Sevasey Drabbles
This takes place in the Don't Tell universe, it takes place more than one year after the story had ended.
Christmas Present
"Merry Christmas, baby," Severide whispered into Casey's ear.
"Mmm…" Casey smiled as he woke. "Hi," he greeted Severide as he opened his eyes.
"Hi."
"Morning," he spoke, still smiling up at Severide.
"Morning," Severide repeated, laughing a little at Casey's numerous greetings.
"I never loved waking up so much since I got to wake up next to you." He lifted himself up onto his elbows and planted a kiss on Severide's lips. "Merry Christmas, Kelly."
"Dinner with my father later is going to be interesting," Severide commented, lying back down by Casey's side.
"Your father loves me," he joked.
"Everyone loves you." Severide turned to face him. "You're just so blond and perfect."
"And I'm all yours."
"Don't think anyone else would have you if they scratched below the surface."
"Are you telling me I'm not perfect?" Casey questioned with mock offence.
"You're perfect to me… and that woman who gave you a great whopping big smooch after you dragged her from that fire…"
"Says you, you serial philanderer," he grinned teasingly as he gently grabbed hold of Severide's arms, he flipped him over and straddled him. The sheets had fallen away and he bent down and left a trail of kisses up from his chest to his lips.
When Casey suddenly paused his affectionate actions Severide spoke, "Hey, you can't stop there…"
"Kelly?" he frowned, "What's that noise?"
"Oh no…" Severide muttered, "Erm... that might be your Christmas present…"
"My Christmas present?"
"I think it's escaped," Severide replied, moving Casey over so he was no longer straddling him.
"Escaped?" he repeated.
Severide swiftly got off the bed. "Stay here."
Casey remained sitting on the bed, frowning at the commotion he could hear from behind the bedroom door. Then there was silence.
"Close your eyes," Severide instructed. "Are they closed?"
"They're closed."
Severide opened the bedroom door. "Hands out."
As soon as Casey felt the soft ball of squirming fluff in his hands he opened his eyes. "Kelly!" he beamed, "You didn't?"
"I did," Severide nodded, grinning madly at Casey's happiness.
"She's… he's… amazing… I can't believe you did this, I thought you were joking, I didn't think you wanted…"
"She," Severide supplied. "And I thought it was about time I committed to something other than sex with you."
"Thank you… she's perfect. You're perfect… my present's going to pale in comparison to her… does she have a name?"
"No," Severide shook his head.
"You should name her… wait, what are we going to do when we're at work…"
"She'll be coming to the firehouse with us now Pouch has found another home," Severide explained.
"Really?"
"Yeah, spoke to Boden."
"Spoke to Boden? What did you say? Two of your lieutenants have been fucking each other and can we bring our puppy to work?" he laughed at that, still snuggling the golden haired puppy to his chest.
"Said it was yours, that you could do with some company at home… after everything…"
"Oh, so you just made it look like I was gonna have a breakdown instead?" he shook his head, grinning. He looked down, "She's beautiful, thank you."
"How about Ivy?" Severide suggested suddenly.
"Ivy," he repeated, "Perfect."
