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Riding the Line — calex

"THE LAW was all about control — measured words, calculated moves, carefully drawn lines. But watching Casey straddle that motorcycle, all raw power and reckless confidence, Alex realized some lines were meant to be crossed."

SUMMARY: Alex Cabot tries to keep things professional, but Casey Novak and her damn motorcycle make that impossible. Flirty banter turns into undeniable tension, and before Alex knows it, she’s gripping Casey’s waist on the back of that bike PAIRING: alex cabot & casey novak CAUTION: slight mention of legal and courtroom discussions, seduction, heavy teasing and flirting, recklessness, kissing, oral, scissoring , slight dom!sub!dynamics - 18+ WORD COUNT: 8.4K AUTHOR'S NOTE: i hope i've done your idea justice! @mafri00

THE FIRST TIME Alex Cabot saw Casey Novak straddling a motorcycle, she damn near forgot how to breathe. The low growl of the engine sent vibrations through the pavement beneath her heels, a sharp contrast to the crisp morning air that curled around her. The scent of leather, gasoline, and something undeniably Casey filled the space between them, and for a moment, Alex could do nothing but stare.

The smooth movement of Casey’s legs as she dismounted, the way the sunlight caught in the loose strands of her tousled auburn hair - every little detail conspired against Alex’s composure. Heat pooled at the base of her spine, and she swallowed hard, willing herself to maintain the polished indifference she was known for. But damn, it was a challenge.

It was an early morning in late September, the crisp autumn air carrying the scent of coffee and the faintest traces of rain from the night before. Alex had arrived at the DA’s office on schedule, coffee in hand, clad in her usual impeccable attire — pressed suit, understated heels, not a hair out of place. She’d barely taken two steps toward the entrance when the unmistakable growl of a powerful engine caught her attention. The sound rumbled through the air, drawing her gaze toward the street like a magnet.

There, clad in black leather and exuding an effortless, almost infuriating kind of cool, was Casey, dismounting a Harley Davidson like she had been born on one. The prosecutor’s auburn hair, usually tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail or bun, was slightly tousled from the ride, the loose strands brushing against the sleek collar of her jacket as she tugged off her helmet.

The leather fit her like a second skin, emphasizing her lean, athletic frame in a way that made Alex’s throat dry and her heart beat in places it had no business stirring at this hour. The fitted jacket, the snug jeans, the heavy boots — it was so far removed from the image of the Casey she was used to, the woman who spent hours buried in paperwork, who paced courtrooms with impassioned arguments and fiery determination.

And yet, it made so much sense.

Alex didn’t realize she was staring until Casey caught her eye from across the lot, a smirk ghosting the edges of her lips as she secured the helmet to the bike.

“Morning, Cabot,” Casey greeted, voice lower than usual, still carrying the remnants of sleep or maybe just the natural huskiness of someone who had spent the last twenty minutes riding something with raw, unfiltered power beneath her.

Alex barely managed a nod, fingers tightening slightly around the handle of her coffee cup. Her grip betrayed her, knuckles whitening as she fought to steady her breath, to suppress the unwelcome warmth crawling up her spine. It was just Casey — Casey, who had always been reckless, always pushed boundaries. And yet, seeing her like this, exuding raw confidence with that damn smirk, did something to her.

For a split second, Alex considered responding — something sharp, something dismissive — but her throat felt too tight, her mind too preoccupied with thoughts she had no business entertaining. So instead, she forced herself to look away, as if that alone could break whatever hold Casey had on her in that moment.

“Novak,” she returned, voice carefully schooled into neutral territory, but she felt the betrayal of her own body in the way her stomach twisted, heat pooling in places that had no business warming at the sight of a colleague.

Because that was the problem, wasn’t it? Casey wasn’t just some attractive stranger on a bike. She was Casey, her colleague, her equal, the woman with whom she had clashed and collaborated in equal measure, who drove her up the walls with her idealism but who also, infuriatingly, made Alex respect her all the more for it.

Alex turned briskly on her heel, heading into the building with a practiced indifference she did not feel. The second her office door clicked shut behind her, she exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her forehead.

This was ridiculous. She was ridiculous. It was just Casey. Just Casey on a motorcycle. No big deal. No reason at all for the way her pulse was racing or the way her mind betrayed her with unprofessional, inappropriate, downright dangerous thoughts.

She sat down at her desk, staring blankly at the paperwork in front of her.

She was absolutely, utterly screwed.

For Casey, the motorcycle had started as a whim — a reckless decision made in the wake of her suspension, when frustration, anger, and a profound sense of loss had left her grasping for anything that felt like control. She still remembered the exact moment she made the decision.

It had been one of those suffocating nights, the ones where sleep refused to come, where her apartment felt too small, too quiet. She had been walking aimlessly through the city when she passed by a motorcycle dealership, the gleaming rows of machines catching the glow of the streetlights.

On impulse, she had stepped inside, running her fingers over the sleek metal, feeling the weight of something tangible, something powerful. The salesman had asked if she was looking to buy, and before she even thought it through, she had nodded. Yes. She was.

It wasn’t just about the machine — it was about reclaiming a part of herself, about finding a new way forward when her old path had crumbled beneath her feet. At first, it had been a distraction — something to focus on other than the crushing weight of disappointment and self-loathing. Something that wasn’t the echo of slammed doors or the voices of her colleagues offering pity-laced condolences.

She had taken lessons, spending hours on the open road, learning how to handle the beast beneath her. She learned to love the thrill of it, the way the wind whipped against her skin, the vibration of the engine beneath her, the sheer freedom of it all. It was different from anything else in her life — unpredictable, exhilarating, completely hers.

She hadn’t expected to keep it, hadn’t expected it to become a part of her, but when she got reinstated, the bike stayed. It became her morning routine, her escape, her moment of control before stepping back into the battlefield of the legal system.

And maybe, just maybe, it had its perks.

Casey had seen the way Alex reacted — stiff posture, sharp inhale, the way her fingers clenched just slightly around that coffee cup. It was subtle, but Casey was nothing if not observant.

She smirked to herself, running a gloved hand over the smooth surface of the gas tank. Maybe she was imagining it. Or maybe, just maybe, Alex Cabot had a weakness she wasn’t quite ready to admit.

This was going to be fun.

The relentless tick of the clock on her office wall did nothing to quiet the restless, burning heat inside her. Alex had spent years perfecting the art of discipline, of control — an iron-clad restraint that had been honed in the courtroom, sharpened over countless battles against opposing counsel, judges, and criminals alike.

And yet, here she was, barely able to focus on the neatly stacked files in front of her, her body betraying her with every slow throb of want curling deep in her belly.

The legal brief she had been attempting to review blurred before her eyes, the carefully constructed sentences dissolving into meaningless ink on paper as her mind betrayed her, dragging her back — over and over again — to her.

To Casey.

To the image of toned thighs flexing beneath black denim, of strong, capable hands gripping the handlebars of that damn motorcycle with effortless control, of the way Casey’s smirk had tilted just so, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to Alex. And maybe she did. Maybe she had seen the way Alex’s breath had caught, the way her fingers had tightened around the handle of her coffee cup, the way her carefully crafted poise had fractured in that single moment.

The worst part — the most frustrating, humiliating part — was that it wasn’t just the damn bike. No, the motorcycle was merely an accessory, an extension of Casey’s raw, unshaken confidence, of the kind of unrestrained freedom Alex had never allowed herself.

