Summary: a date between you and Casey, exploring the Art Deco and jazz aesthetic.
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Two knocks on the door echoed through your small apartment. Clothes were scattered all over the place, some were folded, none neatly. It had kept you busy for a while in an attempt to calm your nerves during the wait. Until the calling at the door finally eased your anticipation.
To your great surprise Casey had asked you out, and you naturally agreed to whatever fancy place she had promised to take you to. Of course not before scrunching your face in confusion, betraying your excitement.
You took in a sharp breath, checking your hair one last time in the hallway mirror. The feeling you forgot some silly little thing—like putting in your earrings—gnawed at you.
But as soon as you opened the door, it was all forgotten. There Casey was lifting her gaze from her heels with one hand stuffed in her Burberry coat pocket and the other holding a bouquet of lily of the valley flowers.
“Hi,” you said, staring dumbfounded for a moment, not even noticing the flowers.
“Hey,” she replied, eyes wide “You look– breathtaking.” She paused as if the word itself had taken her breath away. You wore a deep red dress, firm pleats fell perfectly over your hips, and your cleavage on display made you more confident, hoping you’d have the same effect on Casey as her unbuttoned blouses always had on you. You snapped out of your frozen state.
“Uh, you want to come in for a moment? I’m almost done,” you moved aside for Casey.
“Yeah,” she said quietly and walked past you. Inside she turned to you and held out the bouquet. “I brought you these.” Your mouth gaped in surprise as you reached out for it.
“You remembered…” you smiled, your heart skipped a beat. Casey never failed to surprise you in the way her care for people was so gentle, in remembering details others would think mundane.
“They’re perfect. Thank you,” you said, bringing them close to smell them. You stood on the balls of your feet and reached Casey’s cheek to give her a soft kiss. She turned pink, but you didn’t notice as you turned around to the kitchen and pulled the flowers to your nose to take in their scent again. Butterflies flew wild in your chest.
As you took a vase off the windowsill, you remembered.
“I’ve also got something for you,” you said, gently laying the bouquet on the counter next to the flowerpot and turning on your heels towards the other side of the apartment.
“Oh you didn’t have to,” you heard Casey say faintly as you went into your bedroom. You came back with a little orange-brown teddy bear holding a rose with a card tied around its neck. “It’s a little silly–“ you held it out before her. Casey reached for it, thinking it was precious.
“No,” she smiled, tugging lightly at the small rose in amusement. “It’s adorable, thanks.”
You blushed, darting your eyes away. “I’ll go get my purse and we can go.”
The car ride was maybe half an hour, a comfortably calm one. Safe for the small talk about your days. It didn’t feel superficial, you both just needed some time to adjust to your notably new dynamic. You didn’t really look at Casey during the journey, at first because of nerves. Then when your mind finally became reminded and convinced it was same-old Casey sitting next to you the city view started to fade into something much too appealing to ignore. The sun had not yet set, but started to slumber to the other side of the world, casting a golden veil all over. Details of the cityscape went missing, and instead the windows of sky-high buildings shone like jewels, working humans hidden from sight behind a reflection. It all became a visual orchestra of tintinnabulations, even on this late winter evening.
The style of the buildings themselves started to change too, they became more sleek, in the figurative sense. Instead of standing tall to appear as professional boldness, they presented a purely artistic confidence and purpose. A bit later, somewhere in the midst of this hidden treasure within New York you have never been to before, you seemed to arrive at your destination. Casey parked the car in front of an entrance. Two valets opened the door to either sides of the car, and you and Casey made your way out.
The cars passed by slowly on the broad street, not a chaotic unpredictable traffic, rather a continuous flow that embraced tranquility. It was all so soft on the eyes: the golden accents all around weren’t sharply prying attention towards it, but instead it softly embraced Casey and you all around. It was a quiet smooth collection of sparkle that didn’t have a definitive source.
Your attention switched from the subtle shimmering buildings to Casey’s glimmering eyes, her upper arm had brushed yours while she moved to stand next to you. “How did you even find this place?” you asked her. Casey shrugged.
“I’ve got my tricks.”
“Tricks,” you hummed amused.
“Come on,” Casey said and offered you her arm. “Let’s go inside.”
