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All was awkward for a few minutes. Casey downed her drink and nursed the empty glass. She forced herself to look up. Huge black eyes looked passively back at her. The redhead swallowed hard against the alcohol as she observed the small smile that played on thin lips.
"So…"
"So…"
They had started at the same time and they both stopped abruptly.
"Go ahead," Abbie encouraged.
"Well, it was nothing really…do you miss New York?"
Abbie gave a small smile and nodded. "I do. Detroit's nice and all, but I'm a New Yorker, through and through."
"Do you ever think of moving back?"
The brunette shrugged. "I love my job, there is no reason to come back."
It was Casey's turn to nod. "I know exactly what you mean." But the Detroit ADA's look was not lost on the redhead. It was a twinge of sadness that penetrated the steel exterior. Perhaps she is hiding. After seeing them together, there is no doubt that she liked Olivia…perhaps she even loved her. Olivia obviously rejected her at some point. I wish I just had the courage to say something to her. Just as well, she isn't interested anyway.
"But," the Detroit ADA continued, "I'm glad I stopped by for a visit."
"I told you the squad would be happy to see you…" Casey trailed off as she looked past the brunette.
Abbie noticed the odd look on her companion's face and followed the stare.
A sleazy looking man in a business suit held up his glass of scotch in a toast toward their table. He winked at the two women. Even his wink was cocky. He motioned to the bartender and then motioned to the two ADAs. He clinked glasses with his buddies and downed his scotch. Then he grabbed the two drinks the bartender had placed in front of him and started walking towards the ADAs.
Casey raised her eyebrow at Abbie, who just shrugged. The man gave a toothy grin as he addressed them. "Ladies."
The two women nodded to him politely. He sipped from one drink and placed the other in front of Casey. "It looked like you needed a refill. Hope you like rum and coke." He said as he leaned onto the table toward the redhead.
Casey fought back a gag. This guy was already on her nerves, not to mention, way too far into her personal bubble. "Thanks." She managed slowly; painfully aware that this sleezeball was either too cheap or too clueless to buy a drink for both women at the table.
"Eric Brandon. What's your name?"
The redhead glanced at Abbie before responding. "Casey."
"Casey," he repeated slowly. "So, my buddies and I have a question. Is it true redheads have more fun?"
Oh no, he didn't just use that line. Casey raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious?"
"Well…" He started.
"It was a rhetorical question," Casey cut him off. "Thanks for the drink, see ya never."
"Aw," he pleaded with a devious smile. "Don't be like that." He scooted closer to her. Any closer he would have been on her lap.
The redhead looked at Abbie with desperation in her eyes.
The Detroit ADA put her hand in the middle of the table. "I think you should just tell him."
Casey narrowed her eyes in question and the man was suddenly curious. "Tell me what?" he demanded.
The brunette stood and came around the table, she wrapped one arm around the back of the chair and placed her other hand on Casey's stomach. "My wife and I are expecting our first child in six months."
The redhead whipped around to face her shorter companion, her eyes wide. The man choked in surprise and coughed.
Abbie continued happily. "I know you didn't want me to say anything, darling, but I'm just bursting to tell everyone. You are going to be such a great mother."
She paused for a moment, to let it all sink in, before turning the hand on Casey's stomach over, asking for the redhead's right hand, "Now, I can tell you are getting tired, shall we?"
Abbie pulled the still stunned Casey out of her seat. "Let's go home," she finished.
Before Casey could stop reeling from the first event, another one sent her floating to the moon. Abbie leaned in and kissed her.
Soft lips yielded into each other. Electricity sparked. And it only lasted for a moment.
Casey was moving. Abbie was guiding her to the door.
The brunette looked back smiling. "Nice to meet you, Eric."
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Abigail just kissed me. One foot in front of the other. Oh my God it was amazing. What am I going to do? Yellow…cab…seat…Pull yourself together.
Casey put her hand to her lips and turned to Abbie. The older woman was oblivious. "Man, that guy was a jerk." She finally noticed Casey's odd expression. "What?" she asked.
Later, Casey would have no recollection of what was going through her head at the time. All the same, her hand reached up to cup the brunette's face. Their lips met again, soft, but with a bit more urgency.
Casey pulled back quickly, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know you were just acting, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…I just…" She babbled until two long fingers laid themselves gently on her lips.
