hii request for casey and alex, set in s13 (still mad they didn’t have any scenes together smh)
they’re married but keep the relationship private from work so the squad doesn’t know but end up finding out somehow (idk how lol i’m not that creative)
anyway just something with casey and alex being in hopelessly in love and the squad wondering how they never noticed anything. feel free to add whatever, we all need more alex and casey stories.
lol ignore if you don’t want to write it but just wanted to say i love your writing!
Everybody Talks | a.cabot × c.novak
hi, sweetheart. sorry it took me so long to finish this - also for @manfrii
~6k words of office shenanigans as Elliot & Olivia try to figure out who Casey's seeing, and a very smug Alex milks the situation for all it's worth.
warnings for 18+ content- voyeurism, fingering (both a & c receiving), public foreplay, office sex, risky sex ...
“I’m not sure I’m drinking tonight,” Elliot had said gruffly when Casey had swung by, offering a beer and a plan to watch tonight's game at the cop bar around the corner. “But I’ll come with you, and see how I feel. The game should be good, regardless.”
Three, or maybe four, perhaps five, but Elliot would not be able to tell; he was wasted, leaning and laughing very heartily at something Casey had just said that he would similarly never be able to repeat or remember because, as previously stated and here now to be emphasized, Elliot was wasted.
He probably looked like a dumbass, elbows on the grimy counter as he laughed until he was wheezing, but with Casey giggling,- she wouldn't admit to giggling tomorrow, but that part only he’d remember, because he liked when she finally dropped that guard she’d erected around herself since the end of her suspension- a cold beer in his hand, and the after-game random shit blaring on the TV above them, he really couldn't care less.
It felt like they were back in their twenties, after a softball match- neither played anymore, not now- and the beer tasted as good as nostalgia one wants to savor does when you had someone to share it with.
Casey was leaning over the surface with one arm on the counter for support, twirling her straw in circles and taking it out in random intervals to flick and play with it. She had her other wrist over her face, trying to muffle her laughter as it finally began to subside, her chest heaving in an effort to catch her breath after the giggles ran their course.
“But really, what the hell was Beck’s fucking deal anyway?” Casey reiterated, tracing the same dead horse they’d been beating for the past while in her mind, a scoff in her raspy voice.
“She wanted me,” Elliot answered immediately, cocky in a way only a drunk man could ever be. “She wanted all of this-” and here, he leaned off the table to flex his muscles with raised eyebrows and a smirk, “so bad.” His drunken slur only made Casey scoff again with an amused eye roll.
“Reckless as hell, but she was never blind, El, and if you think you in your Grahh-where-is-Olivia pout is attractive to anyone-”
“Hey,” he said sharply, “I do not pout. Manly men don't pout.”
“OH, and you're the manliest of men, aren't cha?” Casey laughed, teasing him as he made an over-exaggerated frown. He crossed his arms, trying to puff out his triceps and shoulders as he did so, which rewarded him with a bark of laughter that had Casey almost falling off the chair.
He relaxed himself, a very pleased smile on his face, as he downed the rest of his beer. Casey tried and proceeded to fail at composing herself, shifting her hips in an effort to acquaint herself with a center of gravity her mind couldn't find and hiding her undying grin with the back of her hand.
“Really, though,” Casey rasped, “If she ever wanted either of our dicks, I guarantee you, she wanted mine.”
“Ah, you?” Elliot answered with mock surprise, “The redeye stubborn ass workaholic lawyer with no play? You sure, Ms. Novak?”
Casey smirked, casting a conspiratorial glance his way. “I’m better with women than you’d know, Elliot.”
“And what exactly do you mean by that?” He crossed his arms, leaning forward on the table, but Casey’s attention had already diverted to the empty glass in front of her.
“You know what else I’m better at? Drinking. You’re drunk as hell and I’m still ready for a new glass.” She boasted, even as her foot slid on the perch of the barstool she had rested it on, and she had to scramble slightly before she did genuinely fall off her chair.
