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pairing & prompt— a.cabot x c.novak for breeding kink (ended up being significantly more pregnancy-related)
premise— Alexandra Cabot and Casey Novak had a simple relationship during Casey's suspension. "Simple" meaning sex, easy, occasionally ruthless but still mostly uncomplicated sex. Alex expects that when she returns back from the spontaneous decision to drop everything for the Congo, Casey, now returned to her former glory, won't settle back into the same place- especially now that she's pregnant, a consequence of a one night stand Alex hadn't meant for but didn't necessarily regret. She's right in that- Casey wants her, now, in a gentle yet serious way. Every complication, every new aversion or addiction, every loop Alex is thrown for- Casey's there, ready to provide.
warnings— 18+ content, graphic description of lesbian sex, extensive talk about the effects of pregnancy hormones, strap-ons (a receiving), implied cunnilingus
When she first found out, she’d read a lot. The first night she’d been home- finally home, in her own space- had been spent curled in her sofa going through the box of books on pregnancy and child rearing she’d ordered to be delivered while still in the Congo.
Since then, the amount of books ordered and read carefully with post-it notes emphasizing the sections she found most important had been increasing rather dramatically. She’d donated a whole trove of old books on justice to her old law school, just to clear up the space to justify buying more. At some point the books started feeling essentially like more of the same monologue, the blogs she started reading sounded monotonous, and the advice she was receiving from others varied little. Still, all of it made her feel slightly more comfortable, because it felt like she was prepared. To some extent. She knew what she was doing.
She thought she was prepared. She really, really thought she was prepared enough.
But nothing could’ve prepared her for how damn sexy Casey Novak would look in her penthouse kitchen, sleeves rolled up her arms and a scrunch in her eyebrows trying to read the text on her phone screen.
Alex had been watching her for what felt like hours. It had been at least two.
She couldn't remember a time in her life that she’d been more desperately aroused than right now.
It was growing in her stomach- along with a bundle of cells that was already starting to dictate her life- into a state of overwhelm she couldn’t handle.
Casey as she reached up to rummage through Alex’s cabinets, her shirt raising to expose a sliver of her back, the column of her spine visible. Her hands on the cabinet doors, tapered fingers tapping idly on the wooden surface, blunt nails that Alex could remember the feeling of on her tongue, skimming her waist, in her cunt.
She could feel her cheeks burn red, but she’d never really been one to blush before. Her lips parted so she could breathe through them, her eyes turning dry as she kept blinking at Casey, who was very focused.
Of course she would be. Of course she had no reason to be.
Alex hadn’t been at work today, but Casey- she was working her ass off, trying to regain the same reputation she used to have before the suspension. Alex had sensed it since the first time she’d seen her since her return, the weariness that had set into the woman’s bones, despite the fact it was overridden entirely by the sheer willpower and ambition she considered only Casey could have. They’d had plans for Casey to come over and Alex was half convinced she’d cancel. She knew Casey had multiple court appearances today, hell- she was still wearing her fucking court clothes, that blazer and those slacks that had her heart pounding. She must be exhausted.
Casey had come over with the intention of cooking beef bourguignon. It was a fancy yet ‘safe’ option, she’d made it before, and Alex had loved it. It was healthy, it was hearty and comforting, and Alex was incredibly grateful that Casey had offered to make something personally so intensive despite her assumed fatigue- but the second that cork opened, she couldn’t do it.
The scent of the wine Casey would need to use for the sauce had caused a wince Casey had noticed immediately with her damn perceptive, stupidly caring eyes. Alex had been in the middle of accepting forcing herself to choke it down regardless of her personal opinions, but Casey had only smiled.
“Wine isn’t any good?” She asked simply, and with a hard swallow and a pause Alex shook her head slowly. She eyed the bottle like it was radioactive and Casey snorted lightly.
“It smells strong all of a sudden, doesn’t it? Happened to my mom when she was pregnant with my little sister, too. I’ll … okay, with what I have here-” Casey hesitated, scanning the ingredients in front of her, most of which she’d already carefully prepared to some degree, before nodding to herself and flashing a reassuring grin in Alex’s direction. “Braised beef and pan seared vegetables with potatoes. Does that sound okay?”
Alex had nodded, mostly just watching Casey seal the opened bottle of wine back up with relief evident in her face.
She settled back into the armchair she’d curled herself in and took a deep breath, her mind turning back to apparently the only other gear her hormone-addled self had, which was shamefully watching the other woman and attempting to convince herself she wasn't lusting after her.
