Alex moaned softly as Casey knelt on the bed, crawling toward Alex. She ran her hands over creamy, pale skin that was very much like her own, except slightly more bronzed, a few freckles marking her shoulder, hip, and above her breasts with beauty and precision. Casey took the initiative to kiss the freckles above the swell of Alex's breasts, loving that the blonde ADA was clad only in a tight black pencil skirt and her black bra. Casey's hands snuck around Alex's back and unclasped her bra, shedding it off her slender arms immediately, and bit her bottom lip as Alex's painfully erect nipples, raspberry in color, were already on display, begging Casey to take them into the hot confines of her mouth.
“Oh, Casey...” Alex moaned as the redheaded ADA did just that. Her tongue snaked around each nipple, flicking and sucking them between her lips and tugging gently with her teeth. Alex's hips bucked impatiently, and Casey divested herself of the black camisole, letting Alex's finally shaky hands work the clasp of her bra to even them up in states of undress.
“You are so beautiful, Alexandra Cabot,” Casey murmured reverently against the blonde's golden skin. “I've wanted to touch you for so long...”
“And I've been waiting for you to finally make the first move. I was starting to think that my signals were way off as far as you were concerned,” Alex said, her hands tracing down Casey's lightly muscled arms, from playing softball, no doubt, to her smooth, creamy breasts. Alex tweaked Casey's lighter, smaller nipples with quick, practiced fingers, causing the redhead to arch her back, exposing her long, swan-like neck, to Alex's hungry lips, bruised from powerfully kissing Casey. Alex spread her legs a little more erotically, silently communicating what she needed Casey to do. Casey's hands found the zip on her skirt and pulled it down immediately. The lacy black panties underneath drove the redhead wild, but she knew that she would rather have them off. She moved to straddle Alex, and the blonde made quick work of the button and zip on Casey's tight fitting black slacks.
Casey slid out of her pants and let Alex see that she had opted not to wear anything under those pants today.
“No wonder you looked so cold outside the courtroom. You probably had an excellent breeze,” Alex purred.
“Well, I have you to keep me warm now,” Casey said, leaning down to kiss the blonde again, moaning as Alex instantly devoured her tongue, fighting it with her own, and battering Casey's mouth with hungry, deep kisses. Before the redhead could comprehend what happened, she was on her back with a powerful, seductive Alex Cabot on top of her, her hidden strength fighting Casey's hands above her head and pinning them there. “Fuck me. Alex, please...”
“I've planned on it since the moment I first laid eyes on you, lime green power suit and all,” Alex purred, leaning down to sensuously capture Casey's lips, letting the redhead feel the entire length of her body, smothering her in delicious heat, as one of her deceptively strong hands nudged her legs apart. Alex slid off her own panties, allowing Casey to see her in her full glory, the closed curtains illuminating Casey's bedroom to a certain extent, but keeping a good portion of it in shadow. However, all could be seen between the two women, now soon to be lovers, and their eyes wandered freely.
“Please... Alex... no more... teasing,” Casey struggled out as the blonde tortured her dripping folds by tracing them with fingertips idly, keeping careful watch on Casey's ever-changing facial expressions. She was almost delirious with need, and Alex decided to take pity on her. In one smooth, swift stroke, Alex penetrated the younger ADA with two fingers, stroking immediately with a hard, languid pace. Her strokes all seemed to blend together as her thumb moved up to brush Casey's clit. The redhead groaned deep in the back of her throat, mewling like a kitten and whimpering Alex's name. No longer did the attorney sound confident and sure of herself... now she had given her voice up to something more demanding and primal. Something purely Alex Cabot.