The real problem, the real disaster, was the woman who rode it. The way the leather hugged Casey’s body, emphasizing every line, every curve, the way her hair, wind-tossed and untamed, framed her face with an effortless sensuality that no courtroom or fluorescent-lit office could ever contain.

And God, the way she had looked at Alex — eyes dark with something unspoken, something challenging. It was a look that had followed Alex all day, haunting the spaces between her thoughts, creeping into places she had no business letting it go.

She shifted in her chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, but it was futile. She was aware—painfully, maddeningly aware — of the way her panties clung damply to her skin, of the slow, insistent ache pulsing between her thighs. It was unbearable, the way her own body conspired against her, betraying her under the weight of thoughts that were entirely inappropriate for the setting she was in. This was her office, for God’s sake.

A place of law, of order, of reason. Not the place where she should be biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning at the memory of how Casey’s body had looked astride that bike, her thighs spread just enough, her hips rolling forward slightly as she adjusted her balance, a teasing preview of something much filthier.

Alex sucked in a sharp breath, pressing the heel of her palm against her forehead, as if the force of it might somehow wipe the images from her mind. But it was impossible. The fantasy had already taken hold, spreading through her like wildfire, consuming every rational thought until she was no longer picturing Casey straddling the machine beneath her — but her.

She could see it, clear as day. The way Casey would move, confident and deliberate, pressing Alex back into the cool leather of her office chair, trapping her there with the weight of her body alone. The way her hands — rougher than Alex’s own, calloused in ways that spoke of strength and experience — would slide down her sides, teasing, possessive, knowing. The way her mouth, sinful and smirking, would ghost over Alex’s skin, hovering just long enough to make her beg.

Would she tease? Draw it out, just to watch Alex crumble? Or would she take what she wanted, as recklessly as she argued in court, as fearlessly as she rode that bike?

A shiver rolled down Alex’s spine, her breath coming faster now, her thighs clenching involuntarily beneath her desk as the wetness between them grew unbearable. She shouldn’t be thinking about this. Not here, not now, not when Casey was just a few floors below, close enough that if Alex wanted — if she really wanted — she could go find her. Could let the tension break, let the control slip, let Casey see exactly how deep this ran, how badly she needed.

But no. That wasn’t how this worked. That wasn’t who Alex was.

So instead, she forced her eyes open, forced herself to stare blankly at the stack of papers before her, hands curling into fists against the polished surface of her desk as she struggled to steady her breath.

This was ridiculous. This was unacceptable. This was dangerous.

And yet, beneath the weight of her own self-reproach, one single, undeniable truth remained.

She had never wanted anything more in her entire life.

Casey leaned back in her chair, the stiff leather creaking slightly beneath her as she stared blankly at the stack of case files on her desk. The words blurred together, an indecipherable mess of legal jargon that should have commanded her full attention, but her mind was elsewhere, hopelessly and utterly preoccupied. She absently twirled a pen between her fingers, the repetitive motion doing little to keep her grounded, her thoughts steadily unraveling into something far more indulgent. Alex.

God, she couldn’t shake the image of her. The way she had looked at Casey that morning — really looked at her. It had been a fleeting moment, over in the span of a heartbeat, but Casey had caught it, had seen the precise second Alex’s carefully constructed composure wavered. That sharp inhale, that subtle clench of her jaw, the way her grip on that coffee cup had tightened ever so slightly, as if it was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

And beneath all that?

Heat. A raw, unfiltered hunger that Alex had desperately tried to suppress but had betrayed her in the flush that crept up the elegant column of her neck, disappearing beneath the pristine fabric of her blouse.

Casey smirked to herself, shifting in her chair as she let the moment replay in her head, stretching it out, savoring it. Did Alex know how obvious she was? How her body betrayed her before her mind could slam the walls back into place? She could practically feel it — the tension radiating off Alex in waves, thick and suffocating, simmering just beneath the surface. And fuck, it made Casey ache.

Because it wasn’t just about Alex staring at her. It was about why she had stared. What she had been thinking as she stood there, frozen, her pulse visibly ticking at her throat, her pupils dilating just enough for Casey to know.

She bet Alex was sitting at her desk right now, pretending to work, probably failing at it just as miserably as Casey was. Fighting it. Denying it. But feeling it all the same. That heat, that distraction, that unbearable, throbbing awareness. Was she fidgeting in her chair, shifting in some vain attempt to relieve the tension coiled so tightly between her thighs? Was she squeezing them together beneath her desk, frustrated, annoyed, wet? Fuck, she had to be wet.

Casey’s breath came just a little shallower as the thought took root, dark and insistent, unfurling inside her like a slow burn. Was she ruining those prim, lace-trimmed panties of hers? Was she biting her lip, frustrated with herself for even letting the thought cross her mind? Did she hate how easily Casey had gotten under her skin? How easily she had infiltrated that meticulously guarded space in Alex’s mind that she so rarely let anyone into?

Casey could picture it so clearly, and the image was deliciously sinful. Alex, usually so refined, so put-together, now shifting uncomfortably in her seat, her jaw locked in defiance, hating the way her body responded despite her best efforts to ignore it. Hating the way her thighs pressed together, the way her breath came just a fraction too quick when she thought about Casey straddling that bike.

Or better yet — straddling her.

Casey’s fingers tightened around the pen in her grasp, heat licking at her spine as the fantasy played out in stunning, vivid detail. Alex beneath her, spread out, wrecked, desperate, those perfect fucking hands clutching at Casey’s leather jacket, trying to hold onto something — anything — as Casey ground down against her, slow and torturous, just enough friction to drive her insane but not enough to let her fall apart. Alex gasping, whimpering, all that control slipping through her fingers, reduced to nothing but a trembling, writhing mess under Casey’s touch.

Casey swallowed hard, pressing her thighs together as the ache between them became impossible to ignore. She let her head tip back against the chair, exhaling sharply, a wicked smirk curling at her lips.

Alex had no idea what she was in for.

And the best part? Casey had all the time in the world to make her break.

Hours had passed, but Alex was still feeling the aftershocks of her own distraction. No amount of cold water, deep breaths, or mindless paperwork had rid her of the heat that had settled in her bones, nor the way her body still felt on edge, humming with frustration. She had spent the better part of the day burying herself in casework, but every so often, her mind betrayed her — drifting back to her, to Casey, to the way she looked that morning, to the scent of leather and warm skin and the unmistakable gleam in her eye when she caught Alex staring.

It was infuriating.

And it was so damn arousing.

Which was why, when a sharp knock echoed through her office, Alex inhaled deeply before speaking, forcing her voice into something steady. “Come in.”

The door swung open, and there she was.

Casey strode in like she owned the room, confidence rolling off her in waves, her leather jacket slung casually over her arm now, leaving her in just a crisp button-down and those obnoxiously tight jeans. The faintest trace of the morning’s ride still clung to her — that scent, subtle yet potent, lingering in the air as she shut the door behind her.

Alex schooled her face into its usual unreadable mask, straightening in her chair as she eyed the file in Casey’s hand. “I assume you’re here about the Carter deposition.”

Casey smirked. “Among other things.”

Alex’s jaw tightened. She hated how easily Casey could get under her skin, how she managed to make even the most mundane conversations feel like a game.

Casey took her time crossing the room, flipping open the file as she approached Alex’s desk, but instead of standing across from her like a normal, respectable colleague, she leaned in, placing her palms flat against the polished wood as she hovered just a little too close. Close enough that Alex could see the fine details of her freckles, the way her lashes framed her sharp, knowing gaze. Close enough that the warmth of her body felt like a phantom touch against Alex’s skin.

