#Alex Cabot daughter

[ravensinthedaylight]

Person over phone: We have your kid. Alex Cabot: What are your demands? Person on phone: ARE YOU INSANE?!? THE SCHOOL IS CLOSING, COME AND GET HER NOW!!!!

[elizabethsnuts]

Late Nights

Calex x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Alex have trouble getting to sleep so the two of you play games while you let Casey rest.

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The apartment was quiet except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of New York City nightlife filtering through the closed windows. The soft glow of a lamp on the side table cast shadows around the living room, creating a cozy, dimly lit, environment.

Alex sat on the couch, her eyes heavy with fatigue but her mind refusing to let her rest. Insomnia had become an unwelcome but not unfamiliar companion, making the nights feel endless. She glanced at the clock on the wall—it was nearing 2 AM. Beside her, you were sitting restlessly. You were going through a sleep regression, waking up multiple times each night and demanding attention. It was exhausting for both Alex and Casey, but Alex insisted on letting her wife sleep.

Casey had been through a particularly gruelling week at work with back-to-back cases, uncooperative witnesses, endless paperwork and very many court sessions demanding every ounce of her energy and focus and Alex knew she needed her rest. She had promised herself that she would let Casey sleep through the night, even if it meant staying up and keeping you entertained. It’s not like she could sleep anyway.

You squirmed on the couch, your tiny fingers clutching your favourite stuffed duck. "Mummy, want Mama," you whispered, your voice plaintive.

Alex smoothed back your soft hair and kissed your forehead. "Mama needs to sleep, sweetheart. She's had a tough week. How about we play a quiet game instead?"

You pouted but nodded, your tired eyes shimmering with curiosity. Alex reached for a stack of picture cards she kept nearby for such moments. They were simple, colourful illustrations of animals, objects, and scenes designed to capture a toddler's attention.

"Okay, Y/N, let's play 'Find the Animal.' I'll describe an animal, and you have to find the right card. Ready?" Alex explained.

Your eyes lit up, and you sat up straighter. "Ready!"

"Alright," Alex said, suppressing a yawn. "This animal has a long neck and eats leaves from tall trees. Can you find it?"

Your face scrunched in concentration as you sifted through the cards. "Giraffe!" you exclaimed, holding up the correct card.

"That's right! Good job!" Alex praised in a whisper, feeling a small burst of pride despite her exhaustion.

The both of you continued the game, your giggles and excited answers filling the quiet room. As the minutes ticked by, Alex found herself smiling more and worrying less about the late hour. This moment, despite the fatigue and the challenges, felt precious.

Eventually, your energy began to wane, your movements slower and your eyelids drooping. Alex gently guided you to lie down on the couch, covering you with a soft baby blanket. She sang a lullaby in a hushed tone, hoping to lull you into sleep.

But you were not ready to give up just yet. "Mummy, want Mama," you murmured again, reaching out with your tiny hand.

Alex took your hand in hers, holding it gently. "I know, my love. Mama will be here in the morning. How about we count the stars on the ceiling? That can be our game until you fall asleep."

You nodded, your eyes already half-closed. Alex gently lifted you to rest on her chest and began to count in a soothing voice, pointing to the glow-in-the-dark stars they had stuck on the ceiling months ago. Slowly but surely, your breathing evened out, and you drifted off to sleep.

Alex sighed in relief, her own eyelids feeling unbearably heavy. She leaned back on the couch, intending to stay awake a little longer to make sure you were truly asleep. But the warmth of your little body on her chest and the soft hum of the TV lulled her into a deep, much-needed sleep.

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When Casey emerged from the bedroom the next morning, she was greeted by the sight of you and Alex curled up together on the couch, both sound asleep. She smiled tenderly, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

Quietly, Casey walked over and draped a blanket over Alex, who stirred slightly but didn’t wake. She kissed the both of you on the forehead before walking into the kitchen to start breakfast, feeling more refreshed and awake than she had in days.

As the smell of coffee filled the air, Alex's eyes fluttered open. She looked around, momentarily disoriented, before her gaze settled on Casey bustling in the kitchen. You were still asleep on her chest, clutching your stuffed duck.

"Morning," Alex whispered, careful not to wake you.

"Morning," Casey replied, leaning down to kiss Alex's forehead again. "You should go back to sleep. I've got Y/N."

Alex shook her head, stifling a yawn. "It's okay. I'm already up." She carefully disentangled herself from you, which earned her a quiet, sleepy whimper.

Casey nodded, giving her a soft smile. "How did it go last night?"

Alex stretched, feeling the remnants of fatigue in her muscles but also a sense of accomplishment. "We managed. Y/N/N had a hard time settling, but we played some games, and she eventually fell asleep."

Casey walked over with a cup of coffee, handing it to Alex. "Thank you for letting me sleep. I know it hasn't been easy."

Alex took a grateful sip of the coffee, savouring the warmth. "You're welcome. You needed the rest. Besides, it wasn’t like I could fall asleep anyway."

You suddenly stirred, your eyes fluttering open. You looked up at Alex, then over at Casey, a sleepy smile spreading across your face. "Mama!"

Casey scooped you into her arms, showering you with kisses. "Good morning, baby. Did you have fun with Mummy last night?"

You nodded, still half-asleep. "We play 'Find the Animal' and counted stars."

Casey looked over at Alex, her eyes filled with love before she looked back down at you. "Wow! That sounds like so much fun."

As the three of you sat together, enjoying the quiet morning and each other's company, the tiredness of the night before disappeared.

[taatianaad]

Beginner’s Pain

It was a Monday morning in the home of Alex Cabot and Casey Novak, and the sun was shining through the windows, lighting up the kitchen where Alex was preparing the morning coffee. Casey was sitting at the table, going over some documents while enjoying a cup of tea. It was a quiet morning, the kind of peace they both cherished before the day’s hustle began.

However, that peace was interrupted by a noise from upstairs, followed by a prolonged groan. Alex and Casey exchanged curious looks.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Alex remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Casey nodded, setting her papers aside. “I’ll go check on it.”

She headed upstairs with Alex close behind. As they reached the hallway, they heard another groan, this time accompanied by a whimper that they definitely recognized. It was Y/N, their 17-year-old daughter.

Casey gently knocked on Y/N’s bedroom door before opening it. What they saw left both of them on the verge of laughter.

Y/N was half-sitting in her bed, surrounded by messy blankets, with a pained expression on her face. She was moving slowly, as if any small effort was torture.

“What happened to you, honey?” Casey asked, though the amusement in her voice was evident.

Y/N let out a sigh and flopped back onto the bed. “Everything hurts, Mom,” she muttered. “Literally everything.”

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle a little as she approached the bed. “What did you do yesterday? Decide to climb a mountain without telling us?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but even that seemed to cause her pain. “No, I just worked out at home... but I think I overdid it a little.”

“Just a little?” Casey teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Doesn’t seem like your body agrees.”

Y/N winced. “I never thought working out could hurt this much.”

Alex and Casey exchanged another look, and this time they couldn’t contain their laughter. The laughter was soft and loving, not mocking, but definitely amused by the situation.

“It’s normal, Y/N,” Alex said, stroking her daughter’s hair. “The first day is always the hardest, especially if you’re not used to it.”

Casey nodded, trying to stifle her laughter. “Your body is adjusting. Just make sure not to do too much at once next time.”

Y/N sighed, though she felt a little better seeing her moms so relaxed about it. “Okay, but... how am I going to survive today? I can’t even get up without everything hurting.”

Alex smiled and stood up. “We’ll make you a good breakfast, and then you can take a hot bath. That should help ease the pain a bit.”

Casey stood up too, stretching. “And remember, the pain means your body is getting stronger. So in a way, this is a good thing!”

Y/N grimaced. “Yeah, if you put it like that... but it still hurts.”

With a smile, Alex and Casey let Y/N recover at her own pace, joking with each other about the days when they too had made the mistake of overdoing it with exercise.

That evening, after a day of rest and care, Y/N felt a little better, though the pain hadn’t completely gone away. When she joined her moms on the couch to watch a movie, she curled up between them, enjoying the feeling of being cared for.

“I’ll take it easy tomorrow,” Y/N said, more to herself than to her moms.

“Good idea,” Casey replied, giving her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, careful not to cause her more pain.

Alex smiled, running her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “We’re proud of you for trying. Just remember, balance is key.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a bit better knowing that her moms supported her in her efforts to stay in shape, though this time, she’d learn to listen to her body and not overdo it.

With a smile, she closed her eyes, enjoying the company of her moms and the comfort of knowing that no matter what she tried, they’d always be there to support her, even when all she wanted was not to move an inch more.

[wild-fleurs]

Oh & I also have this headcanon that when Alex is back & back together/they’re working on their relationship she sends Casey flowers which she used to do when they first started dating thinking it would be cute & make her happy but got really worried and confused why Casey got upset/a bit freaked out & had to be told about when Casey was attacked & how the ruse was flower delivery & Alex feels terrible for 1 sending the flowers/triggering her & 2 not knowing/not being there when it happened for Casey

(I also kind of think my they were married but separated angle could be used to explain that losing Casey is what made Alex throw herself into her work so much & maybe even so focused on Zapata because she was distracting herself from missing Casey or thought she didn’t have anything else to lose obviously not know if what would happen to her)

You know continuing my delusions, can you imagine if Alex and Casey were together all along? So when Alex “died,” Casey started visiting Alex’s mom because, despite being an old money, Upper East Side, house-in-the-Hampton kind of woman, she absolutely adores Casey. She never thought Alex would find someone who would love her as much as Casey does. And Casey loves her because she doesn’t talk to her own mom anymore and Alex’s mom actually enjoys her company.

So what if, when Alex “dies,” Casey starts visiting her? At first shy about it but then going there twice, maybe three times a week. Alex’s mom is happy to have that piece of her daughter still in her life, so she loves doting on Casey and treating her like her own.

Until Alex’s mom dies, and then Casey is left grieving yet another person, yet another part of Alex. And Alex is absolutely wrecked, unable to go to her mom’s funeral, forever regretting that she wasn’t there for her mom. It’s only when she comes back that she finds out Casey was visiting her, and it gave her at least some comfort in knowing her mom wasn’t alone in her grief. It leads to a very tearful, emotional Alex clinging to Casey and thanking her over and over again for it. From then on, they go to her grave together and put flowers up every weekend.

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MASTERLIST

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Can You Stay?

Texts from Olivia Benson

Eyes Open

When Worlds Collide (x daughter!reader)

Alex Blake (Criminal Minds)

What You Want (18+)

Inside Your Head

Texts from Alex Blake

Haircut

Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVU)

Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

What You Give

Texts from Alex Cabot (18+)

Carol Danvers (Marvel)

Forgetting

Find Your People (x sibling!reader)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

A Hard Day

Just Playing

Headcanons: Coming Out to Rosa Diaz as Transmasc

Passenger Princess

A Little Lunch

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

N/A

Lee Harker (Longlegs)

Cocooned

The Halloween Party

Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)

The Dogs

The Intruder

Fight or Flight (x daughter!reader)

Texts from Jennifer "JJ" Jareau (18+)

The Aftermath

Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games)

Home Again

Casey Novak (Law & Order: SVU)

Clueless

Someone Will See

First Time (18+)

Sunday Mornings

She Likes You Anyway

Empty House (18+)

You're Safe Now

Home for the Holidays

Take Me Out to the Ball Game (18+)

I Need You To

Your Brother's Wedding

Casey Novak x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Panic! At the DA's Office

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

May the Fourth Be With You

Changes

With the Crack of a Bat

Just One Kiss

Texts from Casey Novak

They Go Low

Getting Older, Too

Interrogations

When Worlds Collide

Frozen Oranges

Maggie Pierce (Grey's Anatomy)

Just as Friends

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

The Surprise Series Masterlist

Coming Out

Let Me Keep You Safe (18+)

Emily Prentiss x Reader Headcanons

Shelter from the Storm

Don't Lie to Me

Burning (18+)

Tracing You

Tiny (x daughter!reader)

Doxxed

Control (18+)

The World's Largest Box of Condoms (x daughter!reader)

Touchy (18+)

Texts from Emily Prentiss (18+)

White Fang

Arizona Robbins (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

N/A

Amelia Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy)

Sick Call

Aces

Tea for Two

Strap Up (18+)

Postpartum (18+)

Playing It Safe (18+)

You're Mine (18+)

The R Word

Left Unsaid (18+)

Texts from Amelia Shepherd (18+)

Callie Torres (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Cristina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

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[theartofcollapse]

omg yes thank you!!!

so could it be a casey novak x f reader? r had twin girls who are now 8- victoria and madison. Casey's been raising them with r since they were about 4 idk maybe a mama and mommy situation

(I don't like that one episode where the little girl with two moms calls her not biological mom "mommy zoe" idk just sounds funky😭)

just for dramas sake can u make it so Casey's been working svu for a couple weeks or more by now but all of them still have that attitude with her they had in her first episode, not really liking her compared to alex (I love me some drama😛)

BUT THEY DONT EVEN TRY TO GET TO KNOW HER OR ANYTHING ABOUT HER LE GASP😨

so imagine their surprise when one day somehow idk how they see two identical little girls with casey and some other lady mhm mhm drama drama👉🙂‍↕️ maybe they show up to the office or sum idk..?

