dove in love: Thanks, sweetie. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I love making Alex and Casey adorable. :) LOCISVU: Sorry I didn't write about that particular adventure, but hopefully the fluffy scene in this chapter will make up for it. srhittson: Thank you. That means a lot to me. nany85: Oh, I had completely forgotten about Amelia Chase. Diane Neal was so young and cute in that episode. haha. Well, what Amelia did wasn't cute, but Diane was cute. To be honest, the only reason why I started watching this season was because I thought they would show more Alex and Casey. :D
It was the morning of their appointments with a bridal consultant and Casey was extremely nervous about trying to find the perfect dress. The two of them had not discussed whether or not they were going to wear a similar style or if they were both going to wear white or off-white or even if they were both going to wear long dresses. Casey had seen a picture in a bridal magazine of a woman in a dress that stopped just below the knee and she had immediately fallen in love with the dress. She saw herself wearing it with some espadrilles and her hair slightly curled. She had wanted a white dress because it would complement her red hair more than an off-white dress would, but then she started to worry about Alex buying an off-white dress and the two of them being mismatched. Then she started to wonder if she should even be concerned with that when there were so many other details of their wedding to focus on.
Her nervousness increased when she was in the shower; showering that morning meant they were a mere two hours away from their appointment. Casey usually loved the feeling of the warm water rushing down her body; it was relaxing and it usually took her mind off of everything going on around her, but today it failed to do that. In fact, Casey was so focused on dress shopping that she didn't notice her fiancée had joined her in the shower.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look when you're in the shower?"
"Alex?" Casey asked, completely shocked. She began to wonder how long Alex had been in there with her.
Alex slowly made her way toward Casey, wrapping her arms around her fiancee's waist from behind and resting her head on her shoulder. "Who else would it be?"
"Point taken," Casey responded. As much as she enjoyed the position they were in, she wanted to see Alex and feel Alex, so she turned around and pulled her fiancée in until there wasn't even an inch of space left between their bodies.
"We should shower together more often," Alex said, her head resting on Casey's shoulder yet again. "I love the smell of this body wash on your skin and the way your shampoo smells and how warm your body feels."
"And? Go on," Casey teased. She quickly glanced and saw that Alex was smiling. Seeing Alex smile always eased her worries. She was going to be okay; she just knew it. In six short months, she'd be marrying the woman she loved and spending the rest of her life with her.
"I know I should be nervous about dress shopping, but I'm not," Alex admitted. She cupped Casey's face with her hands and started to kiss her. Her kisses combined with Alex's wet, naked body pressed against her proved to be Casey's undoing. She slowly inched her fingertips along Alex's inner thighs until she was suddenly stopped.
"What are you doing?" Casey asked.
"This morning, it's all about you," Alex insisted. "And don't worry about the dresses. If you want that shorter one, get it. Who cares if it isn't traditional? We're two women getting married. That, alone, breaks with tradition. Like you've told me countless times, it's our wedding, nobody else's."
"How did you know about the dress?" Casey asked, her fingertips now slowly trailing up and down Alex's back.
"There's a crease in the spine of one of my bridal magazines because of how often you look at that page," Alex told her. "I think you would look beautiful in that dress or any dress; however, the dress you wear is for everyone to see. What I'm most concerned with is what only I get to see."
"Our wedding night…attire?" Casey asked hesitantly.
"Yes," Alex responded. Casey noticed that her fiancée was actually starting to blush, which was a rare sight. "I catch myself fantasizing about you in white lingerie on our wedding night."
"But nothing too complicated as per your request," Casey reminded her.
"Right," Alex told her. "The point of wedding night lingerie is for me to admire you in it until I can no longer control myself and have no choice but to take it off of you so we can consummate our marriage."
"So that's why you don't care where we go for our honeymoon," Casey realized. "You're planning on never letting me leave our hotel room."
"No," Alex informed her. "I'm never letting you leave the bed unless it's for shower sex."