The low ponytail she’d tugged her hair into was slipping and she reached behind her, strong arms reaching over her own shoulders, practiced movements slipping the band free to retie it. Alex felt like she was drooling, watching her shoulders flex like that, her back elongate like a tease meant specifically for her.
She bent down to rifle through Alex’s drawers, trying to find a second cutting board to not cross contaminate raw meat, and Alex had never been so particularly interested in gazing at someone’s ass until just right then.
Alex forced herself to clear her throat quickly, face burning hot so quickly her head snapped adamantly in a different direction so when Casey turned to her to investigate the sound she wouldn't see the fire burning across her cheekbones.
Shifting her hips didn't help with the discomfort at all. Absolutely nothing sexual had happened and her panties were plastered to the folds of her labia in a way she couldn't shift away from. Desire burned even hotter at the realization and she wanted to groan and throw something- she wanted to strip, and she wanted Casey to watch her, and she wanted Casey to be naked and on top of her too-
Casey was humming something soft under her breath and Alex wanted to slap herself to snap out of it. She was cooking something for her and she’d had a long workday and she was probably exhausted and should deserve to relax instead of indulging both Alex’s new odd food aversions and also her sudden, overwhelming sex craving.
“Okay,” Casey murmured to herself, interrupting Alex's spiral, “I think that's all the prep work done.”
The blonde turned her head back to the kitchen, eyeing up the wooden board holding the carefully diced or cubed ingredients.
She inhaled slowly, and then her jaw was clenching before she realized. Her stomach flipped over, a deep sort of sinking disgust, and her grimace must've been obvious on her face when Casey glanced briefly in her direction.
“What is it?” Casey asked, looking down at what she'd prepared as if one ingredient would suddenly stand out to be the obvious culprit of provoking her.
She didn't mean the question regarding the issue entirely, only inquiring which vegetable or root specifically.
Casey was caring and she was unbelievably kind and Alex could see the gears turning in her head, already trying to find alternatives of what she could make without wasting food even though Alex was the one unjustly ruling out random things as she went.
“Nothing,” Alex murmured, “It's nothing, I’ll eat it.”
The auburn haired attorney turned entirely towards her then, shooting her a firm look. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised a brow in a sort of gentle ferocity that Alex couldn't help but immediately transfer into her growing fantasy of having her look down on her in a different context, which did not help the stress beginning to gnaw at her ribcage at all.
The weight of her gaze and the way her abdomen throbbing gave her only one option. She hesitated only a moment longer before agreeably mumbling her answer.
“Onion,” she said faintly, “I don't- it smells so- I’m sorry.”
“I don't want you to be sorry or have any apologies,” Casey breathed, and if Alex hadn't been so stressed she might've realized Casey was slightly amused, “I just want to make sure whatever I make you’ll actually enjoy having.”
Alex sat still as though she’d been scolded when that was the furthest thing to what had happened, but the guilt she felt was unbearable regardless.
She forced herself to try to take deep, even breaths.
Pinching herself didn't help at all, but she tried it regardless. Her mind was out of control, pendulating between seemingly random disgust at ingredients Casey was putting careful attention to, and wishing with an unadulterated need for that attention to be turned on her instead.
Her body ached to lash out. She was curled and she wanted her limbs spread out, she didn't want to be restrained in the clothes that were starting to itch and irritate her skin in a way she’d never felt provoked by before, she wanted to twitch and shudder in Casey’s arms and come so the damn arousal controlling her body could finally seep out of her veins so she could think like a goddamn normal person and less like a whore.
Her hand shivered where she’d placed it on her knee as though prompting her to let it wander down and ease the pulse that wouldn't settle. She bit her lip and glanced towards the kitchen, delusionally hoping perhaps she’d be able to get away with momentarily excusing herself to rub one out like a horny teenage boy in the bathroom so as to not disturb the redhead who she was feeling increasingly guilty for.
The second she thought about it, she felt even worse. She wasn't sure why but the odd feeling in her stomach was overpowering, like a dragon built of emotion trying to stretch out of the confines of her skin, lust and guilt and discomfort swirling together until tears pressed hot against the inside of her face.
Her bottom lip quivered softly but sobbing was the last thing she wanted to do to Casey, not when she must be so exhausted, not when she’d already been working so hard trying to bring a borderline deranged woman hyped up on hormones the slightest bit of comfort through a home cooked meal she could barely enjoy because her damned body kept rejecting foods she’d never had an issue with before.
