⭒Aubs

Casey Novak:

One shots:

Needy Much *

Back Seat Confessions *

Best Birthday Ever *

Messy Eater *

Series:

Forever & Always *

Objection, Over Ruled *

Alex Cabot

One shots:

I only miss you when I’m breathing

Warnings- none. Fluff, wedding planning, actual wedding.

Not because it wasn’t important.

But because loving y/n had already become part of Casey’s bloodstream long before the ring.

Still, there were moments that hit her out of nowhere.

Like standing in the grocery store deciding between two pasta sauces when she caught sight of the diamond sparkling under fluorescent lights and suddenly thought:

“Oh. I’m going to marry her.”

And then she had to pretend she wasn’t emotional in aisle seven.

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“You keep staring at your hand,” y/n teased one night from the kitchen.

She looked up from the couch innocently. “No I don’t.”

“You literally look at your ring every twelve seconds.”

“That is not scientifically proven.”

Y/n walked over laughing softly, setting down two mugs of hot chocolate before dropping onto the couch beside her.

“It’s okay,” she grinned. “I stare at you like a loser constantly too.”

Casey snorted immediately. “At least you’re self aware.”

“Very.”

But then y/n’s expression softened.

The kind of softness reserved only for Casey.

She reached for Casey’s hand carefully, thumb brushing over both rings she still wore together — the promise ring and the engagement ring side by side.

“I still can’t believe you said yes.”

Her face melted instantly. “You proposed in Paris.”

“You cried before I even finished asking.”

“You were being emotional!”

“You tackled me so hard I almost dropped the ring over the balcony.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

Y/n laughed quietly before leaning over to kiss her.

Slow. Warm.

The kind of kiss that lingered afterward.

The kind that made home feel less like a place and more like a person.

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Wedding planning turned out to be far less glamorous than Pinterest promised.

There were spreadsheets. So many spreadsheets because Casey wanted to make sure everything was perfect and detailed.

Guest lists caused arguments.

Flowers were somehow offensively expensive.

And seating charts nearly ended their sanity entirely.

“One more person asks me what our wedding colors are and I’m going to start barking,” Casey muttered dramatically one night.

Y/n looked up from the laptop. “You already changed the colors three times.”

“Because lighting matters!”

“Baby, I love you deeply,” she said carefully, “but I genuinely cannot tell the difference between ivory and eggshell.”

Casey gasped in fake offense.

“There IS a difference.”

“They’re both white.”

“They are emotionally different whites.”

She stared at her for a long moment before bursting into laughter so hard she had to lean forward.

And annoyingly enough, Casey started laughing too.

That became the thing about wedding planning.

No matter how stressed they got, they always found their way back to each other.

Always.

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A month before the wedding, they ended up slow dancing in the kitchen at 1 a.m.

No music. No reason.

Casey had been sitting on the counter stealing frosting off cupcakes they’d made for a family party while y/n cleaned dishes beside her.

Then suddenly she stepped between her knees, hands resting on her hips.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Nothing.”

But y/n pulled her closer anyway.

The apartment lights were dim except for the stove light glowing softly across the kitchen.

Outside, rain tapped gently against the windows.

Inside, she looked at her like she still couldn’t believe she was real.

“You know what’s crazy?” y/n murmured.

“What?”

“I loved you so much when I gave you that promise ring.” Her thumb brushed against the band still sitting on her finger. “And somehow I love you even more now.”

Her chest physically hurt sometimes.

That was the problem.

Y/n said things so casually that rearranged her entire nervous system.

“You’re really cheesy lately,” she whispered, smiling against her mouth.

“You’re marrying me anyway.”

“Unfortunately.”

Y/n kissed her then.

Longer this time.

Her hands warm against her waist while she smiled into it, breathless and happy and completely hers.

And for a second the entire world narrowed down to that kitchen.

To rain outside.

To sleepy laughter.

To the quiet scrape of her thumb against her skin.

To the feeling of being loved gently.

Carefully.

Completely.

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The wedding itself happened on a warm spring evening.

Nothing huge. Nothing extravagant.

Just people they loved gathered beneath strings of lights while music drifted softly through the air.

And y/n waiting for Casey at the end of the aisle looking seconds away from crying.

The second she appeared, her face completely fell apart.

Hands shaking.

Eyes glassy.

Like she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her life.

