Consequences
Summary: Casey/Munch pairing. She was lonely, he was even lonelier. One night and now they have to live with the consequences.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: I usually like to write EO but I think that Casey and Munch are just so cute together.
Chapter 1
It had been a hard day in court and she sat at the bar, drowning her distress in Shirley Temples. She couldn't touch alcohol, not after the Eldridge case, not after the things she had found out about her friend. That had been three months ago and she still couldn't forget.
She felt a presence beside her. She turned to see John Munch take a seat beside her. He ordered a ginger ale and turned to face her.
"Come here often?" he joked. He knew that this was her bar, the place where she would always be after court.
She smiled "Maybe. You?"
"Sometimes," he answered.
The bar tender set the ginger ale down on the bar and John picked it up and took a sip. Casey smiled, she would have pegged him as the old fashioned gin and tonic type.
"You okay?" he asked sincerely when he noticed that she had been silent for awhile.
"Yeah," she said, somewhat absently.
"Tough day?" he asked, in a tone that told Casey that he already knew the answer.
"Yeah," she answered in the same absent tone "You?"
"Mmhmm," he answered and sighed "We're finding more and more degenerates for you to prosecute."
"Oh goodie," Casey said, sarcastically.
"Yeah," Munch said. Now it was his turn to sound absent "Why can't people just get along?"
Casey stopped short "You? Mr. Sarcastic are wishing for world peace?"
"I do have a serious side you know," he shot back in his normal sarcastic tone of voice.
Casey looked at him. She didn't think she had ever really seen him before. She smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I know," she reassured him.
He looked at her and smiled back. He placed a hand over her other hand witch lay on the bar, next to her half finished Shirley Temple.
They sat there like that for a minute or two. When they finally pulled away both felt a small sense of loss with the absence of physical contact.
John rose and began to put on his coat.
"Leaving so soon?" Casey asked, surprised.
"Yeah," he said, in a wistful tone. He made his way to the door.
Casey watched him and couldn't fight the urge to follow his lead. She stood and walked behind him. She tapped him on the arm. He turned and stared at her with surprised eyes.
"What are you doing Casey?" he asked as he continued to look at her with eyes that gazed upon her as if they had never seen her before.
"It looked like you could use some company," she said simply, as she took one of his hands in hers and leaned forward to brush a chased kiss across his lips. She wasn't under any external influences, it had just been a really long day and she needed to feel loved, she needed someone and John Munch was that someone. He was someone that she could easily fall in love with, if she would let herself. But tonight, she just needed the physical contact, the illusion of love. She believed that she was thinking rationally because she hadn't had any alcohol and she just wanted the sex and she wanted it to be with him.
They walked to his car together. They drove to his place together. They walked up to his apartment together. They stepped inside together. They went to the bedroom together.
Before they lay down, John broke the silence.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.
She just pulled him close and breathed him in "Shut up and kiss me," she said, seductively.
They lay on the bed together. They kissed deeply and passionately. They made love with reckless abandon. Casey reveled in every moment. She needed this release. She just needed this illusion and to hell with what might come next. To hell with the consequences.
TBC
I know the first chapter is short but I promise the next ones will be longer. Please review and tell me if this is a good idea.