“I went through the witness transcripts,” Casey murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “You really went for the jugular in that cross-examination, didn’t you?”

Alex arched a brow, keeping her hands neatly folded in front of her despite the way her fingers itched to fidget. “I was thorough.”

Casey hummed, tilting her head slightly. “You were ruthless.” A slow smirk curled her lips. “It was hot.”

Alex’s breath caught for half a second, but she masked it expertly, narrowing her eyes in warning. “Novak.”

“What?” Casey shrugged, feigning innocence as she straightened just slightly — but not before she let her fingers trail along the edge of Alex’s desk, slow and deliberate. “I’m just saying, I’d hate to be on the receiving end of your cross-examination. I’d fold like a house of cards under that sharp tongue of yours.”

Alex’s stomach clenched. Jesus Christ.

She was going to kill her.

Instead, she exhaled slowly, reaching for the file Casey had conveniently neglected to actually hand over. But just as her fingers grazed the edge of it, Casey pulled it back, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Casey mused, flipping a page absentmindedly, as if she wasn’t actively torturing Alex. “I think I’d enjoy watching you try to break me.”

Alex clenched her jaw so tightly it ached.

“Give me the file, Casey.”

Casey grinned, but rather than obeying, she finally placed it on the desk, only to follow it with the slow, deliberate brush of her fingertips against Alex’s wrist as she withdrew her hand.

Alex’s entire body tensed.

The touch was fleeting, barely there, but it left a trail of heat in its wake, a ghost of contact that burned like a brand. Casey knew exactly what she was doing.

Alex prided herself on control — on her ability to maintain composure even in the most high-pressure situations. But Casey loved testing that control, loved poking and prodding at the cracks just to see how far she could push before Alex snapped.

And right now, she was dangerously close.

Alex inhaled sharply, willing her voice to remain even. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”

Casey chuckled, sliding her hands into the front pockets of her jeans as she rocked back on her heels. “I take plenty of things seriously. I just happen to enjoy watching you squirm.”

“I’m not squirming,” Alex said flatly.

Casey’s gaze flickered down to her hands, which were definitely gripping the arms of her chair just a little too tightly.

“Mmm.” Casey’s lips twitched. “Sure.”

Alex wanted to wipe that smirk off her face.

But she also wanted to kiss it off her face.

And that was the real problem.

For a long, unbearable moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt thick, charged, something unspoken crackling between them like static electricity.

Then, Casey exhaled, slow and deliberate, as she took a step back. “Anyway,” she said breezily, as if she hadn’t just spent the last five minutes thoroughly unraveling Alex’s composure. “I should let you get back to work.”

Alex should have felt relief at that.

She didn’t.

She felt deprived.

As Casey turned toward the door, Alex forced herself to straighten, grasping for some semblance of normalcy. “Novak.”

Casey glanced back over her shoulder, eyebrow arched.

Alex hesitated for half a second too long, then cleared her throat. “Don’t forget to update the witness list before tomorrow’s meeting.”

Casey grinned, knowing — just fucking knowing — that wasn’t what Alex had really wanted to say.

“Of course, Counselor.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Alex to sit in the aftermath of her own frustration, pulse hammering, legs pressed a little too tightly together beneath her desk.

She was going to lose her goddamn mind.

Alex stepped out of the District Attorney’s office. The air had cooled slightly, carrying with it the crisp scent of autumn, though it did little to ease the heat still simmering beneath her skin. The weight of the day lingered on her shoulders, an undercurrent of tension woven between the relentless hours of legal battles, yet none of it compared to the throbbing awareness that had been pulsing through her body ever since her encounter with Casey earlier that afternoon.

No amount of logic, no carefully structured argument in her mind, had been able to erase the memory of the way Casey had leaned into her, the way her voice had dripped with that infuriating, teasing confidence, nor the way Alex’s own body had betrayed her with every glance, every fleeting touch.

She should have just gone home.

She intended to go home — had been telling herself that with each purposeful stride toward the parking lot, her heels clicking against the pavement in an even, decisive rhythm. But then she saw her.

Casey stood by her motorcycle, the sleek black machine humming softly beneath her as she swung one long, toned leg over the seat, settling into place with effortless ease. A leather jacket hung casually over her frame, sleeves pushed up just enough to expose the sinewy strength of her forearms, while a helmet dangled loosely from her fingers.

She radiated a kind of unruly confidence that was both reckless and irresistible, the kind that made Alex’s stomach tighten involuntarily, made her breath hitch before she could remind herself to stay unaffected.

And then Casey turned her head, locking eyes with her across the lot, and smirked.

Alex should have ignored it.

Should have kept walking, pretended not to notice the way Casey’s lips curled just so, the way her green eyes glowed with amusement and something darker or something undeniable. She should have known better than to give Casey the satisfaction of a reaction.

But she didn’t.

Instead, as if pulled by some invisible force, she found herself moving forward, the distance between them closing with each step.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Alex muttered as she came to a stop just in front of her, one brow arched in a perfect display of controlled irritation.

Casey grinned, leaning forward slightly against the handlebars, elbows resting in an infuriatingly casual manner as she drank Alex in with slow, deliberate appreciation. “I hear that a lot. Usually right before someone kisses me.”

Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes even as heat prickled beneath her skin. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I don’t have to,” Casey said smoothly, voice rich with confidence. She shifted slightly, fingers drumming against the leather of her seat. “Not when it’s so obvious you want me.”

Alex’s breath caught for half a second — barely perceptible, but Casey noticed. Of course she noticed.

The smirk widened.

Before Alex could formulate a sharp retort, before she could remind Casey exactly who wasn’t in control here, she felt fingers wrap around her wrist — firm, unyielding — and then she was being pulled forward, the space between them disappearing in an instant.

Her breath barely had time to leave her lips before Casey’s mouth was on hers.

Heat exploded through her body.

The kiss was searing, all-consuming, the kind that stripped away any pretense of restraint. It was a battle and a surrender all at once, and god help her, she didn’t know which one she was losing.

Casey kissed her like she’d been waiting all day. Like she’d been starving for it, and the hunger was infectious, igniting something molten inside Alex’s veins. There was nothing careful about it, nothing hesitant or uncertain. It was firm, deliberate, a declaration in itself.

Alex knew she should stop.

Should put a hand against Casey’s chest and push her away, remind them both where the line was. But her body refused to obey. Instead, her fingers curled into Casey’s leather jacket, gripping tightly as a low, pleased sound rumbled from the back of Casey’s throat. The vibration of it sent a sharp pulse of arousal straight between Alex’s thighs, making her knees feel dangerously weak.

When Casey finally pulled back, their lips still brushed together, warm and parted, breaths mingling in the cool evening air.

“You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this?” Casey murmured, voice rough, teasing.

Alex swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat, in her wrists, in the space between them where her body still ached for more.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t trust herself to.

Casey’s fingers brushed against her hip, a featherlight touch that burned straight through the layers of her resolve. “Come back to mine.”

Alex exhaled, slow and measured, still trying to reassemble the shattered pieces of her self-control. “Casey…”

“You want to,” Casey murmured, voice lower now, rich and coaxing. “You know you do.” She let her fingers trail just slightly along the fabric of Alex’s blouse, a ghost of a touch that sent another wave of heat curling through her. “So stop fighting it.”

