why the hell not?

Casey sighed as she peered into the doorway, seeing the same sight night after night in a different outfit. She walked up behind Alex’s office chair and cleared her throat.

“Just a sec.” Alex mumbled, pen still in hand.

But Casey wasn’t taking no for an answer, gripping the back of the chair and spinning it to face her, Alex letting out a small yelp of fright at the sudden movement, the pen flying out her hand.

“What the hell, Case?!”         

The redhead just smiled sweetly with a knowing tilt of her head, leaning her hands on the armrests on either side, pinning the blonde to the chair.

“I know.” Alex said. “I know, but—”

“You really left me all alone on the couch to write out a motion at…” Casey glanced at her watch. “Nine o’clock on a Friday? You’re gonna give yourself a headache. Again.”

Alex smirked at her. She’d grown rather fond of Casey’s… methods, for helping her unwind.

Casey furrowed a brow. “… Did you plan this?”

Alex got up from the chair, forcing Casey back a few steps, almost hitting her ass on her own desk at the other side. “Well, I thought….” She traced her finger across Casey’s shoulder, flicking the other woman’s hair over onto her back “… Since I took such good care of you this morning…”

“Quid pro quo.” Casey smirked right back and her eyes darkened. “… I see.”

The two of them smirked as their lips met, their hands moving to wrap around each other’s waists.

“Yours or mine?” Casey asked, her voice muffled by their tongues, but already knowing the answer as she pulled Alex back towards her own, much neater, desk by the hips. She knew the blonde would freak if as much as a sheet of paper ended up out of place on her own mid-task.

Casey reached behind and pushed her chair out the way as their kisses got more heated, turning Alex and guiding her to sit on the edge of the desk. The redhead’s kisses moved along her jaw and down her neck as her hands wandered beneath Alex’s skirt, feverishly tugging at her panties and pulling them down, over her knees until they fell around her ankles.

“You work too hard, princess…” Casey husked in her ear before nipping gently at the lobe, one hand leaning on the desk to brace herself against it, the other running back up Alex’s thigh again. “… You need to relax…”

She wasted no time, curling a finger through Alex's folds and kissing her to muffle her moaning. She knew what made the other woman tick, taking the time to tease at her, flicking her clit with the very tip of her finger and relishing in every slight quiver.

Alex rolled her neck back as their lips parted, her gaze hitting the ceiling, exposing the excited pants in her throat.

“Fuck…” She lifted her hips a little, kicking off her panties and wrapping her legs around the redhead, giving her better access to slide in a finger as Alex hummed in satisfaction.

She was obviously worked up, and it didn’t take long at all for her to completely unravel, leaning back with her elbows propped on the desk and pulling Casey down with her while the redhead settled into her rhythm, adding another finger to her heat but keeping her thumb firmly rubbing at her clit.

“Ohhh God don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

“Wasn’t planning on it…” Casey huffed out a light laugh into her ear, the two of them giggling through Alex’s building heat, their hearts racing.

The blonde’s knees started to dig into Casey’s sides as the tremble in her legs got stronger, her thighs threatening to close in around the other woman’s wrist. Her insides clenched as her orgasm crashed over her, moaning in relief while her eyes rolled back and her panting slowed.

“… That feel good?” Casey whispered, slowly sliding out her fingers, her other hand rubbing at Alex’s back.

“Yeah…” Alex murmured, the corners of her mouth curling into a relaxed smile. She shuffled to sit up a little straighter and ducked up to kiss Casey again before hopping off the desk, still slightly wobbly on her feet.

“So… are you gonna join me anytime soon?” Casey whispered, pulling Alex close by the waist again.

She let out a long, contemplative sigh. “… I really do have to get those finished—”

Casey raised a brow at her.

“But… wait up?”

“…Sure.” The redhead smirked, kissing her softly before they untangled from each other. “Oh, and uh…” She bent down to the floor and picked up Alex’s discarded panties, stuffing them in her pocket. “I’m keeping these.”

“Oh come on—!”

“You can have them back when you’re done, I promise.” Casey said, kissing her one last time.

“… Fine.” Alex’s lips grew thin, she knew exactly what game the other woman was playing. Anything to make her stop working faster.

Casey turned and left the room, looking back from the doorway as Alex settled back at her own desk, crossing her legs and sighing lightly before leaning down to pick up her pen from the floor.

She was still a little slower getting from the front door of their apartment to the kitchen than she used to be, kicking off the flats she now wore in place of her heels in the entryway. Everything took a little longer. Every step, every movement, a little more cautious.

