Some deleted / reworked scenes from my previous Alex/Casey stories, some wishful thinking... I've got a few too many kink headcanons for these two.
Alex couldn't remember the last time she had sex in a car. It was usually awkward, no matter who was in the backseat with her; limbs trying to find places that fit, clothes bunched up uncomfortably between bodies. Once a necessity in high school and college — first her parents or the staff were around, then roommates — was now a distant memory.
Or so Alex thought, because right now, a re-enactment was suddenly looking imminent with Casey sliding in the backseat of her Benz, dragging her inside and shutting the door behind her. "You know you want to, Cabot," Casey teased, pulling Alex onto her lap. "What kind of birthday would it be if you didn't do something fun?"
"Like wh— oh," Alex cut herself off with a sigh as Casey's hands slid up her skirt, fingers brushing against damp lace. She should have known Casey could see right through her. She'd been needy for the past hour, since the other woman had taken her to La Perla — getting to see Casey in something skimpy was part of Alex's present. She hadn't been expecting to get this now, especially in the car.
"Feels like you like this, too," Casey murmured in her ear, nipping at the soft skin of Alex's neck. She only bothered unbuttoning enough of the buttons on Alex's shirt so she could nose it aside and leave little bites along her sternum as her fingers slid her underwear to one side.
Heat scorched through Alex as Casey teased her; this was nothing like the memories of car sex she had. She rocked against Casey's deft fingers, feeling a rhythm start to emerge. Alex buried her face in Casey's neck. "Fuck, you feel so good," Alex mumbled, holding onto Casey for more leverage as she ground down.
Casey chuckled. "If only the good people of New York knew that Bureau Chief Alexandra Cabot likes to fuck in the—" She was cut off by Alex's mouth on hers, hungry and open.
Forgetting about everything but her upcoming orgasm, Alex slid a hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit as Casey kept pressing into her. Casey added another finger, knowing that would help push Alex over. It didn't take long for her to come, groaning against Casey's mouth.
Alex didn't ever remember sex in the car being this good, but as she came down from her climax, she realized that Casey was currently smirking at her like she'd discovered the world's riches.
"What?" Alex asked suspiciously.
"You know, before we got together, I wasn't sure what your deal was."
"My deal?" Alex wasn't sure if it was still the sex haze clogging her brain, but she wasn't following where Casey was going.
Casey blushed. "Well… I might have entertained the idea that you weren't, er, vanilla. I don't know. Not like, whips or anything. Maybe you had a thing for being called Daddy or something," she blurted out.
Alex didn't miss the flush on Casey's face as she chuckled before kissing her quickly. "That was what you thought of, Counselor?"
Casey didn't take the bait. "But midday car sex? I can't wait to see what your kinky little heart wants to do next."
"My kinky little heart, as you call it, didn't even know that I wanted this until now. It's been a long time since I've had sex in a car." Alex let Casey's comment go, for now.
Casey smirked. "Then I guess I'm going to be finding out more things you like. C'mon, it's time to go home and give you the next part of your birthday present."
"You're driving," Alex said as she slid off of Casey's lap, legs still feeling a bit too much like jelly to be comfortable.
"Aren't I lucky, getting a present on your birthday."
If she looked back on it later, Alex might have said it was stress, or exhaustion, or that she was just horny because she and Casey had been trading off trials and consequently had not had sex since three trials ago.
Whatever it was, there simply had to be an explanation for Alex's mind going unhelpfully blank mid-sentence as she watched Casey pull her t-shirt off and over her head by the back of the neck. She'd seen Casey shirtless countless times. Same with the teal lace bra she was wearing underneath. But watching her pull her shirt over her head by the back of the neck was something else entirely.
"Alex?" Casey asked, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "You were saying?"
Instead of responding, Alex kicked off the sheets, rose up on her knees and made her way over to where Casey was standing beside the bed. "Let me do that," she said, voice a half-octave lower. Alex leaned in for a kiss while reaching around Casey to undo the bra clasp. She then pulled her down onto the bed, Casey on top and straddling Alex by the hips.
Casey's surprise turned to a sly smile as she felt Alex squirm under her, even as Alex's fingers were edging underneath the worn fabric of her sweatpants. "We've been exhausted every night, you said so yourself tonight. What changed, Alexandra?"
Alex groaned at Casey's use of her full name. She was glad no one called her that but Casey these days, otherwise she'd be getting uncomfortable at the worst times. She grabbed at the other woman, hands now on her ass, but Casey wasn't going to be easily distracted.
