AN: I have a big test tomorrow and Wednesday, so after this, I won't be updating until I'm done.
Thanksgiving
Olivia lucked out this year. She was able to get Thanksgiving and Christmas off given all of the holidays she had worked in the past.
She, Alex, and Cassie could celebrate as a family. This year, Thanksgiving was at the Harriman's.
Cassie had on a blue dress; it brought out her eyes perfectly. Olivia donned a dark green blouse and black slacks, and Alex went with a pale yellow dress.
"You look so gorgeous," Olivia wrapped Alex in her arms and kissed her.
"Papa, stop kissing Mama: it's time to go!" They were already behind schedule.
Olivia broke the kiss just to kiss Cassie's forehead. "Let's go Princess."
20 minutes later, they were pulling up at the Harriman house.
It was more of a dinner + cocktail party than a traditional Thanksgiving.
They had escargot and champagne to start everyone off. For Cassie, they had chicken skewers and sparkling juice.
"Yum!"
"Isn't she delightful?" the women cooed.
The rooms were fairly packed. Olivia was surprised that more people weren't having their own Thanksgivings.
"These people have empty nest syndrome," Alex told her. "They love to party."
Olivia looked at her fiancée. "Did you just eat a snail?"
"It's good."
"EW!"
"If you can eat a NY hotdog, you can handle some escargot."
"Nope."
"I'm telling Elliot you're chicken."
"But he'd refuse to eat it too."
"Would he?"
No, Elliot will eat anything that's free. Olivia sighed and opened her mouth. Alex fed her a snail.
The detective instinctively made a disgusted face, but it was actually pretty good.
"I thought it would have been slimier."
"They cook out the slime."
Donnelly was there with McCoy. When they saw Alex and Olivia, they knew Cassie was running about somewhere.
"She's surrounded by those old hags," McCoy told her. They were all doting on the little princess.
She punched his arm. "We'll be that age in a decade or so."
"But we'll never be hags."
"I don't know about you," she told him.
He rolled his eyes.
Abbie Carmichael was not one who got nervous very often, but tonight, she was petrified. She would be meeting the Novaks for the first time and according to Casey, her father was an overprotective daddy with a shotgun. So was Abbie's father, but he would never aim the shotgun at her.
To make matters even worse, Casey had two protective older brothers. She was the girl in the family and the baby, which meant she was on double lock down.
Casey assured her that things would be fine. "I'm sure they're going to love you."
"Did they love Olivia?"
Casey shrugged. "They didn't really know Olivia." The detective had tried to take Thanksgiving off, but they got a serial rape case at the last minute and she had to work.
At least I'm not in her shadow?
The Texan brought orchids for Mrs. Novak when she arrived.
"Oh how sweet," the woman looked like a future Casey, with her reddish grey hair and green eyes. "Do come in."
"Who's that?" Seamus barked.
"Seamus, don't be rude. Get up and greet your daughter and her girlfriend."
Suddenly, the television went on mute. Seamus got up and started to make his way to the foyer.
Mr. Novak was in his early sixties. His auburn hair was starting to grey and his age was starting to catch up with him. He was a strong man; he had to be after working construction most of his life but he wasn't as quick or limber as he used to be.
Casey could see it as he approached. "Daddy!"
His brown eyes lit up. "Casey!" He gave his little princess a big hug. "It's so good to have you home."
After he released her, he turned to see a brunette who stood as tall as he did. "Who are you and what makes you think you can date my daughter?"
Casey gave him a look, "Daddy!"
Abbie had a nervous laugh. "I'm Abbie Carmichael, and I am lucky to have Casey in my life. She's absolutely wonderful."
"Damn right." He had one very important question for her. "You're not a Yankees fan are you?"
"Heck no!" Abbie was a Texas sports' fan all the way.
"She's alright," Seamus decided.
"She's a federal prosecutor," Casey said proudly.
"Honey, can you get us some beer?"
Irene came to the living room with three stouts and some coasters.
Casey offered to help her mother in the kitchen, but her mother declined. "I have a handle on it. Just relax. You work too hard as it is."
It was a trait Casey had inherited from her father, but for Seamus, things were going to change. The contractor decided that he would retire from work after the next construction season. He had been working nonstop since he turned 17 years old and he wanted to spend more time with his wife and his grandchildren. He was also tired and achy, not that he would admit to those reasons.
While they watched football, Seamus regaled Abbie with stories of his little princess.
"She won the school's spelling bee three years in a row."
Abbie thought it was adorable.
Casey found this all embarrassing. "Dad, I don't want her knowing I was a nerd."
"But I think your nerdiness is cute," Abbie teased. "Do you have a yearbook here?"
"No," Casey told her as her father said, "yes."
Before Casey could hide the incriminating evidence, her brother Galen, the oldest of the Novak children, appeared with his wife Libby and two boys, Abel and Cory.
Like his sister, Galen had red hair and green eyes. He is taller than his father, coming in at 6'1, and like his father, he was in the construction business. Galen was a roofer.
"Galen, Honey!" His mother flew out of the kitchen to greet her older son and his family. She gave him a big hug and then "Libby you look lovely."
"Grandma!" Cory wanted her to pick him up.
"How are my grandbabies?" she asked as she scooped up the younger boy.
"I'm not a baby," Abel told her. "I'm big!" he was five years old and wanted to be known as a big kid now, especially compared to his three year old brother.
Irene gave candy to the boys and they ran to their grandfather.
Galen came to size up the woman who had enamored his sister. "You must be Abbie."
Now Carmichael was really on the hot seat.
Dinner at the Harriman house was an extravagant affair, starting with a bourbon poached pear salad topped with goat cheese and spicy pecans all over a bed of arugula.