Rita did her best to take care of her all this time, but of course she slipped up at points. The occasional burnt dinner, baths ran a little too hot here and there, she just wasn’t used to being a caretaker. But she tried, as much and as often as she could.

Casey walked through into the usual low lighting of their kitchen to see her plating up two bowls over the stove, two glasses of wine already poured out and sitting on the table.

“Hey…” Rita turned and walked over to her, a bowl in each hand, placing them at their respective spaces on the table before kissing her lightly on the cheek. “How was work?”

“Yeah, fine.” Casey sat at her spot at the table, eyeing the contents of the bowl. “In and out of arraignments most of the day, but they're talking about getting me back on the trial calendar—” She stopped to eat a forkful of pasta, her eyes lighting up in surprise. “Is that vodka sauce?” She asked, a hand over her still half full mouth.

“Yeah. I uh… found a recipe online.”

“… You made it?!”

“Yeah? Why, do you not like it? You want something else—?”

“No, no it’s… it’s perfect.” Casey raked her fork through the rest of her bowl. “… You made vodka sauce for me.” She mumbled to herself with a smile.

Rita ate slower than ever, content with just watching her love from across the table, finally relaxed as she ate and drank her wine.

The brunette eventually reached out across the table to take Casey’s free hand as they finished up. “… I’ve missed you.”

Casey looked at her, confused. “You only got home a couple hours ahead of me?”

Rita shook her head and let out a light laugh. “No, I… I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

Casey let out a little sigh as she shuffled out of her seat, breaking away from Rita’s grasp and collecting their empty bowls. She took them over to the sink, filling it with hot water and soap to make a start on the dishes.

Rita slinked up behind her, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s waist and reaching up to rest her chin into the crook of Casey’s shoulder.

“So, how are you feeling…? I mean, really?” She asked, laying a kiss on the other woman’s cheek while she scrubbed away at a plate in the sink.

“I’m good…” Casey nodded lightly with a smile before tilting her head towards her. “All thanks to you of course, my hero.”

“And you’re not just saying that to try and make me feel good?”

Casey sighed and took her hands out the water, giving up on the dishes for now and drying them on the dishtowel beside her. She whipped round to face Rita, her back against the counter and caged into it by the other woman’s arms.

“You want me to show you…?” She said before ducking down to steal a soft kiss. “How grateful I am…?” She smirked into each peck, a hand still warm from the water quickly finding itself tangled in the brunette’s roots, to no objections.

Rita managed to pull away breathlessly for just a second. “Are you sure?” She asked.

Casey nodded feverishly. “Please. I’m ready.” Her lips kissed along Rita’s jaw to her ear, her free hand starting to wander down Rita’s back and around her waist. “… I’ve missed you, too. Let me show you, how much…”

She tugged Rita by the hips, leading the two of them out the kitchen. She turned her head back between more grinning kisses to check their route, walking back between doorways and through to their bedroom. Her hands slipped into the waistband of Rita’s skirt, untucking her blouse and pulling it off over her head.

“Lie back.”

Rita obliged, taking off her own bra and tossing it in the same direction as her blouse as she crawled up onto the bed, laying on her back against the pillows.

Casey crawled up and climbed on top of her, pinning the other woman to the bed with her hips and caging her with her arms, letting Rita’s hands wander over the buttons of her shirt, feverishly working her way down them for the blonde to shuck off her own shoulders. Casey leaned back down to kiss into Rita’s neck.

“God, you’re so amazing…” She whispered. “You treat me so good…” She kissed down Rita’s collarbone and across her chest, before ducking back up to meet the brunette's lips again. “I wanna make you feel, as good as you made me feel…”

She moved down Rita’s body, hands roving over her chest, only stopping to pull a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling over the nub while her hand rolled and pinched at the other. Her teeth scraped gently at the tender flesh as it popped back out again, eliciting an excitable gasp from the other woman.

Her hands continued to wander, over Rita’s ribs and around her back as she made her way down. Rita raised her hips off the bed to assist as Casey pulled her skirt and panties down off her legs and tossed them to the side.

Rita drew up her knees as Casey ducked between them, leaving a trail of kisses up the inside of her leg before leaning down further to settle between her thighs.

But the doubts in Rita’s head couldn’t help but make an appearance, even between her excited pants. “Are you sure, you’re… you’re okay down there, darling?”

“Always looking out for me…” Casey responded darkly, leaving one more, warm kiss on the inside of Rita’s thigh, nipping at her skin before diving to her lower lips, teasing at her heat with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, God…”

Casey certainly hadn’t lost her touch, her mouth moving expertly through Rita’s folds, kissing, licking, drinking all of her in, the sensations and the sound of the other woman's satisfied moans driving Rita wild. Casey really did miss her, her intimacy. This was about more than proving she was back to her old self, or repaying the favor.

