Hey guys, so this is something that I've been working on for a while and it's kinda progressed. Just wanted to see if anyone would be interested in reading.
So it started out pretty lighthearted and right now, it's getting more serious, so if that's not your thing...
Oh, and Gabby and Mills are not together, just friends okay?
And this is an M rated story, so you have been warned.
Hope you enjoy, would love your feedback and any ideas/suggestions you may have!
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I was halfway through 'The Italian Job' and a tub of Ben and Jerry's when someone knocks the door with some eagerness. Pausing the film and leaving my beloved ice cream behind, I answer the door and to say I was surprised was an understatement.
Matthew Casey was standing in my doorway wearing dark jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. His eyes are filled with animalistic passion and his chest rises and falls quickly.
"Gabby," he moans as he throws himself at me, his wet plump lips colliding with mine. I groan against his expert lips as he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his hips. My heat touching his hardness. I yelp in pleasure as he slams the door and pushes me against it, grinding his manhood on my wet core.
His lips ravish mine, taking me for his own and I am willingly his. His tongue runs over my lips asking for entrance which I grant, and I melt when his tongue dances with mine.
"You taste like ice cream," he murmurs huskily against my lips and he takes the opportunity to pull off my t-shirt. I return the favour, running my hands over the hard plains of his warm body.
"Matt, oh god," I cry, the breath catching in my throat as his strong hands clasp over my perky bare breasts. As he massages my breasts, his lips take to leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all along my neck and collar-bone. I shiver at his touch.
Somehow, we end up on my bed and as Matt climbs over me, his hands find the button of my jeans and he glides them down my legs gently.
His cock pushes against my heat and I cry out his name in ecstasy, his chuckles, continuing to place big wet kisses all over my body.
As he kisses my cheek, he whispers "I love you," in my ear and I melt. I kiss his lips, hoping to show that I loved him too.
His hand trails teasingly down my tense stomach and towards my heat. His fingers pull back the flimsy material of my panties and...
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
My alarm wakes me from my dream, my sexy steamy dream. With Matthew Casey. My sexy, hot, steamy Matthew Casey. Dream.
My alarm had a knack of doing that, waking me up at the most inconvenient of moments; maybe I was lucky it did, considering the state I was in. My hair was messy and wild, my cheeks flushed red, my eyes wide with lust, my heart was beating rapidly and my chest was panting with pleasure.
Oh Matthew Casey, what are you doing to me?
I throw myself out of bed, checking once just to be sure it wasn't a dream, but unfortunately it was. I sigh, running into the bathroom for a well needed cold shower. As the cool water hits my skin I relax and calm.
What was this? I'd never really dreamt of Matt like this before, but since his break up with Hallie... Oh great, my subconscious has realized that the gorgeous Lieutenant is now single and is formulating crazy dreams of us 'getting it on.'
But it's not as if that wasn't what I wanted.
For the years I'd worked with Matt and become his friend, his best friend, I'd fallen in love in him. Fallen in love with his handsome face and body, but his handsome heart. He was warm, caring, fair, kind-hearted, generous, helpful, strong, independent, wonderful, courageous, brave, beautiful, sexy, hot...had an absolutely amazing physique.
He was simply amazing.
But for those years he was with Hallie, they both seemed very much in love with one other. I wasn't going to get in the way or ruin things for them, so I kept my feelings to myself.
But since his breakup with Hallie, I can't stop having these dreams of us together and not all of them are about sex. Some are about making dinner together, or talking long walks in the fields outside the city, or laughing together at work, or attending the Firehouse BBQ together holding hands, or cuddling up on the sofa, or painting the house together, or just being together.
This was crazy, I was going crazy.
Matthew Casey was making me crazy.
I was crazy for him.
I tried to sneak into work, head down, hood up, earphones in, to avoid any questions on why I was so flustered. Instead I did the complete opposite and gained what seemed to be the whole house's attention.
"Woo, what's gotten into to you Dawson?" Otis teases, nudging me as I grump through the break room.
"Nothing, just tired," I mumble back and at that moment Shay walks in with Matt and Kelly at her side and I make a break for the locker room. I notice her smirk as I scurry away, Shay knew that something was going on with me and she was certain she knew which someone was doing it to me.
I only manage to throw my bag into my locker before Shay bursts in, smirking, loud and as extravagant as ever. She knows I'm near telling her what's going on with me.
"So, you ready to talk? You've been keeping this one up for ages now!" She laughs, sitting down on the bench in front of me as I lean against the locker.
When I'm certain that no one is in here but us I say, "Dreams aren't real right? They don't mean anything?"
Her mouth opens with humour and a suggestive grin plays on her lips, and at the exact moment she shouts, "You've been dreaming about Casey, haven't you!?" Severide strides through the door. When he registers what she says, he smirks sauntering towards me chuckling.
"Great," I hiss, biting down on my tongue. How could Matt's best friend keep that from him? That his girl best friend has had many saucy dreams about him?!
"Hey Dawson, don't frown, it's completely normal to dream about a Casey," he chuckles, leaning against the lockers besides me, trying to reassure me but not doing a very good job with that smirk on his face.
"You can't say anything, both of you," I warn, looking from Kelly to Shay, who is still suggestively smirking. I try to sound threatening, but that seems to make them only laugh more.
Oh yes, because this was so funny.
