— CALEX As Paths By NIKI

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Valentine's Day Surprise (Casey Novak x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Liv organises a blind date for you on Valentine's Day. Casey is less than pleased about it.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Jealousy, implied smut, hints of possessiveness, hair pulling, swearing

“Valentine’s Day is a bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Casey glanced up, her heart thudding in her chest. You were standing to the side with Liv, your arms crossed over your chest, lips quirking up into a half smile, almost ironic as you looked at her. You’d thrown your hair up into a messy ponytail, your jeans clinging to the shape of your ass perfectly, the afternoon light softening your expression. You were a thing of beauty, one that stole her breath.

And you weren’t even looking at her.

“It’s the only night she’s free this week,” Liv said, “but if you’re not game…”

“No no, I’ll go. But just know that it’s starting out with some serious judgement,” you said.

“Well that’s an auspicious start,” she said.

You laughed, shaking your head in that way that Casey found so endearing.

“I’m just saying, if this works out, it’ll be some story to tell,” you said.

“If what works out?” Casey couldn’t help herself from asking.

Your eyes met hers and she felt her breath still in her chest. You were still smiling, lips curling up, softening as you looked at her. The half step closer you took towards her made her fingertips tingle.

“Liv has set me up on a blind date,” you said. Her heart stopped, “on Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s a bit intense for a first date, isn’t it?” she faintly heard herself ask.

“That’s what I said,” you laughed.

“If you’re so against it I can cancel on her,” Liv said.

“Oh I’ll go,” you said, turning back to her.

Casey turned away, grateful to not be under your watchful gaze anymore. Her face had frozen in the imitation of a smile, trying not to show how her blood had run cold. You laughed again and her heart squeezed painfully.

She glanced over out of the corner of her eye. You were still laughing, mostly to yourself as you moved on to the reports on your desk. Liv gave her a knowing look. She turned away, burning up from the inside out.

The trouble was, she’d been half in love with you for over a year now and hadn’t made a move. It was manageable when she only heard the disastrous results of your dates, but before, when there was still hope in you, when you were looking forward to it, when it was still possible it would go well, she felt something toxic running through her veins. She’d continually told herself it was for the best. You worked together. If you didn’t feel the same or it didn’t work out it would be intolerable.

The way she was feeling now was intolerable.

“Get me something I can use,” she said after listening to Stabler’s excuses.

You bumped your shoulder against her as she passed by you, grinning up at her. Her heart tripped over itself, your warmth blooming over her. She swept out of the precinct, doing her best not to focus on the tumult of emotions you’d awoken in her.

It ate away at her. For days she stewed over the image of you on a date with a faceless woman. The way you’d reach out to her, flirting over drinks, kissing her when you decided she was worth bringing home. The way you would look as someone else lowered themselves between your legs. The burn of not being the one you were with.

She stayed late at work that day. It wasn’t as if she was the one with a hot date on Valentine’s Day. Sinking into work should have helped her forget about whatever it was you were getting up to. It should have chased away the images of you all dressed up and glowing under the attention of another woman. She shouldn’t have dwelled on exactly what you were getting up to in the company of your date.

She slammed her file closed, not able to stop thinking about it. She was failing at ignoring you and was failing at working. All she could focus on was the way you would smile at your date as you led her into your apartment, the slow seduction of peeling off your clothes, the way you’d touch her in your bed.

Just sitting there thinking about it, she could feel her blood boiling beneath her skin.

She shoved her files into her bag, collecting up anything she thought she might need over the weekend. Slamming the door behind her, she strode down onto the darkened street, raising her hand to hail a cab. There was only one way she was going to stop the feeling in her stomach churning until she felt like she would explode.

Your door stared back at her. She’d had the entire cab ride to calm down. It hadn’t worked.

Days of stewing in the image of you with someone else, someone claiming you, you wanting someone who wasn’t her. She was done. She wanted it to be her hands on you, her lips on yours, her body in your bed.

She wanted you.

Hammering her fist against your door, she knew the likelihood of you being in was low. You could still be on your date, or at her place. But on the off chance you were in there with her, this unknown woman who had finagled a date with you on Valentine’s Day in a childish attempt to seduce you, she was going to stop it before it got too far. She wasn’t going to let anyone else have you.

She almost fell forward when you pulled the door open, not truly believing you would be inside. You laughed, catching her around your elbows to keep her upright.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” you said.

“You’re home.”

Your lips kept ticking up into a wider smile.