“Yeah, Miss Giggles?” Elliot responded, waving her bartender over and signalling for two new beers. His vision was starting to spin around the edges, and if he moved his head too fast, he was missing the frames between the two perspectives, but with company as hearty as Casey was to him and a night as comfortable as this one, he could hardly care.
It was a while later, both of them increasingly needing the counter for support and still stumbling regardless, until Elliot’s forehead met the back of his hand, and he finally admitted defeat. Casey looked equally drunk although still upright, but he wouldn't admit she could handle her alcohol better than he, and he knew it was time to call himself a cab.
He fumbled himself outside, Casey walking just slightly behind him with an amused smirk plastered on her face and her hands in her pockets, her spine still infuriatingly straight despite the fact that she also couldn't walk in a straight line either. She shot off a quick text and he sat down on the side of the street, taking a couple of deep breaths.
“..’ma call myself cab,” he slurred when Casey offered, “jus- … let me get my head t’gthr.”
She plopped herself down to sit on the ground beside him, leaning back on the cold concrete of the building behind him, and patted him on the shoulder.
“Keep telling ‘ya not to try to keep up with me,” she chided, and he waved his hand as though dismissing the obvious.
Elliot didn't look up, but he could feel the way she rolled her eyes with a shake of her head and a very drunk but knowing smile on her face. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to mirror the deep breaths she was doing, sucking in the cool and very muggy air of New York.
He immediately coughed, wheezing, his nose wrinkled. “Air quality fucking sucks in this damn city.”
“‘could say that ‘ngain, brother.” Casey hummed drowsily, a lit cigarette having appeared between her teeth as she flashed another smug smile at him.
Casey had long since abandoned the burnt stub when Elliot finally signed deeply and stood, large rough hands swiping at himself and his clothing to clean off the feeling of grime from sitting on the floor outside, and stumbled forward to wave down a passing taxi driver.
He turned, glancing over at Casey, who was also beginning to stand behind him. “You need one?”
She looked up, then glanced up the street, and a smile was on her face when she looked back. “Nah. No need. My ride’s here.”
Elliot shrugged, his focus zoned in on the fantasy of a warm bed, fresh clothes and a pillow to lay his very heavy feeling head on, hand raised as he stood high on the side of the street until a yellow car began to slow beside him. He turned and waved goodbye to Casey, who had begun walking up and towards whoever was picking her up, and she raised her own hand in goodbye too.
He climbed into the backseat, scrunched his eyes closed in focus to remember his own address, before nodding to himself- he got it right- and glancing out the window as the taxi began to pull back into the open lane.
Casey was standing beside an expensive car, but that's not straight where his gaze went- it was on her hands, and the way they were wrapped around the waist of a tall blonde figure.
As he watched with suddenly wide eyes, Casey pushed whoever it was against the car, drew herself in along with them, and pressed her lips against the other woman’s as hands raised to cradle her face.
It was passionate, intimate, the way the woman's hands had raised, and the way one was slipping down to bunch the fabric of Casey's jacket to pull the redhead closer against her body on the car door.
Elliot turned back to face forward, feeling like he was struck by lightning, freezing up for a second before spinning back around to stare.
“I didn't know she was seeing someone,” he said in shock to his taxi driver with a voice filled with bewilderment, “She never mentioned that! The hell?”
“You win some, you lose some, right?” The taxi driver droned, and Elliot flattened his lips when he realized the man had chalked his outrage up to an assumed want for Casey.
“That's my sister,” he said flatly, his voice still slurred from one too many beers, but very indignant. The taxi driver apologized but Elliot’s attention had already diverted, trying to catch a last glimpse down the street as they turned a corner, even though the shape of Casey and her companion were only fuzzy shapes in the distance.
He never saw them stop kissing- they were entangled together, legs and arms interwoven with a familiarity that meant something obvious. His eyes were on them until they physically couldn't be anymore, and he never saw them surface for air.
It was clear that Casey Novak was in love with someone- didn't bother to tell him, which made him feel rather indignant- and his drunken mind had only one conclusion: detective work couldn't stop, just because he was off the clock.
“Should we get Elliot coffee, too?” Alex questioned, hands snugly in her pocket to protect against the breeze of a coming autumn that had swept across the city this morning.