Casey leaned down, nuzzling at Alex's neck before pressing kisses behind her ear, knowing that was a reliable way to have Alex eating out of the palm of her hand. She wasn't quite sure what it was that turned the usually articulate, controlled Alex Cabot this needy, but based on the way she was moving under her, it would be silly of her to inquire further. For now. She used one hand to push at Alex's underwear, and Alex kicked them off the rest of the way, letting them drop to the floor.
It didn't take more than a minute for Casey's hand to slide up the inside of one thigh, fingertips grazing wetness before exploring deeper, two fingers slipping inside easily. Alex moaned under Casey, one leg hooking around her to keep herself open, and the wanton movement made Casey push on with a little more force.
They moved against each other, still semi-clothed. One hand of Alex's was on Casey's back, the other still under her pants while Casey's face stayed buried in Alex's neck, letting Alex know just how good she felt, wet and tight around her fingers. Casey hadn't been surprised when she had found out that Alex liked dirty talk, and now was the perfect time to use it.
Casey brushed the pad of her thumb over Alex's clit, knowing that would be enough to make her come when she was this needy. Proven right as Alex moaned in her ear, Casey pushed on until Alex's grip on her back relaxed, and she sunk back into the bed, temporarily sated.
Watching the rise and fall of Alex's chest slow to something more manageable, Casey propped herself up on her side, smirking. "Remember what you were saying now?" Casey teased.
"Shut up," Alex said without venom, and slid herself on top of Casey, mouth on her throat.
"I missed you this week," Casey said, pulling Alex onto her lap so she could kiss her properly. It'd been a week of both of them in trial, plus a trip to Rikers for Casey. Neither of them had had much energy to do anything but sit on the couch in lounge clothes and eat take out. Both of them had their files on the coffee table, a reminder that the weekend wasn't going to be all fun, but they'd agreed that taking the night off wasn't going to hurt.
Alex hummed as she slid her arms around Casey's shoulders, holding her close. "If the citizens of New York could keep their hands to themselves for the next 48 hours, that'd be great." She leaned back in for another kiss, but Casey had other ideas, sliding her palms up Alex's front teasingly until she cradled Alex's face, keeping her right where she wanted her. It was only then did Casey allow their lips to touch, and Alex responded greedily, mouth welcoming Casey's tongue.
Casey's thumb slid along the front of Alex's throat, her fingers curling around her neck while she applied a bit of pressure to her windpipe. Alex gasped into Casey's mouth, and Casey used that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss until Alex shifted on her lap. "Stay put," Casey said lowly, sliding her hand around the back of Alex's neck until her fingers were wrapped in her hair. She gently tugged, pulling Alex's head back, and ghosted her lips down where her thumb had just been.
"Casey," Alex moaned, impatient.
"Yes?" Casey asked innocently, nipping at the underside of Alex's jaw before sliding her hand back to where it was. Another brief press of her thumb as she adjusted her grip, and Alex ground down into Casey's lap, hips moving instinctively towards the other woman. Her expression quickly turned smug when she realized what was making Alex act this way. "Alexandra, you didn't tell me you liked it like this," she teased, making the most of Alex's sensitivity.
Exhaling hard through her nose, Alex bit her lip as Casey continued to tease. She shifted on Casey's lap, and immediately knew that she was well on her way to ruining another pair of underwear. Not only was her neck sensitive to Casey's mouth, but her hands as well. "More," Alex said softly.
Knowing that a request was just as good as Alex outright begging, Casey pressed a little more firmly, feeling more than hearing Alex's gasp. Casey smirked. "Bed," she decided, hand slipping off of Alex's neck.
As soon as Casey let her go, Alex was off her lap and dragging her to the bedroom. Casey's laughter rang in her ears as she lead, stripping her shirt and pants off and leaving them on the hallway floor. Once Alex climbed on to the bed, Casey crawled on top of her, one hand between her legs and the other splayed along her jaw. Alex arched up, trying to get closer to Casey, but failing.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Casey teased, pulling her fingers out from between Alex's legs to lick them clean.
"Stop teasing and fuck me," Alex groaned.
"Bossy, bossy." Casey did as Alex demanded, with a little extra. She re-positioned her hand so her thumb was on Alex's throat again like it had been in the living room, but without any pressure this time.
"The word?"
"Bergamot," Alex answered, voice cracking.
Casey smothered a grin. Alex's safe word was just so … Alex. "Good?"
"So good," Alex groaned. Her eyes widened as Casey applied just enough pressure for her to feel it; her hips bucked against Casey's other hand, fingers gripping the sheets.