“And lucky I was or else you would have bashed my door down,” you said, “what’s up?”

“I…”

She’d been so fired up on the way over that to be presented with you at home was something she hadn’t expected. You weren’t even dressed up in your date clothes. Your sweats and tank top suggested being curled up on the couch with ice cream, not getting hot and heavy with some unseen woman. Without your date, there was no reason for her to be there. She wasn’t interrupting anything.

“How about we start with if you’re here for work or pleasure?” you asked when no proper answer was forthcoming.

“Aren’t you meant to be on a date right now?” she managed to ask.

“Careful, counsellor. You keep on like this and I’ll start to think you wish I hadn’t been here to meet you,” you said, “come on. No point standing in the hall.”

With the hands still holding onto her, you tugged her into your apartment. The door shutting felt like a gunshot, loud to her ears, even as your touch burned through her. It looked as if she’d been right. A tub of ice cream sat abandoned on your coffee table, your tv paused on some romcom. You didn’t bother hiding any of it, seemingly unembarrassed for how she’d found you.

“Did you even go on your date?” she asked, taking in the entire scene.

“Sure,” you replied, “but twenty minutes in we both agreed Liv was way off the money.”

“Liv?” she asked, turning to look at you. This felt more familiar. Gathering the facts to build a case was her bread and butter.

“She set up the date. Didn’t you know that? Some friend from one of the local papers. But she must have been on something when she came up with that idea because there was no chemistry and we certainly had nothing in common,” you replied.

“You weren’t attracted to her?” she asked.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. She was gorgeous. Just not my type.” You shrugged.

“Oh?” Her heart did something funny in her chest, “what is?”

“Someone smart. Someone with a strong sense of justice. Someone passionate,” you said, “someone who makes me smile.”

Her stomach swooped.

“But I doubt you came here to have a fun girly chat about my failed date,” you said.

You were still smiling at her and there was a twinkle in your eye. Her breath caught at the way you were looking at her, with such fondness. She shook her head, looking away.

“Your ice cream is melting,” she said.

You snorted. She watched you bend to snatch it up, the curve of your ass stretching the fabric of your sweats. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, having to tear her eyes away from you. No need to be caught staring.

“Case, c’mon, why are you really here?” you asked once you’d shoved the carton of ice cream back into your freezer.

You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing up your breasts. Her eyes slipped down, tongue dragging along your lower lip as she stared. What she wouldn’t do to get her mouth on those tits.

“Casey.”

Her eyes snapped back up to yours. There was no mistaking the amusement on your face, nor the way your eyes were twinkling as they looked at her. She felt the flush of embarrassment in her cheeks.

“Come on. You can tell me,” you said, “I promise not to make fun of you.”

“Why would you make fun of me?” she asked.

“Dunno. But whatever you came here for it must be pretty serious if you won’t even say it out loud,” you said.

She took a deep breath, turning away from you. Sinking down onto your couch, she finally released the death grip she had on her briefcase, letting it drop to the ground. The cushions beside her dipped, your body closer than she would have liked while trying to figure out how to move past this.

She’d had a plan. She’d worked it all out in her head on the way over. She should have expected you to send it all to hell the moment you’d opened the door.

“I’m guessing you showing up at my door like this means you didn’t have your own hot date,” you said, your shoulder nudging hers.

She turned her head towards you. You were close enough that her nose brushed yours, breath ghosting over her lips. She couldn’t help her eyes dipping down to your lips. They were so pretty, just begging to be kissed. The thought of someone else claiming them that night had driven her here.

The fire of her anger might have been doused, but the fire of her desire had only flared higher.

She surged forward, lips pressing to yours.Your hands cupped her cheeks, drawing her closer. She might have been all fire, but you were soft, like the petal of a flower, kissing her thoroughly. Any control she’d had slipped away under your touch.

When you lifted yourself, depositing yourself in her lap, straddling her, all she could do was groan. Her hands found your hips, gripping tightly, chin tipped up, so close to begging for more. Your tongue tasted of sugar, strawberry ice cream lingering despite the heat between you. She moaned, clutching you tighter.

Your fingers slipped into her hair, tugging on it in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. Her fingertips dipped below the waistband of your sweats, feeling your soft skin beneath her touch. You moaned into her mouth, hips rocking forward, fingers tightening in her hair. There was something irresistible about you being a moaning mess in her lap.

“Case,” you mumbled against her mouth, “fuck, Casey.”

