Part idk of my Calex trailer trash series!?
She wasn’t drunk. Not exactly.
Just slightly warm and floaty, the edges of the day blurred soft between the smudges of lipstick that covered the back of her hand, the corner of her lips.
The case had gone to shit. Some rich prep school kid got a slap on the wrist for putting a girl in the ICU. The judge had thanked him for his promises of probation. Alex had nearly broken her own jaw grinding her teeth, she’d snapped at Olivia she’d been waiting outside the court house for her.
She’d gone to a bar alone, the brunette hadn’t taken it personally. Merely reaching into her back pocket and calling Stabler to drive by the bar on his way home.
She called Fin to pick her up, she knew he wouldn’t tell Casey. He honked as he arrived, she downed her last drink before walking out without paying a tab. The bartender didn’t even blink, as they looked over the bar to see the blonde climbing into a recognisable low suspension, purple car.
Alex leaned her head against the passenger window of Fin’s car, blinking slow against the blur of streetlights. The ride through the park was mostly silent, aside from the low hum of the radio and the occasional crackle of gravel under the tires.
Her heels were off, sitting in the footwell, beside a dirty magazine and hammer. She’d given up on them about halfway to the car, clutching them in one hand while Fin wordlessly opened the car door and waited.
“You in trailer one or trailer two?” he asked now, turning down the lane toward their strip.
She turned her head, loose strands of hair falling out of the bun she’d half-managed in the courthouse bathroom hours ago.
She sighs at her friend then mutters. “Dog needs feeding.”
Fin glanced at her sideways. He didn’t say anything, but his hands tightened just slightly on the wheel. He could see it. The little things. Her lipstick gone, the faint mascara smudge under one eye, the slack to her features. Dented.
“Casey ain’t back yet,” he said flatly.
“I know,” she affirms. “She’s home Sunday.”
He nodded once. Didn’t press.
She didn’t mention that her key wasn’t in her bag. She figured Casey had moved it again after the Fin/Mistress Debacle of Last Month. Fin still hadn’t entirely lived it down.
They pulled up outside Casey’s trailer. The porch light was off, but the dog barked once inside, as though he knew.
“I’ll walk you in,” Fin said, unbuckling.
“I got it.” Alex replied, opening the door with a little more sway than she intended, gazing back in the cabin grabbing her shoes, she grinned. “Thank you Fin.”
Fin didn’t move at first, then sighed and leaned out the window as she started for the porch.
She paused, hand on the railing, turning slightly.
“I’m gonna do a few laps. Stabler’ll swing by in two hours. Munch again at dawn. No one calls Casey, but you call me if anything feels off.”
Alex tilted her head, smiled faintly.
“Yeah yeah, I better be.” He sniggered, starting to reverse down the drive.
She gave him a small salute, half ironic, half appreciative. “I’ll keep the dog close.”
He watched her make it up the steps, then pulled off into the dark. Her bare feet slapped soft against the warped porch.
Alex paused at the door. Shoulders rising. Exhaling slowly. She could hear the dog pacing behind the door.
She reached for the doormat — flipped it. Nothing. Next, the flowerpot, hollowed out under the rim, covered in cigarette ash. She crouched, silk blouse sticking to her back, chest tightening slightly as she ran her fingers beneath the pot. Again coming up empty handed.
“Of course,” she muttered, brushing hair from her eyes. She checked under the ledge of the window, fingertips scraping paint.
She reached up. Fingers skimmed behind the mailbox — nothing. Then to the corner where the place where the side railing met the broken lattice panel.
She found it by feel. Tucked flat between a loose board and the edge of the post, metal pressed into wood.
The second she pulled, she regretted it.
“Shit,” she hissed, flinching. She dropped her clutch, sucked the blood from the tip of her finger. A thin splinter. Deep beneath a smear of red.
She sat back hard on her heels. Sweat collecting at the back of her knees. The key hung from her other hand now, cool against her palm.
She stared at the locked door in front of her. Gritted her teeth. Jammed the key into the lock. Twist. Push.
The door stuck halfway, swollen with heat. She shoved again, shoulder pressed flat, weight behind it.