Where she mustered the strength, Casey didn't know, but somehow, the redhead managed to move her hand to the dripping junction between her lover's thighs. Alex sucked in a heavy breath, her glassy blue eyes turning to the color of a rich, night sky somewhere out in the country, where no one could hear them scream. Alex needed this, too, Casey decided. And she would find the strength to deliver. Alex added another finger inside Casey when she asked for more, and Casey took the pause as an opportunity to slide two of her own strong, slender fingers deep inside Alex's molten core. Alex groaned and fell forward, her lips falling in the sweaty crook of Casey's neck. Alex licked and sucked there as Casey's fingers took the lead, starting the blonde off at a sweltering sprint to her inevitable climax.
“Oh, fuck... Casey!” Alex groaned. “Oh, yes... more, baby. More.”
Alex was demanding and talkative, but the things she was saying, and the things she was calling Casey made up for everything. The redhead added a third finger to the blonde and watched her body shudder in delight, every inch of her clenching and unclenching. Alex began moving inside Casey again, determined to meet the redhead's strength and pace. Their limbs tangled together. Alex's legs were around her upper back, and Casey remarked for a moment that Alex's flexibility would have to be pushed later on for some more exciting positions.
“Mmm, Alex... right there,” Casey moaned, her body rocking up against the older ADA. Sex with another woman had never been this consuming, this powerful... Casey was quite certain that she had never been touched like this before. Her wetness increased as Alex found another sensitive spot deep within her, and she found the same spot within Alex. Alex's inner muscles clenched around her fingers and held her tight, so tight that Casey had to work her already-burning biceps to fight the resistance.
“God, Casey... so close...” Alex moaned loudly, shamelessly, in the redhead's ear. Casey knew that she was close, too, and decided to ride her climax over with her fellow ADA, while looking up into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Look at me, Alex... please, look at me,” Casey whimpered, trying to bring the commanding tone back into her voice. She failed, but Alex complied. Their eyes locked and a powerful wave swept over both women, launching their bodies together and causing hipbones, stomachs, breasts, and lips to collide as their screams echoed throughout Casey's spacious apartment. Both women extracted their fingers, panting lightly as Casey pressed a light, tender kiss to Alex's sweaty temple and brushed some of the still luminous blonde hair from her forehead.
“You're so good to me, Casey. So good, in fact, that I need a breather...” Alex said, wrapping her arms around Casey's waist. Casey snuggled close to Alex, laying her head on the blonde's shoulder, listening to her heartbeat pound underneath her ear. It was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. Everyone had always said that Alex Cabot had a strong heart, and now Casey knew that statement was fact.
“How long?” Casey asked, already eager to begin again.
“Not long at all, darling. I haven't even gotten to taste you yet,” Alex said with a wicked smile as Casey felt the heat rush through her body. After today's unexpected results, she was quite certain that she would never find herself cold on the courthouse steps again.
Title: Unexpected Results
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Casey Novak/Alex Cabot
Word Count: 3,344
Rating: NC-17 (for smut, my muse hit me hard...)
Summary: "I've been wanting to touch you for so long..."
Disclaimer: I only own them in my dreams. Which is probably a good thing, because if I owned them... Casey and Alex would do crazy things like this all the time. No holding back. And maybe even cross over with Criminal Minds. O, brave new world...
Unexpected Results
“Novak!” A low, husky voice called, cutting through the cold air. Casey Novak's red-gold hair whipped behind her in the stiff breeze, clutching her gloved hands together to keep them warm, as the material surrounding them wasn't doing the best job. Casey stalled on the courtroom steps, pleased that her jury had come back with a conviction on the Davies case so soon. It hadn't been a very controversial trial, compared to others she had faced, some might even say it was easy, but any guilty verdict she kept under her belt would help her move up in the world, so she didn't pick and choose what was a good outcome. However, everyone in the DA's office had expected this result, as Carl Davies was clearly guilty of murdering his wife and three children after having too much to drink one night. Couple that with a history of sexual assault on both his wife and young kids, the jury was perhaps a little too quick to throw him in prison.