“Oh my god,” Olivia whispered somewhere behind her. “She’s DONE for.”

And honestly?

She was.

She reached her smiling through tears already threatening to spill, and y/n grabbed her hands immediately like she physically couldn’t wait another second.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered softly.

“I know.”

“You okay?”

“No,” y/n laughed breathlessly. “You look insane right now.”

She nearly started crying instantly.

By the time they exchanged vows, both of them were emotional disasters.

“I choose you,” y/n said quietly during her vows, voice trembling. “In every lifetime. Every version of this life. Every ordinary Tuesday we get lucky enough to have.”

And suddenly there wasn’t a dry eye left.

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Marriage didn’t change them the way people claimed it would.

Stealing each other’s clothes.

Y/n still reached for Casey in her sleep.

They still argued over what to eat for dinner at least three times a week.

But there was something quietly beautiful about calling y/n her wife.

Something beautiful about hearing her introduce her as her wife.

The words never stopped feeling sacred.

Months later, she found y/n one evening sitting on the living room floor surrounded by old photo albums.

Paris pictures.

Polaroids from college.

Screenshots of blurry late-night FaceTimes.

Movie tickets.

Tiny pieces of a life built together.

“What are you doing?” she asked softly.

Y/n looked up smiling.

“Just thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Very.”

Casey sat beside her carefully, resting her head against her shoulder while she flipped through another page.

Then she stopped at a picture from Paris.

The balcony.

Sunrise.

The morning she proposed.

“You know,” y/n murmured quietly, “that promise ring was the best decision I ever made.”

She smiled softly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She kissed the top of her head gently. “Because it led me here.”

And there it was again.

That feeling.

The overwhelming terrifying softness of loving someone enough that they became stitched into every future thought you had.

Home.

She was home.

And somewhere between Paris and promise rings and sleepy kitchen dancing and wedding vows whispered through tears, they built the kind of love people write poems about.

Not because it was perfect.

Warnings-none. Straight fluff

The rain had started sometime around six.

Not the dramatic kind that rattled windows or flooded streets—just soft, steady rain that turned the city silver outside the apartment windows. The kind that made everything feel quieter. Smaller. Safer.

Alex Cabot stood at the stove in one of y/n’s old college sweatshirts, sleeves shoved to her elbows as she stirred a pot of pasta like she hadn’t spent the last twelve hours dismantling a witness on the stand.

“You’re burning the garlic.”

Alex glanced over her shoulder with mock offense. “I am not.”

Y/n leaned against the kitchen doorway, barefoot and grinning, hair still damp from a shower. She’d stolen one of Alex’s oversized T-shirts, and it hung off one shoulder in a way that should’ve been illegal.

“You absolutely are,” she laughed.

Alex sighed dramatically. “Then perhaps you should cook.”

“Nah. I like watching you pretend to be domestic.”

Alex pointed the wooden spoon at her. “I’ll have you know I’m very domestic.”

“Oh yeah?” y/n crossed the kitchen slowly, arms wrapping around Alex’s waist from behind. “Last week you tried to microwave aluminum foil.”

“That was one time.”

“And you almost set the apartment on fire.”

“A learning experience.”

A laugh brushed against Alex’s shoulder, warm and soft. Followed by a kiss—lazy and absentminded, pressed right beneath her ear.

That was the thing about loving her.

It wasn’t loud most days.

It wasn’t fireworks or dramatic declarations in the rain. It was this. Hands around her waist while pasta boiled over. Kisses in the kitchen. Someone remembering how she took her coffee after impossible mornings in court.

Someone staying.

Alex leaned back into her instinctively, exhaustion finally catching up with her bones.

“Tough case?” Y/n asked quietly.

Alex hesitated.

“Yeah.”

She didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t have to. That was another thing. She’d spent years surrounded by people who demanded explanations from her—judges, detectives, reporters. But with y/n, silence was allowed and understood.

Y/n squeezed her once before letting go. “Go sit down. I’ll save dinner.”

Alex narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You just want control of the garlic situation.”

“Correct.”

“Hm.”

Still, Alex surrendered the spoon and moved toward the couch, collapsing against the cushions with a tired sigh. The apartment smelled like rain and tomato sauce and the vanilla candle her girlfriend insisted on lighting every night.

A few minutes later, two bowls appeared on the coffee table.

“See?” Y/n said proudly. “No kitchen fire.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” y/n hummed, curling up beside Alex, “you’re obsessed with me.”