The trailer gave way with a creak.
She dropped her heels by the door, letting her bare feet sink into the worn carpet. Her blouse clung to the back of her neck, her bra strap had been digging into her ribs since lunch, and the waist of her skirt itched where it had bunched from slumping in Fin’s car.
Pulling off her shirt, skirt, left only in a lace slip. Knocking her elbow with each motion. She collapsed into Casey’s spot — her spot — the divot in the cushions already molded to her shape. A deep brown recliner chair.
She sank into it, exhaled. Alex laid her head back, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
She could almost hear her. Casey’s heavy boots coming through the door, the soft grunt of her throwing her keys on the counter, that low rumble of her voice saying, You waitin’ up, angel?
Alex sighed, rubbing at her eyes, her veins thrumming lightly, intoxicated.
“Idiot,” she whispered again, rubbing at the splinter in her finger with her thumb.
The dog thudded into the kitchen a moment later, sniffed the floor, then settled with a grunt by the foot of the chair.
Alex let her hand dangle over the side, brushing his back once.
“Good boy,” she whispered before standing up.
Alex flicked the radio on with the edge of her wrist, elbow still awkwardly crooked as she reached under the counter for the half-fridge.
A soft static kicked in first, then the slow hum of something old and country. Slow. Miserable.
“Jesus,” she muttered, but didn’t change it.
She popped the beer cap with the bottle opener mounted to the cabinet and immediately leaned her forehead against the doorframe, exhaling as the cold hit her hand.
The dog bumped her thigh with his head. A silent reminder. Alex fed the dog without bothering to take off her jewelry. The small heart hook Casey had hung above the sink, bare. She tipped the bag of food into the metal bowl one-handed, nails still glossy. Her other hand balanced a cold beer against her hip, half full and sweating.
The dog barked once. She winced.
“Indoor voice,” she muttered, rubbing his head. “It’s late.” She huffed looking back at the dog, smirking gently at his dopey expression. “You eat better than I do,” she squatting down awkwardly in her slip, fingers brushing over his head.
The dog simply huffed and began eating.
Alex stayed on the floor longer than necessary.
The dog padded over to her after eating, nosing her arm. She gave up and dropped fully to the floor, legs folded under her, her back against the wall. She pulled the dog into her lap, his massive head settling against her thigh.
He huffed, a sound she pretended was affectionate, and licked at her hand.
She sipped the beer, closed her eyes for a second.
She could hear a car rolling by outside. One of the boys. Elliot probably. They wouldn’t knock. Just checking in.
She didn’t hear the water. Not really.
Didn’t question the boots by the door.
Didn’t notice the dog’s leash folded on the table instead of hooked by the door, where she always left it after morning runs.
Didn’t really notice anything at all until the air shifted, the scent changed.
“Got one of those for me, princess?”
Casey stood there dripping, grinning, towel in hand, hair damp and curling at the ends.
Boxers riding low. Nothing else. Her skin still damp, scars just visible along her collarbone.
Alex stared. “You’re home,” more of a grunt than a greeting, voice cracking in her throat as the dog stirred under her hand.
Casey’s grin softened as she crossed the space, crouching down in front of her, towel tossed over one shoulder.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Casey said, voice softer now. She leaned forward, tucking Alex’s hair behind her ear. Her thumb grazed the place where Alex’s lipstick had rubbed off.
Alex’s mouth didn’t work for a moment. She swallowed, feeling as though she could cry. “I thought you weren’t back till Sunday.”
“Got done early. Got bored.”
“That’s what surprise means.”
Alex moved slowly, shifting the dog off her lap, crawling forward enough to press her face into Casey’s shoulder. Her cheek grazed damp skin, the corner of her mouth brushing the top of Casey’s collarbone.
“I missed you,” she said into the space where Casey’s neck met her chest.
Casey simply nodded, holding the other woman’s close to her as she lifted her from the floor. Guiding them to the bathroom. The redhead lifting her directly onto the basin, kissing at both sides of her cheeks. “Baby,” Casey whispered, laughing gently as she pulled back, started wiping mascara from under her eyes. “You look like a sad debutante.”