Alex squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, inhaling deeply, willing herself to make the rational choice.

But her body already knew the answer.

“…Fine.”

Casey’s smirk was victorious, but Alex barely had time to process it before she was turning, reaching into her bag for her car keys. “I’ll meet you th—”

“Oh, no, no.”

A firm grip on her wrist stopped her in her tracks.

Alex blinked, turning back with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me?”

Casey tilted her head toward the motorcycle, the damn smirk never leaving her lips. “You’re not taking your car.”

Alex let out a dry laugh, incredulous. “That’s not happening.”

Casey arched a brow. “Why not?”

“Because I value my life.”

Casey rolled her eyes. “You really think I’d let anything happen to you?”

The sincerity in her tone made something flicker inside Alex’s chest, but she ignored it, standing firm. “I don’t do motorcycles.”

Casey stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Come on, Counselor. Live a little.”

Alex’s breath hitched, her resolve crumbling by the second.

Casey smirked knowingly. “Unless you like the idea of driving yourself home while still tasting me on your lips. While thinking about how I’ll be waiting for you when you get there…” She let her fingers graze Alex’s wrist, barely there but enough to send a full-body shiver racing down her spine. “Wondering what I’ll do to you the second you walk through my door.”

A fresh, unbearable ache pulsed between Alex’s thighs, her body betraying her with humiliating ease.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered.

“And yet,” Casey leaned in, lips grazing her ear, “you’re still standing here.”

Alex let out a frustrated exhale, grabbed the helmet from Casey’s outstretched hand, and jammed it onto her head.

Casey grinned. “Atta girl.”

She swung onto the bike with a practiced ease, and Alex hesitated for only a second before following suit.

Then Casey revved the engine.

Alex instinctively clung to her, arms wrapping tightly around her waist as the bike rumbled beneath them, powerful and unforgiving.

Casey laughed. “See? Not so bad.”

Alex huffed against her shoulder. “Shut up and drive.”

And with that, they were gone, speeding into the night, into the inevitable.

The engine roared beneath them, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through Alex’s body as Casey twisted the throttle, sending them surging forward into the night. The rush of air hit her immediately, sharp and unrelenting, forcing her to tighten her grip around Casey’s waist. The leather of Casey’s jacket was warm beneath her fingers, supple and well-worn, and as the bike gained speed, Alex found herself pressing closer, molding herself against Casey’s back as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored.

The city blurred around them, neon lights flashing in streaks of color, the hum of late-night traffic fading beneath the steady growl of the motorcycle. The scent of asphalt and gasoline mixed with the faint, lingering traces of Casey’s perfume — something deep and musky, tinged with just a hint of vanilla. It was intoxicating. Alex barely noticed the buildings flying past, barely registered the distant honks of impatient drivers or the occasional whistle from some passerby who had undoubtedly noticed the way she clung to Casey like her life depended on it.

Maybe it did.

Maybe it wasn’t just the speed that made her pulse race, wasn’t just the sharp wind that made her breath hitch. It was this — the heat of Casey’s body beneath her hands, the slow roll of her muscles beneath the leather, the way her hair whipped against Alex’s cheek whenever they rounded a turn. It was the fact that, despite every argument, despite every logical reason to keep her distance, she was here, on the back of Casey’s bike, pressing herself into her like she belonged there.

And God help her, it felt like she did.

Casey tilted her head slightly, her voice carrying over the rush of wind. “Hold on tight, Counselor.”

Alex barely had time to react before Casey leaned into the next curve, taking the turn with a reckless sort of grace that sent Alex’s stomach lurching and her thighs tightening around Casey’s hips.

She let out a sharp breath, her fingers digging in instinctively. “Jesus Christ, Novak—”

Casey laughed, the sound low and rich, vibrating against Alex’s chest where they were pressed together. “Relax, Alex. I’ve got you.”

Alex wanted to snap back, wanted to say something cutting and dry and unaffected, but the words tangled in her throat because the truth was — Casey did have her. Every muscle, every movement, every flick of her wrist against the clutch was controlled, effortless, like she’d been born knowing how to handle something this powerful, something dangerous.

Like she knew exactly how to handle Alex.

That thought sent a fresh, unwanted pulse of heat straight between her thighs, and she cursed herself for it. This wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the place. And yet—

Every bump in the road, every shift of Casey’s weight beneath her, sent a fresh jolt of sensation through her body. The rumbling vibrations of the bike coursed through her legs, up her spine, settling low in her stomach with a slow, unbearable ache. And it wasn’t just the thrill of the ride — it was her. It was the way Casey smelled, the way her body moved with such casual dominance, the way her abs tensed beneath Alex’s fingertips as they hit a particularly sharp turn.

Fucking hell.

This was ridiculous. She was a grown woman, a professional, and yet here she was, aroused by the simple act of being close to Casey Novak on a damn motorcycle.

She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deeply, trying to will away the tension in her body. But it only made things worse. Because with every inhale, she breathed her in — warm skin, leather, faint traces of cigarette smoke and something undeniably Casey.

The worst part was, Casey knew.

She could feel it in the way Casey’s hand briefly left the throttle, settling over one of Alex’s where it rested against her stomach. The touch was fleeting, barely there, but it sent a shiver down Alex’s spine.

“See?” Casey called over her shoulder. “Told you you’d like it.”

Alex bit back a curse. “I never said that.”

Casey chuckled. “You didn’t have to.”

The arrogance in her tone was infuriating, and yet — God help her — it only made Alex’s grip tighten.

It wasn’t a long ride, but by the time they reached Casey’s apartment, Alex felt like she’d been wound so tight she might snap. The moment the bike rolled to a stop, she exhaled shakily, hands still gripping Casey’s waist as if she couldn’t quite bring herself to let go.

Casey was still for a beat, like she was waiting for something, before finally turning her head just enough to smirk.

“Admit it, counselor,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “You loved every second of that.”

Alex swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against Casey’s jacket. She should say something sharp, something dismissive. But her body told a different story.

And Casey knew.

So instead of answering, Alex did the only thing she could — she swung off the bike, pulled off the helmet, and marched toward the entrance of Casey’s apartment without another word.

She didn’t need to look back to know Casey was grinning.

As soon as the door to Casey’s apartment clicked shut, the tension that had been simmering between them all day ignited into something undeniable. Neither of them hesitated — there was no need for words, no second-guessing, just the sheer inevitability of this moment finally unraveling.

Alex barely had time to take in her surroundings before Casey was in front of her, pressing in close, her body radiating warmth and something deeper — something raw. The leather jacket she had been wearing earlier was long gone, discarded somewhere along the way, leaving her in a fitted black top that clung to her frame. Alex reached for the hem, slipping her fingers beneath it, savoring the way Casey’s muscles tensed beneath her touch.

Casey, however, had other ideas. She smirked, pushing Alex back until the blonde’s spine met the nearest wall, her hands bracketing either side of her head. “You’ve been staring all day,” Casey murmured, her breath warm against Alex’s lips. “Was it the bike? Or was it me?”

Alex swallowed hard, her body betraying her as a delicious shiver ran down her spine. “You already know the answer,” she admitted, her voice softer than she intended.

Casey hummed in satisfaction, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against Alex’s jaw, then down the length of her throat. She didn’t stop, didn’t rush — just let her lips and tongue explore, savoring the way Alex trembled beneath her. Hands wandered, bodies pressed closer, and suddenly, there was nothing between them but heat and friction.