She stood beside Olivia, who was counting change in the palm of her hand. Alex thought her adamant regard to making sure she used up all her coins was sweet, but she had no need to do so- she normally just handed the coins back or put them in the nearest tip jar she could find.
As such, a soft smile was on her face, not only out of fondness for her best friend’s habits but also simply the feeling that consumed the air today. It was a good day. She was content.
Olivia snorted. She pocketed the change she didn't need and inched forward in the line for the coffee cart. “He needs tea, frankly. He got wasted last night with Casey and now he's been drowsily moping around the computer trying to figure something out.”
“He was with Casey last night?” Alex blinked, a hand raising to her lips unconsciously.
“Yeah. Those dumbasses keep drinking together on work nights at this shitty bar down the road.”
“Fordham’s, I know it, I was there once with her.” Alex responded automatically, the fib slipping into her speech without particular care for it. No, she hadn't been inside the bar with Casey before. But she knew of it and had been with her around it.
Olivia raised an eyebrow, but it was their turn to order. After ordering five coffees- one for Olivia, Alex, Fin, John, and Cragen- plus a green tea as a half-joke that Stabler wouldn't end up drinking and Alex probably would, she didn't think to push it. She wasn't suspicious- not really- it just seemed odd that Alex would be at a place as, frankly, run down as Fordham's was.
When they returned after a leisurely walk back down to the precinct, Stabler was exactly where Liv had said he’d be, typing things into the computer, one arm on the table with his head tipped to the side and his eyes scrunched as if even in the overcast lighting the room was too bright for him.
“Are you still on your bullshit?” Olivia said, although her voice was a mix of amused and skeptical, handing Elliot the paper cup they’d acquired.
He took a sip and immediately spit it back out on the floor beside him.
“Why’d you bring me leaves?” He muttered under his breath, grouchy and grumbly. “I’m working here, I deserve coffee.”
“Yes, working,” Olivia said, leaning over his shoulder and slowly raising a brow, “That's why you're stalking our counselor’s… Facebook page?”
“Why are you on my Facebook page?” Alex wrinkled her nose, swinging one leg up to sit with her legs crossed neatly on Olivia’s desk, a coffee cup in her hand that Elliot snatched quickly without asking. She rolled her eyes and picked up the green tea she’d already resigned herself to drinking. Elliot was very predictable when it came to certain things.
“Not yours,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, “I’m just looking for something.”
“Hardwicke’s?” Alex prompted once he lapsed back into intent silence, and Olivia did nothing other than stare at the screen with both eyebrows raised, eyes flicking from the screen to the top of his balding head with an ‘are-you-serious’ expression she could trademark.
“What? No, Casey's.”
“Casey's?” The blonde’s curiosity was piqued, turning with growing interest. “What is there you might find on her Facebook that you wouldn't be able to simply ask about?”
“He’s delusional, and he knows Casey will tease him until the end of the Earth if he asks her flat-out.” Olivia said wryly, patting him condescendingly on the top of his bald head as though he were a child. He frowned at her.
“What's he being delusional about?” Alex asked over his head, in the same tone a sympathetic mother would in a conversation about children’s habits with another adult, and Elliot frowned at her in turn.
“I am right here,” he said firmly in a flat voice. “And you’d be doing the same damn thing if you saw what I did last night.”
Alex’s eyes flickered from his, firm and stony in whatever he had chosen to divest his attention into, to Olivia’s, who was staring at her with a face that said ‘wait-till-you-hear-this-shit’.
“He was wasted,” Olivia said, offering context and interrupting Elliot right as he began to open his mouth to explain.
“Go sit down, cranky woman,” Elliot waved his hands to shoo Olivia away from her stance of standing right over his shoulder. She made another face that Alex snorted lightly at, before coming around the table and sitting herself down at her desk.
“I had a couple beers, yes, but I know- I’m pretty sure I know- what I saw,” he said, interlocking his fingers and leaning back against the backrest of his desk chair self-importantly, “Casey Novak. Our prosecutor.”