The blonde didn’t have time to feel embarrassed, Casey kissing her before she’d even finished the comment. Jabbing repeatedly at the blondes mouth with her own until Alex finally laughed, pushing her away affectionately.
“Don’t they feed you while you’re away?”
Alex leaned into the sink as Casey wet a cloth. “Not nearly enough.” Her partner winked before sighing lightly. Taking in her lovers form, shrunken, beaten, sleepy. Drunk.
“Oh.” She cooed, rubbing her thumb first lightly beneath her eyes. “You got mascara under your eye,” Casey said, flicking the edge of the cloth to the other.
Alex huffed, pouting as Casey squished her face between her palms. “Hey pretty girl.” She teased, pressing their lips together again. Alex’s still puckered, stuck, willing.
“God I your face.” Casey declared, pushing back the blondes hair, kissing her forehead.
Alex smirked tiredly. “You’re ridiculous.”
The mirror still held steam. Casey continued to bathe her, the washcloth pulled down her jaw, across the base of her throat. Down her shoulders, arms, gently wiping at the tattoo behind her ear.
Her name. Casey always kissed it. Teasing her lobe gently as her hands worked down the blondes wrist. Alex lifted her hand without question.
The skin on her index finger was raw, blood just under the surface, red, a thin, ugly line from the crack in the wood. The splinter was buried too deep to see clearly, but the flesh was raised, pulsing faintly against Casey’s thumb.
Casey angled her hand toward the light. Didn’t speak. Alex flinched when her thumb brushed the spot.
“Sorry baby,” Casey muttered, inspecting as she bent closer, gently pinning Alex’s wrist between her hands. “Sit still honey,” she murmured.
Alex didn’t answer, jaw locked. Yet she couldn’t look away as Casey leaned in. Her breath hit her skin first — then her mouth.
She took the tip of Alex’s finger between her lips. Alex hissed, shoulders twitching against the mirror, condensation painting her back. She focused on Casey’s breasts, plush to her bare knees.
“Don’t—” she started, voice cracking on contact.
“Shhh,” Casey breathed. She sucked gently, tongue pressing against the underside of the pad. Her teeth scraped just slightly as she drew back, then leaned in again, lips pulling slow.
Alex closed her eyes and whimpered slightly. Pain rolled sharp down her arm, up her jaw.
“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, trying not to twitch.
Casey pulled back. “Little bastards still in there,” she said, voice low. Calm. She kissed the skin next, right beside the swelling. “One more the baby.”
Alex stared at her. Then gave a tiny nod.
Casey took the finger in her mouth once more, deeper this time enough that her lips sealed around the joint, tongue working firm along the pad, pressing up under the splinter’s edge.
Alex jerked once. Gasped. Griping Casey’s head. Casey stayed there — working slow, steady suction, then gently dragging her teeth back against the tip as she came off.
A soft pop. Alex blinked.
Casey spit delicately into her palm, the splinter, a narrow sliver of dirty pine. She held it up between two fingers, dropped it in the sink.
Then turned back. Her hand never leaving Alex’s. Alex’s eyes dropped as the redhead kissed at the palm of her hand repeatedly. Before reaching back to a bottle in Alex’s open make up bag, on the floor, pushing some moisturise onto her palm. She started at her cheekbone.
Soft swipes. Her fingers dragging just enough to make skin pull beneath, streaked down to her jaw.
“Eyes like that oughta be illegal,” Casey muttered, rubbing slow circles. “Look at you.”
Alex blinked slowly, heavy-lidded. She didn’t answer. Vaguely blushed.
Casey stood, her hand still grasped between Alex’s own, the blonde drawing patterns between her bones. She grabbed the toothbrush, ran it under the water, loaded it with paste.
Alex couldn’t stop staring, she’d never felt so lucky. Casey’s bare back, counting the notches of her spine, the dragon that crossed her back.
“Open,” she said as she crouched back down.
Alex blinked, looking at the brush vaguely confused as she leaned forward, mouth parted just enough to let Casey slide the brush in.
Casey watched her as she brushed. Slow strokes. Gentle, but deliberate.