Alex looked at her for a long second.

Then another.

Because sometimes it still caught her off guard—that this was real. That after years of running from danger and grief and loneliness, she somehow ended up here. In sweatpants on a couch arguing over garlic with the woman she loved.

Y/n nudged her knee. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to say something emotional.”

Alex scoffed lightly. “I would never.”

“Liar.”

Alex smiled despite herself, small and helpless around the edges.

“I just…” She paused. “I missed you today.”

Something in y/n’s expression softened instantly.

“You saw me this morning.”

“Yes, well. It was a very long day.”

“That bad?”

Alex nodded once.

Without another word, y/n set her bowl down and climbed into Alex’s lap sideways, arms wrapping around her neck. Alex let out a startled laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you need attention.”

“I do not.”

“You texted me four times before noon.”

“One of those was about coffee.”

“One was literally just the word ‘help.’”

Alex buried her face against her shoulder, laughing quietly for the first time all day.

“There it is,” y/n whispered, fingers sliding through Alex’s blonde hair. “That’s the sound I was waiting for.”

The rain tapped softly against the windows.

Alex could feel her heartbeat slowing beneath warm hands and familiar perfume and the weight of someone who loved her enough to memorize every version of her—sharp-edged prosecutor, exhausted insomniac, sarcastic disaster in fuzzy socks.

“You know,” y/n murmured, tracing invisible lines against Alex’s neck, “you get clingy when you’re tired.”

“I do not get clingy.”

“You absolutely do.”

Alex opened her mouth to argue, but then y/n’s lips brushed hers slow enough to steal the thought entirely.

The kiss tasted faintly like red wine and laughter.

Not rushed. Never rushed.

Y/n kissed her like she had nowhere else to be.

Alex’s hand slid instinctively to her waist, fingertips brushing warm skin beneath the oversized shirt. The kiss deepened just slightly before y/n pulled back with a grin.

“You looked stressed,” she whispered.

“That’s one way to fix it.”

“Oh?” A teasing eyebrow lifted. “You saying I’m therapeutic?”

“I’m saying you’re distracting.”

“Same thing.”

Alex kissed her again before she could get smug about it.

Outside, the city kept moving. Sirens somewhere downtown. Taxi lights reflecting on wet pavement. Thousands of people living thousands of separate lives.

But inside the apartment, the world narrowed to tangled legs on the couch and sleepy smiles and the feeling of being loved gently.

And maybe that was Alex’s favorite part.

Not the grand moments.

Not the impossible ones.

Just this.

Honestly this series is probably finished

Part 1

Part 2

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3 **

chapter 4

chapter 5 **

chapter 6

Two years since you slid that promise ring on Casey's finger. No crowd, just shaky hands and quiet confessions. "It’s not an engagement ring. It’s just a promise ring to show that I promise to be here through thick and thin” you promised.

And somehow, even now, two years later, Casey still looked at it the same.

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Paris in October felt unreal.

The city is glowing gold at night, streets shining after an afternoon shower while music drifted from small cafes tucked away into corners. Every picture the two of you took looked as if it were torn out of Pinterest- blurry lights, messy hair, and flushed cheeks from the cold.

Casey's favorite part wasn't the luxury diners or tourist spots. It was you standing in the hotel room trying to learn French on Duolingo with a horrible accent just to get her to laugh.

It was the way you unconsciously reached for her hand whenever you were crossing a street. It was the way you woke up before her to open the curtains because you knew Casey liked to watch the sunrise over the skyline.

The first morning in Paris the two of you walked along the Seine wrapped in one scarf because Casey forgot hers at the hotel.

"You're literally freezing" you laughed.

"You're dramatic."

"You're shivering."

"I'm being aesthetic."

You couldn't help but laugh while you shook your head "Gosh, I'm obsessed with you."

Maybe it was the way Paris made everything feel cinematic, but Casey's chest physically ached hearing you say it so casually. Like loving her was the easiest thing you have ever done. Which if we are honest, it is the easiest thing.

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On the third day, you finally took Casey to the Eiffel Tower that night.

Everyone always talks about how beautiful it is at night, but nobody ever talks about how loud it is- tourists talking over one another, cameras clicking nonstop, street performers playing music nearby.

Yet somehow when you pulled Casey close to you, all of that seemed to fade away.