“Our prosecutor and your irresponsible drinking partner,” Olivia said dryly.
“She’s mad that I didn't invite her to come with us, but I only asked because she said she had a date-” Elliot said over her, flashing her a look in the way those two did, which Alex could not completely decipher and had long since given up in trying to.
“He called out on me!” Olivia complained, “If I had known you two-”
“Hush, children,” Alex raised a hand and both shut up and turned to her automatically- she almost laughed at how easily that had worked- “I’m curious now. What did you think you saw, Elliot? And why is that more important than the legitimate paperwork you have yet to fill out?”
“She was making out with someone.”
Alex’s eyebrows shot up. “She was what?”
“I was in my cab on the way home, right? Don't think she knew I could still see her. She goes up to this woman- like she knew her already, right? And they start making out, like really making out, against the car right there on the street.”
He leaned back further as if he was proud of himself for accidentally snooping. Alex could laugh, but she didn't, although her lips quirked up in an enthused smirk.
“Oh? And what did she look like?”
“That's where he can't figure out, because as previously said, he was shitfaced and the only thing he can remember is a blur.” Olivia interjected quickly, even though when Alex glanced back at her she had compiled papers in front of her and began to fill them out as if she weren't as invested in this conversation as the other two were.
Elliot looked mildly sheepish, now, lips pressed into a line. “Well, she was blonde- her hair was kind of like yours, Alex- the same height as Casey- um.. I couldn't see much else about her because- also as previously said-, I was distracted by Casey devouring her face.”
Alex laughed at that, a burst of a giggle, at Casey’s way of kissing being described that way. She heard Olivia scoff, amused, too.
“So? Did your cyber stalking pull anything up?” Olivia prompted dryly, raising her eyebrows, but the facade had long fallen for Alex’s eyes. She was as curious and fascinated with the idea of Casey’s secret lover-girl as Elliot was.
He clearly hadn't found anything worthwhile, because he didn't respond, just tapped his fist on the armrest as if deep in contemplation.
“Maybe you could ask her, Alex?” He ventured, “You two are coworkers, after all.”
“But how much do they actually talk?” Olivia imposed herself again, almost indignant. “You're probably closer with Casey than Alex would be-”
Alex huffed quietly. She was closer to Casey than they knew, obviously, but she supposed most of their interactions happened quietly behind the doors of the DA’s office, so she wouldn't shame Olivia for not knowing.
“What, it’s not like you know either-?” Elliot snapped at her, and Alex could tell he was growing tired of her comments.
Olivia’s eyes flickered off to the side as an apology. They really did have their own way of communicating, even if Alex didn't get it.
“I’m sure she’ll tell me when she wants to,” Olivia muttered quietly, but Elliot jerked a brow and she sighed. Alex noted that down, too. Olivia and Casey’s friendship had been deteriorating. She’d noticed and heard Casey complain, but it was growing more apparent.
“Well, you're a detective, aren't you?” Alex swung the conversation back around to Elliot, who looked up at her as she smiled smugly down at him, “Detect.”
“It's easier when you have our back with warrants and threats of subpoenas and all the other lawyerly shit you do to make our investigations run easy,” Stabler muttered begrudgingly, and she grinned.
“Then I’ll help… be a distraction. Text me when you want to do some sleuthing, and I’ll get Casey out of your hair. Yeah?”
Elliot blinked at her, surprised and mildly suspicious, but when Olivia caught on to the idea and sat up a bit straighter, he seemed to be convinced.
“She's organized- maybe something could be in her calendar?” Olivia suggested immediately, in a hushed tone, as if she’d been waiting for the ability to start snooping. “And if it's someone from the DA’s office, maybe it would be in her email?”
“So we need to get inside her office,” Elliot continued, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk and his hands locked together as though he was knee deep into the idea now. “Any idea, Alex?”
“I’ve got it,” Alex said, barely able to contain her amusement. “You just tell me when, and I’ll get her out of her office. Now, unlike you two, obviously, I’ve got work to do, so I’ll see you in a bit for your testimony rehearsal-” she jerked her chin at Olivia- “and you… Owe me lunch, so either the next time I see you or whenever you finally make good on that.”