A hand was placed on her shoulder gently and she got pulled momentarily out of what was growing into a proper odd mix between anxiety attack and a broken desire to orgasm for the second time. Casey placed a small plate- one meant to be the saucer for a teacup- in front of her, with a single piece of each food she’d just stir fried. A cube of carrot, a wedge of potato, a slice of mushroom and a sprig of broccoli.
“Here,” she said, “Try each one before I mix them together. It's okay if you don't like something, I’ll just pack it up, it won't go to waste.”
Alex’s mouth parted wordlessly, but when Casey’s thumb stroked softly on her shoulder she forced herself into motion, picking up the broccoli and putting it in her mouth.
It felt odd. Parts were mushy but the fibers of the spring went loose on her tongue and she swallowed twice trying to rid her mouth of the odd sensation. The potato wasn't much better- it just tasted like starch, oddly, starch mixed with garlic that came apart like thick glue in her mouth.
Even the carrot wasn't safe from her screwed taste. It was impossibly sweet, as though it had been cooked in sugar. It shocked her. She wasn't a picky eater. She'd never been picky with her food before.
Everything felt foreign and- and wrong, and nothing was distracting at all for the desperate need for Casey to be touching her in a much more filthy way than a simple hand on her shoulder.
“It's okay if you don't like any of them,” Casey soothed quietly, reading her mind before Alex could scramble and come up with a lie that would sound convincing to a woman too sharp to ever properly deceive. “We can just eat the meat. We don't have to eat that, either. I can make pasta, or sandwiches, or whatever you think you can stomach. I’ll figure it out for you. Just tell me what you want.”
She looked up at Casey, blue eyes widened and almost glassy. Casey was staring down with that warm expression that looked almost fatherly-
God, she would be an exceptional parent.
She wanted Casey to fuck her so brutally the kid growing in her stomach would be her’s.
Alex was crying before she could try desperately to hold the dam together, tears spilling out and flooding her face. An ugly sobbing sound was escaping her throat and she buried her head in her hands so quickly she didn't see Casey’s face scrunch sympathetically.
“I’m sorry,” she choked, “I’m so sorry, you must be so tired and I can’t control anything and I- I’m-”
“Hey,” Casey breathed, and when Alex blinked her blurry eyes back open, she realized Casey had dropped instinctively into a kneel to comfort her, hand still on her shoulder although now she was looking up from Alex’s side.
It sent her stomach twisting in a way that had her breathless. She froze, hands shaking by her face until Casey pulled them into her own, soothing tear stained palms under gentle strokes of her thumbs.
“Talk to me. Deep breaths, you’re okay- talk to me, tell me what's up.”
“I-” Alex hiccuped, wrists jerking as she wanted to close back in on herself, but the second Casey let her hands go so she could do so she regretted it immensely. “I’m ju- just hormonal, and I read about all these things happening and I thought I was prepared- I thought I knew- but I don't know anything and I feel so- I feel…”
Casey was nodding gently, eyebrows scrunched but in the way she always did when she was focusing intently, her eyes studying Alex’s face like Alex was something to be worshipped.
“I can't handle you looking at me like that,” Alex snapped suddenly, holding her hands over her face again so she wouldn't need to look at the green eyes who were so ridiculously caring, and she felt so immensely guilty the second the words left her mouth she could only break down in increasingly broken sobs.
“Do you want me to go?” Casey asked, firm but not unkind, her voice only so solid because anything softer wouldn't have been heard. Alex shook her head and reached for Casey’s hand, curling both of her own around it like a lifeline, bringing it to her face.
“No,” she sobbed, “No, I can't handle it because I’m- I’m… it's hormones, it's just-”
“You keep saying that you're only feeling how you feel because of hormones,” Casey cut her off gently, “And I know that, but that doesn't take away the fact it's overwhelming you, and I can't help if I don't know what it is. Alex- what’s got you so upset, hm? Please.”
Alex raised her head, eyes bright in the way her tears were reflecting the light of the room, her face pink.
She let out a sound somewhere between another gasping sob and a wry laugh, closing her eyes with a grimace that Casey was only further confused by until Alex spit the answer out like she was releasing a demon.
“Horny,” she laughed again, wet with tears and hot with overwhelm, “God, it's so pathetic. You make me so fucking horny I can't- all I want to do is be out and these clothes and have you- but I don't- because you worked and you're tired and you were trying to hard to cook, and I-”
“Alex,” Casey murmured, and when Alex didn't respond, hiding herself again, curling her knees up to her chest and forcing her face towards them, she repeated it. Loud, firm, commanding.