Casey smirked at the memory of the stony look on all twelve faces, each staring him down as the verdict was read by the foreman. Carl had sunk back into his chair, throwing his head into his hands, almost in disbelief. It was all an act, as the Carl Davies Casey had spoken to in the SVU precinct was cold, calculating, and didn't feel guilty in the slightest. To him, they had gotten what was coming to them. Casey remembered the words he spoke in his confession, and felt sick to her stomach, just as she had when he was saying them a week ago, before the trial started. He was hoping to get out on an insanity plea. As with many other psychopaths trying to cheat the system, hoping to get a lesser sentence by false pretenses or false insanity pleas, Casey took pleasure in poking holes in their stories.
Casey spun around, raising an eyebrow at the voice behind her, calling her name and asking for her attention.
“Counselor,” Casey nodded, looking to the new ADA for Manhattan's Homicide department. Casey and Alex were both striving for District Attorney, and elections were only seven months away. Arthur Branch was finally retiring, and both women had been frontrunners for the position since long before his announcement. However, both women admired the others' work, and on a non-professional level, they had become friends. To some extent, at least. They never lacked things to talk about, having similar political aspirations, the same job, the same sorts of friends, and the same ex-girlfriend, one Olivia Benson of Manhattan SVU. “Something you needed?”
“I just wanted to congratulate you on an excellent conviction, Branch and his flunkies will be proud,” Alexandra Cabot replied, a smirk of delight plastered over her elegant, classic features.
“It wasn't the most difficult case that has crossed my desk, but any conviction is a good one,” Casey said, her smile brighter, more joyful than Alex's trained cynicism.
“Agreed, counselor,” Alex replied, her glassy blue eyes searching deep within Casey's emerald orbs. “This is not meant to be an insult of any kind, but you have matured so much since we first met...” Alex said, trailing off when she saw the distant look in Casey's eyes.
“... six years ago. I was so young, so new to prosecuting, the DA's office, crazy politics,” Casey finished with a light flourish, dragging out her words, adding on a new frustration with every nod of Alex's head. Although both women loved their job, they could find common ground in the grievances that it delivered to them, weighing deep into their already slighted personal lives on a daily basis.
“SVU has been good to you?” Alex asked, noting a small smile grace Casey's features, lighting up an adorable dimple in her left cheek at mere mention of the Sex Crimes unit that both women had given so much of their lives and hearts to.
“Very. The cases never stop coming, the detectives work their asses off, Stabler's up for Cragen's job, and I finally talked Olivia into playing for our team this summer,” Casey replied, her reply causing Alex to choke on the generous sip of black coffee she indulged in, a little low-class for someone of Alex's stature, as the recycled paper cup looked like it had been bought off a street cart for $2.00.
“She already played for our team, or so I thought,” Alex said, treading lightly. “Olivia Benson, a switch-hitter - who would've guessed?”
Both women's minds drifted into thoughts of the brunette detective, who had really just gotten more beautiful with age. She was older than both ADA's, but she made up for her years in wisdom and sexual prowess that had sent both Alexandra Cabot and Casey Novak into erotic tailspins on many, many occasions. How that woman could be anything other than a lady lover was shocking, to say the least. Casey's darkened green eyes locked onto Alex's once again, chuckling softly at the visible evidence that Alex's thoughts had wandered to places Casey would not allow her own to segue to. The light blush on her neck, her trembling hands, shortness of breath, glazed over vision... she was definitely falling into a Benson coma.
“Alex?” Casey nudged, her voice sharp and alerting. The blonde's eyes cleared up, meeting Casey's as her body jerked back into her proper, rigid posture. Casey wondered if Alex was always this uptight, this professional... or if she had a hidden, naughty streak that needed to be coaxed out. “Softball. I was talking about softball. Each department has their own team, ours is Sex Crimes, and we've been losing horribly for the past couple years... so I begged Olivia to play, because she's, well... amazing at anything... strenuous.”
The strawberry blonde's words were dipped in lascivious double entendre, and Alex quickly caught notice.
“Oh, it hasn't been that long, Counselor. I remember...”