She smiled and stood up politely, returning Elliot’s easy grin, before turning on her heel and escorting herself out of the precinct.
“Try to make sure her computer’s unlocked when you do!” Elliot called out at her retreating figure, and she smirked. They had no idea what an excellent distraction she’d make.
Elliot Stabler → It's go time.
Alex knocked gently on the doorframe as she entered Casey’s office, a smirk on her face when the redhead’s face snapped up immediately to greet her.
“Alex,” she said breathlessly, “Sorry, I know we were on for lunch earlier, but I got pulled on a warrant request, so-”
“Don't worry about that,” Alex cooed, bypassing her desk and sliding a hand under Casey’s jaw, tilting her head up so she could smile down at her adoringly. “Is your computer logged in?”
“No,” Casey said, confused but ever accepting of whatever Alex was up to. “I haven't needed to use it today.”
“Unlock it and open your email, and then you and I are going to leave this office and go somewhere quiet,” Alex said smoothly, and although Casey wrinkled her face with confusion, she woke up her desktop, clicked in the password, opened her email and stood up, pushing her rolling chair backwards as she did.
The blonde kissed her briefly on the cheek, an encouragement and a soft thank you for her trust, before leading the ginger-haired woman outside- winking at Elliot’s face poked around the corner as she did so- and down the corridor of the DA’s office.
She wasted little time the second they turned a corner and were hidden from view.
Casey exhaled sharply from her nose when Alex shoved her backward into the first storage closet she found. Random boxes full of papers and notes along one wall, the rest of the room lined with aluminum racks filled with an assortment of items and materials someone would probably need eventually, but certainly not right now. Regardless, if they did, they wouldn't get it. Alex flipped the lock, feeling her smirk grow on her face.
“What's up with you?” Casey breathed when Alex stalked closer, feeling predatory and smooth. Her fingers wasted even less time than she had finding somewhere to pull her into, wandering below her blouse and trailing up her back in the learned way she knew would affect Casey the way she wanted to.
“Elliot,” she said, kissing the tip of the nose she adored so much, “Saw you,” she interrupted herself again, kissing her lips and loving the little gasp Casey made when she tried to chase it.
“He saw you kissing me,” Alex smiled into her lips, not letting Casey follow her mouth when she tried to draw back but letting the redhead stay close enough that each word was felt against her. “That night outside the bar.”
“Oh,” Casey said slowly, her attention split between what Alex was saying and the way her hands had crept up her back to undo the clasp on her bra. “-wha-?”
She looked concerned, in a sweet way, a small crease between her brows and a small frown shaping her lips. “I’m sorry- know you said that- Alex, what are you doing?”
Alex slid her hands around to the front, nuzzling her face into Casey’s neck until she turned her head to the side enough for Alex to graze her teeth against the sensitive crook of her collar.
“He doesn't know it was me, though,” Alex grinned, her smile cat-like and sly against Casey’s warmed skin. “You got him drunk enough to not register who it was. They- Elliot and Olivia- are trying to snoop for information in your office on who your mysterious lover is, right now, while I have you in my hands like this.”
Casey mirrored Alex’s smile instantly, her eyebrows shooting up. “Oh,” she said again, her voice dropping an octave, a purr that made Alex groan softly. “That turns you on, doesn't it?”
Casey’s hands moved to undo the button on her blazer, and Alex chuffed, pressing her back against one of the racks, an inverse of the position Casey had had her against the car, but today Alex was the one in control.
Alex made quick work of the buttons on Casey’s clothing and slipped her out of it, leaving them in a heap on the floor rather carelessly, but with the way Casey was making soft sounds in her ear when her lips met her neck, Alex really couldn't care less.
“Fuck, Alex,” Casey choked softly, head thumping against the metal pole. She hissed, Alex’s hands caressing her thighs so soft and so gentle it made her abdomen pulse, sudden arousal almost hurting in how bad she needed Alex to soothe it.
“Yes,” Alex murmured, “I know. And I’ll give it to you. But this is fun for me.”