(sorry if this is weird 😭 but if you can write it, bless your beautiful soul🥹🙏 which tbh I'd still say anyways bc I love your casey and alex fics🙏🙏🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

(also u definitely probably don't care but I was thinking twins bc twins run in my family and ugh I wish I was a twin frfr😒😮‍💨 also i have THREE victorias in my family so the name follows me everywhere and I just like the name madison anyways 100% manifesting my future rn thanks for listening to my ted talk ok adios friend)

THANK YOU🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

a/n: thank you for requesting, babe, i hope it turned out how you imagined. summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 1K

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Picture Perfect - Casey Novak

Casey sat at her desk in the precinct’s bullpen, flipping through yet another file while the steady hum of chatter and ringing phones surrounded her. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d joined the Special Victims Unit as their ADA, and though she was professional to a fault, the distance between her and the detectives was palpable.

They hadn’t been outright rude, but they weren’t warm either. Casey could sense their lingering loyalty to Alex Cabot, the previous ADA, who had left massive shoes to fill. Even Olivia, who was typically approachable, seemed to be holding back. It was frustrating, but Casey was used to handling adversity. What mattered to her now was doing her job and doing it well.

Still, there were moments when the isolation stung more than she liked to admit. Especially since Casey’s life outside of work was so full and vibrant. She had you, her partner, and your twin daughters, Victoria and Madison, who had been her family for the past four years. The girls had been four when Casey entered their lives, and now, at eight, they didn’t just call her “Mama”, they meant it.

Casey glanced at the clock on her computer screen, a small smile creeping onto her lips. It was almost lunchtime, and she had made plans for you and the girls to meet her at the precinct. You had suggested surprising her, and Casey couldn’t wait to see the looks on Victoria and Madison’s faces when they saw the police station.

When the clock hit noon, Casey grabbed her coat and headed out of her office door, her mind already filled with thoughts of laughter and fun that awaited her. 

You arrived at the precinct with Victoria and Madison in tow, their small hands gripping yours as they stared wide-eyed at the towering building. Madison, ever the curious one, tilted her head back dramatically.

“Mommy, is this where Mama works?” she asked, her voice laced with awe.

“Yes, sweetheart,” you replied with a laugh. “And if we’re lucky, we’ll get to see her before she comes downstairs.”

Victoria tugged on your other hand. “Do you think Mama will let us see the cool detective stuff?”

“We’ll have to ask her,” you said, pushing the heavy precinct door open.

The squad room was buzzing with activity as you stepped inside. All eyes turned toward you as you entered, and a heavy silence fell over the room. Detectives Benson, Stabler, Tutuola, and Munch exchanged surprised glances. 

“Can I help you?” Olivia asked, stepping forward with her usual mix of authority and curiosity.

Before you could answer, a familiar voice rang out.

“Mommy, look! Mama!” Victoria shouted, her face lighting up as she spotted Casey emerging from the stairwell.

Casey’s expression softened immediately. She crouched down as both girls ran toward her, catching them in a warm embrace. “Hey, my girls!” she said, her voice full of love.

You followed behind, a warm smile on your face as you watched the reunion. Casey stood, holding Madison’s hand while Victoria clung to her side. She met your eyes, her own filled with affection. “Hey, you,” she greeted, leaning in to kiss you softly on the cheek.

The squad watched the entire interaction with stunned silence.

“Mama, can we eat now?” Madison asked, tugging at Casey’s sleeve. “I’m starving.”

Casey chuckled. “Yes, we can eat now. Come on, let’s find a cool restaurant.”

It was only when you were halfway out the door that Olivia found her voice.

“Wait a second. Casey?”

Casey stopped, turning back toward the squad. “Yes?”

Olivia gestured vaguely toward you and the twins. “Are you going to… introduce us?”

Casey glanced at you, her expression unreadable, and then back at the detectives. “This is Y/N, my partner. And these are our daughters, Victoria and Madison.”

“Mama, I told you I’m Madison Rose Y/L/N Novak,” Madison corrected, placing her hands on her hips.

Casey smirked. “My apologies, Madison Rose Y/L/N Novak.”

“Wait,” Fin interjected, his brow furrowed. “You have kids?”

“Yes,” Casey said simply, her tone making it clear that she didn’t see why this was such a surprise.

The detectives exchanged another round of glances, clearly trying to process this new information. Before anyone could say more, Casey turned back to you and guided you all toward the elevators.

Later that day, when the precinct had quieted down, Olivia found Casey sitting at her desk, reviewing a file. She hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting on the edge of the desk.

“Hey,” Olivia said softly.

Casey looked up, her expression guarded. “Detective Benson. What can I do for you?”

Olivia sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “I just… wanted to apologize if we’ve been unfair to you.”

Casey raised an eyebrow. “That’s not necessary.”

“No, it is,” Olivia insisted. “We’ve been holding you to Alex’s standard, and that’s not fair. We didn’t give you a chance, and I’m sorry.”

Casey’s features softened slightly, though she still seemed wary. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Olivia hesitated again, then asked, “Why didn’t you tell us about your family?”

Casey set down the file and leaned back in her chair. “Because it’s personal. And, frankly, I didn’t think you cared.”

Olivia winced. “That’s fair. But we do care. Or at least, we should.” She paused, then added, “Your girls are adorable, by the way. Madison seems like a handful.”

Casey’s lips quirked into a small smile. “She is. But I wouldn’t trade her or Victoria for anything.”

“Y/N seems great too, and she’s extremely gorgeous.” Olivia said. “You’ve got a good thing going.”

“I do,” Casey agreed, her voice softening. “They’re my world.”

For the first time since she joined the squad, Casey felt a sense of acceptance. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

And for now, that was enough.

[tunemyart]

The thing about Alex Cabot that I keep coming back to is that even in her earliest, most "I must follow the letter of the law" blonde bob and power suit days, she still has an enormous reputation with judges for finding loopholes that she can twist to suit her arguments and her own sense of justice, to the point that they call her out on it! That is in fact one of the biggest points of her character! Right there from the beginning!

So say, just for example, that you're watching one of her earliest episodes: Season 2, episode 11, "Abuse." If you haven't watched it recently, this is the one where Olivia Benson becomes attached to a superstar singer's daughter who is hurting herself as a cry for attention due to her parents' neglect. Alex gets involved because Olivia asks her to and Alex is, as always, unable to resist a direct appeal from Olivia.* She finagles a perfectly legal way for the daughter to be removed from the home - bypassing family court, which, when they end up there as planned, does not earn her any favors with the judge.

Again, to reiterate: this is eleven whole episodes into Alex Cabot's entire character.

*another longstanding character trait, by the way, that I can't believe I don't see discussed more often because it makes me insane - and which is similarly seeded right here at the very beginning of Alex's character, before Alex and Olivia could even really be called friends!

[ihaveathingforwomen]

Something New - Calex One Shot

Warnings: stepcest, grooming, mention of stalking, loss of virginity, smidge of homophobia, compulsive heterosexuality, age gap (no minors!!!), nudity, strap-on, dildo, lube, anal.

Summary: Casey is overwhelmed by all of the problems in her life, including still being a virgin at 25, and her step-mother, Alexandra Cabot offers to help her resolve one her problems.

Word Count: 7.4k

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Over the last few years, Casey Novak’s life has been turned upside down. With her parents’ recent divorce, her father’s remarriage to one of her law school professors, and starting law school a virgin, Casey doesn’t know where to start tackling problems. Her faith in Catholicism has been unwavering up until her father’s remarriage. Since then, she has noticed her struggle to believe in God has been intermingling with her growing infatuation with women, typically older women. In vehement attempts to push her temptation down, Casey begins a relationship with her friend Charlie, also a law student, and someone her father approves of. Her step-mother, however, seems to despise him. 

Casey’s step-mother, Alexandra Cabot, or Alex as she requested Casey call her, has taken the young woman under her wing. As a professor of law at the school Casey elected to attend, she makes a pointed effort to see Casey any opportunity she gets. She often asks her to come to her office, or they meet for lunch to discuss Casey’s classes, or she’ll come find Casey in the library. Any time Charlie is around, she finds a way to pull Casey away from him or make him uncomfortable enough to leave. During these meetings, particularly the private ones, Alex enjoys sitting close to Casey, holding her hand, kissing her head, hugging her - any opportunity to touch her step-daughter, to show her she loves her as her own. 

Casey hasn’t questioned it much, attributing the affection to Alex’s desire to make her husband proud. At home, Alex’s hand was always placed affectionately on her back or thigh, they would cuddle on the couch watching movies, and Alex would always dote on her. Casey’s father always praised the behavior, happy to come home to his girls getting along so well, and voicing his appreciation to Alex for treating his precious daughter so well. He would try to be affectionate with Alex as a way of showing his thanks, but Casey noticed she’d always squirm or seem a bit apprehensive at the interaction. Her father never seemed to push though, respecting her boundaries. 

One Friday evening, Casey’s father was on a business trip for the weekend and Charlie had asked her out on a date. Of course, her parents encouraged it, though their attitudes were different. Her father was elated but her step-mother seemed rather passive aggressive. Casey attributed her feelings to the fact she would be missing her weekly “Movie Date,” as Alex affectionately called them. Every Friday night since her father and Alex started dating seriously, she and Alex would have movie nights where they would share snacks and pick a movie together, snuggling on the couch at home. It was a nice contrast to the cool detachment of her actual mother. Alex was always a comfort for Casey, which was proven this particular night. 

Late into the evening, Alex received a panicked phone call from her step-daughter, requesting she come pick her up from the seedy bowling alley where their date was supposed to be. Naturally, Alex took Casey’s panic seriously and made her way over. When she arrived, Casey was standing outside in the pouring rain, tears streaming down her cheeks. She got into the car, arms folded across her chest, and unwilling to talk, despite Alex’s calm coaxing. At home, Alex set her in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her shivering body while she put some comfort clothes in the dryer. When they were done, she helped Casey undress, standing by as she peeled the clothes off of her body and taking them to the washing machine when she’d gathered them all. 

After she dressed and started to warm up, Alex took her into the living room, setting her on the couch and ordering pizza. While they waited, Alex sat on the couch and pulled Casey into her lap, resting Casey’s head on her shoulder. 

“Tell me what happened, baby,” Alex coaxes, rubbing Casey’s back and kissing her forehead. 

Casey sighs, wiping tears from her eyes as she looks up at her step-mother. Her heart aches for a moment and her core vibrates. Ignoring it, she sniffles as she responds, “Charlie broke up with me…” 

Alex tries to hide her pleasant surprise, pulling Casey back into her chest and squeezing her tight. “I’m sorry, baby…” she pulls her way, cupping her cheeks, “but it’ll be okay. He was no good for you anyway.” 

Casey scoffs, rolling her eyes as more tears fall, “More like I was no good for him…” 

Alex furrows her brow, “What do you mean, honey?” 

Casey turns back and looks Alex in the eyes, her blue irises always reminding Casey of comfort. She sighs, feeling inferior, “He found out that I’m a virgin…” she whispers. 

Again, Alex tries to hide her pleasure, though her mind runs rampant with ideas and visions. “Well, that shouldn’t matter…” she tries to reassure, “you shouldn’t give away your virginity to someone like him, anyway.” An idea makes its way to her mouth as she sits up a little straighter, stroking her thumb over Casey’s face and glancing at her lips, “you should give it to someone who truly loves you and cares about you.” 

Casey nods in defeat and nuzzles herself back into her step-mother’s neck. The older woman, caring and loving as ever, rubs her step-daughter’s back, holding and squeezing her thigh, kissing her head. The night goes on and Alex can’t help herself as she imagines the younger woman. After pizza, they watch their movie and Alex drapes her legs across Casey’s, letting the younger woman hold her thighs and knees, squeezing and stroking them softly. When the movie is over, Alex takes the remote and turns off the TV, dragging her hand over Casey’s shoulder as she relaxes back. 

“Honey?” Alex asks. Casey looks at her expectantly, eyes wide and innocent. “Has your father had the talk with you?” 

Casey blushes and shakes her head, “No. He says that sex is only for procreation and meant to be done with someone you love.” Alex nods her head slowly, brows furrowed in confusion. “He told me that I’ll know who that someone is when the time comes, and that we’ll know what to do.” Casey gives a sidelong frown, sighing in disappointment. 

Alex motions for her to lay back against the arm of the couch, something Casey does often for her step-mother when needing comfort. Once she does so, Alex moves to lay next to her, cupping her face so that the redhead looks up at her. “What do you know about sex, baby?” Her tone is inquisitive and does not alert Casey. 

She shrugs as her step-mother brushes the hair from her face. “I dunno. I know it’s supposed to be with someone I love, or at least like, but I haven’t ever met a boy that I like…” she quirks her lip up in disgust, “at least not like that.” 

Alex chuckles, taking a reassuring breath. “Have you considered that you might not like boys?” 

Casey furrows her brow, tilting her head at her mother. “What do you mean?” 

Alex smiles, running her tongue over her lip, not noticing how Casey’s pupils swell as she watches. “Have you ever thought about kissing anyone?” 

“Oh yeah!” Casey nods, expression turning happy. 

“Well, who do you think about when you imagine kissing someone?” 

Casey frowns, her forehead scrunching in thought. “Mmmm,” she starts, biting her lip. Alex grins at the sight, “I’ve thought about kissing Linda a few times.” She admits sheepishly. 

“Linda from school?” Alex clarifies. Casey nods, trying to hide her smile. “You might like girls, baby.” 

Casey scoffs, “what?” She retorts in disbelief. She averts her eyes in thought, “I thought that I wasn’t supposed to, that it’s not normal?” The statement becomes a question as it trickles from her mouth while she gazes lovingly into her mother’s eyes. 