You accepted the offer. The sudden firmness of Casey’s forearm and soft touch of the fabric of her coat made you feel fluttery, yet deeply at peace. Casey guided you through the luxurious scenery, finally arriving at an entrance. Side to side you walked through a revolving door accentuated with warm brown burl veneers and, like everything else, gold. Portoro black marble swept over the entire floor of the hall you stepped into, all the way to several other smaller halls with each an elevator at the end of it.
“Wow,” you spoke dreamily, “look at those.“ With your eyes you pointed towards one of the sconces on the wall with a long lighted base and its end sprouting out like a single golden incandescent wing. Casey looked at the sconce only briefly before looking back at you. She smiled softly, feeling relieved at how your eyes sparkled in fascination at everything around. She had been anxious she’d overdone it with the destination, but in the end she decided to stick to this new place she found—partly because curiosity got the best of her. But mostly because to her it’s either go big or go home. Although you never specifically asked for an expensive, fancy date, to her you deserved nothing less.
Casey pressed the elevator button and not even a deep breath later you heard a faint ping. Just enough time passed to be impressed by the magnificent luxury of even the elevator door: turquoise lacquered with streaks of champagne gold. The both of you stepped into low smooth jazz playing in the background.
“So,” you started, a bit unsure. “How come you asked me out that—what was it—Tuesday night?” You weren’t even sure how it had been real, or if it was real. It felt a bit like a hallucination, some kind of vivid daydream that played a sick trick on your senses. Surely it wasn’t though, not when Casey so gratefully accepted your rose-holding teddy bear.
Casey scrunched her brows, a confused but equally amused look she so often wore, except now her lips curled into a smile instead of her usual pout. “I figured I just had to have some guts and ask you before… you know,” she said a little quiet, “someone else got the chance to.”
You raised your brows. “And who would that someone else even be?”
“Oh come on, don’t give me that. Plenty of people would like to date you,” she said. “Lucky for me, you’re just too oblivious to see, which is why most of them don’t even bother.”
You scoffed. “Oblivious?”
“Yeah. Oblivious,” Casey said looking at you, she huffed. “How long do you think I’ve been hung up on you?”
You shaked your head in disbelief, a state you were often in. And perhaps, Casey was right; if there really had been people fond of you, you might have had them turn the other way with a roll of the eyes, while you yourself would have been in total disbelief over the matter. Though usually it never got further than oblivion it appeared. Even if it were so that you let yourself be that foolish, you couldn’t afford to let Casey go now that you finally had a chance to so brazenly reach out for her. A need and frustration you’d held for too long.
“Do you know how long I’ve been hung up on you?”
“Well unlike some people, I’m not that oblivious,” she said.
You scoffed at her humoring audacity. “Then why did it take you so long to ask me out?” you challenged her.
“You know you also could’ve asked me out, right?” Casey said, her voice lower.
“Don’t evade my question, counsellor.”
Casey rolled her eyes, and then widened them in relief at the sound of a ping, being saved by the bell of the elevator arriving at its destination. But you were quick to press the button to two floors up before the doors could open. You pulled Casey back by her arm when she took a step towards the exit, pushing her by the hips against the veneer wall.
“Besides,” you said, “I’m apparently too oblivious to have done so.” Your face was so close to Casey you could feel her warm breath against your lips. Casey looked flushed, but still she smirked in an attempt to keep herself looking somewhat composed. The elevator pinged again. you released yourself from Casey, now standing next to her, and then the doors opened, allowing another couple inside. You smiled at the couple, taking Casey’s hand in yours like nothing happened, and Casey trying to pretend so too.
You finally arrived where you had to be, the restaurant floor. The middle-aged couple walked past you in confidence as if they’d been here before. Meanwhile you stepped out first, leaving a still dazed Casey behind. The ceiling caught your attention, even though it was so far away. Looking up at it you were completely amazed at the ornamentation and stylized motifs on the grand plafond.
Casey finally followed you, newly composed, though paying less mind to the luxury of this place. Your attention got pulled back to the ground because of Casey who, focused on finding her way around—in which, for someone never having been here before, she seemed very confident—tugged at your arm for you to follow her. You walked along the open stairway hall, carpeted in crimson, and from up there you stared down in wonder at the grand room with all types of people enjoying themselves at round tables. You stopped behind another couple that very soon sauntered after a host. Behind the waist-high counter that revealed itself to you and Casey stood another penguin-dressed woman who wore a maroon bowtie, just like all the other hosts. Together they resembled an oddly satisfying colony of marching penguins.