Casey hummed contentedly as she sped up her fingers. Another thing to add to the list.
"You look beautiful," Casey said quietly from the doorway. Alex was leaning against the dresser, fussing with an earring, when she caught the gaze of her girlfriend in the mirror.
"You scrub up pretty well yourself, Novak," Alex teased, putting in her other earring. A free weekend had been bestowed upon them, seemingly magically, and the two of them had planned to not let it go to waste. One of Alex's acquaintances was hosting "casual cocktails," and though Casey didn't like attending these types of things, Alex had promised that they only had to make an appearance, and then they were free to have a quiet dinner of their own.
Casey chuckled and walked up behind Alex, sliding her hands around her waist. Instinctively, Alex pushed back into the embrace, even though they didn't have time for this. "We're going to be late," she warned, but that didn't seem to deter Casey, as she laid a kiss right behind Alex's ear. "Casey…"
"Alex," Casey replied, squeezing Alex's hips.
"Casey," Alex repeated, but any other protest was silenced as Casey swept her hair to the side and started to kiss down her neck, then biting gently as she slowly pushed Alex's skirt up, just enough to let Alex know what she wanted.
"Alex," Casey responded, this time with her mouth right on Alex's ear, eyes trained on her in the mirror. Even in the reflection, Casey could see just how dark the other woman's eyes were; she was ready for this. "You like it like this," she concluded. "With the mirror." They were no strangers to the position, but being able to look into each other's eyes left Casey breathless, wondering why they hadn't done this sooner.
Alex bit her lip as Casey leaned into her, pressing her against the dresser so she was forced to bend at the waist, just a bit. "Can't help it when you look at me like that," she replied, sensing that there was at least a chance for some verbal turnabout. "You can never hide how much you want to fuck me, and I love it."
Not taking her eyes away from Alex's in the mirror, Casey edged up the hem of Alex's skirt until it was around her hips, then slid two fingers underneath the damp fabric. They didn't have time for this, much less taking off clothes. "I can tell. I think you really like this, don't you?" she smirked, mentally adding this to the list. If she was being honest with herself, the sheer existence of Alex Cabot was enough to keep her perpetually turned on, so it was only fair that she find out what pushed Alex's buttons. It wasn't fair that Alex usually had much better control of her arousal.
Moaning quietly, Alex dropped to her elbows on the dresser, angling herself into Casey. Casey held Alex's gaze in the mirror as she slid two fingers in, setting an almost tortuously slow pace. "God, I love how ready you are for me. Every time," Casey murmured, punctuating her last statement with a hard thrust.
"Just for you," Alex said breathlessly. "Only for you."
"Damn straight," Casey smirked as she curled her fingers.
Casey watched from her desk as Alex stormed past towards her own office. Usually, Alex poked her head in when Casey's door was open, if only to say hi, but since she hadn't, Casey guessed something wasn't right. Picking her phone up, she sent a message to Alex. You okay?
It didn't take long for Alex to respond. He's an asshole. Casey was pretty sure Alex meant Cutter, but she didn't need the details, she just wanted to let Alex vent.
Crinkling her nose in sympathy, even though Alex couldn't see her, Casey responded. He needs to get over himself. Can I bring you dinner? No sooner had she sent it did she see Alex rushing by again, heels clicking loudly. She had her face in some paperwork, and even though she looked just as angry as she had the first time, Casey couldn't resist trying for a little levity.
You look hot when you're mad, she tapped out.
Casey's phone rang, and she got up to shut the door so she had privacy. In doing so, she missed Alex striding back to her office, but she didn't miss Alex's response a few minutes later.
New tech might have messed up on chain of custody. Won't know until tomorrow. I better look mad, she replied back.
Casey smirked. I could take your mind of things…
Casey watched as Alex started to type a response, then stopped, then started again. This happened once more, then Casey finally saw the message. Tempting as your offer is, now isn't really the time.
Casey leaned back in her chair, fully intent on getting under Alex's skin in a different way then Cutter had. It was worth a shot, and Alex hadn't said no. That's a shame. I love that dress on you. I think I like it more though when I push it up over your hips, slide the lace I know you're wearing off…
Enough time passed that Casey was starting to second guess herself. They'd flirted in the office before, used a little dirty talk to tease when they were alone in the break room, but this might have been too explicit for work.
She didn't have to worry though; Alex responded. I like you on your knees.
Casey smirked; another thing to add to the mental list she had running. Maybe I'd be under your desk, but you'd have to be quiet. I know that's difficult for you.
Alex's response was a little quicker now. You could keep me quiet with your mouth. You'd still get to push my dress up if I was on your lap.