Rita started to grip at her chest and roll her hips, grinding between the sheets and Casey’s face, the blonde’s nose brushing against her clit, her thighs already trembling as she moved.

“Oh, fuck don’t stop, don’t stop…”

Casey hummed in satisfaction again, the vibration as she spoke only heightening Rita’s pleasure. “I missed you… Missed this…”

Rita was just glad this was happening at Casey’s insistence, the last thing she would ever want to do was pressure her. It was like night and day between that moment and the first night she got home, terrified to so much as place a hand on her like she was precious, fragile porcelain. She was happy to wait to get back to normal, or even a new normal, as long as it was with Casey. She would’ve waited a thousand years, as long as it was for her.

“Fu-uck, right there, right there…”

Casey deepened her tongue strokes, gripping one hand to Rita’s waist to steady herself and bringing the other down to sink a finger into Rita’s warmth. Rita's hand wandered down to meet Casey’s on her hip, their fingers interlocking, tightening until their knuckles turned white against each other as Casey quickened her pace and added another finger into her, gentle words morphing into wanton moans and heavy panting.

“Oh, God, oh God I’m gonna c—"

Rita cut herself off, not enough time to even finish the thought as her orgasm crashed through her, the wave of pleasure invading her every sense as she cried out. Casey slowed but didn’t part, her fingers gently curling and her tongue moving from rabid flicks back to gentle kisses.

Rita stroked her thumb over Casey’s knuckles where their hands were still tangled together as her pants started to quieten, her cue for the other woman to trace back up her glistening skin, leaving more sticky kisses back over Rita’s hips, her ribs, between her breasts and back to meeting her lips again with a smile.

The brunette cupped at Casey’s face with both hands, keeping the other woman close as she stroked through her hair.

“I love you, baby…” Rita moaned between kisses, enticed by the taste of herself on the blonde’s tongue. “I love you, so much…”

Casey writhed on top of her, her hands restlessly searching over the other woman’s body and up her arms, only to settle back in Rita's hair, too. “I love you, too… I love you, I love you…”

They stayed attached to each other as if they were afraid to let go, that they might lose each other if they couldn’t feel the other’s breath on their skin.

Rita leaned up on her elbows and turned Casey onto the bed, caging her against the mattress with her own arms, but she let out a slightly pained gasp as she hit the pillows, causing Rita to shoot back from her lips.

“You okay? You want me to stop?”

“No, no, I’m okay, just…” Casey whispered, ducking up to kiss her and pull her back down on top. “… Please be gentle.”

“Of course.” She spoke just as softly, running a hand over the side of Casey’s head again and leaning in for another, much softer, kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Rita got up onto her haunches to unbutton Casey’s pants as she wriggled underneath to pull them down with her underwear. She kicked them off and away from them, allowing Rita to lean back down again, kissing at the blonde's neck as her free hand sank south. Casey gasped as she felt Rita’s fingers curling so easily into her, their hips moving closely in tandem with every pump.

“You been looking forward to this, darling?” Rita husked into her ear.

“Yes… God, yes…” Casey moaned as she nodded feverishly. She finally felt safe enough, secure enough, to let go. To succumb to her building heat as Rita worked her magic between her legs, her longing gasps muffled with kisses.

That night she came home, unsure if she could ever let anyone near her again, the slightest touches making her recoil and shudder in fear, sleeping with the light on for weeks, started to fade from her memory. Now she was finally back again, safe and relaxed in Rita’s arms, so delicate and knowing was she with her in the dark that she could finally feel pleasure again.

Casey started to squirm restlessly against the sheets, panting harder as her heat built further and they locked eyes. Only each other left in the moment, and each other’s loving touches.

“Oh my God, fuck…!”

Her hands wrapped around the back of Rita’s neck for support, one digging into her shoulder while the other tangled into her hair, gasping and screwing her eyes shut when she finally came, her chest rising off the bed as it shot through her.

Rita slowed the pace of her fingers, still looking her love in the eye. Casey gulped as she returned to reality, a tearful smile breaking out across her face as the brunette leaned down to kiss her softly once more.

“Thank you…” Casey murmured, kissing her back.

Rita rolled onto the bed beside her, bringing her in for a close embrace and cupping the side of her face, stroking damp strands of hair behind her ear. “I love you, sweetheart… I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Casey ran her hand up and down Rita’s arm. “So much… So much…”

They stayed close like that little while longer, basking in each other’s glow, in the shared relief, that things were finally going to be okay.