A/N: Ah, I'm sorry about the "they're not allowed to marry"-thing. I was on the assumption that it wasn't allowed, but I did some research and I found out New York got that legal right in July 2011. I don't quite know what timeline my story has, or in what year it is. ^^ Let's pretend it's before 2011, let's say early 2011, since Casey was censured between 2008 and 2011. So, did you guys know my country was actually the first country all over the world where same-sex marriage was legal? ^^ I'm pretty proud of that. :) Well, another update today, so enjoy :)

By the way. Today my story exists a month :) Yay. And you're still following. Yay too. Really, thanks :)

The plane had arrived at the airport a little over one o'clock in the morning, New York time. Alex was pretty tired, but Casey wasn't. It was only three hours earlier in California, so she felt like it was just ten o'clock in the evening. They hailed a cab when they finally got their luggage and Casey put their stuff in the trunk when one stopped to get them home. Alex already sat in the cab, when Casey got in too. She laid her head on Casey's shoulder, while Casey gave the taxi driver Alex's home address.

Or actually, soon to be either Alex's as Casey's home address. Casey still had to get used to the fact that she was going to live together with that beautiful blonde next to her. It scared the crap out of her, but at the same time, she didn't want something more than that. Spending every possible free time with that woman, who understood her. Who she understood. They both worked a lot, so she didn't have to be scary that they would sit too close to each other. And fights were part of a relationship. So far, they didn't have big fights, apart from the little differences of opinions they had.

When they got home, Casey had to carry all the luggage to Alex's - well, their - apartment. Alex was kind of a zombie who needed to sleep very badly. Casey wondered if she had to carry her too, but she didn't, because she could walk by herself. If she really fell asleep, she could always decide to carry her. When they entered their apartment, Alex fell down on the couch, laying face down and falling asleep almost immediately. Casey decided she could lay there while she unpacked their stuff.

Half an hour later, Alex was still sleeping on the couch, her mouth slightly opened, a bit drooling. Casey sat down next to the couch and softly stroke a strain of hair behind her ear. She couldn't wake her up. She seemed too sound asleep. Casey loved when Alex slept, because she seemed so innocent and pure. Casey was very reluctant when she decided that she should wake up Alex and lay her in bed, but when she called her name, Alex just mumbled that she didn't want to.

Casey knew better, because she would regret falling asleep with her clothes still on, on her couch, not removing her make-up. As strong as Casey was, she shoved her arms underneath Alex's legs and back to lift her up. She carried her really quiet to their bedroom, carefully laying her down on the bed. Alex slowly opened her eyes, peaking through her eyelashes.

"Wh-what?" she yawned.

"Shh, it's okay. You fell asleep. I brought you to our bed." Casey whispered.

"Hmm." she closed her eyes again and tried to lay more comfortable.

Casey decided she just had to undress her girlfriend, because she wasn't going to do it herself. She carefully put off her shoes, socks and pants. And exchanged her shirt for one of Alex's biggest pajama shirts. She covered her with the blankets and wondered if she could undo her make-up without waking her up. She decided that wasn't possible, and Alex wouldn't die of one time sleeping with some on. She ran a hot bath for herself, because she was a bit jet-lagged and hot tubs always worked for Casey.

An hour later, Casey went also to bed. It was over three o'clock in the morning, but she still wasn't really tired. She was languid, so she laid down next to Alex. Alex turned around and wrapped her arm around Casey's stomach. Casey smiled. The Ice Queen wasn't that icy as everyone always claimed. She stroked Alex's hair and looked at her face.

She thought of a year ago, when she always resented Alexandra Cabot, the other ADA who had died, and then turned out to be alive. The other ADA.. Casey had never won the hearts of the squad like Alex did, she knew that. She always had disagreements with the member of the squad. Although, it turned out Olivia had a crush on her and they even kissed, so some things weren't always what they looked like. Olivia was like a sister to Alex, Casey knew that. Casey had the idea she had broken something between the two of them, the day Olivia caught the two together.

And look at them now, more than six months later they were still together, almost moving in together. Casey couldn't believe you could change a view of someone so fast. It happened in barely three hours. The three hours in Alex's office. Their first time, with a lot of whipped cream. Casey still couldn't look at whipped cream, without thinking about that adventure. That was one of the things she least regretted in life. She couldn't imagine what would have happened when she declined the offer and went back to her office instead of having sex with the hot blonde.

She would probably not lay here, but just home, in bed. Not recovering from a mini jet-lag. She wouldn't be planning on moving in together with someone, and looking forward. And it would have been pretty awkward between the two of them at work, since Casey had heard Alex having phone sex and didn't know it wasn't real. She wouldn't have asked it anyway. So, she thanked herself for having the courage to walk into that office that night.

She hadn't been that lucky in a really long time. Actually, she couldn't imagine when she was that happy before. She had a troubled childhood, and happy moments were pretty rare. Though, in Casey's opinion you couldn't be that happy if you hadn't been that down too, so that was a good thing. In love, she never was that lucky either, because after Marisa, she didn't have so much relationships. In a moment of despair she had herself engaged to Charlie, who was a troubled schizophrenic, and above all, a man.

Casey could tell that was one of her biggest mistakes. She was abused by the guy and she didn't even like guys. Although, she thought for a long time that she was bisexual, but she found out a few years ago, she preferred women. She just thought by then that it would be more convenient to marry a guy instead of a woman, certainly as an ADA. But clearly, it wasn't meant to be, so Charlie became homeless and Casey lived her life without him. She decided she couldn't handle relationships anymore, after what happened with Marisa and Charlie, and decided it was clearly not meant for her to be in a relationship.

Years later, she found Alex, not sure of that decision. Maybe she finally found someone to settle down with. She wasn't afraid to commit with her anymore. She got over that fear, when she told Alex about it, and the nature of it. She surprised herself about it. She never thought she would let someone in that way. She was really glad she did. She was so much happier and less afraid. And she felt so strong next to Alex. Another benefit of Alex was that she was an ADA. They really understood the problems of each other, so that was also pretty great. She always figured it would be more convenient to be with someone with a same sort of job, because if you didn't, you couldn't possibly understand it.

Her thinking kept her out of sleep till just after four in the morning when she drifted off, falling asleep with a big smile on her face.