Casey took a moment to simply study her fellow ADA. Alex Cabot was definitely attractive. Blonde hair, shimmering like sun-bleached wheat, mixed with gold silk, just a few inches past her strong, yet feminine shoulders. Cabot was slightly shorter than she, but her piercing gaze and perfect posture (or a good pair of Jimmy Choo's) made up for the height difference. No one would think of her being anything but an Amazon in the courtroom. Casey had seen her prosecute a few times, and her carefully placed speech, attack strategy, and husky, alluring voice had gotten her hot under the collar at all occasions.
“She really is something... a very sexy, undeniably alluring something... and I want her,” Casey thought, remembering that she probably should say something to further the conversation.
“Women. Can't live with or without them, can you?” Casey said, blushing lightly, feeling the heated sensation starting at her collarbone and working her way up to her cheeks. Unless one was studying closely, they would probably attribute the added rouge in her cheeks to the unforgiving wind chill.
“But it's so fun having them around,” Alex said with a glistening smile.
“God, she's cute. I mean, I remember her being a naïve, careful, youthful spirit. In the DA's office, that kind of youthful ignorance doesn't last long, but wow - has she grown up. Trading those lime green powersuits and batting cages for Chanel and powersuits that I have copies of in my personal closet... but with those legs, she might just wear them better. Casey Novak, you are delicious...” Alex thought, hoping Casey wouldn't catch onto her mental ramblings and the fact that the older ADA was now undressing the taller woman with her eyes.
“I wouldn't know,” Casey said with an innocent grin that held a slight trace of wolfishness, almost like the canary planning to capture the cat. “Eternally single. There aren't enough women in New York City that... strike me.”
“Oh, so you're picky,” Alex teased, her grin widening as Casey's voice dropped to lower, huskier proportions that she felt like a smooth, practiced caress all over her body.
“Selective,” Casey corrected. “Picky's insulting.”
“My apologies, Counselor,” Alex said. “Might I take you out to lunch for a little... victory celebration?”
“Or we could just go back to my apartment and have lunch after a victory celebration in my bed...” Casey thought, her mind wandering to thoughts of whether the illustrious Alex Cabot would be a top or bottom. Casey was always a top. Alex Cabot writhing underneath her would be a wet dream come true.
“Well, if that's what you want....” Alex said, staring Casey directly in the eyes with a fierce intensity that the younger ADA wasn't sure she had ever seen or felt before. But what was she talking about? Casey paused for a moment.
“Oh shit, I just said that out loud! Novak, get a hold of yourself... lie,” Casey thought, making sure such words stayed in her head this time.
“I'm not quite certain what you're talking about Miss Cabot,” Casey said, feigning innocence as best as she possibly could. The blush, however, was always her direct downfall.
“Your words, Novak, not mine...” Alex teased. “But, if you wanted to take my offered 'victory celebration' to bed, I certainly wouldn't object.”
Casey felt as though the wind had knocked her over and been knocked out of her all at once. She very well could have melted on the steps of the courthouse that moment, but she kept her gaze wrapped around and on Alex to stay upright and collected.
“Shall I hail the cab?” Casey suggested, her words shaky.
“Allow me, Counselor. You look as though you're about to fall over,” Alex said, a smirk collecting on her face once more. Minutes later, they were wrapped in the warmth of a NYC cab, the cabbie checking them every few seconds, clearly basking in the sexual tension between the two. Casey knew better than to attack Alex right here, with lips, tongue, and teeth - it wasn't very becoming for either woman, especially with their high risk professions that seemed to always be in the public eye. Traffic was almost non-existent, and both women were thankful that the cab ride that would have normally taken a half hour took but 15 minutes. Soon enough, Casey tipped the cabbie, and they walked up the steps to her upper West side apartment. Alex smiled. Late night booty calls would be simple enough, as she only lived nine blocks from here.
Casey opened the door, and both women ran up the stairs to Casey's apartment, safely tucked away in a corner on the twelfth floor.
“My heels are killing me,” Alex groaned once Casey unlocked her apartment.