“This mouth,” she murmured, brushing the top row, “has threatened more senators than I can count.”
Alex rolled her eyes, gagged lightly on purpose.
Casey grinned, wiped her chin with her thumb before sucking the minty residue onto her mouth. “I’m serious.” She bent closer, lowering her voice, “You’ve got a dirty mouth don’t you baby.” Casey teased, licking behind her ear, tracing her name.
Alex leaned off the sink and bit her shoulder, frothy teeth marks evident and she wiped her face. Casey grunted, pulling her back by her hair.
“A Shark,” she whispered kissing the blondes nose, almost a laugh. “That’s what you are.”
Alex bit her again, on her palm as it held her face, firmer this time.
Casey tilted her head back with a hiss. Gripping the blondes jaw lightly. She rinsed the toothbrush without speaking, set it aside. Thumb tracing the wet curve of her lip.
Alex exhaled, more of a hum than a laugh and let her hands slip down to the hem of Casey’s boxers, resting just at the waistband. Her fingers drumming lightly at Casey’s arse. As she kissed her. Pulling her forward.
The redhead let her hands fall to Alex’s thighs and dipped down, lifting her off the sink. Alex’s legs wrapped around her waist, arms loose around her shoulders.
Her cheek found the side of Casey’s head. Nose tucked near her temple, soft breaths beating against her lovers face.
The hallway was narrow. The dog shifted out of the way without being told. Casey’s foot hit the edge of a boot as she turned the corner, but she caught herself before they thudded into the wall.
Alex’s fingers didn’t tighten. She knew Casey wouldn’t drop her. She remained dead weight, her legs firm around the redhead, pushing them together.
Casey dropped to her knees at the edge of the bed, lowering Alex slow. Their bodies stayed touching, hands pulled above their heads, the blondes legs accommodated Casey between them. Her mouth moved against Alex’s neck. Soft. Barely there. Her hand spread wide across her stomach, thumb sliding under the edge of her bra.
“I could keep you here.” She whispered, peppering the blondes chest and cheeks. “You could cook me dinner and watch the kids.” Her fingers moved slow, trailing the hem of Alex’s underwear, brushing her hipbone. “Heck you could order takeout and party every night, as long as it’s me beside you in bed.” Casey promised. Nipping at her collar. She pressed her lips the curve of Alex’s throat.
“I’ll put your name on everything I own. You just say the word.”
Alex swallowed. Hard, neck bobbing against her lovers mouth. Casey pressed her hand flat over Alex’s belly.
Alex turned slightly, just enough to meet her halfway, eyes half-lidded, mouth close. She didn’t say yes. Didn’t say no. She just whispered.
“Keep talking.” her fingers curled around Casey’s thigh, the redhead smirked, her mouth brushed the top of Alex’s shoulder, thumb tracing the underside of her breast in slow, lazy arcs.
She rand her nose alone the blondes, coxing her mouth open with her tongue, teasing its roof.
“You’re too fucking good at what you do baby.” Another kiss. “Too fast. Too smart.”
Her fingers moved up to Alex’s face, pushing tangled hair back behind her ear.
“It would be selfish of us to not allow that.”
Alex turned her head just slightly. Met her eyes for the first time in minutes.
Her voice, when it came, was hoarse. Low.
Cause grinned, dropping her full weight into the blonde with a satisfied moan. The blondes jerking up at the impact, her hands crawling up the redheads back, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck.
“It would be selfish of me to ask and it would be stupid if you to accept it, just because I will, doesn’t mean I should baby.” Casey kissed her again, palm flat against Alex’s forehead head, stroking her hair. “I know you’re tired baby.” Casey cooed, kissing her eye lids as they fluttered closed.
Alex nodded almost pathetically, pulling the other woman close, burying her face into her neck.
“Let’s sleep.” Casey offered, shifting to lay beside Alex, the blondes refusing to budge, forcing her to roll them back slightly, so the blonde lay above. “It’s okay my Angel.” Casey promised kissing her face, the soft sleep smiley, Alex offered was enough to kill her.
She’d go to work on Monday, Casey would drive her.