"Your secret is safe with us," she grins, "Now, these dreams? What happened exactly?" Shay attempts to keep in her laughs, but within moments she and Kelly are both spluttering out fits of hysteria.
I leave them to continue on finding my awkward situation highly amusing and as I exit the locker room, I bump into the person I was trying to avoid the most.
"Whoa, slow down there Gabby," Casey chuckles - why is everyone laughing at me? - steadying me by placing his hands on my arms.
"Oh um, hey Matt," I mumble biting my lip nervously and I'm sure my face was flushed red; I can't stop thinking about my saucy dream.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah um, I'm fine," I gush, his hands are still on my arms. The hands that traced my body last night... I shiver.
He smiles almost nervously with some confusion, unfortunately letting go of my arms, "Well, if you say so."
I'll say something to you alright.
(SHAY POV)
It took Kelly and I a considerably long time to calm down from the whole 'kinky dream' scenario. The dream wasn't even the funny the part; it was Gabby's crazy reaction to it. The way she pouted and warned and fretted over it like it was something out-of-bounds. If anything, she was scared. This meant that the feelings she'd held deep within for all those years that Matt was with Hallie, were rising to the surface and she couldn't control them. Gabby hated being out of control, especially with herself. She'd been unconditionally in love with Matt from the moment they met, and eventually that love also grew into a beautiful friendship.
And Gabby was so damn scared of ruining that friendship that she'd never tell Matt how she felt, and he wasn't gonna grow the balls to do it either. For now it seemed anyway.
As we all took to the break room to watch TV or whatever, Gabby tucked herself away in the corner with her laptop and earphones, claiming she had a lot of 'work to catch up on.'
Her music on the other hand, was so loud that Mouch and Herrmann could hear it over the football game on the TV, to the point where Mouch paused the game.
"Surely the girl can't concentrate with her music that loud?" Mouch grumps after being interrupted halfway through a good game. I laugh and he and Herrmann look to me for answers.
"She isn't concentrating, she's avoiding talking to me," I smirk and even with a good couple of sets of eyes on her, including Matt's, she simply continues to stare at the screen, oblivious to us talking about her.
"And that would be because?" Mouch asks, now considerably interested in Gabby's odd actions. She never usually shied herself away.
Severide jumps in smugly chuckling, "She's dreaming."
I burst into a fit of laughter, with all this laughing I'm bound to get a six-pack, and Kelly joins me, "She's gonna kill us!"
Having capturing all the room's occupants attention, including an increasingly interested and confused Matt's, Gabby looks up bewildered and embarrassed and yanks out her earphones.
"Day-dreaming are we Gabriela?" Mouch asks innocently and Kelly and I can't help but laugh even more, although trying our best to stifle them. Matt stares from us and then to Gabby and back again, obviously baffled at our hysterical state and extremely interested on what it was all about, especially if it was about Gabriela.
"You didn't?" Gabby growls angrily, slamming closed her laptop. She looks ready to kill us.
Forcing myself to quit with the laughter and in smacking Kelly to make him do so too, I reply with, "No we didn't, Scout's honour." I salute her, but she isn't fazed and continues to stare murderously at Kelly and me.
"Didn't what?" Herrmann cries in confusion, his hands thrown up in frustration, asking the question everyone wanted to ask.
"Nothing," I smirk and Gabby only throws me an angry look before heading to the garage.
Casey makes a stand to follow her to the garage, but sits when I say, "It's just a bad day Matt, she'll come round."
She didn't need to be having that conversation yet.
When Gabby arrives at work the next morning, the look on her face could only mean one thing, another dream.
As I approach her, she steps back putting her hands up, to warn me off messing with her today, "No, I'm done with teasing you. You wanna talk?"
"Yeah sure," she smiles, leading the way to the locker room.
Setting her bag upon the bench, she giggles to herself stupidly, "I have no idea what to do about this."
"Hey, it's just a dream..."
She punches my shoulder, "That wasn't what you were saying yesterday," she smirks, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah but yesterday was funny. Why don't you just tell him Gab?"
Gabby's lips make a 'Pfft' sound as she frustratingly pulls her hair into a ponytail, "Why not?"
She stares at me nonchalantly, "Oh yeah, hey Matt. I've just gotta tell you something... Since you've broken up with Hallie, every night I've dreamt about us having sexy time in your firetruck. So um, beautiful weather we're having today huh?!" Her sarcasm changes to sadness, slumping to the bench like she's given up.
"That sounds easy compared to my 'Plan B' speech to Severide," I grin, hoping to cheer her up somehow. It works and Gabby laughs, "I would have loved to have seen that."
She lays her head on my shoulder and sighs, "Why can't everything just be simple?"
"This is life hunny, get used to it... Look, just talk to him and tell him Gab. You'll never know unless you try."
"I already know Shay, I heard him talking to Hallie on the phone the yesterday..." her voice trailing off sadly again.
"That may mean nothing-"
She shakes her head and her body slumps again, giving up on the very idea of Matthew Casey loving her, "No, it sounded pretty serious Shay. With her turning up at the bar the other day and them going for coffee and now they're talking again, it's only a matter of time before they get back together."
"Oh... Gabby what you need is a girls night! My place at 8?" It's the only way I knew how to respond, and how to cheer her up.
Offering a small smile she replies, "Sounds like a plan."
Oh hopelessly in love Gabby, what will we do with you?