Casey bit down on Alex’s shoulder when two fingers slid into her, slow and lithe and just enough to make her feel the need to muffle herself, moving up with just enough pressure to consume her without the intensity that would be satisfying.
Green eyes squeezed shut and Alex’s own eyelids fluttered- partially from the pain of perfect impressions of Casey’s teeth sinking into her shoulder- but her feeling of triumph did not fade.
“Besides,” she continued in a soft, teasing murmur as Casey groaned around her, arched her back to try to coax Alex deeper, “I’m supposed to be a good distraction, aren't I?”
In the next few weeks, Casey ensured the clothes she wore that day had buttons because it was simpler for when Alex would inevitably approach her with a finger raised to her lips for silence, a twisted gleam in her eye, and a conspiracy concocted by Olivia and Elliot to figure out who the mysterious woman was.
Being slung over her own office couch as Elliot ‘scouted’ outside the DA’s office on a day when Casey hadn't taken her bike to see if a blonde woman came to pick her up, while a blonde woman held her face to a crack in the blinds while her fingers fucked into her from behind.
Alex’s hands sliding into the skirt she’d worn that day, all four of them out at the bar, Olivia pretending to make casual conversation about seeing someone and eyeing Casey up every few moments to see if the beer Elliot had been supplying her with led to her slipping up and admitting something. Olivia oh-so-casually mentioning women being good kissers while Casey clenched her jaw together as Alex got cocky with her exploration.
The woman had gone so far to start taking scandalous pictures of herself, so when Olivia mentioned going to hang out in Casey’s office to see if she’d mention something or get a suspicious call, Alex could send her something sneaky to make Casey practice her ability to compose a poker face as quickly as possible when she opened her phone to Alex sprawled over their bed, phone above her in her hand while her other hand toyed with a pair of handcuffs.
“Dare I suggest you’re having too much fun with this?” Casey mused, wine glass in her hand as she lounged on Alex's couch. It had been a long day- her favorite type of long day, though. A short workday and then long hours sorting through her boxes as she moved things into Alex’s penthouse.
Alex laughed, alcohol blush settling on her sides of her cheeks and on the tips of her ears in the way it did, and smiled at her.
“It's funny,” Alex said simply, “I like feeling smug about it.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” Casey drawled, downing the rest of the contents of the glass and setting the empty container on the coffee table, “I know. You’re being exceptionally smug.”
She swung one leg over Alex’s lap, grinning down at her when Alex flashed her the most innocent smile the blonde could muster, “But I’ve had enough of that sly smile of yours,” she husked, pressing her lips against Alex’s and settling her arms around her shoulders as Alex rolled her hips once to enjoy the feeling of Casey’s body on top of her. “I’d quite like to wipe it off your face.”
“By all means,” Alex cooed, nipping at Casey’s earlobe as the redhead leaned to kiss the side of her blushed cheek, and although she still seemed very sly, Alex was completely aware that within the next half hour her back would be bending in a way she hadn’t previously known to be possible. Casey flashed her another knowing smile, before tilting her head to the side, and letting her lips join Alex’s.
Her hands buried into locks of silky blonde hair, and she tugged Alex’s head backwards gently, nails scratching lightly at her scalp the way she knew Alex liked. Months of familiarity, years of kissing and conversations and soft words and gentle touches were obvious in the way Alex’s body responded immediately to Casey’s touch- she had no doubt this night would be as perfect as all the other ones had been, and all the future ones she’d yet to have with her.
Casey had just gotten Alex’s shirt thrown over the armchair and her shorts somewhere haphazardly on the floor when her phone went off.
She glanced at it, preparing to roll her eyes and decline, but when Elliot’s caller ID glowed on the screen, her lips parted wordlessly before shifting into a replica of the same attitude Alex had been sporting for the better part of the last month.
“Novak,” she responded instinctively when she picked up the phone, batting a wink at Alex, whose blush had deepened and mouth had fallen open slightly in realization of how the tables had just flipped.