Alex grins and shakes her head, eyes closed for a moment, “it’s perfectly normal, Case. So is sex.” Casey sits up a little bit more, their lips inches apart as Alex watches her squirm in confusion.

“Wait…” Casey begins, closing her eyes as she thinks. “Two girls can have sex?” Alex nods kurtley and Casey looks up with curious eyes. “Have you ever…” she starts to ask but trails off as she gets lost in her blue eyes. 

Blood rushes to Alex’s cheeks and she averts her eyes, glad the conversation is going the direction she wanted. “Yes, I have. I dated a woman before your father.” 

Casey looks around the room, an impulsive vision of her step-mother naked flashes in her mind. “What was it like?” 

Alex chuckles, “better than anything with your father. She could make me come any time I wanted,” she tells her matter-of-factly. 

Casey giggles, bringing her hands up to her cheeks as her chest swarms from Alex’s smile. “Why did you marry him then?” She asks, intrigue written on her face. She’d never heard a statement so scandalous, one so tempting. 

Alex swallows, reminding herself that Casey didn’t even recognize her when she began dating her father. Her months spent following the young woman are kept successfully in the shadows. “Oh, baby, he just wanted to marry into the money.” 

Casey sighs, “Oh. So you don’t love him?” Her tone is hopeful, almost. 

Alex chuffs, “I care about him. I love you, though.” 

“Oh.” Casey says, her cheeks turning dark red as she hides her smile. “So, what was it like with that woman?” 

Alex bites her lip, avoiding the question for a moment. “Why don’t I show you sometime?” Casey doesn’t flinch. “Just between you and me. Maybe for your birthday?” 

Casey’s heart begins to race, Alex’s body against hers, her lips so close, proposing something so sinful. Before she can refrain from temptation, she blurts, “I would love that.” 

Over the next month or so, Alex begins devising the perfect scene for her step-daughter. Her husband, as loving as he is, is devoted to his work. Because of this, he feels immense guilt for having to travel the week of his daughter’s birthday. Alex reassures him that Casey will be alright, that she’s helped Casey to make plans with friends and celebrate the whole week. He doesn’t entirely believe that she’s unhurt by his absence until he informs her of the trip and she reassures him that her step-mother, his wife, has made plenty of arrangements to celebrate. She tosses a glinting smile at Alex when she says this to him. 

During that month, Alex began preparing Casey for their project together. She secretly gifted her porn magazines one week, sitting with her and flipping through them as she shows her all of the unique positions the models do, the way that some parts work, and what holes feel the best. Casey is wide eyed the whole time, her eyes lingering on each of the women. By the end, Alex leaves her to herself and she realizes that her underwear feel damp. The next week, Alex buys her a few expensive lingerie sets. On the drive home from campus, she has Casey open the boxes. That weekend, with her father gone, Alex encourages her to model them. Casey does so, ecstatic when her mother tells her how beautiful she is and how proud she is of her blooming confidence. 

The next weekend, as they quickly approach Casey’s birthday, Alex picks her favorite set and asks Casey to practice her poses, like the models in the magazines. Casey hesitates at first, lacking confidence in herself. After coaxing from Alex though, she does as instructed. She dresses in the bathroom and then marches to her bedroom where Alex waits at the edge of the bed, patiently. Alex fights every urge to touch herself while she waits, knowing it will be worth it by the time Casey’s birthday comes around. When Casey finally emerges from the bathroom with a tight and thin red lacy one piece, Alex is in awe. For a second she feels her self-control slipping, the urge to push Casey onto the bed overwhelming her. 

She stands and circles Casey, who is waiting sheepishly, watching Alex lap her like a shark. “Is everything okay?” she whispers. 

Alex halts in front of her, inspecting her head to toe as a wry smile rises to her face. “Everything is perfect, baby. Can you get on the bed for me?” Casey does as she’s told, excitement coursing through her veins. 

Casey sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for further instructions. “Okay,” Alex starts as she tilts her head back and forth, inspecting Casey’s figure. “Cross your legs at the ankles,” Casey moves her legs, face flat, “good good,” Alex praises. “Now, Put one hand between your legs and the other around your throat.” 

Casey takes a moment to decide which hand is doing what, “like this?” Her hand around her throat, softly, and her head level, hand loose between her thighs. 

“Almost,” Alex tells her and then moves in to adjust her. She tilts Casey’s head backwards, dangling her hair over and staring into her green eyes, smirking. She shoves the hand between Casey’s thighs deeper, then pushes it so it’s flesh against her mound. Alex stands back, and grabs her personal polaroid camera from the dresser, aiming it at her daughter. “You look so gorgeous, Case,” she snaps the picture. 

Casey lets go of herself, feeling her core start to heat up as she watches Alex shake the picture, waiting for it to develop. Casey watches in hopes of more praise, relaxing when she sees Alex smile wide at the sight of the photo. “Fuck, you look so good, baby,” Alex coos. Casey’s chest begins to redden, unsure whether she’d ever heard her step-mother curse in front of her. 

“Okay, can you get all the way onto the bed for me?” Alex asks kindly, setting the first photo down on the nightstand. Casey nods, scooting back onto the bed. “Lay your back against the pillows…okay, good, baby. Now, spread your legs, mhm, now bend your knees.” Alex feels herself begin to salivate at the sight of Casey’s legs spread for her. “Put one hand on your knee and the other in your hair, just like the magazine, love,” she instructs. This time, Casey needed no adjustments. She recalls the photo Alex is referring to, remembering how she had thought it looked just like Alex and wishing she could see her that way. Alex snaps the photo and Casey closes her legs as Alex shakes out the photo once more. 

“You’re so tempting, Case…” she sets the photo down, “you should be more confident in yourself.” 

Casey smiles, feeling a wave of confidence wash over herself, “yes ma’am,” she responds. 

“You’re such a good girl, you take direction really well, baby.” Alex grins wide as she thinks of her next pose. “Ooh, can you get on all fours for me? Still on the bed.” Casey nods, and tries to stand with her feet and hands on the bed. Aled giggles and sets down the camera as she goes to adjust the younger woman. “On your knees and elbows,” she directs. Casey nods in understanding and repositions. “Good, now, arch your back inwards.” She steps away to watch and Casey does as she’s told, turning to look at Alex for approval. 

“Like this, Alex?” 

Alex stares, Casey’s breasts brushing against the bed, her hair covering her face. “Nearly,” Alex tells her, and goes to press her hips downward. She then slides a hand between Casey’s legs, pushing them further apart. Casey feels an internal burn as the fabric covering her pussy becomes wetter. 

Alex returns to the dresser, able to see Casey’s ass framed perfectly by the lingerie, her pussy just barely peeking out from the sides, and her muscular thighs firm and plump for the photo. She raises her camera and clicks, “You look delectable, baby. Stay just like that, we’re going to do one more.” She shakes the photo and Casey starts to feel an intuitive movement. She pushes her stomach down, stretching her arms long and flat against the bed, and turning her head to the side as her thighs spread further apart. When Alex looks up, the breath leaves her lungs. She can’t fight it much more as she walks up to Casey, taking a tight grip of her ass, making Casey yelp. 

“You did this all by yourself?” Alex coos questioningly as she gives Casey’s ass a light smack before dragging her fingers down the back of her thighs and ghosting over her center. “You’re such a good model, Case! I’m so pleased with you,” she states. “Now, only one thing will make this better for me, okay?” 

“Mhmm,” Casey shakes her ass a little bit for Alex. Alex fights a heavy urge, “whatever you want, Alex. You’re teaching me so much!” 

“You’re a good student, you make it so easy.” Alex runs her hand up Casey’s ass, latching a finger underneath the thin fabric and coming down, brushing over Casey’s pussy. She flinches, not expecting the touch. Alex pulls the fabric to the side, revealing Casey’s plush pink lips and it’s brown pubic hair. Alex grins at the knowledge. “Can you hold this to the side for me?” She holds the fabric and waits for Casey to take it between her fingers. 

Alex drags her fingers down the wet slit as she steps away, feeling herself start to become bothered and impatient. She lifts her camera and snaps another photo. The photos became part of an ever growing collection as their relationship flourishes. Alex shows them to Casey, causing her confidence to grow more and more. Alex keeps them though, saving them for the few times Casey isn’t home, pleasuring herself with the sight. 

Finally, the time has come for Casey’s birthday. Casey begins the morning bright and early in bed with her step-mother. They’d watched a movie together and fallen asleep, Casey tight in Alex’s arms. When she woke, Alex’s hand was secured tightly on her breast, and she smirked as the feeling brought warmth to her body. She peels Alex’s hand away and rolls over, their breaths hot on each other. She strokes Alex’s face, kissing her nose softly in hopes of waking her. With great success, Alex is greeted by Casey’s shimmering blue eyes. 

“Good morning,” she whispers. 

“Morning,” Casey whispers back. 

“Do you want your first birthday present?” 

Casey nods, a smile spread wide across her cheeks. Alex takes a deep inhale, and raises her hand to cup her cheek. She brings her in and presses her lips against Casey’s, soft and chaste at first. She pulls away, giving Casey time to think. She watches the redhead’s expression, eyes closed and mouth agape in pleasure. Casey places her hand on Alex’s face and pulls her in, kissing her harsher this time. Alex moans delightedly, slipping her tongue over Casey’s bottom lip. Casey takes the initiative and slips her own tongue out, now mingling it with the older woman, whimpering happily when Alex sucks her tongue. 

Alex’s hands start to wander Casey’s body, feeling every curve available to her. She starts to feel the need to get carried away, and pulls their lips apart. 

Casey whines, upset that her mother has withdrawn, “how about we take a shower and I’ll show you some nice things?” Alex smiles when Casey nods with excitement. 

They get out of the bed and Alex takes the younger woman’s hand, leading her into the master bathroom, which Casey rarely gets to use. Alex takes the opportunity to sit on the lid of the toilet and instruct Casey how to remove her clothing. First, she takes off her shirt, groping her breasts and trailing her hands downward with Alex’s watchful eye. When she arrives at her pj shorts, Alex insists she turn around and then remove them. When she finishes, Alex praises her and asks her to get into the shower, stepping away to remove her own clothing. 

At the sliding shower door, Casey hesitates. “Alex?”

“Hmm?” She turns around, concerned, her finger laid on her chin. 

Casey’s eyes flick up and down Alex’s body, “can I help you undress?” She asks in a shaky tone. 

Alex grins, a bit surprised at Casey’s forward request, and a bit shy, too. “Sure,” she approaches the younger woman again. 

Casey takes the bottom of Alex’s shirt and lifts it over her head, scraping her fingertips past Alex’s breasts as she does. With the shirt gone, Casey stares at Alex’s breasts, lips parted and tongue salivating. She gulps as her hands mindlessly move to Alex’s shorts, her fingers pinching the hem. Alex, proud of her step-daughter’s attraction and initiative, reaches for Casey’s hands. She removes them from the hem and drags Casey’s palms up her body, placing them on her breasts. 

Casey takes them in her hand, gingerly, “A-Alex…is this okay? Am I doing this right?” 

Alex grins, watching the inexperienced woman’s expression, “It’s okay, you’re doing so well. Squeeze them a little,” Casey does as she’s told and Alex groans at the sensation. “Try pinching my nipples, baby,” she instructs. 

Casey, tongue edging on the precipice of her mouth, adjusts her hands to squeeze the older woman’s nipples between her fingertips. When she does, Alex lets out a high whine, tilting her head back. Casey watches in awe, fear beginning to subside. The heat arises in her core again. Alex tilts her head back down and takes Casey’s hands, loosening them, and returning them back to her shorts. Casey slides them off of her and stares, admiring Alex’s pelvis, her bush, her thighs. Casey takes a shaky breath, gasping when Alex drags her hand up her body, pausing at her throat as she squeezes to get Casey’s attention again. 

“The water is hot by now,” Alex nods her head to the shower, motioning for Casey to go first. Casey agrees and does as told, stepping into the warm water. Casey normally took scalding hot showers, but ever since her breakup, Alex has been helping her shower, turning the temperature so it was a comforting warmth, not one that hurts her baby. 

Alex follows in suit, letting the water wet her hair and slicking it back. With her baby in front of her, she runs her fingertips over her shoulders. Casey ignores the shivers that Alex’s touch sends down her spine as she notices the burning in her core and the wetness between her legs. She’d meant to mention it to Alex, but had forgotten, anxious that it wasn’t normal. Alex steps closer, her breasts and bush pressed against Casey’s backside, and she laces her arms around Casey’s waist. Her mouth places light kisses from the cap of Casey’s shoulder up into the crook of her neck, and then just below her ear. 

Alex’s voice, now sure she has full control over her step-daughter, has a low vibration. Casey’s ears ring as she speaks, “How are you feeling, honey?” 

Casey gulps as one of Alex’s hands wanders to her breast, squeezing it as Alex had instructed to do to her. The other moves lower, cupping Casey’s burning wet heat. She lets out a sigh, “G-good…I think,” she mutters. 

Alex leaves Casey’s center, playing with her thighs, and tilts her head to kiss the other side of her neck. “What’s the matter, hmm? You can tell mommy anything,” Alex reassures. Over the last few weeks, Alex had been insisting that Casey call her mommy when they’re alone. Casey had been reluctant at first, but since the photos, she craved the word. The word almost always made her tongue wet with saliva. 

“I-I’ve been burning…” she starts. 

“Hmm?” Alex asks her, lips against her ear, kissing softly. 