“Good evening, welcome to Maison Leclère,” the woman looking in her twenties spoke with a polite smile.
“Reservation under Novak.”
“Casey Novak, table for two,” she asked, Casey nodded to confirm. “You may follow the host to your table. Enjoy your evening.” And with a gracious wave of her hand toward a young man she let them follow the gentleman down the curved staircase. Your heels against the white marble clacked softly amongst the gentle murmuring of merry people. You relied on Casey for balance; you didn’t get to wear heels daily as a detective—unlike Casey to whom it was like an extension—but even if you could, you wouldn’t. It made Casey stand tall over you whenever there’d be a debrief in the bullpen and she’d lean against the table next to you, hands crossed over her chest. When her scent was so sweetly close you’d just want to follow it like a trail of fumes to Casey’s lips.
“You okay?” Casey asked, her voice smooth.
“Wha–“ you looked up. “Oh yeah, just–” you pointed to your heels, “the stairs are kinda too much for my feet.”
Casey chuckled. “Well, let me know if I’ll have to carry you on my back to the car.”
“I think I’ll manage that,” you replied with amused dismissal.
The host stopped by a table in a corner. Casey pulled out the chair next to the wall for you to sit on. The gesture warmed you. Sure, it was romantic, but the reason for your affectionate feeling was that after all this time of knowing each other she remembered you preferred to have something to look at when sitting—not just a boring wall—but people passing by as a sort of escape hatch for your eyes. Not that you’d ever need it from Casey though, if anything she was your perfect escape.
Casey took her seat as well and the host laid out the menus in front of you and left for you to choose.
“What are you getting?”
“I think I’m going for a wine,” Casey said, skimming the menu with eyes squinting in concentration. “What about you?”
“I’m gonna get a rose lemonade with mint, basil and lemons,” you read the drink with a posh accent.
“Ooh, you’re going to have to let me taste that,” Casey said lowly with a smile.
“Only if I can have a sip of your wine. You better be some kind of wine connoisseur or a secret sommelier you never told me about.”
Casey let out a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint sweetheart,” she said, her voice making your stomach flip. “The only connoisseur I am is one of brandy. But I’ll pick a good one nonetheless.”
Just like that the host came along to take your order and offered Casey the best white wine they had. He brought you your drinks and left again so you could choose your courses.
There were appetizers on the table, colourful selections of which half the both of you couldn’t even decipher, but it tasted delicious.
“Mmm, that bacon roll thing tastes so good, it’s spicy too,” you said. Casey nodded and stuffed another salmon canapé in her mouth. You couldn’t help but stare at the way her raspberry lips slightly stretched and pursed to chew. Casey didn’t notice, being too preoccupied with choosing something from the menu.
You forced your fixated gaze down in slight fluster. You reached out for your glass of lemonade and took a sip, then another, and another, not getting enough of the sweet turning pleasantly sour sensation against your tongue, something else to focus on instead of Casey’s almost overwhelming allure. You laid the crystal glass back on the table, running your thumb over the snowflake-shaped patterns.
“I’m a little nervous if I’m honest,” you suddenly voiced.
Casey looked up, her brows scrunching in adorable worry. “Is this place too much for our first date? I was a little afraid I’d overdone it–“
“No! No, not at all, I–“ you looked around in amazement, “–love it. I mean, how did you even find this place? It’s wonderful, and it reminds me of you too. I like that.” You smiled to herself, looking down at the base of Casey’s glass, avoiding her eyes.
“I just meant, we’re no stranger to each other,” you continued, “but I guess I always get a little nervous for new stuff. No matter what.”
Casey smiled, a warm, comforting smile that felt like an assuring hand on the back. She slid her wine glass by its stem across the table. “I get that,” she said. Her eyes followed yours, making sure you met her gaze. “I was a little nervous too to be honest. But hey, just remember all the times we’ve hung out already. I mean, you’ve seen me drunk; hell, I’ve even seen you drunk—but that was drunk on fatigue mostly,” she chuckled and you let out a breathy laugh.
“You’re right,” you said. You thought back on the days you started to become comfortable with Casey. At first she seemed intimidating, then you had a crisis over how cute she looked. But in the end Casey became a source of light, something you sought every opportunity you got. During breaks, you’d eat lunch in Casey’s office—at least if she wasn’t out in the field. Even when Casey was using her breaks to search for new insights for cases instead of actually relaxing. She was always kind enough to help others catch a break, but when it came to herself she never showed the same kindness. So when you came along to so joyfully interrupt a stressed Casey, with her pen on her lips and hands in her hair, to impose a moment of rest onto her, it was greatly appreciated. Even so, you still sometimes felt like a bit of a burden.
