คิดถึงpolly

Fuckckck somebody need to talk me into some sense

Naurr you just exposed me againnn but I couldn't deny it this time. But miss Polly? Are you sure you’re not down bad yourself as well

Miss Jane down bad ep2

Cutie piessss

draw these two idiots before i go to bed

so this is casey’s view? interesting

I just drew ton of calex kids but I haven’t thought about their name yet💀

i love milf calex ดีใจนะคะที่คุนพอบบั่วาดตามรีเควรเรา

doodle

resolve

“Limes?” Casey looked amused, like she knew she’d caught her.

calex. explicit. ao3. 2.3k words.

Alex knew that this would eventually have to stop, that there was a deadline looming. That being said-- she was not trying to do anything to accelerate that eventuality. Casey was under her, rolling her hips up into hers. Her hands gripped Alex’s waist as she threw herself into their kissing, eager, yielding, responsive. She liked this part of Casey, her informal submission. She never demanded Alex’s dominance, but rather requested her guidance, like they were dancing. Casey made an mmph noise that helped Alex’s pulse as it was already starting to race. Alex took that opportunity to explore Casey’s soft mouth further, to slip a hand from where it rested on her shoulder under her sweatshirt.

It was going to have to stop because Alex knew that a) neither of them had time for this, and b) they were going to be sharing a bureau chiefship in about a week. McCoy had begged for them both back, said he had a vision to “revamp” Sex Crimes (whatever that meant) and that he wanted two heads. The offer had been interesting, appealing, and they were both willing to try. But, they both knew that they shouldn’t keep sleeping with each other if they were going to be working that closely together. It just didn’t make any sense.

Something about making the most with the time they had left had them fucking like they really meant it. Every day for the last three had seen them in one of their apartments, much like this. Alex had always liked having someone who let her have her way with them, who encouraged her to make the plan and see it through. It satisfied her urge for control without her ever having to take over. Casey, for her part, always seemed to enjoy the ride as much as Alex liked driving. She hissed and then moaned when Alex nipped, then kissed at her neck.

Alex hummed in satisfaction. Casey was so demonstrative, so clear. Alex thought that might make working together easier, once they couldn’t do this anymore. ‘This,’ now was Alex’s hand reaching up from where it rested on Casey’s ribs to catch a nipple gently between two of her fingers, and Casey sighing. Alex kissed her lips again, and wondered how much more teasing Casey would take from her tonight. She had never quite found a limit. That patience of hers worried Alex sometimes. She knew it translated into stubbornness. Alex would be crossing that bridge when she came to it. Besides, patience was not particularly among her virtues.

The unlikeliness of their circumstances occasionally would strike Alex, surprise her. She had slept with so many women she went to law school with, she had slept with plenty of colleagues, and many friends, some of them often-- none of them so consistently yet so casually as Casey. She was undemanding and enthusiastic at once.

“I wish we didn’t have to go into work tomorrow,” Casey said

“Why are you looking at the clock?” Alex replied. “Focus.”

Casey exhaled. “I know, it’s just,” she started. She was interrupted by a moan when Alex flattened her palm and squeezed, “less time for this.”

“It is a shame,” Alex said, “we really have been doing a lot of ‘this,’ haven’t we?”

“It feels like we’ve been fucking for seventy-two hours straight, yeah.” Alex grinned. She kissed Casey, then spoke.

“A little less than that.” Alex sat back, beckoning Casey to follow her. “We didn’t see each other until noon on Friday.” Casey laughed. That had been a long lunch indeed. Alex had vowed to come in early Monday to make up for that and the early evening they’d called. Looking at the clock now, that was seeming less and less likely. She begun taking Casey’s crewneck off and let her finish that job. Alex stretched her neck. She ran her hand along Casey’s collarbone and smiled when that got her a twitch.

“One more week…” Casey trailed off. Alex felt herself pout. “We’re going to be so busy.”

“I know,” Alex said. “Too busy for ‘this,’” she grazed the skin of Casey’s pale breast with her lips. Casey let out an exaggerated sigh. “Not to mention…”

“I know,” said Casey.

“It’s too bad,” said Alex. “Why did we take the job again?”