“Between my legs…and wet too…” She breaks from Alex’s grasp and turns to look at her, bunching her arms against her chest in embarrassment. 

Alex smiles, “wet?” She asks for clarification, pleased when Casey nods. “May I feel? I just want to make sure you’re okay…” she reasons deviously. Casey looks down in embarrassment but nods, trusting Alex wholly. Alex presses her hand against the small of Casey’s back, the other on her hip, and guides her against the shower wall. She presses her there, the hand on the small of her back moving to the wall. Casey grips it as the other hand traces its way down her ribs. Then down her thigh. Then inward, pushing Casey’s thighs apart. Alex uses two fingers, dragging them from Casey’s ass, inspecting her hole gently, to her pussy, from her entrance, up to her clit. She pulls away a thin, slimy substance. 

“Awhh,” she coos, “you’re so wet for me already.” Casey looks at Alex’s fingers, biting her lip nervously. Alex leans in and kisses her cheek, “it’s completely normal to be wet for mommy, Case. I promise,” she reassures. A grin creeps up Casey’s cheeks and she pulls Alex in for a kiss, earning a yelp from the older woman. 

With wandering hands, Alex helps them to finish their shower quicker, making sure to inspect all of Casey’s holes. Content, they step out and dry their hair as much as possible before making their way back to Casey’s bedroom for her first full lesson. Alex sets her on the bed, her red hair dripping at her shoulders, her pale freckled skin shimmering in the morning light. Alex steps out to grab her favorite silk robe, and returns bearing a gift for Casey. 

A flat clothes box wrapped in shimmery green paper is placed in Casey’s hands. She glances at Alex with wide eyes and only opens it when given the approving nod. As she opens it, Alex grabs a flat organized box with a clip lid and sets it on the dresser. She opens it and begins inspecting her tools, smiling at how prime they are for Casey’s first time. 

Casey gasps, making Alex turn around with a smile. She pulls a beautiful, silk green robe from the box. She smiles wide, “now you and mommy can match,” Alex comments, flaring her silk blue robe. 

“Thank you, mommy,” Casey coos and stands, giving Alex a hug and then a chaste kiss on the lips as she pulls the new robe over her body. 

“You look so beautiful, Case,” Alex compliments. “Are you ready?” 

Casey nods vigorously. She and Alex had agreed that this would be her first time. Alex’s words the night of the breakup inspired her, she came to Alex with the idea. Alex had been reassuring her how much she loves her all this time and Casey felt that she was right; only someone who loved her that much should take her virginity. Who better to do it than Alex? She’s experienced, attractive, loving, caring, doting - everything Casey could ever want in a partner. 

“Come here, love,” Alex pulled her close, hands snaking beneath the fabric of the robe, feeling her warm flesh. “You’re going to do as I say, remember?” Casey nods, “sometimes it will hurt or be a little bit uncomfortable, but I promise, it ends up feeling so good. Okay? Trust me?” 

Casey’s green eyes shimmer as she stares into Alex’s eyes, then down at her lips, “I trust you, mommy.” Having total control now, Alex pulls Casey into a vicious kiss. She bites her lip, sucking it. Casey whimpers into her mouth just as Alex slips her tongue inside, swirling it around Casey’s, enjoying the texture of Casey’s tongue wrapped around hers. Alex’s hands glide down Casey’s back and grip her ass as she pushes her slowly towards the bed. Casey intuitively clasps her hands behind Alex’s neck, trying to keep their lips together as she feels hunger swell in her stomach. Alex pushes her down on the bed, resting her hips between Casey’s legs, pressing into her. Casey moans and her hands slip into Alex’s hair, gripping lightly. 

Alex allows her baby to listen to her intuition as he goes on her own journey. She nibbles at her lip as she breaks their kiss then moves outward to Casey’s jaw. She places wet kisses along Casey’s jaw, moving slowly down her neck. Just below her jawbone, Alex nips and then sucks, eliciting a high pitched-moan from Casey. Casey’s mind goes fuzzy, at first startled by the sensation, but easing into it. She bites her lip and whimpers as Alex’s teeth clamp harder on her flesh. With her mouth busy, one of Alex’s hands creeps its way down Casey’s body, squeezing her breast tightly, then maneuvering to pinch her nipples. 

“Mmmm, ow…” Casey whines, “that hurts, Alex.” 

Alex pauses for a moment, kissing back up to her lips and looking her in the eye as she eases her pinching fingers. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll be nicer,” she coos, “what word did we talk about though? Your safe word?” 

Casey, catching her step-mother’s eyes, bites her lip & grins. “Strawberry…” she utters sheepishly, giggling. 

Alex giggles back, “That’s right, sweetheart…” She licks her lip, gazing down at Casey’s mouth, “May I continue?” Casey nods happily, her hands cupped around Alex’s face as she brings her down for a kiss. Alex hums, content, and makes her way back down Casey’s neck, sucking dark bites into her throat. Mouth busy once more, Alex’s hand returns to squeezing Casey’s breast, eliciting soft moans from the younger woman. Her hand continues downward, gliding up Casey’s leg and hooking at her knee, bringing it forward. Alex’s mouth moves down with her hand, biting a trail from her jaw to her breasts, Casey whimpering with each clamp of her canines. Taking in the supple flesh of her breast, Alex’s hands reach her legs and spread them wide. 

Alex inhales deeply and leans back onto her heels, dragging her hands down Casey’s body. She smirks, eyes hopping all over the anatomy before her, feeling drool drip from the inside of her cheeks. “You’re so sexy, Case…” Alex compliments, tone breathy. 

Casey giggles, arms rising to cover her chest, “thank you…”

Alex furrows her brow, “you don’t have to hide from me,” she reaches out for Casey’s arms and takes them softly, pulling them up to her own hips. “In fact,” she holds a finger up for Casey to pause and climbs off of the bed. Casey perches up on her elbows to watch Alex as she walks to the case she’d opened moments before. “Do you remember how you presented for me when we did our photoshoot?” 

Casey’s eyes watch her closely as she searches her memory, “Yes…” she draws out her response. 

Alex turns around, a few items in her hands as she walks back to the bed. She sets the items on the dresser across from the edge of the mattress. She looks Casey up and down, admiring the hotspot between her legs. “Can you present for me? Elbows and knees?” She requests politely as she inspects a small package, checking the expiration date and searching for holes. Content, she opens it and makes a show of slipping it onto her finger. Casey watches the entire time, and Alex smirks the moment she notices. She looks up to find Casey unmoved and tilts her head, eyes cold, “Case?” 

Casey looks up, no longer staring, and nods, “Yes, mommy.” She does as instructed, remembering how Alex complimented her stance some time ago. Getting to that position, Alex walks up to her and ghosts her fingers down to her head. She leans down to speak to her step-daughter, moving her hair from her face. 

“Are you excited?” 

Casey nods, taking a deep breath as the scent of their sheets calms her. “Yes, very,” she whispers. Casey grins at the sight of Alex, feeling the wetness pool as she stares down at Alex’s breasts. 

“Good girl,” Alex coos and slides her hands up Casey’s back, down her ass and gripping tightly. She stands back at the edge of the bed again and takes Casey’s ass in her hands and grinning. She ghosts her free hand down the inside of Casey’s thighs and then back up, grazing her hand over her warm lips. Casey jolts, surprised by the sensation, and then whimpers. Unintentionally, Casey bucks her hips and Alex hums in excitement. The safe finger makes its way from Casey’s clit, through her warm, wet lips, brushing against her taint, and then pressing against her ass. 

She pushes the finger in slowly and Casey whines, squeezing her butt at the discomfort. Alex’s expression softens as she bites her lip, “shh, sh, sh, Case…” She coos as her finger slides in down to her base knuckle. “You’re doing so well for me,” she praises. She retracts her finger and steps away, taking a bottle of lube and drizzling a little on her finger. Content with its lubrication, she slides in again with greater ease. Saliva pools in Alex’s mouth and she swallows it as the hunger supersedes thought, thrusting and curling the finger, prepping her hole. 

Casey begins to moan at the sensation, surprised at how wet she was beginning to feel. Alex smiles at the moans, like music to her ears, and removes her finger. Casey groans, dragging her fingers across the sheets in frustration. “You’re going to feel a little more. Okay, love?” 

“Yes, please, mommy,” Casey begs, spreading her legs further and pushing her ass out more for Alex. She closes her eyes, listening to Alex work behind her, and jolts when she feels Alex tap her ass again. Alex drags a glass dildo down each of Casey’s thighs, the cool temperature shocking to Casey’s skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Alex snickers when Casey’s pussy clenches around nothing as she drags the dildo over her lips. With the dildo lubricated, she presses it against Casey’s asshole. Casey whines, pushing back and making Alex smirk.

She pushes it inside and Casey cries out. “Mmmm,” she whines, and Alex ignores it, pushing it in and pulling it out ever so slightly. “A-alex?” Casey whimpers out. 

“Yes?” Alex asks, unbothered as she pushes the toy back in and out, slowly as Casey becomes more acclimated. 

“Are y-you sure t-that’s how you d-do i-it?” Casey questions, squeezing her cheeks together the more that Alex thrusts. 

Alex chuckles, “well…” she draws out, removing the toy to find Casey’s ass wet and kissing. “It is awfully wet, so…” she clicks her tongue and shoves it in without hesitation. Casey groans at the sensation, rocking back into the toy, “I’m sure,” she answers cockily. She removes the toy once more, drizzling more lube on it, before pressing it inside Casey again. She thrusts it back and forth, moaning as Casey begins rocking back and forth. “See, doesn’t it feel good, baby?” 

“Y-yes, mommy,” Casey whimpers out as she thrusts her hips back into the toy. Pride swells in Alex’s chest, as does impulse. While one hand thrusts in and out of Casey, making her whine loudly, the other hand grips her ass and bites her cheek roughly. 

“Mmmm, Alex,” Casey cries, reaching her hand back and swatting Alex away. Alex chuckles as she bites her cheek harder and uses her free hand to grip Casey’s wrist tightly. She shoves the dildo in deeper and Casey cries pathetically as Alex releases her bite and steps back. She retracts the toy and steps back. Wiping the toy clean, she sets it aside to care for later.

Then, she picks up a vibrating wand and saunters over to Casey, crouching down to look her in the face. Tears stain Casey’s cheeks and bud in her eyes, Alex looks at her softly, with a grin. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” 

Casey grins weakly, “good,” her pussy clenches, “I-I want mo-more…” 

Alex nods sympathetically, “yeah?” Casey nods, “Can you lay on your back for me?” 

Casey does as told and Alex steps away again, returning to the dresser to retrieve her harness. On her back, Casey’s hand wanders between her legs curiously. She glides her fingers down her wet lips, swirling around her entrance and then back up and swirling just above her clit. She moans quietly as her eyes glaze over while watching Alex adjust her harness to be just right, her ass plump and framed perfectly by the black harness. Alex turns around slowly, lube in one hand and vibrator in the other. 

Casey’s vision clears and she looks up, gulping, “Alex?” 

Alex meets her gaze with a furrowed brow, “What’s the matter, love?”

Her eyes dart between the strap on and Alex’s eyes, weary, “I-I dont want to…erm…” 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Case,” Alex coos. 

“No no no, I,” she sighs and laughs nervously, “I want you so badly.” 

They pause, Alex steps closer, moving the vibrator to the same hand as the lube, her free hand resting on Casey’s bent knee. “But…?” 

Casey looks back down at the strap on, staring with wide eyes. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” she blurts with a shaky voice. 

Alex bites her cheek to hide her grin, “Well,” she moves in on Casey. She drizzles lube on the strap and uses her hand to spread it all over. “That’s why we’re using your other hole. Okay?” Her hands wrap underneath Casey’s thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed, then push Casey’s heels onto the mattress to keep her steady. “You trust me, don’t you?” Casey nods pathetically, eyes wide as he watches Alex closely. “Mommy wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” Alex coos. Casey’s innocence spurs Alex’s creativity for their scene. Further, her naivete fans the flame of Alex’s desire for her daughter. With deeply seated trust, blissful ignorance, and burning curiosity, Casey makes for the perfect subject of Alex’s fantasies and her darkest needs. After today, she only feels more confident that Casey will see her in place of whatever god she struggles to believe in. 

With Casey calmed, Alex moves her hips inwards, laying the strap on top of Casey’s stomach. “Mmmm,” she hums, “see how full you’re going to be?” Casey reaches down curiously and feels the tip of the strap, just up to her belly button. As Alex pulls back, a trail of lube is left on Casey’s stomach, which she plays around with, swirling on her skin. Alex drags the tip of the strap up and down Casey’s folds, playing with the wetness already present. Glancing over to the side of them, she’s reminded of the vibrator that she’d had plans for. 

Alex grabs the vibrator and holds it up for Casey, catching her attention. “Have you seen one of these before?” Casey nods, cheeks blushing as her chest rises and falls softly, “what is it?” 

Casey gulps, hoping to make her mother proud. “A vibrator…” she whispers. 

Alex smiles, pride apparent which eases Casey’s fear. “You’re right, baby. Now, you get to try it.” Without further hesitation, Alex sets the bulb of the vibrator gently on top of her clit, almost hesitating, and turns it on the lowest setting. Casey bucks against it and then a long, high-pitched moan escapes her throat.  “Doesn’t that feel good, baby?” With her eyes screwed shut, Casey nods pathetically, hands gripping the sheets. 

“F-fuck…” Casey whines, bucking her hips into the vibrator. 