"You know..." Casey mumbled into your coat "you've been very emotional this trip."

"I'm always emotional, especially when I'm with you."

"No like..." she smirked "suspicious emotional."

You grinned instantly "you think I'm proposing."

"Are you?"

"No."

"Okay... but now you're smiling too much."

You laughed then met Casey in the world's softest kiss.

Even though you weren't proposing, Casey realized she did not care. Because love had stopped feeling like gestures a long time ago.

Love was you warming up her hands in your coat pocket.

It was you remembering she hated tomatoes and picked them off before she asked.

It was sitting there listening to her ramble about how the squad got on her nerves or made her feel less than.

Love was ordinary things becoming sacred because the two of you were together.

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On the last night in Paris, you and Casey stayed awake almost until sunrise.

The two of you sat on the tiny balcony, wrapped in blankets stolen from the bed, eating leftover pastries and pasta, watching the city slowly come to life.

"I don't want to leave" Casey quietly admitted.

"We will come back" you promised.

"You promise?"

You went strangely quiet after that. Your nerves light up through your entire body. You were nervous but carrying something else, something softer. Like you were carrying something fragile in your chest.

Casey turned to you finally. She smirked "why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because..." you said with a breathless laugh "I don't think I've stopped since the first time you walked into the precinct."

Casey's heart stuttered.

The sun was finally rising, casting a golden glow over the city while you reached into your pocket pulling out a tiny velvet box.

Suddenly Casey understood. "OH MY GOD YES!!" She started crying before you even opened the box.

"Baby, wait I didn't even a-"

She cut you off "yes you did" she laughed through the tears "I know what this is."

Your hands were shaking as you opened the box to reveal a large emerald cut ring.

"The last few years with you have been the best thing and easiest thing I have ever done. Even when life gets messy or exhausting... you still feel like home to me."

Casey looked at you through the tears. She looked at you like you were the most precious and fragile thing.

"You're my best friend Casey" you continued "You’re home to me. And I know promise rings are supposed to mean someday, but honestly…” you laughed softly "but I'm tired of someday."

The ring sparkling so bright that Casey started crying harder.

“I want every version of life with you,” you whispered. “I want grocery store runs and lazy Sundays and future apartments and maybe someday kids and old age and all of it. I just want it with you.”

You took a shaky breath as before you asked.

"Will you marry me?"

You barely got the question out before Casey launched herself into your arms.

"Yes!" She sobbed "oh my God yes!"

You laughed against her neck, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe while she nodded over and over like she needed the entire world to understand she meant it.

When you finally slid the ring onto her finger, replacing the promise ring for just a moment before carefully moving it to her other hand, she stared at both of them side by side and started crying all over again.

“Now you have both,” you teased softly.

“The promise,” she whispered, looking at him through tears, “and the forever.”

And she swore right then Paris could’ve disappeared entirely and she still would’ve remembered that moment forever.

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When you got home, life returned all at once.

Laundry piles.

Morning alarms.

Fast food runs at midnight.

Work schedules and grocery lists and sleepy arguments over whose turn it was to do dishes.

But something about Paris stayed with you.

Maybe it was the photos taped onto the fridge or the little souvenirs sitting around the apartment.

Maybe it was how you started dancing together in the kitchen when songs they heard overseas came on.

Maybe it was because after spending a week away from everyone else, you remembered how much the two of you genuinely liked each other beyond just being in love.

Two years after the promise ring, you still chose each other every day.

Even in the boring moments.

Especially in the boring moments.

On Sunday mornings, she’d crawl into your lap while you played video games, half asleep with messy hair covering her face.

At night, you'd pull her against your chest automatically in your sleep like muscle memory.

Sometimes the two of you still stay up until 2 a.m. talking about nothing.

Sometimes you'd kissed in grocery store aisles just because you could.

Sometimes you catch her staring at the ring again.

“You know,” you teased one night, “you still look at that thing like I handcrafted it myself.”

“You basically did.”

“It was literally from a jewelry store.”

She smiled softly anyway, tracing her thumb over the silver band.

“No,” she whispered. “It was from you.”

And your expression changed instantly — softer, quieter, like she’d reached directly into your chest and touched something fragile there.

You leaned down and kissed her slowly then, hands resting gently on her waist while rain tapped against the apartment windows outside.

Warm.

Safe.

Home.

The kind of love people spend their whole lives hoping to find.