“Make a difference,” Casey said, unconvinced. Alex laughed, nothing more than an exhale.

“Yeah,” said Alex, “I guess.” The two of them knew how important this opportunity could be for them, to say nothing of how good they would be at it. Right now, though, with her friend of many years half-nude in front of her, Alex questioned her sanity. Casey idly slid a hand through Alex’s hair. She arched and hummed when Alex circled her tongue around, like she always did. She saw the clock against her will, and resolved to hurry up a little. She ghosted her hand over Casey’s shorts, at her hip, then between her legs.

It wasn’t that Jack McCoy would care that they were having sex, and it wasn’t that Alex thought it was inherently wrong to sleep with your coworkers. They were just going to be completely enmeshed in each others’ work lives. And she could acknowledge that when they weren’t in the same bed. Casey’s body responded to the gentle pressure. Alex removed her own shirt. Casey reached a hand up and took one of Alex’s in it. She kissed her knuckles. Alex appreciated the sweetness of the gesture.

It was chilly. It had almost hit 70 today, but the night was reminding her that it was still only March. Her open window had been their only exposure to the beautiful day, having only left the rumpled bed for coffee, breakfast (Casey had insisted on at least some food), and breakfast for dinner. The newspaper was on the floor, as well as several rounds of clothes, a detective novel that Casey was reading (weird choice in Alex’s opinion), and a few errant work files. There were two glasses of ice water on the side table, and Alex took a sip from one, which could have originally been hers or not.

Casey made an eep noise when Alex’s cold lips touched her stomach, then lower. She slipped two fingers on each hand under the waistband of Casey’s shorts and pulled. They had easily discarded the need for undergarments days ago, and Alex sat up to take in a favorite, familiar sight of hers, Casey nude on her back in the moonlight, the curls of her ample red bush, her hard nipples. Casey smiled up at her, and Alex went back to where she was. She took in the scent she knew so well.

“You know,” she said, resting her head against Casey’s right thigh for a moment.

“Hm,” said Casey, who never seemed to mind Alex’s propensity for having full on conversations during sex.

“I am going to miss getting to do this with you.”

“Me too,” said Casey. She wiggled a bit, getting comfortable. When Alex finally touched her, tasted her wetness, her tongue ever-so-light against Casey’s clit, her sounds of pleasure filled the room like fragrant smoke. “I’m going to miss it too.”

---

Their three-day marathon turned out to have been a smart move, because they saw almost none of each other during their last week in separate bureaus. Alex got swept up into her last case in Homicide, Casey had to put out several of the bureaucratic fires she was eager to leave behind in Appeals (she had expressed to Alex on more than one occasion just how ready she was to get out of there). The most they managed was happy hour on Thursday, and that hardly counted— Rubirosa and Cutter had been there too.

What’s more, Alex had come down with a (mid-spring? It was unfair) cold the next day, which had spoiled their plans for one last hurrah. Casey, germaphobe that she was, had dropped off a quart of chicken soup with rice (the kind she made when someone really needed it, that turned to jello in the fridge) on Alex’s stoop with a note that read get better before Monday, or else. It had made Alex laugh. She sent Casey an angry text in response, blaming her for a coughing fit that sent her back to bed.

She did feel better Monday morning, and came in energized and ready to take on their new challenge. From the moment she walked in, Casey projected that hard-won, unshaken confidence that Alex knew she had in her. Casey knocked on her open door, box in hand, just a minute or two after Alex started unpacking.

“You look good,” Casey said.

“Good morning to you too, Casey,” said Alex, putting down a paperweight.

“No, I mean,” Casey said with a smile, “you don’t look sick.”

“That’s very nice of you to say,” said Alex.

“Good morning, Alex.” Casey said, grinning now, starting over. Nobody else had arrived yet. Alex wasn’t surprised that they’d had the same idea. She look a deep breath.

“You ready?” Alex asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” Casey shrugged and nodded towards her office across the hallway.

---

Casey leaned back in her office chair, hands above her head. She puffed out her cheeks and closed her eyes. Their eyes met when she opened them, and Casey raised her hand in a half-wave, holding her fountain pen. Alex put down the journal she was reading and walked across the hall. She perched on the arm of the blue couch against the other wall.