Clothes were shed in a slow, tantalizing dance — fingers grazing over bare skin, lips trailing over exposed curves. Alex took her time, reveling in every inch of Casey as she kissed down her collarbone, her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, and lower. When she finally dropped to her knees, Casey’s breath hitched, her fingers tangling in Alex’s blonde waves as anticipation crackled between them like a live wire.

Alex looked up, her lips brushing against the soft skin of Casey’s hip. “You look good like this,” she murmured, her voice laced with something dark and hungry.

Casey smirked, but it faltered slightly when Alex slid her hands up the back of her thighs, gripping firmly as she lifted one of Casey’s legs over her shoulder. The shift in position had Casey gasping, her balance entirely at Alex’s mercy, but she wasn’t about to protest. Not when Alex’s mouth was hovering exactly where she wanted it, teasing, promising.

Alex let her lips ghost over the sensitive skin of Casey’s inner thigh, dragging out the moment, savoring the way Casey’s breath stuttered, the way her grip in Alex’s hair tightened just slightly. “Tell me,” Alex murmured, her voice sinfully low. “Is this what you wanted?”

Casey let out a shaky breath, her head falling back against the wall as she exhaled, “Alex—”

Alex didn’t let her finish.

Her mouth met Casey’s soaked, aching cunt, any pretense of control shattered. Casey gasped, her fingers tightening in blonde waves as Alex’s tongue flicked teasingly over her clit before dragging down, tracing the slick heat of her folds. Alex hummed against her, the vibration sending a delicious jolt up Casey’s spine, her back arching involuntarily against the wall.

“Fuck, Alex,” Casey moaned, her voice breathy, desperate, her hips pressing forward in search of more.

Alex smirked against her, gripping Casey’s thigh tighter as she hooked it more securely over her shoulder, spreading her open. “You’re soaking,” she murmured, dragging her tongue up slowly, savoring the way Casey’s wetness coated her lips, her chin. “Did you get this wet just thinking about me?”

Casey let out a sharp, shuddering breath, her fingers gripping Alex’s hair with just enough force to make the blonde groan. “Shut up and—ahh—” Her words cut off as Alex’s tongue pressed flat against her clit, circling in slow, deliberate strokes that had her trembling.

Alex didn’t rush. She wanted to savor this, wanted to hear Casey come undone because of her. She licked, sucked, teased, her tongue flicking over the swollen bundle of nerves before dipping lower, gathering the dripping wetness and spreading it, making it messier, filthier. The taste of Casey was intoxicating, slick and hot on her tongue, and Alex couldn’t get enough. She moaned against her, the sound sending vibrations straight through Casey’s core, making her legs shake.

Casey’s breath hitched, her hips rolling forward, chasing more friction. Alex let her, pressing her harder against the wall, pinning her there as she buried her tongue deeper, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. The wet, obscene sounds filled the air, mixing with Casey’s breathless moans, her curses, the way she gasped Alex’s name like a plea.

Alex could feel it — feel the way Casey’s thighs tensed, the way her breathing turned ragged, her grip in Alex’s hair growing almost punishing. “That’s it,” Alex murmured against her, voice husky, her tongue circling Casey’s clit before closing her lips around it and sucking hard.

Casey choked out a desperate moan, her whole body tensing, her climax slamming into her with devastating force. She trembled, gasping as Alex worked her through it, her tongue lapping up every last drop of her release, not stopping until Casey was shaking from overstimulation, her juices coating Alex’s lips, her chin, her cheeks.

Alex pulled back just enough to look up at her, her mouth glistening with Casey’s wetness, her blue eyes dark with hunger. She licked her lips, deliberately slow, savoring every drop. “You taste so fucking good,” she murmured, her voice thick with arousal.

Casey let out a breathless laugh, still trying to catch her breath, her head spinning. “You’re—” She swallowed hard, looking down at Alex, completely wrecked. “You’re such a fucking menace.”

Alex smirked. “And you love it.”

Casey barely gave herself a moment to recover before she was tugging Alex up by the wrist, guiding her up, up, up until she was straddling Casey’s lap, her knees pressing into the couch on either side of Casey’s thighs. Their mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongue and raw, unfiltered hunger. Casey could taste herself on Alex’s lips, her own arousal smeared across the blonde’s chin, and it made her groan, deep and filthy.

But she wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

She pulled back, her grip firm as she cupped Alex’s jaw, forcing her to meet her gaze. “You were such a good little prosecutor down there,” she murmured, her lips brushing against Alex’s, teasing but not giving her another kiss just yet. “So thorough. So relentless.” Her fingers trailed down Alex’s flushed throat, over the delicate collarbone, down to her breasts. She cupped one in her palm, rolling a hardened nipple between her fingers, pinching just enough to make Alex suck in a sharp breath. “But now it’s my turn.”

Alex barely had a second to react before Casey was shifting, flipping their positions effortlessly until Alex was on her back, sprawled across the couch, her legs parted in invitation. Casey wasted no time settling between them, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of Alex’s body — over the delicate dip of her sternum, the curve of her ribs, the swell of her breasts. She took her time there, lips wrapping around one taut nipple, sucking it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it until Alex was arching into her, moaning softly.

“I could build a whole damn case about how much you want this,” Casey murmured against her skin, kissing lower, dragging her tongue over the curve of Alex’s stomach. Her fingers ghosted over the inside of Alex’s thighs, teasing, barely there. “The evidence is overwhelming, Cabot. You’re so wet, I could make an entire opening argument about it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Alex breathed, her head falling back against the couch, her nails digging into Casey’s shoulders.

Casey smirked against her hipbone, pressing her teeth there before finally dragging her tongue down, down, down. “Oh no, sweetheart, not even He can help you now.”

And then she was there, slipping two fingers through the slick, dripping heat of Alex’s cunt, gathering the wetness, spreading it, making a mess of her. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” she whispered, her voice low, wrecked, filled with something almost reverent.

Alex whimpered, her hips rolling up, chasing more friction, but Casey pulled back just enough to deny her.

“Patience,” Casey murmured, pressing a kiss against the inside of Alex’s thigh. “All good things come to those who wait, isn’t that what they say?”

Alex let out a shaky breath, her hands twisting in the couch cushions, trying to ground herself. “Casey, I swear to—”

Before she could finish, Casey plunged her fingers inside her, deep and slow, curling just right.

Alex’s breath hitched, her back arching, a broken moan spilling from her lips.

“That’s better,” Casey said smugly, pumping her fingers in and out at an agonizing pace. “You should really let me cross-examine you more often.”

Alex barely managed a glare before Casey’s mouth joined her fingers, her tongue flicking over her clit, sucking it into her mouth with just the right amount of pressure.

Alex shattered.

Her thighs tensed around Casey’s head, her hands flying to those auburn locks, pulling, guiding, grounding herself as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Casey didn’t let up, fucking her with her fingers, her tongue working in tandem, drawing out every last bit of her pleasure until Alex was writhing beneath her, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

Casey groaned against her, licking her through it, letting Alex grind against her mouth, riding the high until she had nothing left to give.

When Alex finally came down, her body boneless, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, Casey pulled back just enough to look up at her. Her lips were glistening, her chin coated in Alex’s arousal, and she licked it up slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving Alex’s.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” Casey murmured, pressing a final kiss against the inside of Alex’s thigh before making her way back up her body, settling between her legs.