"I have no problem with that," Casey insisted. "I can't wait until I have a whole week alone with my new wife."
"We should start practicing for our honeymoon," Alex suggested. Casey was about to remind her of their upcoming appointment but none of it seemed to matter when Alex's hand was making it's way below Casey's waist. Casey nearly gasped when her fiancée applied direct pressure onto her clit. As much as she wanted to touch Alex, she knew she wouldn't let her. Alex had insisted on making the morning all about her and, this time, Casey had no problem giving Alex her way.
After their shower, Alex insisted on getting dressed in another room. When Casey asked why, she'd only tell her that it was a surprise. Once Casey was finally allowed to see Alex, she was wearing dark jeans and a pink t-shirt with the words, 'The Future Mrs. Novak' printed on it. It was enough to make Casey want to cry. Her future wife loved her so much that she wanted to announce their engagement to anyone who so happened to see that t-shirt. On top of that, she was taking her name and she was taking it because she wanted to and not because Casey had suggested it.
After a single kiss that turned into a half an hour long make-out session, the two of them were finally ready to leave. They met Abbie, Serena, and little Bry-Anne outside of the bridal shop and, as expected, Serena was wearing her bridesmaid t-shirt and Bry-Anne was carrying the handbag Alex and Casey had bought for her.
"Are you ready?" Abbie asked once Alex and Serena had already left to check in for her appointment.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Casey said, feeling calmer than she had expected.
"You're suddenly so calm about something that once made you nervous. Alex put out this morning, didn't she?"
"And last night," Casey bragged.
"What's 'put out'?" Bry-Anne asked as she looked up at her mom.
"Something I don't want you to do until you're married," Abbie told her daughter and Casey couldn't help but laugh. She began imagining having a child with Alex and wondering how they would respond to such questions.
Casey's bridal consultant was a 20-something year old woman named Crystal who just happened to get married to her longtime girlfriend a couple of months before. Even though her consultant's sexuality didn't matter to Casey, hearing that eased some of her worries. She wasn't going to have to lie and say that she was marrying a man in order to avoid making dress shopping even more awkward than it already was.
After introducing Abbie and Bry-Anne, Crystal asked Casey about her fiancée. Casey loved when people asked about Alex because she felt as if she could never say enough about her. She'd tell people about how beautiful Alex is, how much they love each other, and why the two of them are so perfect together. Casey practically glowed every time she talked about Alex and she had been told that Alex glowed just as much when she talked about Casey.
As Casey was trying on her first dress, she started to wonder how Alex was doing. She imagined her future wife looking absolutely breathtaking in every dress she tried on and then it dawned on her that Alex probably had the same thoughts about her. Alex thought she was beautiful no matter what dress she wore and what she wanted the most was for Casey to be happy with the dress she's wearing. She looked at herself in the mirror wearing a full-length dress and immediately decided to take it off. It wasn't her and there was no way she was going to walk down the aisle in a dress that didn't perfectly suit her personality and her tastes, just as she wouldn't expect Alex to wear a dress that wasn't right for her. Once she was wearing her capris and tank top again, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her vibrating phone.
"Remember, we're in this together. I love you for you."
That text message from Alex made Casey smile uncontrollably. It was Alex's own way of telling her to get the dress she wanted instead of caring about what was traditional. Casey replied a quick but heartfelt, "I love you, too, Mrs. Novak" before returning to Abbie, Bry-Anne, and Crystal.
"How was the dress?" Abbie asked. She had expected her friend to show off the dress she had tried on and she was surprised to see her in the same clothes she had worn on her way over there.
"It wasn't me," Casey admitted.
"Tell me what's more you," Crystal suggested. "It's my job to make sure you are completely satisfied with your dress. Every bride has a particular type of dress in mind before they even start to try on dresses. It's your big day, Casey. What did you have in mind? What do you picture yourself wearing the moment Alex becomes your wife?"