Alex feigns a gasp and smirks, “Casey! You know better,” she tuts, turning the vibrator up higher. 

Casey cries out, “I-I’m sorry, mommy…”

“What’s the matter? Hmm?” Alex asks with feigned pity. 

“It feels so…” She groans, struggling not to curse, “so good…” She whines. 

Alex smirks and snickers at Casey, neck arched and knuckles white as she grips the sheets, tugging at them for stability. “I can tell,” Alex uses her other hand to press the tip of the strap against Casey’s entrance. “You’re so wet. Don’t forget that’s a good thing,” she coaches. Alex slides the tip downwards, brushing against Casey’s ass, making her moan. “Here, let’s give you something to do,” Alex instructs, tilting the handle of the vibrator towards Casey. “Hold this so that I can take care of you, okay?” Casey, eyes still screwed shut in pleasure and lip red between her teeth, takes the handle with shaking hands. As she takes it, she presses it harder against herself and moans loudly as she bucks into the bulb, grinding against it. 

Alex giggles, “oh Case, you’re such a good girl, learning so much already.” She watches Casey grind against the toy, the sound of the wetness surrounding the bulb making Alex realize just how aroused she’s become. She takes a deep breath, swallowing the drool that had begun to drip down the insides of her cheeks. She lifts Casey’s legs onto her biceps and then guides the strap against Casey’s ass, pushing gently. Fortunately, with Casey’s arousal, Alex doesn’t have to push all too hard to get the length to slide inside. 

Casey whines aloud, arching her neck as Alex slips the entire length of her strap inside of her ass. Alex’s eyes widen with hunger at the sight of having bottomed out inside her baby. She wraps her arms around Casey’s thighs and pushes them forward, giving herself more access to Casey’s hole. She begins thrusting relentlessly, not caring whether or not Casey was ready. Though, the care seemed to be pointless as Casey whimpers pathetically between the sensation of the vibrator making her wetter by the second and the feeling of Alex’s hips slamming against her making her mind fuzzy. Casey, with little forethought, uses one hand to hold the vibrator in place and the other to reach up to Alex’s chest, breasts pendulous as she slams into Casey over and over. 

Casey emits light tuts with each thrust of Alex, moaning and whining. Her vision swims as her eyes find themselves on Alex’s breasts, ideas and fantasies swarming her mind. Alex- wait, no, mommy’s nipples on my tongue…I want to bite her neck…what if I were on top instead…fuck her eyes are so pretty…fuck this feels so good…I want to bite her boobs so badly… As the rather sinful thoughts flood Casey’s brain, her lips burn with desire and her mouth hangs open with pleasure, the drool budding at the corners of her lips. Her eyes roll back as she mindlessly squeezes Alex’s breast and holds the vibrator in place. The pleasure courses through her body and she feels a strange burning rise in the pit of her stomach. 

“M-mo-mommy,” she mutters, barely intelligible. 

Alex, breathless and panting, hardly hears her, “yes baby?” 

“It’s warm,” she blurts, feeling the heat swell inside her. 

Alex’s pupils create craters in her eyes as she realizes Casey’s feelings. She continues pounding into her, reaching her hands down to grip Casey’s head. As she reaches, she leans down, causing Casey’s legs to go forward, and a new angle to open up. With this new angle, Casey gasps, just as Alex cups her face and kisses her passionately. A moan surfaces from their lips as Alex parts them, keeping her forehead pressed against Casey’s. 

“Cum for me, baby, come on, you’ll look so pretty,” she praises. Casey gasps, stopping her breath as the pressure erupts. “Breathe Casey, breathe,” Alex coaches, stroking her cheek as she continues thrusting. Casey lets out short and ragged breaths, panting and shaking. Between her legs, the wetness drips from her entrance down onto the strap. The strap moves freely, in and out of her, far wetter than before. As her breathing slows, Alex maneuvers her arms so that she cradles Casey, holding the back of her neck and spine. Together, they listen to each other’s breathing as it steadies. Casey slips her arms out from underneath Alex’s body and wraps them around her. Her thighs and hands tremble as she envelops Alex completely. 

Alex pulls them apart just enough to kiss Casey on the forehead, then her nose, then pepper her cheeks with kisses. Casey’s eyes are still hazy as Alex does this, her body feeling the reverberations from her high. Once Alex is content with her kisses, she takes a moment to look Casey in the eye and brush the hair from her face, “you did so well for me, I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, mommy…” Casey begins, peering up at her with wide and hazy eyes. “It felt so good.” 

“Do you want more?” Alex asks her, a hint of hope clear in her question. 

Casey grins, “later, please.” 

Alex nods, accepting her request and holding her closely, kissing her softly. 

[mygfisprentiss]

I want to be close to you

what if Casey was never censured, Alex came back in season 7 and they had to work together? -

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Watching from the doorway Alex deeply admired Casey, she seemed so graceful yet intimidating from a few feet away. She loved the hoarseness of her voice, how her copper hair laid on her shoulders; she wondered how it would feel in her hands.

      She knew it would never happen - could never happen; they were barely friends, colleagues at the most, Casey didn’t even call her “Alex” it was always Cabot, or counselor. 

Before Alex even thought of coming back she used to imagine how the squad liked Casey. She’d call Liv asking about the new ADA asking if she was as good as her, as cliche as it sounds Alex missed her friends, she wished she didn’t have to use a burner phone to call Liv; she wanted to drink coffee with colleagues, walk in Central Park, she wanted to be a prosecutor again.

      “Heard we got a new ADA what’s up with Novak?” Fin yelled out as he walked back into the squad room; everyone starts looking around like he was spouting nonsense. “Sergeant where exactly did you hear that?” The captain wondered along with everyone else but no one was ready for who was about to walk in.

    “Alexandra Cabot back from the dead.” 

Alex’s face went white as she walked in the squad room as she heard Stabler, “holy mother of god.”

It felt so nostalgic for Alex to talk with the squad again; to finally smile with Liv again, laugh with munch and Fin, and Cragen giving her that kind of side hug only a father could give to his daughter. Although she wasn’t the only one wondering where Novak was. 

 “Oh how I’ve missed you Alex!” As she pushed up her glasses to see who was barging in her door she soon became much happier; George huang her confidante. 

“George, it’s so nice to see you! Believe me i wanted to call you once I came back but as soon as i moved back into here they put me straight to work.” Alex felt like an ass for not sending him anything, before she had to go into witsec her and George were like two peas in a pod being the squad’s helpers. They’d go out for drinks, watch movies together, he was always there whenever she had a case too twisted for her office to handle. 

“So have you seen Casey since coming back?” Alex could feel her ears turn red as she thought of her office crush; it felt odd to call it that because Alex has never had a crush, she definitely has never liked a woman before. All she could respond with was “no, but I think branch is trying to get us to meet.”

    “Hello?” 

Casey and Alex unknowingly responded the same exact way to Branches message; he wanted them to officially meet outside of the courtroom, he had a proposition for them. 

 “So you want us both on svu?” Casey was mind boggled; she thought this was Ludacris, she could barely get past the fact that Alex was back, she seemed so intimidating and not to mention how stunning she was. Every time she passed her after court it felt like her heart was pounding so hard it would burst; all Casey knew was that before her time at svu, Alex was unstoppable; the squad admired her and she was known as the ice queen throughout the DA’s office. 

‘This cannot be happening’ the only thing that could come to Alex’s mind. She honestly wouldn’t mind working along with another ADA because god knows the workload at svu was hell; but to work with Casey would be damn near impossible. No matter what, whenever Novak was in Alex’s view she couldn’t think about anything besides her; their was no aspect of Casey’s that Alex wasn’t in awe of, her green eyes; whenever piercing blue eyes met Casey’s it felt like the world stopped for just a second; Casey’s lips; as inappropriate as it was Alex couldn’t stop staring at her pink lips, they looked so soft like an angel’s; she could say anything and it wouldn’t matter because Alex was in such awe of Casey, she could do nothing wrong.

[neuroprincess]

Weekend in the Hamptons - Alex Cabot/Female Reader

Alex Cabot/Female Reader

Summary: A family weekend brings good surprises for Y/N, for Alex too. Or, Y/N finally meets Alexander Cabot.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: Reference to past depression

Word count: +3700

Meeting the parents of your loved one is an important event, especially when you are in a queer relationship, which is exactly why Y/N feels nervous as her long-time girlfriend drives down the beautiful tree-lined road on a late Friday afternoon. The sun among the leaves hitting her pale face, reflecting off the dark glasses and leaving cheeks flushed. Growing up in New York, specifically in Manhattan, Alex never required or felt the need to get a driver's license, but recently the idea of taking the other woman to places or just strolling together beyond the city encouraged her. So she obtained one and is now driving for the first time beyond the block from their apartment.

"You seem nervous." she comments as she turns the steering wheel right "My dad isn't a seven-headed monster, I swear, he changed a little after mom died. Just a little… stiff… eccentric? He'll love you."

"I'm not so sure about that." Y/N whispers and tries not to stare at her, admiring the scenery around "Will Mr. Cabot like the mint liqueur?"

"It's his favorite, don't worry." they stare at each other and the blonde smiles "We're coming soon, take a deep breath and everything will be fine."

"Alex…"

"Sweetheart, the fact that I love you will already make him love you too."

In a few minutes the car parks in front of a two-story house, tall and cozy looking, there are large windows, white details framing the structure and a beautiful well kept garden, trees surrounding it. It's a pleasant, but intimidating sight. The Cabot family is wealthy by heritage and work, they are judges, lawyers, businessmen, deans and even art curators coming from a cradle with renown, raised for greatness. It was no surprise to Y/N when her girlfriend told her that they had a house at the address synonymous of money, but that Alexander Harrison Cabot himself invited and insisted on having Y/N, a simple paralegal, to spend a family weekend in Hamptons. This was a great surprise.

"You are amazing and kind…" Alex turns off the car and begins talking to her girlfriend, joining their hands together as they look at each other tenderly.

"Ah!" both shout in fright as a bang on the passenger side window disrupts the moment, Y/N turns around to find a gray haired, unshaven and blue eyed gentleman staring at her through the glass, hands above his forehead shielding him from the sun, wearing a blue striped polo shirt (similar to those bowling ones) and white shorts, full of pockets. Not the sight she expected, none of them to be honest. The younger nods and tries to smile "Honey, he doesn't look anything like you described." she manages to say between an awkward smile.

"Believe me, I am equally surprised as you are."

When they get out of the car they soon find themselves being hugged by him a triple hug, it's warm and friendly, he even messes up his daughter-in-law's hair nonchalantly. The ADA stares at the scene not understanding anything, her dad, even in the heat, would dress more formally like a light social t-shirt and not so flashy shorts, suddenly he has turned into her grandfather who spent afternoons fishing. And Alexander had never been so receptive with someone, even she had never been hugged like that before.

"I am Alexander, it's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady. And you, I bet, must be Y/N?!" he grabs her hand and brings to his lips in an unexpected courteous gesture "My daughter told me a lot about you. Welcome!"

"Thank you, Mr. Cabot! Very kind of you…"

"No no no no, just call me Alexander." he winks and turns to Alex "My girl, even at that age you still are the little girl I taught to sail. Y/N, did you know that? She couldn't drive, but she learned to sail at 9 years old. Which brings me the surprise of seeing her behind the wheel of a car."

The man bombarded them with questions and little facts, animatedly pouring out word for word right there in the parking lot. Excited to meet the woman who conquered and entered his daughter's closed heart, he had waited so long for this moment, knowing about her existence gave him a glimmer of hope after all that had happened in the past few years. The death of his beloved Madeleine months after their only child was supposedly murdered, then her return was the breath of fresh air that brought him back to life and brought him out of the depression he had been sinking into for over a year. When Alex, who usually doesn't make first contact, called and said there was something important to say he didn't care that the person she loved was a woman, that she wasn't of the same social status and even less that she was younger. It's his daughter's person and that's what matters to him, that this person makes her happy, feel loved and appreciated.

"Come, come in." Alexander signs with hands for them to come in through the front door "I've prepared a dinner, I hope you like chicken." he says to the girl as she walks through the door, followed by her girlfriend "Your grandmother's recipe." and cheerfully completes for her "I'll get the suitcases."

"No need, daddy. I got it." the two begin to argue at the front door about who will get the suitcases in the trunk of the car, so Y/N realizes that stubbornness runs in the family, after three long minutes of debating they come to the conclusion that they each bring a suitcase "I'll get the one belonging to my woman." she says grabbing the bigger suitcase.

"Of course!" he closes the compartment and smiles surprised to hear his daughter call her partner like that, she, who always was closed off, would never refer to someone in that way unless she really loved her "She's lovely and kind, you two are great together."

"Yes, she is."

The three are gathered around the round dining table, the glass door behind them open bringing a draft of cold air and the beautiful view of the garden with a large pool. The sun is setting a little later than usual, taking a while to get dark. The glass bowls are in the center, it's a vast menu of salads, meat and some desserts, the man has made everything to be sure it pleases the girl.

"I have a lasagna in the oven if you prefer." he says cutting a piece of chicken breast and placing it on her empty plate "But first try this one, it's my mom's recipe, Mary Cabot. Alex's middle name came from her, so we named her Alexandra Marie."

"It's a classic name."

"Of course, that's why my wife loved it, I wanted to named her Leigh or Claire, but my favorite choice was Margot. You know, women boss, when we thought we would have a boy wanted to call him Alexander II, but then a nice surprise came and Madeleine wished to keep it for her." he puts his hand on the daughter's shoulder fondly remembering her birth and the little battle to choose a name for her, eventually honoring him and her grandmother at the same time "She was the longest baby in the maternity room that day, the chubbiest too."