And somewhere in the middle of that ordinary little apartment, between sleepy laughter and tangled blankets and pictures from Paris hanging crooked on the wall, you built a life that felt bigger than every grand gesture combined.

Not perfect.

Not cinematic every second.

Just real.

Chapter 5

Warnings- smut

Its been months since your trip with Casey. Not long after you arrived back home Casey started to distance herself from you. She would spend hours upon hours in her office burying herself in work. And when she did come home she was so distant from you.

You walked into the kitchen to see her sitting at the island.

“Casey can we talk?”

“I mean I guess it’s not like I’m busy or anything” she snapped.

You tried to calmly explain that you missed her and she kept distancing herself. “You’re here but you’re not really here with me. I feel that you make your work more important than me.”

“Well maybe because it is y/n!”

“Right so all those things you’ve told me were all lies?”

“I don’t have time for this!” She yelled. “Get your shit and get out.”

You marched over to her and picked her up over your shoulder. “What the hell are you doing y/n put me down.”

You smirked “you said take what’s mine and leave so that’s what I’m doing. I’m leaving this room and taking you to the bedroom.”

Once in the bedroom you sat Casey on the edge of the bed. She was pouting with her arms crossed. “You know you’re being a brat right now, right?” You asked.

“So what? Apparently I’m distant now so how could I be a brat?”

You took a second to stare at her and stomped into the bathroom. A few minutes later you came back to the bedroom with a small box in your hand. You sat by Casey and she finally glanced at you.

“I bought this the day after our first date. I bought it because I knew I wanted to be with you forever. I want a life with you. I want to marry you and have babies running around one day. It’s not an engagement ring. It’s just a promise ring to show that I promise to be here through thick and thin.” You tried to hold down the tears.

Casey finally looked at you. Actually looked. “Y/n I’m so sorry I’ve been distant. I’m so scared to get into something like this because the last time I did I got hurt. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry my love.”

You pulled her to sit on your lap and kissed her gently. “I love you so much Casey. Just promise me that you won’t distance yourself because you’re scared. Talk to me and we will figure it out.”

You pulled the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger. You let yourself fall back onto the bed and Casey went with you. She deepened the kiss with a low growl in her throat. You ran your tongue over her bottom lip begging for entrance which she happily accepted. Tongues fought for dominance while hands roamed bodies.

You pulled off Casey’s old Harvard tshirt followed by your own. Pants were soon to follow being thrown in the growing pile in the floor. You planted kisses up her leg then up her torso before taking a nipple in your mouth. You drew mindless patterns as Casey arched into your mouth. One of her hands tangled in your hair as the other held the headboard. Making your way back down you placed a lingering kiss to her mound.

“Wait. Come up here with me” she whispered. You kissed her deeply and slid your hand between the two bodies. You found her soaked and easily slid in two fingers. The words and noises that came from Casey were delicious. “Let go for me my love” you husked by her ear. Casey came hard around your fingers as you eased her through her orgasm.

After her high you pulled her into your side playing with her hair. Casey’s head laid on your chest as she looked up at you. “I’m sorry for being so distant but I do want a life with you. I can’t wait for it all even the screaming toddlers running around.”

AN- I wrote this bc I love Megan Moroneys new album guys. I also didn’t proofread so whoops.

Warnings- none. Just cute Alex fluff.

Alex was so ready to solve this case that she had agreed to go undercover. She usually stayed away from going under like this but she wanted to put this rapist behind bars.

You were a newer detective and the only one that was willing to go undercover. You didn’t particularly dislike Alex but you also weren’t best friends. Hell half the time the two of you wouldn’t even say a simple ‘hi’ when passing in the hallway. So when Cragen put the two of you going under as a couple you were about to lose it.

When Alex walked out of the hotel bathroom in a red fitted dress and her soft waves framing her face, you blushed and had to turn away. You didn’t understand why you were feeling this way when yall barely even talk.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Alex talked “we need to lay some ground rules. This is work. No falling in love.” Alex laughed softly as you agreed to no falling in love but deep down you knew you might be screwed.

Y’all arrived at the party and Alex leaned in and whispered “stay close and make it believable.”

“You do know that this isn’t my first undercover op right? It’s literally my job.”

The two of you made some rounds greeting people and making some small talk before you made your ways to the bar. You slipped off to the bathroom and Alex stayed at the bar. When you came back you noticed how stiff her back looked as a man had stepped a little too close to talk. Without thinking you just walked over and wrapped your arms around her waist and kissed her bare shoulder.