They had never really worked together before. It really felt like they were collaboratively building the department from the ground up to their specifications. They’d been brought even closer in a matter of weeks. They were usually the first ones in and the last ones out.

“Do I need to kick you out?” Asked Alex.

“You do not have that authority,” said Casey.

“Sorry,” said Alex, “do I need to encourage you to leave?”

Casey took a deep breath. “That depends,” she said.

“On?” Said Alex, slipping into the banter they’d always saved for private places.

“On what I get if I do,” Casey replied, “because I really need to finish this opening statement.”

“You have a couple days still,” said Alex, “I’m the one who has court tomorrow.” She checked her watch. It was almost ten o’clock.

“And I know for a fact you finished yours three days ago.” Casey set down her pen. Alex bit her lip and saw Casey’s eyes dart there. Alex thought for a split second about slowing this down.

“Maybe,” she said instead. “What you get… do you want whisky or wine? Because I have both.”

Casey raised her eyebrows. “Shame,” she said. “I’ve been daydreaming about a gin and tonic.”

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” Alex said.

---

“You know, I thought you would take me somewhere a little classier,” said Casey as they walked in to the brightly lit store. Alex looked back at her. She cocked her head to the side.

“They have the actual good stuff,” she said.

“I see,” said Casey. She brushed her hand against Alex’s. “Always looking out for me.”

“You know me,” said Alex, locating the Botanist. She got the shop attendant to unlock it.

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t found certain aspects of her new position challenging, frustrating even. Casey’s emerald green sweater was on the list, as was her silver necklace.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t gone long periods of time without sleeping together before. Even without Alex’s time away or the monogamous relationships they’d both been in, they had gone months before, because of circumstances (once, because Casey had taken a temporary vow of celibacy). It had never taken a great amount of willpower before, but she was having a little trouble not kissing Casey in the fluorescent light of this liquor store.

“Alex,” said Casey. “Did you want something else?”

“Hm,” she said, “no, no. I have some tonic.”

“Limes?” Casey looked amused, like she knew she’d caught her.

“They have them at the register.” Alex double checked she’d gotten the right bottle. Casey placed her hand between Alex’s shoulder blades and turned Alex that way. Alex’s skin tingled.

---

“I promise I tried,” Casey said. She leaned forward and put her glass down on Alex’s counter, having only had a couple sips.

“Oh?” said Alex. “Tried what?”

“Not to do this,” she said, and took Alex’s hand, pulling her towards her, then touching her cheek with the other hand, kissed her.

“Yeah,” said Alex, inches away from Casey’s lips, “me too.” The hand that was on Alex’s cheek laced into her hair. The kiss grew deep and hungry.

“It’s hard when you’re across the hallway,” Casey said. “My resolve wears thin.” Alex’s chest rose and fell with a deep breath.

“Tell me again why we thought this was a good idea,” said Alex, playing with Casey’s necklace.

“I don’t remember,” said Casey. “We’re the best people for the job,” she revised.

“Ugh,” said Alex. “The curse of the competent.” Casey laughed.

“You do know what you’re doing,” she said. Alex raised her eyebrows.

“I do,” she said, “don’t I?” Casey rolled her eyes. Alex dropped the necklace and playfully pushed away from her. “You’re not so clueless yourself.” Casey pulled her back.

“Yeah,” she said. Alex kissed her this time and felt Casey smiling into it, parting her lips. “Not my fault you look at me like that.”

“Guess so,” said Alex. “My apologies.” Casey smirked.

“You sound very apologetic.” She said.

“Deeply,” said Alex. “I missed you, Casey,” she said, honesty winning over sarcasm.

“I missed you, too,” said Casey quietly, warmly, and kissed her again.

---

It was different in the morning. Alex made them coffee like she always did, early riser she was. The air smelled like spring, the morning sun shone through her window, birds cheeped.

Casey emerged from her bedroom in a pair of her sweats and a tank top. Alex looked at her and saw her friend, her colleague; and when she wished her a good morning, smiling at her fondly, something entirely new.

They’re girlfriends, YOUR HONOUR

My cutie pie (i’m rewatching it just so i could look at her)