“Alex.”
The blonde looked up, tears clinging to her lashes, face grimaced in anxiety. Her jaw was taut with effort, forcing herself to breathe through her nose so she wouldn't keep crying, blue eyes flickering back and forth across Casey’s face like she was waiting to be scolded or sighed at.
“I’m not tired.” She said, her voice a honeyed rasp, low and laced with something darker. Her eyes had gone black, pupils dilated to swallow the green, her breathing having hitched and begun to come faster.
“I’m not tired,” she repeated, when Alex didn't react. “Go to the bedroom.”
Alex gave her a watery forced smile and raised her palms to her face to try to push away the remnants of tears and quell the source of them, shaking her head softly. “You don't have to- you don't have to indulge my delusional pregnancy sex craze, Casey-”
“I know I don't have too,” Casey shot her another stern look, feisty in the way she cared about her, “but God, do I want to.”
Her arousal clenched so tight in her stomach she had to steal each nerve to not whimper. The way Casey was looking at her was just too much.
The weight of her gaze, so intense, so fierce in her desire to pleasure and provide. Her posture had shifted, her breath coming faintly from her parted lips, and her mouth looked so tempting Alex thought she was going to cry again and simultaneously swoon.
“You don't have to- I never expected you’d-” Alex jumbled and tripped over her words, no blood left for her brain to process, all of it straight in her cunt which throbbed with a sole-focused need.
“We can talk about this after,” Casey concluded smoothly, “We should talk about this after. But you're overwhelmed and told me that fucking you would make you feel good, and frankly I love fucking you, so go to the bedroom and get on the bed. I just have to turn the stove off so your pans don't burn.”
Alex looked up at her when Casey stood, lithe muscles in easy motions as she turned, before pausing when Alex had yet to move.
“Alex,” she said crisply, her voice warm and still steeled. “That pretty head is doing too much thinking. I want you naked, on the bed, now. Go.”
Her body obeyed even as her mind still struggled to ease the amount of stress that had overtaken her. She stood, pacing quickly to the bedroom in the same stride she made on courtroom floors, although now her legs felt so weak they may give out and her hands were already reaching to tug her sweater off her thin frame as she walked.
She felt better the second she got it off, throwing it like it had personally betrayed her at the closet door. Her leggings followed, wrestled from her, dragged down alongside the underwear that was visibly wet with the arousal she’d been trying so hard to suppress.
Her breath was coming fast, but finally not from tears or her emotions trying to strangle her, rather large heaving gasps from a body that finally felt released from weight she hadn't known had been so oppressing. She slid herself onto the bed, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing that equally haphazardly away, pressing her overheated body against the cool linen of her sheets. Breathing in once, a reassurance to herself, before rolling herself onto her back and staring at the ceiling.
Casey came into the room seconds later, her blouse already unbuttoned enough she could reach one defined arm over her shoulders to discard it from her, leaving it useless on the floor. Her milk-colored bra was framed sweetly by the gentle flush of her skin Alex had come to associate with the copper haired woman’s arousal.
She unfastened her belt and let her slacks drop, kicking them to the side, before rising up to kneel on the bed, sliding one hand up along Alex’s thigh as she did so.
“What would make you happy, baby?” She breathed, pressing a chaste, impatient kiss to Alex's abdomen, “My tongue? My fingers?”
Alex whimpered, eyes flitting from her eyes to her lips to her chest and then her hand, fighting the urge to hide her face- she knew well enough now that Casey wouldn't let her hide from her, not like that in bed- the redhead took too much pleasure out of seeing the usually impenetrable blonde blush beneath her.
“You're- the stuff you left, I never took it out of the closet,” she said, her mouth moving before her mind had even processed, body too needy to wait for her to catch up. “The.. get the thickest one.”
“The thickest one,” Casey mused, pressing the side of her face against one of Alex’s hip bones, staring up at her through her eyelashes. “You couldn't take it before. You're sure?”
“I- don't question- I just need to feel full, I want it, please.” Alex breathed in sharply, and then let out a broken groan, her face looking almost pained when she closed her eyes. “Please, just go get it. Please.”
Casey’s weight left her lower body, and Alex opened her eyes to see Casey stretched up, fetching the box she kept on the upper rung of her closet shelves. Her back muscles, the column of her spine- watching her made Alex feel almost perverted, but she was drooling.
She adjusted the harness with practiced ease, and then fetched the black silicone Alex had been referring to, and Alex groaned again softly at the sight of it.