“Yeah, Elliot?” Casey continued, overemphasizing his name for Alex’s sake, even though the blonde had figured out through context why Casey must’ve decided to take the call. Her heart thudded in her chest while excitement grew in her nerves, her eyes widening although she had fully expected it when Casey’s hand slid back between her thighs and began to toy with the lace on her lower abdomen as though carelessly. Taunting- no, teasing, soft.
“No, I’m alone right now, what’s going on?” The redhead smiled, her eyes half-lidded as she stared back at Alex. Her back had arched, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, glasses hanging low on her nose, when she glanced from Casey’s hand up to the sly glint in her green eyes. “You’re calling late, everything okay?”
“Oh, I don’t know about a bar tonight,” She sighed, voice casual and collected as she nudged the scrap of lace down, slipping her fingers below the fabric oh-so-slowly, Alex’s hips bucking as though she couldn’t figure out if she wanted to writhe away or move away from the torturous pads of Casey’s fingers. “I might be … No, haven’t really decided on my plans.”
“The plan is letting me finish, right?” Alex murmured as quietly as she could, raising an eyebrow.
Casey smirked at her, raising her eyebrows high, before beginning to circle Alex’s clit in firm, brutally patient circles that had her resuming her lip’s previous position between her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut and pushing her head back against the couch, blonde hair forming a frame around her face as her face warmed.
“Sorry, no, I have the TV on,” Casey chuffed, “And I’m still deciding my plans… oh, Olivia’s with you?”
Alex choked on a groan when Casey’s hand shifted in a way the redhead had known would make her vocal, a small sound escaping her lips, and Casey smirked before drawing the phone in the opposite direction and lowering her voice.
“If you can’t hold your tongue, I’m sure one of the gags in our bedroom will do just fine for tonight, won’t it? I’m making you pay for all your stunts, dearest.”
With a cocky side-smirk, she held the phone to her ear again and faked enthusiasm, her fingers moving in patterns beneath Alex’s panties, changing just when Alex had gotten used to the ministrations and just enough to catch her off guard, make her want to protest and plead, without enough to get her there. Without enough to be satisfying or make her feel full the way she damn near needed Casey to consume her.
“I’m on speaker?” Casey asked in innocent surprise, her pupils blown with lust as she stared down at Alex, who had begun to squirm softly. “Well, I don’t know about going out, but you can certainly try to … convince me.”
She held her phone down on the mute button and whispered regardless, her voice raspy and completely victorious, “And then you, Alex, can try to convince me to let you come.”
“Maybe it was just a random hookup,” Olivia was muttering to Elliot as he crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, “Maybe you just don’t want to admit she does very well with women and can go from talking to making out in the time it took you to climb into a cab.”
Alex smiled to herself into her coffee cup, taking a long sip of it as nonchalantly as she could.
Elliot snorted. “It’s more likely I was just straight hallucinating.”
“So, are you two giving up then?” Alex asked innocently, turning her head to the side and rejoining their conversation. It was nearly time to leave the precinct- the sun had set on a chilly day, Casey would be coming to drop off some files at Cragen’s office, and then they’d be going home together as they now always did.
“Don’t tell me you were never curious, Alex,” Olivia pursed her lips impatiently and interlocked her fingers, leaning forward with her eyes trained up at the woman sitting on her desk. “You’ve been participating in all our attempts to figure this out, and you don’t care to know at all?”
“Not particularly,” Alex smiled, “I just like aiding you two as you try your best to fuck around effectively-”
“You like watching us be fools,” Elliot interjected, “She probably told you, didn’t she? Brought her to some lawyerly convention you both attended?”
Alex opened her mouth and was about to respond when the door chimed to signal the arrival of the woman of discussion- well, Alex was also the woman of discussion, but the other two didn’t quite know that yet- Casey Novak, in a button-up blouse Alex remembered she’d almost torn a button off of last week and heels that made Alex’s mouth water and her eyes to struggle not to dart down to her ass. She offered a casual smile, nodding once as her hands were too full of files to wave instead, before passing the table and winking at Alex only once when she knew the other two wouldn’t see.