“And I’m sorry for bothering you around the office so many times,” you said.
“You kidding? That was always the best part of my day.”
“Eh– mine as well, I’m not really sorry.” you laughed and Casey joined in until it faded and a soft smile remained frozen on your faces.
You stared back into her green eyes, letting yourself shamelessly take them in because the moment had finally come where it was acceptable to do so. “I’m glad we finally got to do this.”
“Me too.”
The main course had come, Casey ordered something with fish and you crusted chicken parmesan. You both enjoyed it, along with the desert that followed and each other’s presence. The clock in the grand restaurant hall had been ticking along for hours, but neither of you noticed. It was hanging, just in case, but blended in with the rest of the gold on the wall and was small enough to not pry attention towards it. So, no person enjoying their dinner was aware of their time unless they were wearing a watch. In fact, Casey wore her usual round one with the leather straps, but even there the pointers ticked along unobserved. You were both too indulged in everything the other was saying, the other’s laughs and smiles, sometimes to yourselves.
A penguin marked his presence by leaning forward slightly. He smiled politely, “May I get you anything else this evening?”
He must’ve had vague anticipation written on his face because Casey’s soft eyes widened in sudden awareness and she twisted her wrist to check her watch. “Could you bring us the bill please?”
“Of course,” the waiter smiled politely, “may I clear this away?” He saw the both of you nod and while picking up the plates and placing them on his arm he asked: “Was everything to your liking?”. He had an exotically tinged French accent, it suited his tanned skin. “The food was very tasty,” you answered.
The waiter said nothing further, only nodded with an affirmative smile. A few moments later he came back with the bill and placed it on Casey’s right side. You didn’t have a chance to reach the leather-bound folio even if you wanted to. You made no fuss however, instead you made a mental note. Well, not so much a note as a reaffirmation to yourself that next time you were going to invite Casey out. The plan had already been in your head since the day Casey asked you out, you couldn’t stop your mind from dreaming and wandering that night.
You got up from your seats and put on your coats to re-trace the path you took a few hours ago. During the walk back you passed by another young couple being shown to their seats for a fine evening date. At the base of the stairs Casey asked “You want me to carry you up?” You smiled at her joke, “I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” You managed to wink at Casey before advancing up the stairs making sure to sway your hips as if to a dragging swing rhythm.
The elevator was empty this time, perhaps other couples had taken the other elevators, searching for one that was empty. You stepped in. Casey was eyeing the keypad first after having pressed in the floor down, before you spoke up and Casey lifted her head to look at you. “I really enjoyed tonight.”
“So did I.” Casey smiled.
Neither of you said anything for a moment. You just looked at each other as the jazz in the background droned in your ears, rising its chord to one of anticipation. And then, as the chord dissolved, you snapped out of your trance. Both of you turned your head down, mentally cursing at yourselves for the hesitant state you didn’t take action for to advance yourselves from. Still, you both smiled as you let out a nervous giggle.
At last the elevator pinged. As the doors stood open, waiting for you to step into the adorned corridor, Casey offered her arm. Your stomach fluttered and a smile spread across your face at the thought of Casey. She may—more often than some—sink, but she does so like a buoy having slipped off a deck and fallen from a height, always resurfacing with a confident presentation; Even if she still is partly under water. You have long loved her for it.
Outside the scenery had switched to silver, the stars clearer and sharp. A cold winter breeze blew around you as you walked. You rushed to the car, pressing closer into each other’s side while your heels played a piece with the humming of the cars, clear clicking echoes accompanying a wooshy sway. At the car, Casey bit through the cold—she’s always slightly warmer in temperature anyway—and first held the door open for you after taking the key from this time a single valet.
Soon enough the car got warmer. Neither of you had bothered taking off your coats, so you turned down the heat once you felt your forehead starting to sweat. As you got onto the uncrowded highway the car could drive in gear at a constant pace. Casey reached her hand over the center console and opened it to invite yours into it. You put your hand in hers. They were so soft and the warmth soothing. Casey looked over for a moment and saw the smitten state she had seen you be in almost the entire night. It hadn’t been something new though, you realized that all too well.