“No worries, you'll be on your back soon enough,” Casey said, locking the door and turning to launch herself at her predecessor. Their lips crashed together, and Casey learned quickly enough that Alex Cabot was not a bottom. Her hands were everywhere, and carefully placed moans laced within their sweet, insistent kisses were slowly unraveling the redhead. Casey's strong hands and slim fingers clutched at Alex's hips, leading the blonde backwards toward her bedroom. She steered their bodies carefully, coats and jackets being shed behind them. Alex was now before her in a simple, blue button-up blouse with a lacy, feminine hem. Casey was wearing a simple white button-down shirt with a seductive, ultra-feminine black camisole underneath. Alex's fingers never trembled as she unbuttoned Casey's shirt, peeling it off her slender shoulders and revealing the lacy camisole underneath. Casey, however, was not as graceful in getting the blonde's shirt off, opting for ripping it off and promising to let Alex steal one of hers, to keep, the next morning.
Casey pressed Alex down onto her bed, watching with lust-darkened eyes as Alex slid to the center of the Queen sized mattress, relaxing and spreading out on Casey's lime green comforter. Alex's legs were slightly spread, one knee bent inwards, giving Casey quite the show. The redhead panted softly, shoulders slumping with each intake of breath. She felt a little like a predator, going out of her mind until Alex enticed her with a slow, “come hither” motion of an elegant index finger.
“I want you,” Casey said plainly, her voice darkening with her eyes. Alex moaned softly as Casey knelt on the bed, crawling toward Alex. She ran her hands over creamy, pale skin that was very much like her own, except slightly more bronzed, a few freckles marking her shoulder, hip, and above her breasts with beauty and precision. Casey took the initiative to kiss the freckles above the swell of Alex's breasts, loving that the blonde ADA was clad only in a tight black pencil skirt and her black bra. Casey's hands snuck around Alex's back and unclasped her bra, shedding it off her slender arms immediately, and bit her bottom lip as Alex's painfully erect nipples, raspberry in color, were already on display, begging Casey to take them into the hot confines of her mouth.
“Oh, Casey...” Alex moaned as the redheaded ADA did just that. Her tongue snaked around each nipple, flicking and sucking them between her lips and tugging gently with her teeth. Alex's hips bucked impatiently, and Casey divested herself of the black camisole, letting Alex's finally shaky hands work the clasp of her bra to even them up in states of undress.
“You are so beautiful, Alexandra Cabot,” Casey murmured reverently against the blonde's golden skin. “I've wanted to touch you for so long...”
“And I've been waiting for you to finally make the first move. I was starting to think that my signals were way off as far as you were concerned,” Alex said, her hands tracing down Casey's lightly muscled arms, from playing softball, no doubt, to her smooth, creamy breasts. Alex tweaked Casey's lighter, smaller nipples with quick, practiced fingers, causing the redhead to arch her back, exposing her long, swan-like neck, to Alex's hungry lips, bruised from powerfully kissing Casey. Alex spread her legs a little more erotically, silently communicating what she needed Casey to do. Casey's hands found the zip on her skirt and pulled it down immediately. The lacy black panties underneath drove the redhead wild, but she knew that she would rather have them off. She moved to straddle Alex, and the blonde made quick work of the button and zip on Casey's tight fitting black slacks.
Casey slid out of her pants and let Alex see that she had opted not to wear anything under those pants today.
“No wonder you looked so cold outside the courtroom. You probably had an excellent breeze,” Alex purred.
“Well, I have you to keep me warm now,” Casey said, leaning down to kiss the blonde again, moaning as Alex instantly devoured her tongue, fighting it with her own, and battering Casey's mouth with hungry, deep kisses. Before the redhead could comprehend what happened, she was on her back with a powerful, seductive Alex Cabot on top of her, her hidden strength fighting Casey's hands above her head and pinning them there. “Fuck me. Alex, please...”
