I did promise a Casey fic for someone, didn't I?
They were at it again.
Trading glances like love struck teenagers, transferring heat with a well-placed brush of their fingertips, and just doing their general fuzzy thing. They were in love, quite clearly, and it was kind of annoying to see.
Those two were constantly dancing around the subject, and John Casey had enough.
Consequently, he'd cornered Walker after their mission that afternoon, announced he'd be turning the surveillance in Chuck's room off for the night so she could do whatever she wanted so long as her and Chuck quit all the angst, and headed stiffly back home. Now, four hours later, he stood up and walked to his front window, looking out into the courtyard while his two partners stumbled into the courtyard, checking he'd gotten his message across.
His eyes narrowed as he watched them come to a halt in the dark courtyard, Walker spinning Chuck around to face her for a properly serious conversation. The blonde's lips mouthed all the right words, and the dark-haired man let a smile grow.
And when those sickeningly cliché three words were spoken, there was a flurry of motion between the two opposite factors, and then lips were on lips and hands were in hair, and Casey was turning away from the window with a grunt.
They'd still be horribly in love, but at least all the angst would be gone.
He smiled slightly to himself after a moment – he remembered how it felt to be in love. He'd traded kisses and light touches, and clichéd words before. He'd felt warm at the touch of someone he'd considered his better half. And that thought made him ache a bit, because truly, he kind of missed that.
He shook himself slightly.
That life – that wasn't for him. Those parts of living had been in forfeit for years. He'd given it up so others – like the suckers out in the courtyard, his partners, his friends – could have that. And that was all for the best, he supposed. Although, he'd always kind of wish...
But no. No more thinking about things he didn't have. He needed a bottle of scotch.
R&R?