Alex’s eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted, her entire body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “If you keep talking like that,” she rasped, voice wrecked, “I might have to hold you in contempt.”

Casey grinned, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, her breath warm against Alex’s lips, “go ahead and try.”

And then

Casey didn’t waste any time. She was still drunk on the taste of Alex, still high on the wrecked, breathless moans she had pulled from those perfect lips. But she wanted more — needed more. She wanted to feel every inch of Alex against her, skin to skin, slick against slick, until there was nothing left between them but heat and pleasure.

She shifted, her hands gripping Alex’s hips, guiding her as she aligned their bodies together, their legs tangling, their wet, throbbing cunts pressing against each other in a slow, teasing grind. The first brush of their slick folds sent a sharp jolt through both of them, a shockwave of pleasure that had Alex gasping and Casey groaning deep in her throat.

“Fuck,” Casey hissed, her fingers tightening against Alex’s waist as she rolled her hips, dragging her clit against Alex’s, feeling the slippery heat, the perfect friction that made her head spin. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Alex could only moan in response, her fingers digging into Casey’s shoulders, nails leaving faint crescent marks against flushed skin. Her body was still sensitive, every nerve ending alight, but the pleasure was too intoxicating, too overwhelming to stop. She moved with Casey, their bodies perfectly in sync, grinding together in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent sparks of electricity shooting down her spine.

Casey’s lips hovered just above Alex’s, their breaths mingling, hot and uneven. “Look at you,” she murmured, watching the way Alex’s face contorted with pleasure, the way her mouth parted in desperate little gasps. “So goddamn beautiful like this. So messy for me.”

Alex whimpered, her head falling back against the couch, her body arching as the friction intensified. “Casey,” she breathed, her voice wrecked, her thighs trembling as the pleasure coiled tight in her belly once again.

Casey smirked, leaning down to capture Alex’s lips in a deep, consuming kiss, swallowing every little sound, every little gasp. She rolled her hips harder, faster, their swollen, aching clits rubbing together in a delicious friction that had both of them spiraling.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their movements becoming desperate, erratic. The wet, filthy sound of their slick folds grinding together filled the room, each movement sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through them. Casey could feel it building, the pressure mounting with every roll of their hips, every delicious glide of Alex’s cunt against hers.

“Cum for me, baby,” Casey whispered against Alex’s lips, her voice low, coaxing, sinful. “Come with me.”

Alex’s breath hitched, her body tensing as the pleasure reached its peak, sharp and unbearable. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her thighs clenching around Casey, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent, shattered moan.

Casey wasn’t far behind. The moment she felt Alex come undone, the moment she felt the warm, wet slickness coat her even more, she let go, her own climax ripping through her with an intensity that left her shaking.

They rode it out together, their bodies trembling, their moans mingling in the air, until the pleasure slowly ebbed, leaving them breathless and tangled in each other’s arms.

Casey collapsed against Alex, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses against her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, her breath still uneven.

“Fuck,” Alex finally managed, her fingers threading through Casey’s damp auburn hair.

Casey chuckled, nuzzling against her. “That’s one way to put it.”

Alex let out a soft, breathless laugh, her body still buzzing, still warm and pliant. “You should really come with a warning label.”

Casey smirked, biting lightly at Alex’s jaw. “Oh, sweetheart, you knew exactly what you were getting into.”

Alex murmured something incoherent, still catching her breath, her body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She could feel the thin sheen of sweat clinging to her skin, cooling in the aftermath, mixing with the slick wetness between her thighs. Every inch of her felt heavy, sated, but also unbearably sensitive.

She shifted slightly beneath Casey, feeling the stickiness between them, the way their bodies had practically melted into each other. Her fingers absently traced along Casey’s spine, feeling the faint tremors still lingering there.

“Shower…?” Alex finally managed, her voice hoarse, wrecked from the way Casey had unraveled her.

Casey hummed against her skin, pressing a lazy kiss to Alex’s collarbone. “Mmm. You offering to wash my back, counselor?”

Alex let out a breathy laugh, her nails scraping lightly against Casey’s scalp as she pushed her hair back. “I think we both need it,” she said, shifting again, grimacing slightly at how damp and sticky their bodies were.

Casey lifted her head, smirking as she propped herself up on one elbow. “Can’t handle being messy with me?”

Alex arched a brow, feigning indifference even as her body betrayed her, still tingling, still aching. “I don’t mind getting messy. I just prefer to do it somewhere I won’t be stuck to the furniture afterward.”

Casey grinned, leaning in to nip at Alex’s lower lip before pulling away, sitting up with an exaggerated stretch. “Fair enough. Come on, then.” She slid off the couch, reaching down to grab Alex’s hand, tugging her up with a bit more force than necessary, making her stumble against Casey’s body.

Alex let out a soft, surprised breath, her hands landing against Casey’s bare waist, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Their bodies pressed together, slick and warm, the moment stretching between them.

Casey’s eyes darkened slightly, her fingers tightening around Alex’s wrist. “You sure you want to clean up so soon?” she murmured, voice low, teasing. “I could think of a few more ways to get you even dirtier.”

Alex exhaled sharply, something flickering in her gaze before she forced herself to roll her eyes, stepping back even though every nerve in her body protested. “Shower. Now.”

Casey laughed, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Lead the way, Your Honor.”

Alex shot her a warning glare but turned toward the bathroom, her legs still a little unsteady as she walked. Casey followed close behind, smirking to herself, already planning exactly how long they’d actually stay clean once they were under the water.

feel like i’m on cloud nine Jac is finally posting Mock Trial again.

Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 12 - Masterlist

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Alex & Casey are learning their new normal with the beginning of mock trial and the stress of Casey's final semester.

A/N: Soooooooooo I'm sorry for the disappearance. Had a really difficult time with a new job that didn't work out and the stress that came with it. But, things are leveling out now. I'm hopeful that I'll be keeping this wayyyyy more up to date than I have been. Thank you guys for being so encouraging and amazing, I absolutely ADORE hearing from all of you. You mean the world to me. <3

The following few days were filled with Casey adjusting to her new courses and preparing for the first mock trial meeting at the end of the week. They’d sent out emails practically twice a day with details about the upcoming meetings for the semester. Which wouldn’t have bothered Casey normally, but the constant bombardment caused everything to feel like it was starting to snowball. She’d been unable to see Alex most of the week because of how everything kept piling on, which made their tension continue to build. They’d see each other in passing, Alex making a point to see Casey whenever she could. Even though the interactions were just a quick kiss or a simple, “how was your day,” neither of them felt like the relationship waivered. If anything, it only made them crave each other more and more.  

Friday finally came and Alex had a later start to her morning than she’d planned. She’d woken up, alone in her bed, after a delightful dream. She’d dreamt about Casey straddling her on the couch, her hands cupped around her face. Alex’s hands wandered over her body until one gripped her hip, the other slowly made its way between Casey’s thighs. Casey rocked her hips back and forth, moaning into Alex’s mouth. Frustrated, their moans melted away into her last alarm of the morning. When she glanced at the time, she weighed the options in her mind and ultimately decided she could squeeze in a quick masturbation, finishing the dream and herself. Naturally, this led to her running late. 