“Shhh, baby,” she murmured, kissing you again.

You let her, melting against her. You made such a pretty noise, a small whimper crossed with a whine. She let her hands push further into your sweats, grasping your ass over your panties, groaning when she felt the lace against her skin. Your teeth sunk into her lower lip, tugging on it before you pulled back.

Your lips were kiss swollen, eyes blown wide, chest heaving for breath. You were a picture of wanton desire, a painting that should be hung on the wall of the Louvre. Except Casey didn’t want anyone seeing you like this except her.

“Gonna tell me why you were trying to bash down my door now?” you asked.

“I think you know,” she managed to say, surprised she was still capable of forming sentences.

“I want to hear you say it,” you said, “or maybe I should stay on my side of the couch.”

You went to swing one leg off her. The grip she still had on your ass tugged you back, holding you in place, refusing to let you move. Looking down at her, your lips pulled up into a smirk. You tilted her chin up, your other hand burying itself back in her hair, right at the nape of her neck, pulling deliciously.

“Tell me,” you said, a good natured command.

“I don’t like the thought of someone else touching you like this.” She squeezed the globes of your ass.

“You were jealous,” you said.

“I was jealous,” she repeated, jaw clenching.

“And your plan when you showed up here was what exactly?” you asked.

“I was going to interrupt before she could fuck you,” she growled.

“What if we had gone back to her place?” you asked.

“I don’t know.”

You lent forward, breath ghosting over her lips, but your hold kept her from surging up to claim your lips in another bruising kiss.

“And how were you going to convince me to kick a gorgeous woman out of my bed?” you asked.

She growled again, not liking your line of questioning. She certainly didn’t like the images they left in her head.

“By offering you a replacement of higher value,” she replied.

“You have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” you chuckled.

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

Using the hands on your ass, she dragged you closer, able to feel the heat emanating from you.

“In fact, you seem pretty fucking pleased right now,” she said.

You lent forward, your nose running along her jaw. She let her head fall to the side, offering herself to you. Even as she argued, she knew you had the upper hand.

“I’m just glad you finally made a move.” Your lips brushed her skin, “took you long enough.”

“What do you mean?”

Any arguments she might have had were scattered to the wind as you kissed a long line to her ear.

“I’ve been dropping hints for months. Did you not notice?” you asked before your teeth closed over her earlobe.

“Why didn’t you make a move then?” she managed to get out despite the moan.

“And miss the chance to see you get all jealous? No chance,” you said, drawing back, “it’s very sexy.”

Your teeth sunk into your own lower lip as you gazed down at her. She could see the smile threatening to break over your face and even as your amusement was at her expense, she found you breathtaking. Her hands slipped from under your sweats, curling around your waist to hold you close.

“I wish you’d told me before,” she said, “we could have been doing this for months.”

“We’re here now,” you said, forehead falling forward against hers.

“But we could be moving to your bed,” she said.

“Oh no. It’s Valentine’s Day and you kept me waiting. You’re going to romance me before I give up the goods,” you said.

“I have to woo you?” she asked.

“You’re the one who came here all self righteous, hoping to do the whole big confession thing,” you laughed.

You clambered off her lap, despite her protests, settling beside her. Resting your head on her shoulder, you curled up against her, reaching for the remote you’d left abandoned when you’d answered the door. She sighed, curling her arm around your waist, keeping you close.

“Alright,” she said, “but just know I was prepared to leave you very satisfied tonight.”

“We have plenty of time for that,” you said.

But when your hand slipped to her inner thigh as you watched the movie, she knew you’d be giving her everything she wanted that night, and every night after.

the winner takes it all but its olivia watching casey and alex be happy as a couple when in fact, she fell in love with alex but eventually was robbed of her. then, falls in love with casey but was too in denial to actually take a risk because she hasn’t moved on from alex, so she ends up losing casey too, and now she has to watch casey and alex be happy together, knowing she loved them both at different times.

the thing is, svu alex may be daddy but conviction alex is FATHER. i rest my case.

she takes our daughter to the daddy-daughter dance and gets called the coolest dad ever🙂‍↕️😎

BOOMSHAKALAKA YES LAWD🙂‍↕️

“casey novak is my wife!!” i yell in unison with 10+ more tumblr users

Everyone back off, she’s my wife (on my knees for Casey with this song)

old information but whatever

amelia is obviously so sassy and alex turned her on in every way possible

Amelia’s face ahsbxbshshshhhah