Casey smirked and turned her attention back towards the road. She’d always been a smooth woman, even though she was also a chaotic, awkward teddy bear. You remembered you’d been working on a paper at work once when you saw Casey walk into the bullpen. She looked around the room and, noticing you, flashed you a smile. You forced your gaze down to your papers, shuffling them around a bit and twirling with your pen after you realized you’d held your stare on Casey, wide-eyed and dazed, for a bit too long. Casey—though time had seemed to remain frozen for a moment—had already looked away, occupying herself with what she came to the bullpen for: hand Liv a search warrant and then head to a case hearing. Meanwhile the printed words on the papers in front of you just blurred together. You had been staring at them mindlessly, not registering a word written down. In fact, not even reading them.
‘Deep in thought?’ you heard a husky voice ask from behind you. Your chest filled with warmth and relief as your noticed two hands hold a lightbrown briefcase. ‘Casey,’ you said, probably grinning like a doofus.
‘Thought I’d pass by and ask if you want to grab lunch later…?’
‘Yeah,’ you answered, your eyes glossy with excitement.
Casey smiled. ‘Great.’
Her eyes captivated you. Neither of you realizing how long you’d stood dumbfounded for, Casey broke it first by rocking forward. Her briefcase moved along with the slight movement. ‘You all right here with the paperwork?’ Her lips tutted and she narrowed her eyes in a slight mocking expression.
You groaned, ‘I hate doing paperwork. But you’ve brought me just the right news to cheer me up. Do you have a hearing now?’
‘Yeah, arraignment for Paddock and Wright.’
‘Great,’ you said, excitement growing because arraignments usually didn’t take long. They’d be having their lunch break in no time.
You were entranced in your thoughts by the passing mellow streetlights shining in repetitive movements throughout the car.
“What’re you thinking about?” Casey gave your hand a soft squeeze.
“That you’re a charmer. You know that?”
She huffs, “Well you’re cute, you know that?”
“Cute? I could kick your ass and put you in cuffs.”
“I’d love for you to do that,” Casey rasped, her voice deeper in a successful attempt to make it sound sultry.
Monica rolled her eyes, “Charmer.”
Casey stroked her thumb over your hand before letting go of you to shift gears. You took the turn to the exit lane and only a few streets later arrived at your apartment building.
Michael Jackson had been playing softly in the background, now Casey turned it down and stopped the engine. She slipped her feet into her heels and made her way out of the car and over to your side in confident strides. The door clicked. A cold breeze entered the car and sent a chill over your exposed legs. “My lady,” Casey said, holding out her hand for you, and of course wearing an amused grin; but her eyes looked beyond dreamy as they sparkled in the moonlight.
Once you were out of the car, Casey shut the car door behind you without letting go of your hand. Her arm wrapped around your waist as you walked to the entrance. You stopped on the front stoop. You looked at the door handle for a moment and then down at your feet before lifting your head. “Thank you for tonight.” You leaned forward and stretched your neck to place a kiss on Casey’s cheek. “I had fun.
Casey’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped to let out an ‘oh’ sound. “No, thank you. I really enjoyed being with you, as always.” Now you were the one caught off guard. As always you thought to yourself. You stared at Casey, and Casey held your gaze. They looked especially green at night, her eyes. Even more so in the slight lighting coming from the warm-hued street lanterns that all seemed to hold a smug presence from the sidelines as they shone an ambience over the pair of you.
A strange feeling overcame you as you realized how long you’d known these eyes for, ever since Casey first stepped foot in the precinct as a fierce yet big-hearted redhead. Even later when she first dyed her hair a more strawberry shade, and by that time you got to drink in her eyes more often, listening not only to ideas and questions at debriefs, but also at her very own personal experiences and thoughts, from annoying, imperious defense lawyers, to all her childhood stories and college experiences. But never did you get to gaze into them like now.
You didn’t realize you had been leaning forward, and that Casey had done so too. How you wished you could crawl into her head and take a walk through that wonderful mind of hers.
“Can I kiss you?” you asked, hesitance not quite shaken away. Casey didn’t answer, she simply surged forward and pressed her lips to yours. Casey felt like she was melting, a great relief flowed over her like an icy surface finally expanding due to long needed heat. At first Casey’s kiss was soft, almost uncertain and dormant because she was simply too indulged in the growing feeling of satisfaction. But then her basic needs were met and she decided she wanted more. Casey pulled you by your hips for a hungrier kiss, the grip of her hands became more forceful as she pushed herself harder against you. It caused you to stumble back against the wall, you let out a whimper at which Casey groaned into the kiss.