"Daddy, don't embarrass me like that." she puts a hand to face and blushes, trying not to face her girlfriend laughing at the conversation "And when did you learn to cook? Where is Helen?" the absence of the family housekeeper who always accompanies them is strange.

"She retired, end of last year. Just like me, that's why I learned to cook, I wanted to do new things. I learned to cook, I learned to skate, bought new clothes, even read the Harry Potter books. And I'm learning carpentry, look near the pool."

Alex narrows her eyes and Y/N lifts the neck curiously, trying to find whatever it was where he points with a finger, there is a small pile of cut dark wood, tools and what looks like add-ons for the thing.

"What is that?" the blonde asks confused and sips the wine, having no idea what it could be.

"A playground!" he announces happily and as if it was obvious to guess.

"WHAT?" she almost screams spitting the wine on the white tablecloth unintentionally "Why? There have been no children in our family for years."

"My future grandchildren." now it's Y/N's turn to spit out the wine "Apparently you aren't planning that yet…. Or are you?" they stare at him in disbelief "I mean, you already have 40, my daughter. I'm not pressuring you, it's just… the last few days I've caught myself imagining some kids running around the garden. Spending weekends as a family, maybe me teaching them to sail too, I just…"

"It's okay, Mr- Alexander!" the younger smiles trying to reassure him "Well, Alex and I haven't planned anything concrete about, but don't worry. It looks like a great creation."

"I'm improving my skills, but Edward and Patrick from the club will come and help me finish."

"My children are not going to play on a playground set up by those two, they always have their shoes switched every time I see them." Alex argues.

"It's their cataracts, but they are great at carpentry, even made a bird box."

"What if they nail their own hands? Or leave a nail loose and my children end up getting hurt?"

The third person in the room just stared at them while they started another debate, so she understood from whom Alex inherited many characteristics and qualities she possesses, which make her an outstanding lawyer. Both are good with words, stubborn and know how to contest like no one else, even a completely hypothetical situation that would be her children and his grandchildren. Y/N was amused as she finished eating the meal, trying a little of each thing until she realized she had eaten too much.

"Okay, I'll hire a professional carpenter to help me…" the man begins to dictate what was agreed between them.

"And you have to set it up away from the pool, maybe near that tree."

"Perfect! Which gives me the idea of a swing and maybe a tree house, with a slide." he adds.

"Too high for a slide, actually too high for a tree house."

"I can build lower." then the two reach a middle ground and smile, shaking hands to close agreement "Always good to deal with you Cabot."

"I say the same, Cabot." the blonde turns to continue eating only to realize how entertained she has become in this hypothetical debate that her girlfriend is already eating the dessert "It happened again. Oops."

"You mean this is common?" the younger asks confused.

"Yes!" they answer in unison "Since I was a kid, dad was my first worthy opponent."

"That's cute." she comments without thinking, eyes full of sweetness staring at both father and daughter, admiring the relationship.

"You didn't think we are… weird?" Alex asks incredulously.

"Or eccentric?" he looks even more incredulous.

"Or nerdy?"

"Nothing like that, just cute." she shrugs and takes another spoonful of ice cream.

The evening was quiet, no more debates beyond the playground for hypothetical children. After dinner Alexander led them to a guest room on the second floor, Alex's old room from her childhood travels and now completely renovated, looking larger than she remembered. It had been decorated in white, birch and shades of light blue. It's decorated with marine items like ships in glass bottles, seashells, sculptures of sea animals and paintings of beach landscapes. Hanging above the bed had been placed a framed picture of a hand painting of the Cabot family sailboat, named Arabella. The ADA pretended not to be surprised or delighted by what he had done, but once her father closed the door wishing them a good night she ran to the bookcase to get the seashells, recognizing them as those she had collected during the course of her life, which she had picked up on trips with her parents. It was one of the few moments when she could be just Alex or Lexie, as her mom affectionately called her, walking down the sandy lane hand in hand with both of them, looking for little colorful things together, this is how she became a collector of seashells, at least until age 15 when the memories of a more tender childhood gave way to thick books and piles of certificates. Alexander kept them all, even when she said he could throw them away. When she realized she was being watched coughed falsely and left the decorations in place, turning to girlfriend, kissing her affectionately.

"I told you he would love you."

Saturday is sunny, the heat hits the clear room and reaches Alex's naked back, the burning bothering the sensitive skin making her fully awake. The woman grumbles and extends her arm across the other side of the bed, only to find the sheets bare and smooth. She uses her elbows to sit up in bed and searches Y/N around the room, but there is no sign of her presence, the house is also silent. When she looks at the alarm clock on the bedside she is startled by the time, never on a normal day would she allow herself to wake up 1pm, she hasn't slept this late or this much in years. The night before she went to bed right after dinner, exhausted from working all day at the courthouse advancing paperwork and still driven, a short trip that knocked her out. The ADA gets up quickly, rushing to shower and get dressed for the day, opting for an unprinted white t-shirt, jeans and a comfortable slipper.

"Hey, where were you two?" Alex asks as she sees her dad and girlfriend walking through the garden door, she seems to laugh at something the man said.

"Your dad took me to lunch, we didn't want to wake you up. You looked so tired." Y/N approaches and deposits a kiss on the blonde's temple "Good morning, honey!"

"Good morning, sweetheart!" she murmurs and is about to kiss her on the lips as they do every morning when she remembers being in her dad's presence, then pulls away and blushes.

"You can kiss your woman, Alex." Alexander laughs and leaves some bags on the table "We brought you something to eat, we also got you your favorite ice cream."

"What time did you wake up?"

"Early, had coffee and went shopping, ended up at that restaurant you love." he reports cheerfully "Your girlfriend is great company."

"You are two traitors." she laughs and pulls Y/N to herself, making her sit on the lap "What are the plans for today?"

"We can go to the beach, maybe have dinner somewhere or go to Ed's house, the guys called you for a poker night."

"No way."

"Alex, please…" Y/N pouted and made puppy dog eyes, knowing the woman couldn't resist that.

"Okay." she rolls her eyes reluctantly accepting.

 "How about that one?" the younger asks running along the shore of the beach, picking up something colorful partially covered by the sand "It's orange."

"It's beautiful." the blonde smiles and takes the shell in her hand, admiring the coloring "You officially got your first seashell."

They exchange a quick kiss and continue walking around with their hands together, Alex holding a small children's bucket where what they find are being placed. There are a few shells, but the bottom is filled with different colorful stones they found along the way, the ADA carefully places the new addition on top. Alexander walks in front of them, admiring the scenery.

"I confess I never imagined you were someone who likes the sea." Y/N comments opening a silly smile, managing to materialize the image "Always surprising me."

"I think I got so caught up in my role in the troubled and stressful city life for so long that I almost forgot that part about myself. I'm sorry."

"For what?

"I don't know, maybe for not telling you." they stop walking and stare at each other for a millisecond, she embarrassed, Y/N confused.

"Alex, there's no reason for you to apologize, plus I love finding out new things about you." the younger smiles and takes her girlfriend's hand to lips, kissing the palm of the hand while looking at her lovingly "And each thing I find out makes me fall in love with you even more."

Before Alex could answer the man calls them over, pointing to a pair of shells brought in by the water, a white with blue larger and a slightly smaller yellow one. He picks them up off the ground and lifts the shells to show them.

"It's you two!" Alexander says running up to them "The big one is Alex, the color is reminiscent of your eyes. And you, Y/N, are the yellow one. Your aura has that color." he puts the shells in the bucket and runs back to where he was, looking for more shells.

"I used to think so, but now I'm pretty sure, my dad hit the head and changed his personality." Alex whispers and faces him, she had never seen him this way before "Like in those movies you make me watch."

"And that you like. Let's go, before we lose him on the beach."

They found some more shells and went home to take a bath after enjoying their day at the beach. The Cabots were the first to get ready, while Y/N finishes getting ready in their room. Then Alex sees her father neat and tidy again, he is wearing a social blouse and decent shoes, his hair is perfectly styled, beard trimmed, just like she always saw him before.

"I wanted to give you something, I never thought I would pass it on, but here it is…" Alexander pulls out of his pants pocket a small dark green velvet box "This is the ring my father used to propose to my mother, your grandparents. And when I saw how you and Y/N look at each other I knew instantly that it must belong to you."

"Daddy… I…"

"And I may have seen your research history on the laptop unintentionally when I borrowed it." he confesses and steps closer, handing the box into his hands "I would love to have her in the family."

"Thank you, daddy."

"Ah, here she is!" he announces turning his daughter around so that the younger can't see what's in her hands "Look, dear, your girlfriend looks beautiful…"

"Yes…" Alex is awestruck when Y/N comes out of the room dressed in party clothes, it's delicate, the outfit fits her body perfectly, each cut, measurement and the color, her favorite, highlights her as if she were glowing "Sweetheart, you look amazing!" she says approaching.

"I know, your dad bought it for me, in fact he insisted on paying for it."

"I couldn't leave the store without buying, her eyes sparkled seeing the window display." he says excitedly "I already made reservations at that seaside restaurant."

"I forgot to use perfume…" Y/N remembers and rushes back to the room, also to do some touch ups, that place is extravagantly chic, like the places her girlfriend takes her on special dates. She doesn't want to look out of place.

"It's for in half an hour, two places."

"I thought you were going with us." Alex frowns and faces him "You arranged the whole thing, didn't you?"

"Maybe so, I hope you two enjoy the evening. If you want we'll still have poker night afterwards, otherwise the house is all yours, the pool too. I have my plans too." Alexander winks and nods to the girl leaving the room, adjusting her outfit "You look perfect, beautiful lady."

"Thank you, Alexander." her cheeks turn rosy.

"Excuse me, girls. Edward broke the poker table, so I'm going over to help him fix it until the game, enjoy the restaurant for me." he grabs his jacket from the armchair and quickly puts it on without giving time for a reaction "See you later, dear. Take good care of Y/N. And Y/N, take good care of my girl. Oh, I'm bringing the mint liquor for the night, I love the treat."

"Right!" they reply in unison and look at each other as the man hurries out the door.

"I have to say…" Alex begins to speak, letting out the breath she barely realized she was holding, and places a hand on her girlfriend's waist "You look incredibly stunning today, you are beautiful every day, but today you shine. I am so lucky to have you as my woman." then kisses her gently, hands running up to reach her face and caresses with fingertips "And I can't wait to get these clothes off of you."

"And I your clothes, you look fucking sexy."

"Dirty mouth!"

"You love my mouth."

"You're right…"

They smile and walk to the door holding hands, fingers intertwined, Alex's thumb caressing the soft skin. The blonde stares at her girlfriend, the hair, clothes, the body she loves every part and small details, the gentle face with a smile that makes her melt, but nothing makes her weaker than the Y/E/C eyes that always make her body quiver passionately. Every single thing about Y/N delights her, her personality, dedication, how sweet and understanding she can be but also a beast to protect her, how they can be very different in some ways to the point of complementing each other, just as they share many characteristics and passions. She sighs after closing the passenger door, watching the younger settle into her seat through the glass and puts her hand in the coat pocket, feeling the soft little box against the fingertips. She moves the object and smiles. When she got in the car the day before the idea was still being seeded, but one day spent together away from everything was enough for ADA to know that she is the right woman and maybe her dad's, suddenly invasive, little push gave her the courage she needed. A simple family weekend in the Hamptons suddenly turns into plans to make Y/N a Cabot putting the family ring on her finger. Y/N Cabot. Alexandra Cabot's future wife.

[jordanstark007]

Calex (Casey Novak and Alex Cabot) Headcanon

So Casey’s a catholic which means that she’s probably been lectured about having a Husband and large family at some point in her life.

So imagine this she meets a Liberal Alex Cabot who’s an only child and never imagined herself having kids or getting married because she is married to her job and lives a very expensive lifestyle not fit for kids and they just click.

And along the way they both realise that marriage and kids is something they want with each other but neither want to carry a baby, because 9 months as a walking incubator isn’t appealing, so obviously adoption crops up in conversation.

After five years of being foster parents they end up with and army of Cabot-Novak kids, and obviously some of them go into law, others into politics but their eldest daughter decides she wants to be a cop.

Alec Cabot-Novak becomes a Detective at aged 21 becoming one of the best in the force very quickly. She’s transfers over to SVU a year or two into being a Detective and Captain Benson thanks God every day for the fact that Casey Novak and Alex Cabot were ADA’s instead of Detectives.

Donald Cregan also laughs at Liv’s pain dealing with a Cowboy Detective with anger issues who’s much too intelligent for her own good.

[elizabethsnuts]

Casey Novak x Alex Cabot x Daughter!Reader requests anybody? ☺️❤️

[taatianaad]

The Price of Love

The lights of sunset softly illuminated the streets of New York. It was a pleasant autumn day, one of those when the fresh air brings with it a refreshing energy. Y/N walked between Alex Cabot, her elegant and always stylish mother, and Casey Novak, her other mom, with that mix of seriousness and warmth that Y/N always admired. After a long time filled with busy schedules, they had finally taken a day off to enjoy together—a simple escape that was as comforting as it was needed.

The tranquil steps down the street seemed to be part of a harmonious routine. Y/N smiled as they shared lighthearted stories, laughing at some past anecdote. Alex was talking about a recent case that had just wrapped up, and Casey responded with some sarcastic but affectionate comment. For Y/N, these family moments were her refuge. In a city so fast-paced and in a life that often felt just as chaotic, being with her mothers made her feel protected.