“Are you two even friends?” Elliot asked, his voice a bit gruffer than it really should’ve been, but after working this hard at a tidbit of information he still thought Casey should’ve just offered up on her own, he was frustrated. “I’ve never seen you two together- or speak, at all.”
“I’ve spoken to Casey quite a lot,” Alex scoffed, “Our offices in the DA’s office are close together, and we were friends before her suspension while I was still working for Homicide, remember? She was the prosecutor for my case. We got close after she put the Irishman behind bars.”
“I guess.” He muttered, stretching his arms over his head and standing straight to move back around to his desk.
“I’d wager she probably knows me better than she knows you,” Alex ventured slowly, feeling simultaneously dejection from the sense that the game she’d been enjoying so fully and reaping the benefits of as well as the onset of triumph of knowing she was about to win. Olivia turned to her with both eyebrows raised, and Elliot turned to her with both bushy eyebrows furrowed.
Alex caught something that flashed behind Olivia’s eyes as she sat back slowly, gears turning in her head as a note of suspicion and confusion settled over her face. Elliot looked as unaware and furrowed as he normally did.
Casey had set down what she needed in Cragen’s office and exchanged pleasantries. She turned, caught the glint in Alex’s eyes when the blonde turned her head towards the door and raised an eyebrow, sauntering her way over as mysteriously as the two detectives beside Alex apparently kept acting as though she was.
“Hey there,” Casey said, her voice low and knowing as she greeted Alex first, “How’s your day been, Alex?”
“It’d be a lot better with a kiss from my wife,” Alex hummed, batting her eyelashes once in theatrics, and Casey smirked.
Casey’s hands were warm and smooth when they reached to cradle her jaw, and her lips were as soft as they always were, so enrapturing that Alex’s eyes closed immediately and she mildly forgot to watch Olivia’s face from the corner of her eye and only remembered when the two detectives made identical sounds of surprise, bewilderment and a healthy amount of indignant outrage.
They separated to shocked silence. They both stared at them blankly, minds whirling as though something had catastrophically shifted.
Alex smiled smugly, tugging on the gold chain around Casey’s neck, revealing the golden ring tipped with a diamond that had been tucked snugly against her sternum, and then freed her matching one from its similar confines, holding them suspended in the air for inspection.
Olivia looked like her brain had been fried.
Elliot looked like he was about to metamorphose into a time bomb.
Elliot’s chair made a thudding sound when it hit the back of the thankfully unoccupied desk behind him. “The whole time!?” He burst out, “Alex, the whole fucking time? All of that ‘oh, I can help you distract her’ and you were-”
“Throwing me in storage closets to make out,” Casey interrupted smugly, pinching Alex’s hip when the blonde opened her mouth to say something snide about doing more than just kissing in the boastful way she did when Alex felt she wanted to brag about her wife. “Yes, our resident deviant here was orchestrating a cross-teaming conspiracy.”
“Resident deviant,” Alex echoed in a gasp, pretending to be affronted, but cut off when Casey pinched her waist- Alex swatted at her hands and Casey laughed. Olivia groaned into her hands.
“I don’t know what the hell kind of pay back I need to cook up now,” Olivia muttered, glaring at Alex in what she thought was a ferocious way, but Alex rather patronizingly perceived as an aggravated cat, “But it’ll be coming to you, I promise.”
“I think I’ve already served my dues,” Alex said quietly, smugly, tugging Casey to her side, and Casey flashed her a look.
“What…” Olivia said, her voice as though she was utterly disappointed in them, and Elliot buried his head in his hands. “I don’t think I even want to know.”
“Wonderful,” Casey said brightly, “Then, if no one has any other objections, I think I’ll be taking my wife home now.”
“Get out.” Elliot said without raising his head from his hands, and frankly, Alex would not be that surprised- although she would still burst out laughing- if he sank down to the floor.
“You broke Elliot,” Olivia called over her shoulder as Casey began leading Alex to the door, “He’ll still be processing this when you get in tomorrow!”
“He could’ve just asked me,” Casey called back, equally loud, although her voice carried a tone of unabashed amusement. “I would’ve told him.”
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