"Something tea-length," Casey insisted. "As untraditional as it sounds, that's what I had in mind."
"Tea-length in December?" Abbie asked.
"It's an indoor venue," Casey reminded her.
"Indoor venue or outdoor venue, it really doesn't matter," Abbie pointed out. "I bet Alex will keep you warm."
Crystal brought out three tea-length white dresses in different fits. One hit mid-calf and had a straight silhouette, one was tight on the bodice and flared out, and the other was a halter dress that hit slightly below the knee. Casey's eyes nearly lit up when she saw them and she couldn't wait to try them on.
Casey and Crystal showed off the first two dresses to Abbie and Bry-Anne and Bry-Anne kept commenting on how Casey looked so pretty in each dress. Abbie thought Casey looked pretty, but there was something missing.
"The glow," Abbie pointed out. "It's not there. Try on the third one."
Casey had saved the halter dress for last because she had assumed she would fall in love with the others. She knew Abbie was right and she started to hope the third dress would be the one. Once she had it on, she took a long look at herself in the mirror. The white halter dress hit just below her knee and had a very form-fitting silhouette. Casey loved the all-over lace and how the dress seemed to hug her body. What she wasn't sure about was how tight the dress is on her breasts. Casey wasn't too well-endowed in that department but the dress had a way of accentuating her cleavage.
Before she could further debate whether or not she should go out there in the dress, she heard an all-too-familiar voice nearby.
"This is it," Alex said. "This is the dress I'm wearing when I become Mrs. Alexandra Novak."
"You're crying, Alex," Serena pointed out. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"I never thought a dress would make me feel this way," Alex told her. "I'm just so…I don't even know how to express what I'm feeling right now."
"Alex Cabot at a loss for words?" Serena teased. "I never thought I'd witness that moment."
"It's not just the dress," Alex insisted. "It's what this dress symbolizes. It's my wedding dress, Serena. This is what I'm going to be wearing when Casey and I say our vows—when we become one. It's the last dress I'll wear as Alexandra Cabot and the first dress I'll wear as Alexandra Novak."
"And you look beautiful in it," Serena told her. She was surprised by how sentimental her best friend had suddenly become. "What do you think Casey will wear?"
"I don't know," Alex responded. "But I know she's going to look beautiful. She always looks beautiful. I never thought it was possible for me to love someone as much as I love Casey."
That was all Casey needed to hear. She knew she was eavesdropping, but she couldn't help herself. She decided to go join Abbie, Crystal, and Bry-Anne and hoped they would help her decide whether or not this was the perfect dress for her.
"You still look like a princess," Bry-Anne told Casey the moment she saw her.
"This is the one," Abbie insisted. "Look at yourself, Casey. You're glowing. I know you're not the type to cry over a dress but look at how much you're smiling right now. Alex is going to love this on you."
"You think so?" Casey asked, hopefully.
"Yes!" Abbie said excitedly. "Alex is going to take one look at you in this dress and not be able to wait until the honeymoon."
After hearing that, Casey's mind started filling with possibilities. "This is it," she said. "This is my dress."
As soon as they had booked their appointments for their fitting, Alex and Casey met each other outside. They had wanted to take their friends out to lunch, but it was time for Bry-Anne's nap so they decided to go their separate ways until dinner. Alex wasn't ready to go home, so she insisted on taking her fiancée out for coffee.
"Did you find your dress?" Alex asked, her fingers now laced with Casey's as they walked hand-in-hand to the café.
"Yeah," Casey said nonchalantly. "Did you?"
"Maybe," Alex responded. She already knew Alex had found her dress, but she loved that her fiancée was so unwilling to give her any details.
It was a beautiful June day so the two of them sipped their coffees outside while further planning their wedding. Casey couldn't believe it had already been four months since she had proposed to Alex. Those four months had gone by so fast and she knew the next six months would go by even faster, not that she minded. She was already counting the days until Alex would officially become her wife.