Casey had an idea where they were going once she saw Alex's Red Sox shirt, but she hated to assume anything when it came to Alex—or any woman she was dating, for that matter. Once they got on a subway car filled with rowdy Red Sox fans, Casey's suspicions were confirmed. She had been to professional baseball games before, but in all of her twenty-one years she had never had a team or the desire to follow a team. Her father had taught her about the love of the game itself rather than team loyalty and that's something Casey had taken to heart. She loved everything about the game and she was great at it. All of the top college softball programs had wanted her and had offered her full scholarships when she was only seventeen-years-old. While her high school classmates were stressing about where they were going to school the next year, Casey was receiving acceptance packet after acceptance packet. When she started playing softball for the University of Arizona, she was thrilled and she knew she had made the right choice. As was expected of her, Casey excelled on their softball team all four years of her college career. She loved every moment she spent on the field, which is why it was heartbreaking when she graduated a few months ago and had to leave it all behind. Mr. Novak had always known if Casey was a guy she would be playing professional baseball after college, but as a woman she had to choose a different career path.

While standing toe-to-toe with Alex on a crowded subway, Casey realized choosing law school, especially Harvard, wasn't such a bad decision after all.

"I'm going to make you a Red Sox fan," Alex told her once they had arrived at their destination.

"What makes you so sure?" Casey teased.

"You're already crazy about me and I know it's only a matter of time before you're also crazy about my team," Alex said flirtatiously.

Casey wondered where this woman had come from. She was used to the shy, awkward Alex.

Casey pulled her in for a hug. She had wanted to do so much more, but she knew kissing another woman in front of rowdy sports fans wasn't a great idea. "I think I'm going to be crazy about everything of yours."

Once she saw Casey wink at her, Alex couldn't help blushing. "Someone's a little presumptuous. Trust me when I say it'll be awhile before you get the opportunity to be crazy about any of that."

The moment they arrived at Fenway Park, Alex insisted that Casey should own a Red Sox cap. There were a bunch of pink ones for women, but a pink baseball cap definitely wasn't her style, so she settled on a regular blue cap with a red 'B' embroidered on it. She had combed her hair down, but she knew caps looked better with ponytails, so she grabbed a rubber band from her pocket and tied her hair up in a ponytail.

"You look hot," Alex said nervously.

"Hot?" Casey asked. "Did I hear you correctly?"

"Was that out of line?"

Casey started laughing. "Of course it wasn't. I just never expected that term to come out of your mouth."

"Why do you think I'm so prim and proper?" Alex asked. "For that matter, why does everyone?"

"It's hard to explain," Casey began. "I wouldn't say it's a bad thing. There's just something about your presence that commands respect. You can use that to your advantage in the courtroom someday."

"I guess," Alex said and averted her eyes. "But that's not all I am. I like to have—well, I want to have fun. I just need someone to bring out that side of me. Abbie has tried, but she's a little extreme sometimes and her idea of fun is having sex with random women."

Casey smiled. "That's where I come in."

"For the sex part?"

"No," Casey scoffed. "You're beautiful and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to have sex with you eventually—but it's not something I want to rush into. We don't know each other very well, but I know you're not just going to be some fling. I want to bring you out of your shell and I want us to have fun together."

"Casey…" Alex hesitated.

"Yeah?"

"There's something you should know about me."

"I want to know everything about you," Casey told her.

Alex suddenly became nervous. "I've never—I've never—"

"You've never…"

"Forget it," Alex said and smiled at her. "I'll tell you some other time. The game is about to start."

Throughout the entire nine innings, Alex had a hard time paying attention to the game because all of her thoughts were of Casey. She didn't know what she was feeling for her or if it was possible to already feel something for her, but Alex knew Casey was bringing out a side of her that no one else had. For the first time in her life, Alex was laughing more and it was all because of a twenty-one-year-old redhead with beautiful green eyes and soft lips that Alex loved kissing.

The Red Sox had lost, but Alex didn't care—for once she didn't care. She was just glad that Casey enjoyed herself at her first Red Sox game. As they were walking out of the stadium, Alex couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just a couple of weeks. Before Casey, she was always lonely and spent most of her time studying while Abbie was having sex with some flavor of the week. Abbie had always set some time aside just for the two of them, but there was still something missing. Abbie was her best friend and their relationship with each other was strictly platonic. The two of them could count on each other for anything, but there were needs Alex had that Abbie couldn't fulfill. What she needed was for someone to look at her the way Casey was at that exact moment.

"Casey?"

"What's up?"