Olivia wasn't sure if she was supposed to eat the plate or take a picture and frame it. This was nothing like any Thanksgiving meal had ever had.
Cassie dug right in. She loved goat cheese and pecans.
"Do you not like it?" Alex whispered.
Olivia realized everyone else had started eating.
"It looked so pretty. I felt bad about ruining it."
Alex laughed and then shoved her fork in Olivia's salad. "There, now you don't have to worry."
"Jerk," Olivia retorted before she started to eat.
There was plenty of wine to go along with the dinner. They had chardonnay, Barolo, and sherry, to go with the final three courses. The adults were drinking liberally. Bill's infectious laugh tore through the room.
The alcohol was making Alex a bit handsy. She kept sliding her hand up and down Olivia's thigh. The teasing was torture.
"Lex, you're driving me crazy."
"I want you," Alex whispered in her ear.
Olivia flushed with excitement; she couldn't wait to get out of this meal.
After the salad came a butternut squash risotto topped with black truffle, a main course of pan roasted duck with haricot vert, and then dessert, which was either chocolate cake or pecan pie.
By the end of it, Cassie was exhausted. It was her bedtime and she was full of food. She gave Alex and Olivia an excuse to leave.
"We need to get Cassie to bed," Alex told her aunt. "Thank you so much for having us."
"Of course. It's great to have you all."
Olivia had stopped drinking after her second glass so she could drive them back home. Cassie fell asleep as soon as they got her in the backseat. Alex offered Olivia a little incentive to drive faster.
The blonde casually pushed against her dress, causing it to ride up her legs. Olivia almost veered into another lane checking out the view.
"Damn woman!"
"I want you to hurry up!"
The detective put the car in cruise control and sped all the way home.
They had to wake Cassie up so she could brush her teeth and change into pjs. After they read her Where the Wild Things Are, Alex and Olivia sprinted to their bedroom.
Olivia quickly yanked Alex's dress off her. Alex started pawing at her fiancée's blouse, opening the buttons at random before shoving the shirt away.
The detective could see a feral look in the ADA's eyes. Olivia pulled her into a bruising kiss. The blonde responded by wrapping her legs around her lover's hips and started grinding against her sex.
"How to you want it?" Olivia husked between strangled moans.
"I want to ride your fingers." Alex did love it when Olivia wore a cock, but tonight, she didn't want anything in between them. She undid Olivia's pants and the detective shimmied out of them.
Olivia unsnapped Alex's lacy bra and tossed it aside. The blonde's perfect pink nipples stood at full attention.
"OH FUCK!" Alex's voice was deep and raspy. Her desire was evident as Olivia sucked on one perfect nub and pinched the other one.
Soon, the blonde started bucking against Olivia's strong thigh. When she wanted it, she really wanted it.
The scent of their arousals flooded the room. Olivia slid her hand into Alex's panties, feeling the blonde's slickness.
Alex leaned back and bucked her hips forward, forcing Olivia's fingers inside. Olivia grabbed Alex's leg, pulling the blonde on top of her and Alex began to ride.
Olivia started to thrust, matching Alex's hip movements as they drove into each other.
"I'm so close," Alex hissed as she bit Olivia's earlobe.
Olivia could feel Alex tightening around her fingers. It was time. The brunette used her palm to rub her lover's throbbing clit.
Alex bit Olivia's shoulder as a violent orgasm tore through her. Olivia had a feeling that Alex's tank wasn't empty yet. Olivia pulled off her own boy shorts and then pulled Alex's left leg over her hip. She slid down so that her glistening sex was directly above Alex's and started to thrust.
Both women got off from the friction, and Olivia grunted before collapsing on her fiancée.
"I love you Baby."
"I love you more."
Irene made a beautiful roast turkey seasoned with rosemary and sage. Along with the turkey, they had mashed potatoes, gravy, collard greens with ham hock and garlic roasted broccoli.
The food was delicious. For Abbie, the hard part was being the Novak men's target. They wanted to know everything about her from her work experience to her relationship history.
"Have you ever been fired from a job?" Thomas (Casey's other brother) questioned.
"No?" And no one had ever asked her that before outside of a job application.
"Have you ever cheated on any of your past girlfriends?" Galen wanted to know.
"Leave her alone," Casey snapped. That was none of their business.
"No I haven't," Abbie may have been a bit of a player in her younger days but she was always honest about it.
"Have you ever had a communicable disease?"
Casey had enough. "Leave her alone, or I'm going to tell Libby all your secrets."
"What secrets?" she wanted to know.
Galen had gotten crabs in high school and Casey was 100% sure the he had never told Libby about it.
The interrogation finally calmed down. After dinner, Abbie took the boys to play outside. She needed some fresh air and luckily, the boys were not into interrogation. Heaven help me if they have a little sister someday.
Seamus had to say that he liked Abbie. She was smart, good mannered and clearly cared a great deal for his daughter. There, however, was a problem. "How is the distance treating you?" Abbie and Casey had each set up their careers in different cities. They couldn't go back and forth forever.
"It's hard," Casey admitted. They visit each other every free weekend, but it sucks not having Abbie during the week. "I wish we could have met when she lived in New York," maybe she could have gotten a federal position here.
"At some point, you need to ask yourself if you're ready to move to DC for her, and if she'd be willing to move to New York for you." Relationships only work if you can put the other one first.
They stayed the night in Casey's old room. The walls were a little thin, so there would be no coupling for them tonight.
"I'm just glad I can hold you," Abbie curled up against Casey. The distance really sucked.
I love you Casey thought as she fell asleep.