Her lateness, unfortunately, also led to her missing Casey before class. She made it to her first class with minutes to spare, her mind still clouded by the thoughts of Casey. In an attempt to spend longer in her mind, she made a point to have her classes engage in more discussions and coursework that did not necessarily require her attention. This worked for all of her classes, but trying to keep herself busy through her break was rough. Of course there was work to be done, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Focus was beyond her capabilities for the time being as she started task after task with the futile goal of completing at least one of them. Instead, her mind wandered with ideas of her lover and what they’d get up to this weekend. As her mind wandered, so did her hand; passively between her thighs and up her mound, gently gripping the silicone piece she’d stashed within her slacks. 

The end of the work day at last arrives as she organizes her things in her office, preparing for the mock trial meeting in about an hour. She anticipates seeing Casey during the meeting and then taking her home afterwards. Though, she isn’t sure she can wait that long. The pit of her stomach burns, her thighs tensing continuously with desire for Casey. As she begins to consider taking care of herself in the office, she hears footsteps down the hallway. A moment clicks in her mind and, excited, she pokes her head out of the doorway. Her smile falls when she sees it was just another professor passing by. Hanging her head, only to hear a faint gasp and an audible smile down the opposite end of the hallway. 

Alex whips her head around and steps out into the hallway, keeping one foot in her office. A smile plasters itself across her face as she watches her sweet partner prance down the hallway. Her hair bounces as she approaches, her dark red hair pinned up in a bun with a black claw clip. “Case,” she begins to exclaim as she opens her arms, her partner running into them and wrapping her own arms around Alex’s neck. 

“Hi! I have some time before the meeting, I was hoping to see you for a bit,” she tells her as she pulls away, hands clasped warmly around the back of Alex’s neck. Alex’s hands naturally fall to Casey’s waist and she feels a fire in her chest, the heat rising and reddening her skin, saliva pooling beneath her tongue at Casey’s touch. 

Alex’s mouth hangs open for a little bit, her eyes fluttering as she scans Casey’s face. Auditory sensations play within her mind’s eye as she stares, and her impulses can no longer be withheld. “I was hoping to see you too, come on,” she tells her, hands leaving her hips to grab her hand and pull her in. As she does, Casey tries to shut the door and just as soon as it closes, Alex takes Casey’s things and sets them down.

“What are you in a rush for?” Casey giggles just before Alex pushes her against the door, hands groping their way up her shirt and onto her hips. Their lips collide and Alex feels the heat burst. It leaks through her hands and her lips, moans escaping as she runs her tongue over Casey’s, adoring its taste and the way the muscle flexes. 

“I miss you,” Alex whispers against Casey’s lips as she parts, then continues kissing down her neck. “I was hoping to show you how much…” her hands weave to the front of Casey’s jeans and start slyly unbuttoning them. “Since we have some extra time…” 

Casey’s vision blurs as Alex’s lips reach her throat, her heartbeat pressing against her lover’s lips over and over, faster and faster. She lets out a quiet moan that quickly turns into a whimper as she reaches for Alex’s hands and stops them, “What about when we get home?” 

Alex wriggles her hands out of Casey’s grasp and plants them on the door behind her, releasing her neck from between her teeth and dragging her tongue up to Casey’s ear. She pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, “I need you, Case…” she pants in her ear, nose pressed gently against her lobe. “So badly.”

Casey tilts her head into Alex’s breaths, her mind hazy and reason leaving her. With one hand pressed against the door, the other slides down to Alex’s slacks, starting to fiddle with the clasp when she feels the bend of a surprise. She lets out her breath and grins, pressing her lips to Alex’s ear - “Why don’t you show me?” 

Alex pulls away slowly, her eyes wide and staring at Casey, studying her face. Her head tilts to the side, a smirk rising, and she bites her lip at the thought. She reaches down and quickly undoes Casey’s pants while Casey turns and locks the office door. Together, they maneuver Casey’s pants off of her body and Casey starts to grab the hem of her underwear but Alex stops her, replacing her hands at the hem of her underwear. She stares for a moment, feeling the drool in her mouth, and she shakes her head. 

“These are staying on,” she whispers as she spins Casey around and presses her against the door, bunching her panties and pulling them to the side. Casey grins and bites her lip, reaching behind her to grip Alex’s strap. Alex undoes her slacks and before she can even touch her strap, Casey’s hand grips it and pulls it. 

“Were you planning for this, Cabot?” 

Casey’s words ring loudly in her ears and a deep guttural tightness winds inside of her. She uses one hand to glide her way up Casey’s wet & exposed center, humming at how wet she’s become. “Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with it, Novak,” she comments before gripping her strap out of Casey’s hand and guiding the tip inside of her. Casey groans loudly as Alex takes her time, pushing herself as deep as possible, as slowly as possible. When she reaches the hilt, Casey starts to let out a loud moan, which Alex quickly reaches forward to slap her hand across her mouth. Casey grunts and rams her hands into the door as Alex pushes deeper, gripping her mouth and leaning in to kiss Casey’s ear with her own breathy moan. 

“Shh,” Alex whispers into her ear, “can’t let them hear you, can we?” She snakes her arm around Casey’s throat, resting it into the crook of her elbow as she begins using her hips to slowly thrust in and out of her, moaning into her ear. Casey bites her lip, letting soft moans hum against them, her throat vibrating against Alex’s arm. With her back arched inward, the strap hits her deep and brushes against the right spots, the long, deep thrusts causing a winding in her core.  

Alex begins to pick up the pace, causing Casey to hit the door a few times over. Her moans start to get louder, as do Alex’s. Their desperation feels as though it’s pulsing between them, swelling and circling them. Care about their noises begins to waiver…until the sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the hallway. Casey whimpers and pushes Alex’s hips away, Alex pulls out and starts messily putting the strap away. Casey reaches for her pants and begins replacing them, pressing her ear against the door and listening closely. 

The footsteps bound up against the door for a moment and then begin to dissipate. Both of them release the breath they were holding and giggles start to erupt from between them. Alex takes Casey’s jaw in her hand and brings her close, kissing her softly. Casey reaches her hands down and starts trying to bring the strap back, and Alex pulls away. 

“We can finish this at home, Case, it’s okay.” Alex tries to push Casey’s hands away, but finds herself confused as she drops to her knees. 

“I know, look at the time,” she states, “but I figured I’d help clean up.” She grins widely and continues undoing Alex’s slacks once again, but making a show of it this time. She’s caught Alex’s eyes and watches closely as her lover blushes, wordless as she observes the scene Casey is moving towards. Alex’s breaths become deep and sultry, licking her lips while she watches Casey run her hands up and down Alex’s thighs. She comes back up to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, making intense eye contact. She starts to blush when her fingers slip in and retrieve the phallus. With red cheeks and her bottom lip between her teeth, saliva pools around her tongue as the scent of herself on the strap makes her weak. 

“Case…” Alex whispers, barely loud enough for Casey to hear her. With a worried gaze, Casey looks up, questioning her. “I um…I’ve never had someone do this before.” 

The blush spreads all over Casey’s face and she furrows her brow, “really?” she asks, her tone seeming incredulous. Alex covers her face and nods in embarrassment. Casey’s mind initially hurtles towards stopping out of embarrassment and shame, but fortunately makes the quick turnaround towards wanting to give Alex her first time. With this at least. Deviousness spreads through her cheeks and she sucks her bottom lip for a moment as she readjusts on her knees. “Would you like for me to?” She asks, her eyes moving between Alex’s own red face and the strap. 