"I have the strongest urge to kiss you right now," Alex admitted. "It's overwhelming me."

Casey raised an eyebrow at her. "So, kiss me. I'd never object to you kissing me."

"I can't. At least, I can't right here," Alex said as she looked around. "I know we can find a secluded spot around here to kiss, but there are…ways…I want to kiss you that would be inappropriate even in a secluded spot."

Casey couldn't help smiling. "Oh, I get it. You want to make out with me. Alex Cabot wants to make out with me."

Alex started blushing. "I do. Is that okay?"

"Alex, that's beyond okay," Casey told her. "I just know how we both are and I think our first make-out session should be somewhere other than an alley. It's a little late right now, but I can ask Serena to go to the library for awhile tomorrow. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. We already made a pact to do that for each other."

"No, don't do that," Alex insisted. "Serena shouldn't be banished to the library while we make out. Abbie is hardly ever home on weekends, so it wouldn't be a problem for us to have some time alone at my apartment."

"I'll see you tomorrow," Casey said when they arrived at Alex's apartment. "Call me when you know what time you want me over."

"Okay," Alex agreed. She started blushing again when Casey grabbed her hand and lifted it up to her lips for a gentle kiss. What they really wanted was to kiss each other on the lips, but they both knew if they were to take that step, they'd feel the urge to do a little more than give each other an innocent good night kiss.

"Thanks for tonight."

"You're welcome," Alex told her. "Thanks for spending time with me."

Thanks spending time with me? Thanks for spending time with me? You just made yourself sound beyond desperate, Cabot.

When Alex entered her apartment, she found Abbie smiling at her from the living room couch. She looks a little too happy for just staying home by herself, Alex thought, but she decided not to question it.

"By the size of that cheesy smile on your face, I take it your date went well," Abbie observed.

"It was great," Alex said, nearly gushing. "We're going to see each other again tomorrow night."

"That's a good sign," Abbie told her. "Not that I know about this whole dating thing, of course. What do you have planned for her?"

Alex became nervous all over again. "We want to spend some time here."

"Movie night?" Abbie asked. "I know it has to be something innocent. The Virgin Queen isn't just going to have sex after only one real date."

"We want to make out," Alex said hesitantly. "Just make out, not have sex. We aren't ready for that."

Abbie started grinning. "Taking the next step? Way to go. The place is all yours tomorrow."

"Abbie, I have a problem."

"You're going to make out with your dream girl. What kind of problem can you have?"

"Promise not to judge me?"

"Alex, you know if you start a confession with that, I'm almost obligated to judge you."

"True," Alex said with a nervous smile on her face. "Okay, I know you're going to judge me, but I've never…"

"Never…what?"

"I've never made out with anyone," Alex said and then quickly turned away from Abbie.

Abbie reacted just the way Alex had expected her to. She started to frantically kick while she was lying on the couch before hiding her face with her blanket for a few seconds—anything to prevent herself from laughing.

"Say something!" Alex urged her. "I know you want to."

"What? What? You're serious?" Abbie asked, still unable to compose herself. "You really are the Virgin Queen. Not having sex by age twenty-four is understandable and there are plenty of women who wait for the right person, but you've never even made out with a woman? Alex, please tell me you're kidding."

Alex pointed to the expression on her face. "Do I look like I'm kidding? I'm scared to death, Abbie."

"There's nothing to be scared of," Abbie insisted. "You obviously like her and you want her, so just do what feels right."

"I think I'm okay with kissing," Alex admitted. "She hasn't complained about that, but where am I supposed to put my hands? What if she wants to stick her tongue in my mouth?"

Abbie tried to keep herself from laughing because she knew her best friend was being serious. "Alex, you're going to be making out. Of course she'll want to stick her tongue in your mouth and she'll probably give you a hickey. And there's no definitive place to put your hands. She'll probably even let you unhook her bra. When you're making out, everything above the waist is fair game. That's like an unwritten rule."

"Hmm…" Alex said, imagining the possibilities. "Wait, I don't know how to give a hickey or how to stick my tongue in a woman's mouth and I've definitely never touched another woman's breasts before."

"We can practice right now if you want to," Abbie teased. "I can turn you into an expert."

"Abbie," Alex groaned.

"You're going to be okay," Abbie reassured her. "Casey's hot. Whenever you get nervous, just imagine how great it's going to feel to be pressed against that toned, athletic body of hers. I know imagining that is getting me turned on and I'm not even the one who is going to be making out with her."

"Back off," Alex said as she lied down next to Abbie on the couch. "For once, I have a woman after me instead of you and there's no way in hell I'm going to let you have her."