You might have been dreaming it but you swore Alex relaxed just a tiny but when your lips made contact on her shoulder. When y’all were finally alone for a minute you asked her “why do you hate me?”

“What do you mean? I don’t hate you.”

“Well I’ve been with special victims for months and this is the most we have ever talked.”

“I guess I was just scared I guess.”

You barely even managed to whisper “oh.”

You grabbed her hand to make it more believable as you left the party. When you got back to the hotel you popped open a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. You didn’t drink too much at the party since it was a work thing. Alex asked you to help unzip her dress and your hands were shaking. You drank in her toned back and arms while unzipping the dress. After the two of you got changed and sat on the bed drinking the wine you said “is it wrong that I’m kinda enjoying this?”

Alex looked shocked “no because me too. But we’re tired so maybe we should get some rest.”

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It had been six months since the undercover mission with Alex. To say things have been different between the two was correct. Y’all talked a lot now, ate lunch in each other’s offices, she’s even stopped by your place on a Friday night with takeout in hand. This Friday was no different. Alex sat on your couch while you plated the food.

“None of it was real was it?” Alex asked.

“I never lied to you. I meant everything I told you.” You paused “I know you said no falling in love but I think I failed at the instructions.”

Alex walked over to you and put her gentle hands on your cheeks. “It’s fine because I failed to. I’ve missed you even though we work together.”

You pulled her closer by her hips and kissed her softly. When you pulled back you whispered “I only miss you when I’m breathing.” And kissed her again.

You picked her up and carried her to the couch. Curled around each other while playing with her hair Alex said

“I love you y/n.”

Messy Eater.

Summary- read above.

Warnings- 18+ smut, period sex.

As if the day couldn’t get worse, Mother Nature decided to slam you like a train. You couldn’t wait to get home.

You were unfortunately stuck on desk duty. Casey came to see you in your office and brought take out. She instantly noticed something wrong. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She didn’t buy it. She knew you were lying.

“Okay you don’t have to talk about it but just know I can tell when you’re lying.”

The two of you sat in your office and had lunch when Casey’s phone started going off. She was needed in the DA’s office.

You were so pissy by the time you got home you forgot that Casey had gotten off early and promised to make dinner. You slammed the door and walked to the kitchen wrapping your arms around Casey’s waist from behind.

“Hi love” she whispered.

“Hi. I’m sorry for earlier. I was stressed and started my fucking period so I felt like shit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“It’s okay my love. I have an idea that might make you feel better” she said as she smirked.

“Casey did you literally not hear what I just said?”

“And maybe it turns me on plus it will make you relax.”

She picked you up like you weighed nothing at all and carried you to the bed. Her lips were on yours the second you hit the bed. She slipped a hand under your shirt, lightly tracing your ribs. She swiftly pulled off all clothes. Yours and hers. Casey started planting kisses down your body and then lowered herself between your legs. She laid open mouthed kisses from your knee, up your inner thigh, and you could feel her breath ghosting over your cunt.

“Your eyes already say yes but I need you to verbally say it.”

“Please Casey. Please don’t tease too much.”

She laid a soft kiss to your clit as you gasped and instinctively reached down for her hair. Casey then licked a broad strip up your center and groaned at the taste. You could tell it was turning her on. She lapped mercilessly at your clit while she inserted a single digit. She tapped that spot inside of you that made you see stars.

Maybe it was because your hormones were going crazy or because Casey was incredibly skilled. But either way your walls were clamping down as she inserted another finger. You were close. Casey could feel it before you could.

“Let me see you let go for me.”

She crawled up to kiss you while she eased you through your orgasm with her fingers. But you caught her before she could kiss you.

“Wait. Wipe your mouth off I don’t want to kiss my blood off of you.” You half giggled half whined.

Casey wiped her mouth and kissed you fiercely. She whispered in between kisses “That’s my sweet girl” another kiss “I love you.”

“I love you more Casey. More than anything.”

You pulled her into your arms for a few minutes before you realized you had to go to the bathroom before you had a bigger mess to clean up. As you got up Casey yelled out to you “by the way period sex is the best. 10/10 would recommend.”

Warnings- none. Just fluff really

a/n- this is hella short bc I’m stuck. I know where I want to get Casey and readers relationship but I’m stuck on how to get there.