Alex takes a shaky breath and begins to stammer, “I mean…if you want to…” 

Casey smiles wide, admiring that Alex still has nervousness and insecurities. Leaving one hand firmly planted on Alex’s thigh, she reaches the other to gently squeeze Alex’s hand. Maintaining eye contact she feels a bit of the tension break, “I would love to, Lex.” Alex nods, squeezing Casey’s hand back just before she pulls it back and takes the strap from the confines of her slacks. She kisses the tip gently, then finally breaks eye contact with Alex. She plants soft kisses down to the hilt and then positions herself below it. Laying her tongue flat against the bottom of the strap she drags it up to the tip and then slips it into her mouth. Keeping the strap shallow, she takes her time coating it with her saliva and moaning. 

Above her, Alex’s breaths steady again and she grips the edge of the desk behind her. Wanting to connect with her lover, she extends her hand and caresses the side of Casey’s face. She smiles as she slowly takes her mouth off of the strap, letting drool drip from the tip now. Planting a messy kiss on Alex’s palm and dazzling smile, Casey takes Alex’s hand from her cheek and gently pushes it upwards to her hair. Alex lingers, unsure if she’s picked up the hint. Casey proceeds, sticking her tongue out and tapping the strap on it a few times before taking more of the length into her mouth. 

Casey moves back and forth slowly, removing her hands and gripping Alex’s thighs. She closes her eyes and lets herself feel her body, moaning and drooling as the wetness of her mouth coats the strap. She begins to feel desperate, wet and warm, her hands beginning to greedily grope Alex - her ass, the hem of her boxers, her thighs, underneath her shirt. The greedier she gets, the deeper the strap goes. Casey, unfortunately, is blissfully unaware of the sweet whimpers Alex is making and how she’s gripping Casey’s hair now. Both of them, eyes closed and enjoying the bliss of each other’s bodies, follow the fluid motion. Alex begins pushing Casey back and forth, but not forcefully. Casey is leading, but Alex is assisting. Both moan softly, the sounds echoing in the office. 

A warmth rises in Alex’s pelvis and her hips begin pushing into Casey, who groans deeply at the first thrust, the whole length pushing its way into her mouth. She starts to gag a bit and it shocks Alex out of her pleasure for a moment, she pulls out and loosens the grip on Casey’s hair. Casey giggles, the spit smeared on her face and dripping down her neck, she smiles up at Alex. Alex looks down and blushes, humming with pleasure. 

Impulse overtakes her, “you look pretty covered in spit,” Alex murmurs. Casey blushes, speechless, and looks down. As she does, she happens to glance at her watch. 

“Fuck,” she spits, then starts to wipe her face with her sleeve. “We’ve got to go,” Casey looks up at Alex, who appears disappointed momentarily. But she extends her hand to help Casey up. She takes it and they stand apart for a moment. Casey takes tissues from the desk and cleans herself up while Alex shoves the strap back in her slacks. Once put back together, they stare at each other for a moment, feeling momentary awkwardness. 

Alex pushes a strand of hair from Casey’s face, her other hand landing on Casey’s hip. Casey looks at her sheepishly, “was that okay?” 

Alex chuckles, pulling Casey into a deep hug. One hand around her waist and the other up between her shoulder blades, and Casey wraps her arms around Alex’s middle. Alex turns and whispers into Casey’s neck, “Yes…” she takes a deep breath and plants a soft kiss against Casey’s ear, “it was more than okay.” As she pulls away, she cups Casey’s face and smiles softly, her eyes scanning Casey’s face. Casey’s nerves fade momentarily as she loses herself in Alex’s gaze, which softens. Alex lets out a slow breath and pulls Casey into a passionate kiss. Casey’s hands slide down Alex’s body to her hips, gripping them lightly and pulling her closely. Their breaths intermingle, ins and outs, getting lost in each other’s scent.

Casey lets out a soft whine as she pulls away, her eyes closed and her cheeks grinning, “we have to go,” she whispers. Alex giggles and nods, slipping her hands away from Casey and grabbing her things. Casey does the same, her face warm with fluster and desire. Leaving the office and making their way toward the classroom where the first meeting would be held, Casey couldn’t help but notice the wetness spreading in her jeans. She bit her lip as they walked, hand in hand, imagining what they could do when they got home. Alex, however, was feeling more focused now. She opened the door for Casey and they parted ways. Alex moved to the other professors while Casey joined her peers on the other side of the room. 

Sitting next to Charlie, her face red and body warm with a faint sweat, Casey hoped he wouldn’t say anything. He turns to her and gives her a once over before glancing over his shoulder at Alex. Alex, speaking with the other professors, maintains complete composure, as a former assistant district attorney would. A smirk crawls across Charlie’s face as he turns back to Casey, who wipes her forehead of sweat. 

He scoffs, catching her attention, “did you two just…?” 

Casey’s eyes swell and her face burns a scarlet red. “How the hell do you know that?” 

He practically chokes himself to keep from bursting with laughter, “you’re so easy to read, Case.” He looks between them both, Casey mimics him. “She’s over there, all composed and professional, and you’re here, nervous with a flop sweat, after you walked in together. I do have eyes, honey.” 

She takes a deep breath, staring at him incredulously, and is about to retort when Professor Donnelly begins her introduction. When she begins, Casey’s nerves seem to calm themselves. She listens carefully while watching Alex discreetly. Her eyes dart to & fro, admiring her love while ensuring she’s aware of the information being delivered to her. Fortunately, she’s able to ignore the swelling warmth in her core. She pushes Charlie’s comments to the back of her mind, not letting them bother her anymore than is necessary. At the beginning, Alex keeps her attention entirely directed on Donnelly or the work in front of her. She neglects to acknowledge Casey’s wandering gaze. 

As the end grows near, however, Alex’s composure waivers. She starts to gaze longingly at her lover, sitting on the front row. She admires Casey’s calmness in spite of all of her stress. She admires how driven she is and the way that her mind works. They’re pulled from the midst of their distraction and admiration when Donnelly makes a point to redirect everyone’s attention. 

“Now that we’ve gotten the admin stuff out of the way, I wanted to finally announce our team leads,” she states in a demanding, almost grandiose, manner with her arms and ankles crossed as she leans back against the faux judge’s stand. Casey and Charlie direct their full attention to Donnelly’s presence. Alex tries to be subtle, but it’s clear she’s leaning into the tension, unaware of who the leads are herself. “Wow, I didn’t think I’d take the breath out of the room. Breathe everyone,” Donnelly exclaims and the group lets out a nervous laugh. 

“For the defense team, we have Trevor Langan.” A simultaneous sigh of relief fills the room and a hefty pat on Trevor’s back can be heard from where he’s sitting in the back of the room. 

Donnelly clears her throat and the room falls silent once again. Bated breaths feed into Donnelly’s power trip as she waits for all eyes to be on her. “And for the prosecution,” she begins, glancing all around the room and making a point not to meet anyone’s gaze. All air has escaped Casey’s lungs, though she’s not sure why. She feels glad even to just be on the team with how much she’s got going on. But she knows the weight of being the team lead for this competition could mean the difference between a position here, in Portland, and her position in New York City. 

“We have Casey Novak.” 

holy i want this treatment so bad

“fuck you" "when?"

Casey : and for what kind of woman gets to love Alex? oh it’s me Casey Novak-Cabot

YES DARLING YES I WILL DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT OUR WIFE

See people saying that casey novak is overrated and i get so upset. What do you mean ‘overrated’ she’s underrated as hell

so this is casey’s view? interesting

hopefully i don’t have work, i just want my wife☹️

that regina mills edit gave me gay panic she’s so fucking hot🧎‍♀️