False veins ribbed over the sides of it, raised to the point she could eye them despite the short distance and the lower lighting in the bedroom. It was thick, thicker than any real phallus could be, and long enough to make any man who had one similar celebrated. It fit Casey perfectly, strangely, the calm sort of caring ferocity in her combined with the absolute weapon hoisted between her thighs.
The way she treated it had Alex’s sex pulsing so tight she may as well have already been climaxing.
Casey’s head tilted back slightly, the column of her throat on display as she made a soft sound in her throat. Her fingers laced around it, pulling her fist back and forth briefly, and Alex knew she was simply testing to ensure it was properly secured but the sight did something to her no other person alive could elicit.
She crouched to take the lube out of the box she’d retrieved and Alex watched her do so despite considering to herself that she was so wet she really doubted they needed it- just to watch her carefully pump her fist back and forth over the silicone, a glistening sheen left on it before she was satisfied. She tossed the bottle on the corner of the bed in case she’d need to reapply it, before sauntering back over.
Alex was wrecked already.
Her pale skin was flushed, body almost seeming to glow golden as a thin layer of sweat reflected the dim lamplight, her breast rising and falling quickly as she panted through her lips for air. Her legs were parted, knees up, and they framed Casey as she found herself between them.
Alex's hand, thin and tapered fingers, slid slowly from her ribcage to her sex, delving between the swollen folds on her labia, parting herself open, displaying the throb of her clit and the wetness that seaped from her core. The apex of her thighs was soaked, skin coated in the glossy fluid of arousal.
She shuddered, legs shaking just strong enough for Casey to notice and place her hands on her knees, guiding Alex to wrap them around her waist.
Casey opened her mouth to speak but all that came was a low rasp, a groan of utter heat at the display before her.
“Get ready,” she forced out in a whisper. Alex had been beyond ready since the moment Casey had shown up.
The rounded tip of the strap bumped against Alex’s clit as Casey’s hand guided the silicone down, stroking the length of her slit once to further coat the toy in fluid, and Alex bit back a moan she knew she had no hope of containing for much longer.
The first stretch burned, tight and slow as Casey crept her hips closer, eyes frozen on Alex’s face for the first sign that the discomfort was too much for her, but the blonde made no move to stop her. Her breathing quickened dramatically, heart pounding at her ribcage, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned her head back.
“Yes,” she breathed so softly Casey read her lips rather than heard, “God, yes.”
“Mm,” Casey coaxed, her torso curling slowly down towards her, each movement of her body calculated and smooth. “There's my girl.”
“You’re so gentle,” Alex gasped, shifting her head up, desperation clawing at her throat and deep inside the cunt that had barely been breached. “But you don't need to be. Fuck me, please. So hard that- fuck me so hard I’ll be filled with *your* kid. Please. God, please.”
Casey raised her eyebrows, but with the blush coating her cheeks and the nearly ravenous look in her eyes she didn't need to be told twice.
Alex choked on a scream when Casey thrust forward, not violent and not particularly harsh, but with the girth of the toy the smooth, persist snap of her hips the sensation was overpowering. Flooding her senses and rushing out the traces of stress and guilt, the only thing left on her mind how warm and how full she felt, the coil in her abdomen tight.
“Keep- yes- mhm,” Alex stammered, the hand not holding herself apart raising to slap gently on Casey’s shoulder when Casey slowed her movements in favor of her comfort, her jaw falling open.
Casey pulled back slowly, and then pushed quickly in, Alex’s body jolting and stretching to encompass and accommodate the attentions it so desperately required. Blonde hair swirled on the sheets as Alex’s spine bowed off the mattress, her muscles tensing, face contoured in the utter feeling of being so full.
The redhead didn't pause, affirmed that Alex would actively tell her if it got too much, and began to establish a rhythm of her hips that had Alex more vocal than she thought she might ever have been before.
Her entire abdomen felt warm, molten honey hot in her veins, dripping down her sex onto the sheets and coating the strap. Her body felt grounded, finally realized to the potential it wanted to be, beneath the woman she loved getting the attention she'd so craved.
She whined, body thrashing until Casey leaned to wrap both hands around her waist, caging her in her grasp.
It felt like fireworks of pleasure shooting up her spine, easing the ache of her frustration and simultaneously making the coil of her lust so much tighter. She thought she may faint from the intensity of the redhead’s face, the hunger in her eyes, the feeling of being gazed down upon like she was about to be ravaged.