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You and Casey have been dating for almost six months before you asked her to move in with you. Even if she had been slowly leaving her stuff at your house- her favorite softball tshirt, an extra pair of her kitten heels, an extra toothbrush, or a change of work clothes for when she spent the night.

The both of you had saved up enough vacation hours to take a much needed trip together. Casey wanted to take you somewhere tropical so y'all flew to Turks and Caicos for two weeks. When you landed you went straight to the hotel to get ready for the dinner plans Casey had made. You were absolutely awestruck when your girlfriend walked out of the bathroom in a fitted, strapless, dress with her hair in a neat french twist.

"What?"

"God you are so beautiful. It's doing things to me."

Casey laughed as she took your hand to pull you in for a kiss. "Come on we're gonna be late."

Dinner was at a very fancy bistro. You both shared stories that you haven't shared yet while sipping on a bottle of wine. After you paid, you walked the beach back to the hotel hand in hand, giggling and stumbling.

Both of you had drank just a little too much wine. Not enough to be drunk but enough to talk without thinking and still understand what you are saying. The words came out before you could stop them. "Case I think I want to marry you."

"Oh you think? Because I know I want to marry you but where are you thinking?"

"I would take you somewhere like Rome, make a whole scene just to get down on one knee."

"I would love that."

Once you got back to the hotel you helped Casey get ready for bed and stealing kisses whenever you could. You spent the first night wrapped in each other's arms, exploring the other person's body.

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The next morning your limbs were entangled with Casey's. You were running your fingers through her hair while she was tracing your tattoos.

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

“About marrying you because absolutely.”

Casey called in breakfast while you got in the infinity pool in the resort. Casey looked breath taking in a deep red bikini that showed just enough skin without demanding attention. As she handed you a mimosa she interlinked her fingers in your free hand.

On the last day Casey asked “so when are we going to Rome?”

Chapter 3

Warnings- language, SMUT

"You could have just told me you liked me because I like you too. More than a friend."

Without thinking you took one stride to reach her, cupping her cheeks with your hands. You leaned in and then-

You kissed her.

It was slow and soft and neither of you wanted to part. Casey eventually pulled back far enough to rest her forehead on yours. “God I’ve wanted to do that for so long” you murmured. You kissed her again and this time she wrapped her arms around your waist as she deepened the kiss with a low moan.

After a hot makeout session, Casey pulled away to get her things to head home. You reached for her wrist and gently pulled her back to you.

“Stay. Please.”

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

You led her to your bedroom to get her some clothes to sleep in. When she came out of the bathroom you crawled into bed first and tossed the cover back for her. You could tell that she was nervous. Which wasn’t like Casey Novak at all.

She laid so close to you that your shoulders were almost touching. “Is it okay if I sleep this close? I promise I won’t take up too much space.”

“Casey you could literally koala yourself around me and I wouldn’t care.” You both broke into a fit of giggles.

She snuggled up close to you and buried her face in the crook of your neck. You thought she had dozed off when you felt kisses being placed along your collarbone. You lifted her chin with a single finger and kissed her so fiercely that she couldn’t do anything but moan into it.

You rolled over to straddle her hips, never breaking the kiss. Your fingers finding their way under her shirt and tracing the lines of her ribs. Casey’s fingers laced through your hair. It didn’t take much to pull her shirt over her head. You trailed kissed down her neck until you found the curve of her breasts. You lightly flick your tongue over a nipple and she arches into your touch. Tongue drawing patterns on her nipple while your hand toys with the other.

Casey’s breaths are shallow and she’s moaning your name every time you roll her peaked nipples between fingers. “Fu- y/n”

Your free hand trails down into her pants and you swipe a single digit through her folds. You circle her clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“M- more… please”

You slid one single finger into her heat and her walls were instantly fluttered.

“Let go my love. Let me see you.”

The praise with the movements of your mouth and your hand was enough to send her over the edge.

You eased her through the orgasm as she yelled your name. Afterwards her lips met yours in the world’s softest kiss.

“You’re shaking”

“So are you.”

Casey flipped you in a second. It honestly surprised you how strong she was. Casey swiftly pulled your pants off and lowered herself between your legs. “I want to taste you so badly right now.”

“Then don’t tease and just do it already.”