You pulled back, watching Casey open her eyes and scrunching her face in a pout. “You want to stay over?” you asked slightly breathless. Funnily enough your heart still held in a beat of anticipation for Casey’s response.
Author's note: this was requested by @benlikes2men. Took a while, but I'm finally done with exams and here to present it. Hope you like it, otherwise hmu so I can hear your ideas on her. Excuse the potential spelling/grammatical mistakes.
Every single time you will find Alex smirking after you both had your fun. Even if it ended on a more serious note where she used dirty words in a degrading way she will smirk and have a twinkle in her eyes. There is also no way she will let you go without having cleaned you up with a wet washcloth from the bathroom, being very gentle with you. Even if she's just been degrading, she'll care for you.
B = Body part
For some odd reason, she absolutely adores forearms, even when they aren't particularly muscular—somehow, they still look like they are. She also loves your cheeks and to stare at your lips while you tell her about literally anything, you could be talking about the derivations of the Maxwell equations and she'd still be absolutely mesmerized by what you're explaining and listening because of your lips.
As for her, she's got a prominent jawline that's just so hard to keep eyes off of. Also her hands. Her hair always looks delicious too being shaped and pushed to the side by her glasses when she has them resting on her head, equally good she looks when she's wearing a casual bun, her hair grown a bit longer, and a few messy strands of hair ruin her usual composed presentation. Ironically she still looks sculpted.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
She loves when her fingers are coated with you and she wipes them against the bedsheets or her trousers, or better yet when she hands them to you and asks you to clean them.
D = Dirty talk
"Good girl."
And praising you, and telling you to cum for her. She's demanding when dirty talking, even if she might be a bit anxious—and trust that she is, more often than she lets on—she'll speak with certainty, which usually leads to her worry rising quietly inside and is also why she picks up her speed and becomes a little rough. Though it feels pleasant, you assure her with verbal affirmation that it all feels great and to definitely not stop so she feels more at ease.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
I feel like she has had a few one night stands or short-lived romances so she's quite experienced. Those relationships were mostly passionate, not really with the idea of the long run in mind. There she learned a thing or too, but with you it's not only heated: softness always speaks quietly from her eyes whenever she bosses you around.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
On top of you to see everything and control everything to make you feel best.
She doesn't mind that you don't look at her, she just wants to see you fall apart, no control over the way your face scrunches and mouth gapes. A state she brought you in, and her knees almost go weak at the though of it. Thats why she usually just focuses on your spasming body making her even wetter.
She also likes to see you do the work, either by sitting on top of her to ride, or by her telling you in what ways to touch her.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Its usually more serious or playfully flirty, but not goofy. Though you have your moments.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
She keeps herself tidy and trimmed.
I = Insatiable (how do they act when they're desperate to have you?)
Alex is someone who expects to get what she wants. So, at work (you're a detective) when she's desperate to have you, she'll call for you to come over to her office to get some sort of document, only to then shove you against the closed door and kiss you fervently. Or more often, because you're out on the field a lot, she'll send you risky text messages right before a case hearing—when she's already particularly hot because she gets passionate when pleading cases—then she'll check her phone during a break at the counsil table and smirk at your reply.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
She wouldn't often, except on the occasion where you're away for a while. When you get the chance, you'll call. And if you're both feeling riled up after a long day of not hearing each other or having to do with only text messages from one another—she likes sending spicy messages too during her break, smirking at her phone and Liv eyeing her curiously if she catches her—then you'll have your fun during a phone call.
Sometimes though, Alex gets frustrated with a case in the middle of the day, and when she calls you and you don't pick up because you're in the middle of work, she let's out a big sigh and after only a little contemplation, she decides. She throws her phone across her desk, looks at the door with piercing eyes as if she's looking through them and perks up her ears to hear if anyone is coming. But it's dead quiet in the office, safe for a trembling breath she took in. She undoes the button on her trousers and slides her hand down, thinking about you and letting her body relax as much as she can to unwind from the worry of her mind.
When she's recovering and has just opened her eyes, her phone lights up from a message. She remembers she's in her office and feels odd at the loosened feeling of her muscles and the familiar lingering tightness below her stomach but the absence of you next to her. She picks up her phone and her slight guilt fades as she reads a message from you.