Suddenly, something changed. A fleeting shadow appeared among the crowd, a figure moving with unsettling determination. The girl walking a few meters ahead of them seemed almost normal, but Y/N was too absorbed in the conversation to notice the impending danger. Alex, always alert and with an intuition sharpened by years of experience, picked up on something strange about the behavior of the girl approaching Y/N.

Everything happened in an instant. Alex stopped abruptly, and her expression filled with worry when she noticed something glinting in the girl’s hand. It was a knife.

Without thinking twice, Alex instinctively moved, stepping in between the attacker and her daughter. “Y/N!” she shouted desperately, her voice cutting through the air just before the knife reached its target. The cold metal pierced Alex’s shoulder, causing her to stagger from the pain.

Y/N’s bloodcurdling scream mixed with the sound of the knife cutting through flesh. “Mom!” She ran towards Alex, her hands shaking as she tried to process what had just happened. Casey also reacted instantly, lunging at the attacker with a speed and strength Y/N had never seen in her before. Casey’s rage erupted as she managed to subdue the assailant, using her legal expertise to ensure the woman wouldn’t escape. Bystanders began calling the police as Y/N, tears streaming down her face, held Alex, who struggled to remain upright.

“I’m fine…” Alex murmured, though her face was pale from the pain. She tried to smile at Y/N, but the gesture was weak. Blood soaked through her shirt, and Y/N couldn’t stop trembling at the sight of her mother injured like this. Everything in her mind was chaos: fear, anger, and above all, helplessness.

“You’re not fine, Mom, you’re not,” Y/N whispered, trying to keep calm while pressing against Alex’s wound, attempting to staunch the bleeding.

Minutes that felt like hours followed as the chaos of sirens filled the air. The police arrived, taking control of the situation. The attacker was arrested, and Casey, still furious and distressed, shouted for answers. Yet, her attention never strayed far from Alex and Y/N. She was torn between the anger of nearly losing her daughter and the horror of seeing her wife injured.

“You could have died,” Casey said, her voice soft but firm. She sat next to Y/N, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“And I won’t,” Alex replied, looking at her with a reassuring smile. “I’m not going anywhere. But I don’t regret protecting our daughter.”

Y/N watched her mothers, the love and devotion they had for each other was unbreakable. She felt a lump in her throat at how deep that bond was, not just between them but also with herself.

It took several days before Alex could return home, and during that time, Y/N didn’t leave her side. She took turns with Casey caring for her mother, ensuring she didn’t exert herself unnecessarily. In those days, Y/N reflected a lot on what had happened. The danger had been real, and her life had nearly changed forever.

“You look thoughtful,” Alex commented one afternoon as Y/N helped her get comfortable on the couch.

“It’s just that… everything that happened made me think about how much you risked for me. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. You’re my daughter. I would do anything for you.” Alex looked at her with tenderness, although her face reflected the exhaustion of recovery. “What you have to do is live your life to the fullest. That will be enough gratitude.”

Casey, who had been listening from the kitchen, approached and hugged both of them. “We’re a family, and that’s what we do. We protect and care for each other. What matters is that we’re together.”

Y/N nodded, but the tears continued to fall down her face. “But she stepped in…”

“I know,” Casey whispered softly, trying to calm her daughter. “But she will survive because she is strong. Stronger than you think.”

They waited in silence, sharing the pain and anxiety that hung in the air. Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about how different everything could have been if Alex hadn’t been there. The idea of losing her mother tore at her inside.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor emerged and informed them that the surgery had been a success. Alex was stable, though she would need time to recover completely.

When Y/N entered her mother’s hospital room, she saw Alex lying in the bed with bandages wrapped around her shoulder. Despite the exhaustion in her eyes, Alex smiled as soon as they walked in.

“I knew you’d follow me here,” Alex joked weakly, trying to lighten the mood, although pain was still evident on her face.

“Mom…” Y/N couldn’t hold it back anymore. She threw herself into Alex’s arms gently, being careful not to hurt her shoulder. “You shouldn’t have done that. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

Alex sighed, and with softness, she stroked her daughter’s hair. “Y/N, I would never let you get hurt. No matter what I have to do to protect you.”

Casey, who was listening from a distance, came closer and placed her hand on Alex’s leg, sitting beside them. “You could have died,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“And you won’t,” Alex replied, looking at her with a reassuring smile. “I’m not going anywhere. But I don’t regret protecting our daughter.”

Y/N watched her mothers, the love and devotion they had for each other was unbreakable. She felt a lump in her throat at how deep that bond was, not just between them but also with herself.

As time passed, Alex fully recovered, and life returned to normal. Yet the Cabot-Novak family knew that nothing would ever be quite the same. What had happened that day on the street was a reminder of how fragile life can be, but also of how powerful the love that bound them together was.

Every time Y/N saw the scar on her mother’s shoulder, she remembered not only the pain but also the bravery and sacrifice.

[lesbehonestsstuff]

I apologize for what I’m about to do 😀 remember when I posted about Casey going to visit Alex’s mom after Alex died ? well I took it and ran with it and out came a heartbreaking fic so here you go

Word count: 3882

Also @wild-fleurs you put the idea in my head to write this so now we can both be sad

Casey was trying, she was trying her best to keep going, but most days she couldn't even find the strength to get out of bed. Today though she had managed, managed to pull herself from the nest of grief she had made of their room, and somehow stumbled uptown. She stood in front of the heavy oak door, the night chill creeping through her bones despite the wool coat she had hastily thrown on. She raised her hand to knock but hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to bother Caroline. She felt hollowed out, like there was nothing left of her but grief and guilt, and showing up at this hour—it felt selfish. But where else could she go?

She had no one else in the city. Her parents didn’t talk to her anymore, her siblings lived in other states, she was all alone. Except for Caroline. Caroline, who had been stoic the day of the funeral letting tear after tear fall when her daughter's casket was lowered to the ground. Casey had been beside her and she barely managed to keep it together before she excused herself, sobs clawing out of her throat as she fled needing to get as far from the cemetery as she could.

She felt bad about it later but she couldn’t handle it and couldn't be there on the receiving end of people’s sympathy. She hadn’t seen Caroline since and quite frankly she didn’t know why she was currently standing in front of the brownstone; she just knew she had to get out of their apartment. Away from the reminders of what her life used to look like, Alex marking every part of it

Her hand hovered a second longer before she tapped lightly. The sound was so soft she worried it hadn’t registered, but within moments, the door creaked open. Caroline Cabot stood in the soft lamplight, dressed in her silk robe, her face apparently calm, but there was an exhaustion born not from physical tiredness, but from the endless weight of grief that Casey could see in her features. Caroline so poised graceful could very well be the only person who might understand what Casey was feeling.

"Casey," Caroline’s voice was low, carrying with it a warmth that broke something inside of Casey. That made her ache because not even her wife dying had gotten her own mother to at least pick up the phone and check on her. "What are you doing here, darling? It's so late."

“I—I didn’t know where else to go,” Casey whispered, the words catching in her throat. Her eyes stayed fixed on the threshold, unable to meet Caroline’s gaze. She was begining to regret her decision to come intrude on Caroline’s night.

Caroline however stepped aside immediately, the silent invitation giving Casey the slightest of comfort. "Come inside, sweetheart."

Casey walked in, her body stiff and uncertain, the warm, familiar smell of the house wrapping around her, pulling her back to all the times she and Alex had spent here. For Casey it had been awkward at first. The lavish home occupied by people she could never begin to pretend she could be. It had made her feel inferior but slowly the more Alex invited her over to see her mother in law the more comfortable Casey got. She started loving the place, always warm, always lingering with the smell of tea. But tonight, the memories were sharp, jagged. They cut into her, not as much as in her apartment but still so incredibly painful.

As Caroline closed the door behind them, Casey found herself shaking from the cold. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You could never bother me,” Caroline said, her tone as soft as the hands she placed gently on Casey’s arm. “Sit down, dear.”

Casey shuffled toward the couch, she sank into the plush cushions, feeling small in the vast, elegant living room. The space was perfect, just like Caroline. Every detail, from the well-curated art to the perfectly arranged flowers on the mantel, it all showed Caroline’s refined taste. But tonight, it all felt like a reminder of how she didn’t belong here anymore. Without Alex, this world of grace and perfection seemed alien to her once more.

"I couldn’t stay at the apartment," Casey mumbled, her voice barely audible. "Everything... everything there reminds me of her."

Caroline nodded, sitting next to Casey, her face showing nothing but understanding. She had learned, in her grief, how to master that particular expression—the one that said, ‘I feel it too, but we must go on.’ But now, watching Casey, something felt wrong. Casey wasn’t just grieving; she was unraveling, bit by bit, and Caroline could see it in every hollowed-out shadow on her face, in the way her clothes hung loosely on her frame.

“Have you eaten?” Caroline asked gently, though she already knew the answer.

Casey shook her head. "I’m not very hungry anymore."

Caroline's lips pressed into a thin line, not wanting to push her, but unwilling to let her slip further away. "You should eat something. Just a little."

Casey barely responded, her gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the room. The emptiness in her eyes made Caroline worry. She looked so much smaller than she remembered—Alex had always told her how strong Casey was, how she could take on the world if she wanted to. But now? Now, she looked fragile, as if a strong wind could blow her away.

“You look exhausted, my dear. Why don’t you close your eyes for a little while, while I make dinner?” Caroline’s voice was soft, her hand stroking Casey’s hair slowly.

“I... I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see her,”

“You need to try, your body needs it so just close your eyes and i'll stay here with you

Caroline watched as Casey’s eyes fluttered shut, her breathing evening out into soft, broken sighs. She looked so fragile, so heartbreakingly lost. Caroline’s own grief was constantly threatening to swallow her whole. But having Casey here, taking care of her,maybe it could give her something to hold on to, some piece of Alex still in her life.

Caroline reached for a nearby blanket and draped it gently over Casey’s thin form satisfyed when she saw her daughter in laws features relax. She could see how much weight Casey had lost, the dark circles under her eyes noticeable against her pale skin. Caroline felt her heart twist with worry. This girl, this beautiful, broken woman who had loved her daughter so fiercely, was fading before her eyes. And Caroline couldn’t let that happen. Not when Casey was a part of Alex.

She disappeared into the kitchen, her slippered feet barely making a sound. The act of preparing food, something warm, comforting was automatic. Tomato soup, the kind Alex had loved, the kind Caroline had made for years. As the broth simmered, the scent of garlic and thyme filled the house. It was strange, how the simple act of cooking could still feel grounding in the midst of everything, giving her back a sense of a routine she hadnt had since her daughter died.

Casey didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but when she woke, the room was dark and quiet. Caroline was seated nearby with a cup of tea in her hands reading a book with the soft glow of a lamp. The house smelled good and her stomach rumbled craving whatever Caroline had cooked.

Alex was still gone.

But Caroline… Caroline was still here.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep” Casey mumbled, attempting to sit up, but Caroline was next to her in a moment and stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Caroline said softly. “You needed the rest.”

She gave her a small smile and disappeared quickly into the kitchen bringing back a tray with soup and a grilled cheese. “You’ll have to forgive me dear, much like Alex. I'm not very good in the kitchen” Caroline said softly, setting the tray on the coffee table. "I know it feels like you can’t but you need to try. Just a few bites, sweetheart. Please.”

Casey’s eyes flicked to the bowl, the steam rising from the soup, but she didn’t move. “I can’t. It feels like I can’t swallow it down. She’s gone, and I...”

Caroline’s chest tightened. She sat down beside Casey, her voice steady but full of compassion. "She wouldn’t want you to starve yourself, to stop taking care of yourself. You know how stubborn Alex could be. She would hate to see you like this, Casey."

“I know.” Casey’s voice cracked, her body curling in on itself as though the weight of her sorrow was too much to bear. "I know she would, but I don’t know how to be without her. I don’t know how to keep going.”

Caroline reached out, gently brushing a tear from Casey’s cheek. “You don’t have to know how. You just have to take it one moment at a time.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy,” Casey admitted after a long pause. “Like I’ll never feel anything but this… numbness. Like I’m forgetting her already. Isn’t that horrible?”

Caroline looked at her with soft eyes, her own grief rippling through the room. “No, it’s not horrible. It’s part of the pain, darling. But you’re not forgetting her. She’s with you in everything you do. Grief… it doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning to live with the love you still carry.”

Casey closed her eyes, tears spilling over her lashes as she leaned into Caroline’s shoulder, her body shaking with the sobs she had tried so hard to hold back. "I don’t know if I can do this."

“You can,” Caroline whispered, her hand cradling the back of Casey’s head. “I promise you, you can. And I’m here with you.”

"How... how do you keep it together so well?" Casey’s voice was barely more than a whisper, shaky and fragile. She didn't meet Caroline's gaze, instead staring into her bowl as though it held some hidden answer.

Caroline sighed softly, she took a deep breath, her hands resting in her lap, fingers trembling slightly. “I don't, dear.”

Casey looked up, her brow furrowing in confusion. She had always admired Caroline’s composure, the way she seemed to navigate grief with such grace, even when Casey herself was crumbling. “What do you mean? I came to check on you and you’re here comforting me.”

Caroline’s smile was faint, bittersweet, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I lost my husband years ago. That taught me how to grieve, I know what it feels like and yet it doesn’t make it any easier. I never thought I’d lose my daughter too.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she closed her eyes, as if trying to hold herself together. “I’m not strong, Casey. I struggle every day. I’m in pain every day. It’s hard to keep going because it isn’t fair that she’s gone.”