Fingers slid from her waist to her hips, pressing her down on the sheets, and Casey breathed in once, a slow pull to prepare herself, before she pushed forward so brutally Alex saw stars.
She gave her no time to recover. Casey’s bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, her fingernails tight in Alex’s skin in a prickle of pain that made the pleasure only more intense, fucking into her at a steady pace but a depth that made Alex cry out sharply.
“Fuck, fuck-” Alex sobbed, tears pricking at her waterlines for a second time, although the cause of which she could not be happier with.
Casey’s skin slapped in quick intervals against her, Alex’s breast forced to sway along with the pounding motion, her breathing hitching, body curling desperately. Her hips jumped and stuttered, each drag of the silicone against the sensitive walls of her cunt agony in the most heavenly way possible.
She climaxed before she knew she was going too, cum spurting out to dampen the sheets and Casey’s pelvis as her pussy clenched down tight around the faux phallus.
Casey seemed to realize, but she didn't stop, her eyes dark with intent as she kept her body rocking diligently against her until Alex groaned and raised a hand up to motion her to stop.
“Jesus,” Alex panted, her chest flushed pink with a blush that had coated her face along with her torso. “God, I- … God.”
Casey huffed, an amused little sound from the back of her throat, pulling the shaft which she had frozen still impeding deep within her out, slowly.
“You're okay? You feel better?”
“Mhm,” she wanted to nod, but a whelm of exhaustion crashed over her, the previous state of stress quite literally fucked out of her. She was left with a warm feeling, somewhere deep within her, her body feeling soft and her mind feeling soothed.
The sound of Casey unclipping the harness from her and letting it drop to the floor played quietly in the now quiet room, and then Casey kneeled on the bed beside her, toppling herself onto her side to lay next to her woman. She kissed her forehead lightly, cupping her jaw with her hand and running a thumb gently over her cheek.
“When I came back from the Congo, I really … I thought I’d be doing this whole pregnancy thing alone.” Alex murmured, twisting her body to the side to face her lover, “I still don't… you're so understanding about all the odd things I’m discovering about how … how this all works for me. Even when I can't handle it, you do.”
Casey studied her. Alex’s eyes were barely open but from the blue she could see beneath her layer of her lashes, she was intentful. Asking, gently. The redhead's face slid softly into a smile.
“I always wanted to commit to something more serious,” Casey breathed. “I just wasn't in the place to do so, during my suspension. I wanted you to have me, seriously, but when I was at my best, not when I felt so lost. I’m more than happy to do this with you.”
“I thought it would've scared you off.” Alex murmured, looking away, her voice lowered and almost numb. The sort of breathless confession of a reality she thought she’d accepted until it had been proven otherwise. “We used to mess around, and then I spontaneously ended up in the Congo, and I didn't expect you to be waiting- or even… want anything after that. And then I came back pregnant. Jesus, Casey, it was a lot for me, but for you…”
Casey frowned gently, nestling slightly closer. “I know it changed a lot, in life and such, but it- you being pregnant doesn't change what's important for me. I love you. I have loved you. If you allow me into the life of your child, I'll love them too.”
Alex hiccuped back a watery laugh, something hollow and yet heartfelt. “It's not like I’m on bad terms with… the sperm donor. But if I had known you’d be here with me, like this- I… you heard what I said. I wish it could've been you who fucked this into me.”
Casey raised her eyebrows and then gave a light shrug. “The night’s young,” she said, a joke in her voice Alex scoffed at, but it felt reassuring.
They laid there, Alex bare and Casey mostly, both vulnerable yet in a state in which they could never be more comfortable. Casey’s eyes traced her face slowly as Alex’s eyes fluttered shut, briefly, the curve of her cheekbones, the soft lines the years had made on her face.
“You still haven't eaten anything,” Casey chided gently, raising her upper half up to stand and fetch something for her. “What are you in the mood for?”
Alex paused, eyes opening, and the way her eyes had shaded over dark had Casey’s stomach slowly curl tighter.
“I think I would like to taste something else, actually,” she mused, sitting up slowly, her limbs stretching out as she sat up to guide Casey back down. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips, parting and glancing down Casey’s abdomen with suddenly renewed energy hot in her veins. Casey looked up at her breathlessly, need suddenly spiking in her cunt.
(We all know which ship will win but I'm really interested to see which pairing comes in second/third place.)
(Also I know Alex/Kate is random but I just think they would vibe.)
(Also also: I'm sorry I left Ashley & Strauss out but I didn't really ship them with anyone. I'd be really interested to hear about any of your ships featuring those 2.)