"Sorry I couldn't anwser, was in a meeting. What's up, can you call now?"
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Doing you, on her desk, in her office.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
She loves both the bedroom and her office, it depends on her mood which one she prefers. If she's feeling agitated and particularly horny, she just wants to call you over to her office or prays you're the one to go and collects the documents so she can just pull you by the shirt and give you an ardent kiss.
On other occasions she'd rather unwind more calmly because her body needs more care, that's when she prefers to have a place where she can hold your bodies become tired after the fun.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Sloppy noises and seeing your reaction when she pushes you to your limit. She likes to tell you what to do, and though she won't admit it she also likes when you sass back at her, that way she gets to put you in your place again.
Also when a case is tedious and she can't really find the missing thing, or it's a case that seems difficult to win, she'll be frustrated and that manifests itself as being in the mood to make love. Oftentimes an idea comes up in her head right after and she'll widen her eyes in excitement and tell you about her plan while jotting it down on a legal pad that's always on your bedside table (or her office desk). There is an odd connection between the passion she feels from finding a convincing closing argument or well-crafted leading questions and the gratifying feeling from feeling turned on and having an orgasm.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
People who don't care one bit about their hygiene, and people who are utterly disrespectful.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
I think she'd prefer to receive, telling you exactly what to do, bossing you around. But she sure as hell loves eating you out too, it's just that she can't really say anything to you while doing so.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Judging based on how she acts in day-to-day life you'd believe she's just as composed during sex, sensual and taking her time. Well, taking her time she does, but she's rough with it, and teasing. She doesn't take her time to stretch the orgasm out, but rather teases with multiple orgasms after another. Pushing you to your limits, but caring for you afterwards.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She'd rather have a long and good time with you after which you can snuggle together. But if at work she does you over her desk as a quickie, just know you're not done for the day.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
There's probably nothing she's opposed to trying with you, she may be hesitant about certain things and her 'proper nature' might take some time to bend a little for certain things, but she'd try.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
When you try to return the favor of pushing her to her limits, she's quick to whine—until you give her a look that reminds her how many times she's teased you, then she ends up gladly taking everything you still want to give.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Be sure that she does. And she uses them on you. I think she loves doing you with toys more than doing you "bare" (but it's only a slight preference).
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She likes to tease, not so much on the holding back and draging it all out—though she does that too sometimes—but, like previously said, by continuously teasing your already trembling body with another attempt at getting you to experience a hazy bliss.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Her voice is on the higher side so her pleasure comes out as moans and whines. She's not particularly loud, but moans are generally more audible than groans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She secretely wants to watch you masturbate in front of her, telling you everything to do, every place to touch yourself.
X = X-Rated
She doesn't watch or read anything pornographic, she doesn't really have the time for it and would much rather be doing other things than watch other people or read that genre. She does however imagine a lot. Whenever there's a gathered discussion in the bullpen you generally don't say much but listen and nod along, occasionally pointing out flaws and pitching in ideas that are thought-out. Alex however is always in the middle of debating with the others, but when someone else has the floor she looks over at you having your arms crossed, either nodding along or scrunching your face at the deficiencies you heard—just then a thought flashes through her mind of surging toward you for a kiss and everyone freezing in time except you two so you can take her right then and there—her cheeks turn red at her nerve.
Y = Yours (how they'll show that someone's theirs, if they would do such thing)
She gets jealous quite easily. You'll notice by the way she gets extra snappy with her responses, but she can't bare to be away from you. Instead what she craves in that moment is you, and to teach you a lesson.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
In your arms she feels safe, so after having taken care of you and cleaned you up—and you returned the favor—you cuddle and the tensions lost during your time of passion and fun stays away, because now a calm comfort is present instead. She appreciates the way she feels with you deeply, you soothe most of her anxiety and with you she can have a decent night's rest. Especially after she's tired from having had sex as well.
Do you want to do a Alex cabot- NSFW alphabet too??
Ooohh, I don't know Alex canonically that well but I have my own ideas of what she might be like (though I can't guarantee it will satisfy the way she is portrayed in the series or other fanfiction). I'm also pretty busy with exams, so it might take a while to get done, hope that's okay, but I'll give it a try!
turnnoffyourmind
dailybridgerton
gummygunk
romaincrisis