Abbie smiled wide and grabbed a hold of Casey's hand. Oh, God, that smile. "It's ok," she said, continuing more to herself than to Casey. "You too, huh? I thought so, I'm glad I was right." She glanced out the window and saw they were coming up on the Hilton. "Come on." The brunette urged, getting out of the cab.
They were silent until they were inside the hotel room. Casey stood near the wall just next to the door. Abbie shrugged off her coat and laid it on the bureau. Then she moved to her companion with a cheshire cat smile. She allowed her long nails to caress the redhead's cheekbone before pulling her into a long leisurely kiss.
Abbie's hands started to roam and she slid Casey's suit jacket off her shoulders. It fell into a crumpled heap at the taller woman's feet. Casey leaned back and hit the wall with a thud. Abbie used it to her advantage and pressed that taller woman into the wall with her kiss.
It was feverish. Casey ran her fingers through long dark hair and Abbie's pelvis found a grinding spot on the taller woman's hips. The kiss raged and one would have thought there were more than four hands moving in the scuffle. Breathing was labored and it seemed that someone had turned on the heat in the middle of a sauna.
Suddenly, Casey moved, the shorter woman turned and the two women switched positions. The redhead escaped her companion's grasp, eyes wide in fear. Casey spun away, covering her face. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
The Detroit ADA was genuinely confused. She backpedaled in her head, all the signs were there… no, it defiantly wasn't anything she did wrong. Then what was wrong?
Abbie took a step closer but Casey retreated. "Are you alright, Case?" she asked, her voice full of concern.
"Yes…no…yes," Casey stumbled over the words. "I…oh God." The redhead sat heavily on the bed, head in her hands.
The brunette took a deep breath, reeling from the change in atmosphere and leaned against the wall, arms folded and looking away from her companion. "I'm not that bad of a kisser," she mumbled.
"Abbie, it's not you." Casey let out a loaded breath, "It's defiantly not you." She whispered, more to herself than to Abigail.
The Detroit ADA dropped her hands in exasperation. "Then what, Casey?"
"It's…it's me."
In the pause, the brunette allowed a small smile to play on her lips, "Casey…have you ever been with a woman?"
The redhead looked up and gave a small laugh. "Not for a long time…but…"
"Casey, I'm not a mind reader." The brunette walked over and knelt in front of the near crying woman. "You've got to tell me."
"I'm…I'm not worth it."
"What the hell are you talking about?" The voice was surprised, but soothing.
"I'm not worth you. I'm…fake…I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not good at anything. I'm not pretty, I'm not a good companion. I'm…nothing…"
"Whoa, whoa, stop, sweetie." Abbie fought back a laugh. "Please, forgive me, but where I'm sitting, nothing you're saying makes any sense." She reached up and pried Casey's hands from her face. "Casey."
"I'm sorry. Usually I can get through it. Usually I can do this whole one night stand thing…"
Abbie's lips twitched. "What makes you think this is a one night stand thing?"
Casey weakly rolled her eyes. "You're going back to Detroit. You probably have someone. Someone much better than me. You're used to a girl like…well, more exotic than me." Maybe someone like Olivia.
"Well," the brunette started calmly. "I don't know about you, but I don't do one night stands. I'm attracted to you too."
"Liar," Casey shot out.
"I think I'd know if I was attracted to someone, Counselor," Abbie shot back.
"No one thinks I'm attractive."
The brunette's voice became soft again, "Casey, how could you think like this? Who hurt you so badly?"
Casey shook her head and looked away.
When it became clear that Casey was not going to answer, Abbie dropped the taller woman's hands and stood.
"If you believe me or not…I think you are gorgeous."
The desperate woman looked up. "I…I want to believe you."
"I can't believe you don't…but no matter." The shorter woman ruffled through her coat and pulled out her cell phone. "It's nearly one in the morning. I'm guessing you should get home."
Casey nodded slowly. Abbie grabbed their coats and opened the door. They both moved like ghosts down to the lobby, Casey followed the brunette without a sound and without an expression on her face.
Abigail hailed a cab. She opened the door for Casey and threw the redhead's coat in after her. Then she leaned in the front passenger window, addressing the cab driver. "Make sure she gets home ok." She handed him a large tip and gave him the address.
Casey found herself standing inside her apartment. She stood there for a long time, unmoving and unfocused.
Suddenly, she picked up a glass vase a flung it at the wall. It smashed with a terminal chime followed by a tinkling of shards on the floor. Fuck. Fuck! Casey found herself kneeling on the ground with her head in her hands.
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