Alex/Casey one-shot. Don't like it, don't read it.

Casey was sitting at her desk. It was far after 10 PM, but she had to finish this case. Although it was a lost cause, because they didn't stand a chance against the defense. Casey hated to admit that. She still wasn't finished yet, so she went to the bathroom for a brief break. When she walked through the corridor, she heard someone talking and saw a light shining. She walked really slowly, actually not want to spy on that someone, but she couldn't resist the tendency. She was too curious. When she got closer, she heard Alexandra Cabot speaking, to someone at the phone, Casey guessed. She peaked through the window and saw her sitting in her chair with her back turned to the door.

"... and I'm gonna tease you until you beg me to take you as I've never took you before. You want to scream, but you can't, because you're on my desk in my office, and people will hear you, so you try to smother your cries in the crook of my neck.. Until I finally touch that spot you want me to touch you and let you climax against my hand with my fingers still inside.."

Casey couldn't believe what she was hearing. ADA Cabot, talking dirty to a woman? This was so overwhelming. This couldn't be true. She must have been dreaming or something. She wasn't lucid. She squeezed her arm, but she could feel it, so she wasn't dreaming.

"Good evening, do you need something, Ms. Novak?"

Casey was in shock. How did she know?

"No, it's nothing, I was just wondering who was still in the building at this hour."

"Oh, I guess it's just you and me. Everybody else left hours ago."

Casey didn't say anything. She was petrified. She couldn't move. She still couldn't believe what she heard and she hoped the ADA didn't know what she heard.

"So, tell me. Did you like what you heard?" Cabot was standing right now, leaning to her desk, looking at Casey.

"Wh-what?"

"Don't tell me you didn't hear that, because I know you were listening. I could hear your heels clicking and sneaking around is clearly not your thing."

Casey blushed. She took a few steps to the doorway to face the ADA.

"Yes I heard." She screwed up her eyes.

"You cannot say you never fantasized about sex in your office, can you?" Cabot took a few steps in the direction of Casey.

Casey didn't know what to say. She wasn't having a relationship at the moment, she wasn't getting laid that often. She once fantasized about it, but she wouldn't admit that to anyone. That was so inappropriate.

"Don't you think that would be really inappropriate? Speaking of inappropriate, asking me is also inappropriate." she tried not to move, not to flinch while Cabot took a few more steps to Casey, till she was less than a few steps away from Casey. If she would reach her arm, she could touch Cabot.

"Oh, you think? But you seem to like it. You're flushed. And.." she cupped Casey's crotch ".. you're wet too. So you actually liked it."

Casey was really shocked. Not only because the other ADA touched her private parts, but also because she didn't wince when she did that. She actually liked it.

"And you're not knocking away my hand right now.." Cabot's was still on her crotch.

"It's still inappropriate. And if that was your girlfriend or something, you shouldn't do this." She grabbed Cabot's wrist to remove her hand from her crotch, but her hands were all sweaty.

"That wasn't my girlfriend. That was just some phone sex.. We didn't even met. I know her from the internet. To work off some steam, if you know what I mean." She ran her finger across Casey's arm, up to the shoulder. Her breathing became ragged.

"Well.. I have to go to the bathroom, so good evening and.." she wanted to turn around but Cabot grabbed Casey's wrist.

"Are you gonna leave yet?"

Casey didn't know what to do. Was she offering.. Oh, that was so wrong.

"Well, you have to make it up to me, because you spied on me. I think I know something. Just close the door." She walked to her desk and grabbed a bottle of whine and two glasses. She also grabbed a tin of whipped cream. "Here, drink this, and you need some sugar, because you seem like you haven't eaten in hours."

Casey walked to the desk and gulped down the glass of whine.

"Why do you have whipped cream in your office?"

"Because I like my cake sweet. And my mistresses." Casey almost choked in her whine.

"What?"

"I think you understood me damn well, Ms. Novak." She turned around and walked to her windows, to close the blinds. And she locked her door.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because I don't think we want to have visitors or other spies."

"I didn't approve of this, did I?"

"Oh, I guess you did." Cabot smirked.

It was really hot in there. Or maybe Casey was hot herself, she didn't know, but she wanted to get off her jacket, so she did.

"Did anybody ever told you you are very hot in that skirt, Ms. Novak?"

"No, Ms. Cabot. You are the first to emphasize it. That suit doesn't misfit you either, ma'am."

"You seem to be really hot, shall I help you with your clothes, Ms. Novak?" she walked to Casey. She put her hands on Casey's shoulders, and ran her fingers across her collarbones. She ran them across her chest and ran them down her stomach, at the hem of her shirt. She slid the fabric up and got the shirt off. She threw it on the floor. Casey unbuttoned Cabot's blouse and threw it on her shirt.

Alex lifted Casey and put her on her desk. She started to kiss Casey, while she stroked her inner thighs. Alex's nipples were visible through the fabric of her bra. Casey tangled her left hand's fingers in Alex's hair while she ran her nails of her other hand across her back. Casey unclasped Alex's bra and her own and threw them on the floor and started to massage her breasts, while Alex tried to reach the whipped cream.

"Couch." Casey breathed and Alex lifted her from the desk to the leather couch. Casey straddled Alex and unbuttoned Alex's pants and shove them down. She grabbed the whipped cream and she sprayed some on Alex's collarbone and breast. She licked and sucked it up with her mouth and ran her tongue across the cream. Alex's put her hands on Casey's back to control herself. She flipped over and put Casey on bottom, with her back on the couch. She took off Casey's skirt and stockings, so they were both in just their panties.

Alex got the whipped cream and put some on her body; one sharp line from her navel, to her throat. She sucked it up with her mouth, very slow, starting at her throat, between her breasts, trailing of to her navel again. Casey was so aroused, she thought she would drip on the couch. She breathed very shallow, and wasn't able to completely open her eyes anymore. She felt Alex running her tongue across the hem of her panties, and hooking her fingers under the fabric. She felt her panties being shoved off her legs. She felt really naked, but it felt good. Alex ran her fingers across Casey's sides, and felt Alex tongue teasing between her inner thighs.

"Yeah, you like that, Ms. Novak." she said confidently.

But Casey couldn't say a word. She barely could think of words to express how she liked this. She wanted more. She needed Alex to touch her there.

"Please.." she breathed.

"Did I hear that right, Ms. Novak? Do I hear you beg?"

"Yes.." she breathed. "Please, touch me.."

Alex trailed her fingers off to Casey's core and pushed two fingers in, really slowly, teasingly. Casey thought she was going crazy. She needed relief. Alex pumped, really slowly, curling her fingers in, to stimulate her g-spot. She worked her mouth up to her clit and started to lick and suck it, but again, really slowly and teasingly. Casey felt the climax building up inside her abdomen, but she wasn't close enough to get there. She bucked her hips uncontrollably, not able to find her relief, still hanging on the edge.

"Please.." she breathed, almost inaudible.

Alex decided to give in and pushed another finger, really fast, while she sucked one last time. That was enough for the red-headed woman to finally climax. She shook uncontrollably while she rode it off, totally washed out of the intense orgasm.

"You still think this is inappropriate, Ms. Novak?"