Casey bit her lip, trying to keep her cool. The vision of Alex on her lap, moaning into Casey's mouth while she was knuckle-deep in her, was almost too much. Casey checked the clock. It was quarter to five; hypothetically, she could slip out a few minutes early, undetected.
While the mental image was good, Casey wasn't exactly opposed to the first one, either. If we're at home, you can be as loud as you want when I'm on my knees. I love how loud you get.
A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Alex poked her head in. "Are you done for the day?" she asked. Her jacket was slung over her arm, case in hand. She was obviously trying to keep her voice neutral, but it was distinctly lower than usual.
Casey smiled, happy to have a new entry to the running list. "Mhmm," she hummed, giving Alex her most innocent look.
Alex narrowed her eyes, intent on making sure Casey didn't get away with this once they were at home. "Let's go."
"Alex, oh my God," Casey moaned, grabbing at Alex's head between her legs. They had to be out the door in less than an hour, the sun was coming in extra bright through the blinds, and Alex had decided to wake Casey up with her mouth. Alex had teased with her teeth, biting up each thigh gently, before using her tongue, tracing slow strokes that made the pleasure almost excruciating.
Casey was about to plead again for Alex to stop taking her sweet time when the phone rang. Alex pushed herself up on her hands and crawled up the bed to answer it, wiping the wetness on her lips off with the back of her hand. "Cabot," she said curtly.
"Mhmm. Okay. Do you have— okay. I'll see who's available. See you," Alex said, hanging up the phone and climbing out of bed.
"Where the hell are you going?" Casey said, half-heartedly throwing her pillow at Alex's retreating back.
Alex turned on the shower, then stuck her head out the bathroom door. "Olivia needs a warrant. Don't you even think about coming in here, Casey Novak," she said. "And don't you dare take care of yourself, either. Your ass is mine later," she grinned, then she locked the door.
Casey groaned, trying to block out the light with an arm over her eyes. Alex would definitely know if she took care of herself. When Alex left with a long goodbye kiss fifteen minutes later, she cradled Casey's face and reminded her to be a good girl, which made it even harder for Casey to remember to behave. She showered as quickly as she could and sped to the office, hoping that she'd be suitably distracted for the day and she'd forget all about Alex leaving her like this.
Of course, Alex made sure she didn't forget. By the end of the day, Casey had had to lock herself in the office to avoid Alex.
Alex in her tight skirt, stilettos and the purple sweater that clung to her perfectly.
Alex chasing the straw of her iced coffee with her tongue in the doorway of the copy room, eyes locked with Casey's as she stood at the copier.
Alex standing just a couple inches too close in the elevator when it was just the two of them and murmuring everything she planned on doing to Casey when they got home. Casey was relieved that they only ended up taking one elevator ride together, because she wasn't sure if she could listen to any more of Alex's detailed plans for fucking her brains out without wanting to shove her against the elevator wall.
Casey was sure her underwear was beyond ruined, and she needed to go home, lest she strangle the next person she saw out of sheer sexual frustration.
Alex was already back from work when Casey arrived, sitting on the couch with her heels off, reading a file. Casey dropped her coat and bag in the entryway before grabbing Alex's hand and dragging her to the bedroom. "You are a cruel woman, you fucking tease," Casey whined, trying to undress Alex as fast as she could.
Alex, however, managed to suppress a smirk. "I'm well aware," she said blandly, thought it was getting more difficult to not full-out Cheshire Cat smile. She couldn't wait to have Casey needy in her hands, under her mouth. She knew Casey would enjoy it too, once she got relief, but … "No you don't, Novak," Alex said, grabbing at Casey's wrists as she attempted to pull off her own underwear. "That's my job. Now, on the bed."
"Alex, oh my God," Casey groaned as Alex all but pushed her on the bed, and crawled on top of her. She could see the glint in Alex's eye, the one that said she'd be crazy to think that she was leaving the bed this evening. Usually it was accompanied by a handful of silk scarves or something else that made her squirm, but Casey wasn't about to complain.
Just like in the morning, Alex took her time, mapping Casey's torso with her lips and tongue, before sliding her underwear down her legs. Alex couldn't contain her moan as she saw just how wet Casey was. "You were a good girl today, weren't you?" Alex murmured as her hand slid up the inside of one thigh, and Casey's hips jerked upwards.
Laughing, Alex got comfortable on her stomach before leaning down and putting Casey out of her misery. She knew Casey had been keeping a list of the things she liked, and it looked like it was high time to start adding to hers.