Casey spent no time teasing. Attaching her lips to yours clit and sucking ferociously. You were already so worked up by fucking her that you were already tense. Casey slipped a skilled digit into you seeking out the spots that made you writhe underneath her. When she found it you came hard around her hand.

She kissed her way back up your body whispering soft praises between kisses.

She pulled you close and ran her long fingers through your hair. The two of you stayed Ike that the rest of the night.

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When you woke up Casey was still curled around your body. You laid a light kiss to her hairline as she stirred.

“Good morning”

“Morning” she mumbled in response.

“You want breakfast?”

You got up and headed to the kitchen to make her pancakes and coffee. While Casey finished up her breakfast you picked at yours.

Casey obviously noticed “you okay, y/n”

“Yeah I am. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“Us. Last night. And I don’t want you to leave.”

Casey smirked “are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah I am.”

Chapter 2

Warnings- language, eventual smut, slow burn

A/N- I’ll name this series eventually I just can’t come up with anything rn😓

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After the drinks with Casey you didn't sleep. You stayed up all night thinking about her and what you could be doing. The next day Casey struts into the precinct with her perfectly tailored suit that hugs her in all the right places. She glances over at you and gives a small grin. It took everything you had to peel your eyes off of her ass. You noticed that she had two coffee cups in her hands and you figured she had brought it for Liv or that she just needed the extra caffeine today.

"Here figure you might need this after last night"

"Oh thank you"

"Of course" Casey nodded as she left to retreat back to her office.

Liv had noticed that you seemed tense that morning but thought you just failed to sleep at least halfway decent.

"You two are going to be the death of me" Olivia said after Novak left.

"what do you mean by that? She brought me coffee, that's all."

"I mean she brought you coffee, not anyone else. You look like shit and the second she came in you instantly looked happier."

You rolled your eyes and started to come back but Munch threw some files at you and told you to take them over to Casey's office.

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You knocked and was hoping she was busy. You didn't know if you could handle being alone with her for too long at this moment.

"Come in'' she glanced up at you "oh hey y/n"

"Munch told me to bring these to you."

Of course Casey noticed your weird behavior "you okay?"

'No I think I'm in love with you and want you to be mine' you thought. "Yeah I'm just tired and this case isn't the easiest but I'll be okay."

You turned to leave and got a sudden wave of confidence and turned around to look at her again. This time you caught her staring at you.

"Do you want to go have dinner one night? Just the two of us?"

Casey was hoping she wasn't flushed too hard because she felt like she could explode right now. "Yeah of course. I would love that."

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Saturday rolled around and you pulled up outside of Casey's apartment. She walked out in jeans that looked way too good on her and a button up shirt. You were awestruck. When you get to the restaurant you blurt out before thinking "you look amazing."

She tried to hide the grin but just thanked you when the waiter came over to get your order. Conversation started to flow. You stayed away from the work topic as much as possible. You talked about how your weeks went, old stories and everything in between. When the check arrived you got a little sad because you didn't want the night to end. You drove back to Casey's apartment blasting all kinds of music. When your car came to a stop at her place she asked if you wanted to come in. Of course you did.

She pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two cups. The two of you ended up on the couch watching The Notebook. She flopped down so close to you that your shoulders were touching. You kept stealing glances every once in a while until she finally caught you.

"You're cute when you stare." Shit. Casey didn't mean to say that. you just blushed and focused on the TV. You eventually look back over at her and catch her staring this time. The air between y'all shift instantly and when you leaned in to kiss her your phone started blaring. Fuck. You groaned as you answered the phone.

"I gotta go. Benson needs me at a crime scene. I'll see you at work on Monday."

"Okay. Be safe."

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To be honest, you were terrified for falling in love with Casey. You were so scared that you were going to hurt her or end up getting hurt. You thought that the easiest thing to do was to keep her at arms length. You started distancing yourself, being short and dry with her, declining invites to drinks or dinner. She eventually had enough and stormed over to your apartment.

When you opened your door you were shocked to see her there. You didn't really want to but you let her in anyway. "You okay, Case?"

"Y/n what is going on with you? You have been so distant and short with me. Did I do something wrong?"

"No! You didn't do anything."

"Then why have you been shutting me out? I miss you y/n."

You started pacing, deciding on if you should tell her or not. "It's not that easy. I can't just exactly tell you that I've been avoiding you because I love you and I thought that if I pushed away neither one of us would get hurt."