Tears welled up in Casey’s eyes, her heart pounding painfully in her chest as she watched Caroline, someone who had always seemed so poised, now breaking in front of her. She saw the lines of grief etched deeper into Caroline’s face, the quiet way her shoulders shook as she tried to keep her tears at bay.

“I thought losing Alexander was the hardest thing I’d ever go through,” Caroline continued, her voice tight, “but losing Alex... there are days I don’t know how I’m still standing.”

Casey reached out hesitantly, placing her hand on top of Caroline’s. The older woman squeezed back, her grip surprisingly firm, holding tightly to Casey.

“I’m sorry,” Casey whispered, guilt weighing heavily on her chest. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t,” Caroline interrupted softly, shaking her head. “You’re allowed to ask. And you’re allowed to feel like this.”

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft ticking of a clock on the wall. Caroline wiped at her tears, sniffing softly before her lips curled into a small smile.

“You know,” she started, her voice lighter now, “Alex was always so serious as a child. Proper, even. She had her nose in a book more than anything else. While other children played outside, she was inside reading, arranging her dollhouse or playing chess with her father. She was always in her own little world, so smart and stubborn.” Caroline chuckled softly, her eyes distant, lost in memories of her daughter.

Casey managed a small smile, a flash of warmth blooming in her chest. “That sounds like her.”

Caroline nodded, her gaze softening as she continued. “I knew early on that she wouldn’t end up with a boy. One day, she came home from school when she was about six years old and declared with such authority, ‘Boys are useless, Mama. They’re horrible.’” Caroline laughed, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, so did Casey.

It was a broken, quiet laugh, but it was real. The sound filled the room, easing some of the tension in the air.

Caroline smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “From that day, I had a feeling. I didn’t say anything, of course, but I always knew my daughter would end up with someone special. Someone who could match her, challenge her.” Her gaze softened as she looked at Casey. “And she found you.”

Caroline chuckled softly, her fingers brushing the stray hair from Casey’s face. “She always had such high expectations for herself. And when she met you, she told me she’d found the one”

Casey’s breath hitched in her throat, fresh tears burning her eyes. “She told you that?”

“She did,” Caroline whispered. “She loved you more than anything in this world, Casey.”

Caroline smiled faintly, wiping away a tear that had escaped down Casey’s cheek. “And you loved her more than anyone else ever could. And that makes you family.”

Casey swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion.“Thank you,” she whispered, the words barely audible. She wiped at her face quickly, trying to regain control, but it was impossible. “I miss her so much, Caroline,” she said, her voice cracking.

Caroline pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as she sobbed. “I know, dear. I know. But we have each other. We’ll get through this together.”

The weight of those words settled between them, giving Casey something solid to cling to in the storm that had become her life.

For the first time in months, in this house full of memories, Casey let herself rest.

---

In the weeks that followed, Casey’s visits became more frequent. At first, they were always at night, always after she had spent hours drowning in work or staring at the walls of her empty apartment. But soon, it became routine, Caroline would make tea, Casey would sit quietly at the table, and they would talk. Not always about Alex, but about the small things. The weather. Books. Anything to fill the space between them.

Caroline watched Casey closely during these visits, noting the slight improvements, a little more color in her cheeks, a little less tension in her shoulders, but also the lingering sadness in her eyes. Casey’s grief was still a raw wound, but at least here, in this house, she wasn’t alone.

And in taking care of Casey, Caroline found a sense of purpose again, something to ground her in the face of her own unbearable loss.

---

When Caroline began to get sick, Casey noticed before anyone else. It was in the way her steps slowed, how her voice seemed quieter, weaker. But it wasn’t until Caroline collapsed one evening that Casey’s world shattered again.

Caroline was gone by winter.

Casey stood at the grave, her eyes hollow as she stared at the fresh dirt that covered Caroline’s casket. The air was cold, biting at her cheeks, but she didn’t feel it. Not really. She felt numb again, any progress she had made crumbling beneath her feet now that the woman that had loved her like a mother was gone. As if each loss had taken a piece of her, until there was almost nothing left. First Alex, and now Caroline—the one person who had understood, who had kept her grounded when everything else had fallen apart.

The flowers in her hand trembled as she knelt down, placing them gently on the grave, and then placing the others in front of Alex’s. She wanted to say something, anything, but no words came. How do you thank someone for giving you the only semblance of a family you had left, for helping you grieve their daughter when you couldn’t even grieve for yourself?

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the wind. “I should have done more. I should have—”

Her breath hitched, and she stood up quickly, wiping the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t stay any longer.

She got a small comfort in knowing that at least Caroline would be with Alex now. But of course that wasn’t true

The day Alex came back was the best and worst day of Casey’s life.

She had grieved, convinced Alex was gone forever. Months of sleepless nights, empty days, and trying to piece together a life shattered by loss with the help of Caroline. And then suddenly Alex was back, standing in the doorway, alive but looking so broken, like she had been just as lost as Casey. All the anger, confusion, and hurt hit at once. Casey didn't know if she wanted to hold her or scream at her. But the devastation in Alex's eyes, the weight she carried—it made the anger fade, at least for the moment. So she clung to her, almost tackling her in a hug that was interrupted by sobs and tears and kisses that brought back a piece of Casey that she was sure was gone forever.

Days later, they stood together at Caroline’s grave. As much as Alex wanted to go visit her mother she couldn’t bring herself to do it at first, couldn’t face the reality that her mom was gone for good and Casey understood, so she gave her time as they figured out where they stood.

The wind blew through the cemetery, cold and sharp, stinging their skin. Spring was a few weeks away so the cold air was just another reminder of how cruel time had been for both of them. How much time they had lost. Alex stood still, staring at the grave, her face tight, like she was holding herself together by a thread. Casey watched her, unsure if she should reach out or let Alex face this moment alone.

“When they told me she was gone,” Alex finally said, her voice low and rough, “I… I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I kept thinking they had to be wrong, that somehow… it wasn’t real.” She clenched the flowers so tightly, petals broke off, floating down to the dirt.

Casey didn’t say anything, watching the tension build in Alex’s face.

“I was out there in the middle of nowhere, stuck, and all I could think was… she’s gone. My mom is dead, and I wasn’t there. I couldn’t even bury her. What kind of daughter does that?” Alex’s voice broke, and she turned her head, eyes filling with tears she fought to keep in.

“You didn’t have a choice,” Casey said softly. “They didn’t give you a choice, Alex.”

“But I should’ve listened to you!” Alex’s voice cracked, finally letting out what she’d been holding in for so long. “I should’ve listened. You told me not to push it, not to—” She shook her head, words tripping over each other. “And now I’m here, and she’s not. And you—you had to deal with all of this alone because I was too fucking stubborn.”

Casey’s chest tightened, seeing Alex unravel like this. She tried to step closer, but Alex pulled away, pacing in front of the grave like she couldn’t bear to stand still.

“I left you alone. I left her alone.” Alex wiped her face roughly with the back of her hand, her breath coming quicker. “And now… she’s dead. My mom is dead.”

Casey felt her heart shatter again, hearing the raw pain in Alex’s voice, and she reached for her. “Alex—”

“She’s gone. She’s gone, and I—” Alex’s knees gave out, and she crumbled before the grave, clutching the flowers she still held, her shoulders shaking with each sob. “I wasn’t here. I couldn’t even say goodbye.”

Tears streamed down Alex’s face as sob after sob tore through her, shaking her whole body. Casey dropped beside her, pulling her into her arms as Alex’s grief poured out, a flood of months of guilt, pain, and loss.

“She’s gone,” Alex gasped between sobs. “She’s gone, Casey. I’ll never get to see her again. I’ll never hear her voice, never—” She couldn’t finish. The words turned into another flood of choked sobs, her body trembling in Casey’s arms. “I want my mom” she sobbed out letting her head fall against Casey's chest.

Casey pressed her lips to the top of Alex’s head, rocking her gently. “I know. I know, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

For what felt like hours, Alex cried until her voice was hoarse, her tears soaking Casey’s coat. When the sobs finally slowed, Alex leaned back against Casey, utterly drained, her eyes red and swollen. She looked lost, like a little girl who had just lost her entire world.

Casey stroked her hair, whispering softly. “She wasn’t alone. She helped me, and I helped her. We got through it together.”

Alex closed her eyes, her breath still shaky. “I should’ve been the one here with her.”

Casey didn’t know what to say, because she knew no words could make Alex’s guilt go away.

Alex sniffled, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve. “I don’t know how to forgive myself for not being there.”

Casey shifted so she could look into Alex’s eyes, her thumb brushing away the tears still clinging to her cheeks. “ You survived. That’s what matters. That’s what she would’ve wanted and she wouldn’t have wanted to see you drowning in guilt”

“But she’s not here,” Alex whispered, her voice so small it almost broke Casey’s heart all over again.

Casey stared into those beautiful blue eyes and brought Alex in closer as they both knelt by the grave in silence, holding each other in the quiet hurt of their grief. The flowers they’d brought lay in front of the headstone, peonies and daisies.

Alex laid her head on Casey’s shoulder. She just sat there, staring at the grave as the last of her tears dried on her cheeks. Finally, with a heavy sigh, she whispered, “Thank you. For being here. For… everything.”

Casey pressed her forehead to Alex’s. “You don’t have to thank me, Alex. I’m with you, always.”

They got up, hand in hand, there was nothing left to say, but they stood there for a moment longer, letting the quiet surround them. Trying to wake up from the nightmare that had tainted their lives.

[wily-one24]

The easy one to ask for me is Olivia Benson. But in case someone already has or you want a different choice: Amanda Rollins or Alex Cabot.

Time to buy a lotto ticket, because Imma do all three (!!! in my dreams, right?)

OLIVIA BENSON

--> How I feel about this character:

I mean, it's no secret that I love Olivia Benson.

I was speaking to a friend the other day about SVU and how it's lasted a long time. It's not just because the stories are interesting (they are) or even titilating (sexual assault, molestation, murder, they all have the possibility of titilation, but I don't think SVU goes there... not often at any rate... they do a pretty good job of not glorifying the abuse and horror).

A large part is, of course, Olivia Benson. She is the beating heart of SVU.

Olivia is strong, empathetic, fierce, she takes no prisoners, her morals are strong, she is caring and protective, and she will fight like hell for justice, sometimes at great personal cost.

Olivia is the person each of us has needed at one or more points in our lives. Also the person that the majority of us did not get.

Mariska talks about fans sending her letters to tell her how much Olivia has helped them. And it's true.

We have all wanted and needed an Olivia in our lives. And we have all, to some degree, wanted to be Olivia.

She is not perfect, she has her flaws, but they are easily overlooked for all the benefits she brings.

And we have watched her from baby Benson to seasoned Captain. We have grown with her.

She gives us hope.

And that is why we have 25 seasons of SVU.

--> All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Well, Elliot obviously. It's very strange, I don't even really like Elliot that much and during my rewatches by the end of S12 I am just counting down the episodes until he leaves. BUT, he is Olivia's main choice and he makes her happy. So, because I love Olivia, I want her to have what she wants.

Alex. Amanda. Barba. Langan (thought I get why they never went there). Rita a little.

I don't really read much of anything besides EO, but in my little dreams, I think the others would make excellent partners, or at least bedmates.

--> My non romantic OTP for this character:

Just to completely step on my own toes from the previous answer, but...

Barba. I adored their canon relationship, the besties that they were. They adored each other and were there when each needed the other. She needed a strong friendship like that, that wasn't tied to being their boss.

Obviously Noah. She waited so long for that boy. She loves him dearly and he loves her and they deserve all the happiness in the world together.

--> My unpopular opinion about this caracter:

I don't know if I really have one. She's a little too quick to anger and she's always a little too ready to break the law to suit her needs. But these are not opinions.

Perhaps, despite her later claims that she never wanted to be part of the "good ol' boys club" and how she acts distraught at the possibility one of her old interrogations may have been a forced confession... in the early years Olivia is all too ready to look the other way and, in fact, join in when Elliot and even Fin are being overly rough and forceful and breaking about ten different codes of police conduct.

There was one episode I saw recently where Elliot got all up in a step father's face, yelling, red faced, almost spitting out his hatred as he spoke of this man's lust for his daughter that they assumed he'd raped... it was quite heavy handed. And the guy eventually reacts and goes at Elliot. Olivia is instantly cuffing this guy and gleefully arresting him for assaulting a police officer. And like... Olivia Margaret Benson, you litereally just WATCHED Elliot provoke him.

Elliot's violence got results and she was all too ready to excuse him for it.

She never would have grown into the amazing police woman she is had Elliot stayed around. She gave him way too much power in that partnership.

--> One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character:

I want somebody to choose her.

So many of the people she has loved have ended up leaving, because they stayed too long, because they sacrificed their own morals for her, because they broke the law for her, because... because... because... and she even says "I didn't ASK you to" and it makes no difference.

I'm not saying they didn't have good reason to leave. They're adults they can choose.

One thing I have consistently said, is that the show repeats "the average stint in SVU is two years" several times. That is, of course, unless you meet Olivia Benson. Then it becomes your life's purpose. She doesn't see that these people have stayed for her, stayed longer than is healthy, longer than they meant to.... and all because of her. She doesn't see that, she sees them leave.

But just once I wish someone would choose to leave the job and stay with her.

Girl deserves a bit of happiness and stability.

[kayyybenson]

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