“I've planned on it since the moment I first laid eyes on you, lime green power suit and all,” Alex purred, leaning down to sensuously capture Casey's lips, letting the redhead feel the entire length of her body, smothering her in delicious heat, as one of her deceptively strong hands nudged her legs apart. Alex slid off her own panties, allowing Casey to see her in her full glory, the closed curtains illuminating Casey's bedroom to a certain extent, but keeping a good portion of it in shadow. However, all could be seen between the two women, now soon to be lovers, and their eyes wandered freely.
“Please... Alex... no more... teasing,” Casey struggled out as the blonde tortured her dripping folds by tracing them with fingertips idly, keeping careful watch on Casey's ever-changing facial expressions. She was almost delirious with need, and Alex decided to take pity on her. In one smooth, swift stroke, Alex penetrated the younger ADA with two fingers, stroking immediately with a hard, languid pace. Her strokes all seemed to blend together as her thumb moved up to brush Casey's clit. The redhead groaned deep in the back of her throat, mewling like a kitten and whimpering Alex's name. No longer did the attorney sound confident and sure of herself... now she had given her voice up to something more demanding and primal. Something purely Alex Cabot.
Where she mustered the strength, Casey didn't know, but somehow, the redhead managed to move her hand to the dripping junction between her lover's thighs. Alex sucked in a heavy breath, her glassy blue eyes turning to the color of a rich, night sky somewhere out in the country, where no one could hear them scream. Alex needed this, too, Casey decided. And she would find the strength to deliver. Alex added another finger inside Casey when she asked for more, and Casey took the pause as an opportunity to slide two of her own strong, slender fingers deep inside Alex's molten core. Alex groaned and fell forward, her lips falling in the sweaty crook of Casey's neck. Alex licked and sucked there as Casey's fingers took the lead, starting the blonde off at a sweltering sprint to her inevitable climax.
“Oh, fuck... Casey!” Alex groaned. “Oh, yes... more, baby. More.”
Alex was demanding and talkative, but the things she was saying, and the things she was calling Casey made up for everything. The redhead added a third finger to the blonde and watched her body shudder in delight, every inch of her clenching and unclenching. Alex began moving inside Casey again, determined to meet the redhead's strength and pace. Their limbs tangled together. Alex's legs were around her upper back, and Casey remarked for a moment that Alex's flexibility would have to be pushed later on for some more exciting positions.
“Mmm, Alex... right there,” Casey moaned, her body rocking up against the older ADA. Sex with another woman had never been this consuming, this powerful... Casey was quite certain that she had never been touched like this before. Her wetness increased as Alex found another sensitive spot deep within her, and she found the same spot within Alex. Alex's inner muscles clenched around her fingers and held her tight, so tight that Casey had to work her already-burning biceps to fight the resistance.
“God, Casey... so close...” Alex moaned loudly, shamelessly, in the redhead's ear. Casey knew that she was close, too, and decided to ride her climax over with her fellow ADA, while looking up into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Look at me, Alex... please, look at me,” Casey whimpered, trying to bring the commanding tone back into her voice. She failed, but Alex complied. Their eyes locked and a powerful wave swept over both women, launching their bodies together and causing hipbones, stomachs, breasts, and lips to collide as their screams echoed throughout Casey's spacious apartment. Both women extracted their fingers, panting lightly as Casey pressed a light, tender kiss to Alex's sweaty temple and brushed some of the still luminous blonde hair from her forehead.
“You're so good to me, Casey. So good, in fact, that I need a breather...” Alex said, wrapping her arms around Casey's waist. Casey snuggled close to Alex, laying her head on the blonde's shoulder, listening to her heartbeat pound underneath her ear. It was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. Everyone had always said that Alex Cabot had a strong heart, and now Casey knew that statement was fact.
“How long?” Casey asked, already eager to begin again.
“Not long at all, darling. I haven't even gotten to taste you yet,” Alex said with a wicked smile as Casey felt the heat rush through her body. After today's unexpected results, she was quite certain that she would never find herself cold on the courthouse steps again.