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laurenairay · 2 years ago

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it’s a dangerous thing - C. Cizikas

Summary: Casey’s relentless flirting is the bane of your existence (or is it?).

Warnings: flirting, implied smut but no actual smut, casey cizikas being seductive af

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Happy birthday my dear @texanstarslove! I had an absolute blast writing for Casey for the first time, Em, so I really hope you enjoy this flirty little fic.

Title from Hide the Wine, by Carly Pearce

Casey Cizikas was a pain in your ass. There was no other way to describe him. He was the epitome of Trouble with a capital T, and by the way he smirked whenever he saw you, he knew exactly the effect he had – on you, on women in general, on every damn person in the room. There was just something so infuriating about the way he flirted so casually, relentlessly charming, knowing how it stirred you up and carrying on with it anyway. The man was a pest, and it took all your self-control to keep yourself from crossing the invisible lines you had drawn, right from the moment you’d met him all those years ago.

Personally, you thought he enjoyed how much he could push your buttons, how close you came to unravelling, how your heart raced faster and your breath came shorter. Trouble. Casey was Trouble and he damn well knew it.

“Now the party’s here!”

You rolled your eyes fondly at the crowing of Matt Martin as you sat down at the large booth, kissing Syd’s cheek in greeting and waving across the table to the familiar faces. “Excuse me, some of us take time to look this good.”

“And damn do you look good.”

Starting off strong tonight, apparently.

“Hello to you too, Casey,” you mused as he sat down on your other side, effectively trapping you in the booth.

You kissed his cheek in greeting too, Casey just winking at you as you settled back into your seat, leaving you to hide your heated face behind the large glass of wine that you’d picked up on your way across the bar. Being able to meet up with your friends like this wasn’t as often or as easy as you would like, with their schedule and with your own work, but nights like this with the full crowd around made up for everything. This evening was going to be a good one – you could already tell.

Time seemed to slow down as everyone started talking to each other, catching up, telling dumb stories, teasing the rookies, laughing at Mat for spilling his drink. Nothing out of the ordinary but it just felt so right to sink back into the swing of things, sipping at your wine as you let the stress of the week drain out of you.

“Alright, this round is on me.”

Casey’s voice rung out across the table, Anders in particular tilting his mostly-empty bottle in acknowledgement, people calling out their orders with enthusiasm.

“Shitty beer for Marty and vodka soda for Syd…” Casey listed, earning a middle finger from his friend, “And you…yeah you definitely need another glass of wine.”

As valiantly as you tried to ignore the way his murmured voice sent butterflies through your body, you knew he could sense something in your expression, in your eyes. He always could. It was a ridiculous super power.

“You trying to get her drunk?” Matt teased.

“Don’t need to get her drunk to have a good time,” Casey shot back.

Oh fuck. The smirk he sent you only made Matt laugh harder, earning both of them an unimpressed glance as you fought to hide the tingles that ran down your spine. Casey really was on a mission this evening, wasn’t he?

“So, wine?”

His soft words, murmured directly into your ear, made you break out of your thoughts with a soft gasp, and it took all your strength not to shiver when you realised how close he was leaning to you.

“Seeing as you’re paying, sure,” you nodded, smiling up at him.

“I like a girl who knows want she wants,” he grinned, standing upright, “Good thing I have the credit card to match.”

Oh fuck him.

“You are such an asshole!” you called out to his retreating back.

“And you love it!” he yelled over his shoulder, that familiar smirk on his lips.

You rolled your eyes as his teammates laughed, unable to stop yourself from smiling at his ridiculousness. There was something different in the air tonight, the bar crowded but not heaving, creating an atmosphere of absolute intensity that felt so incredibly electric – and you knew you weren’t the only one who felt it, by the glints in your companions’ eyes, let alone Casey being on fine flirting form. But you weren’t going to complain; something was telling you that the evening’s fun had only just begun.

Soon enough Casey returned to the table, having roped a few rookies into helping him carry the drinks back, and as always the attention turned right back to him.

“Baby, here’s your wine,” he said loudly, sitting down next to you once more.

“Oh my god, don’t call me baby, people are going to get the wrong idea,” you groaned, Syd just giggling.

“Maybe I want them to, ever thought about that?” he grinned.

“You are an insufferable flirt,” you said dryly, earning laughter from the group.

Casey just shrugged, unashamed. “Gotta do what I can to keep your eyes on me, no? Can’t say I like the thought of other guys having your attention.”

What?

His blue eyes blazed as they stared down into yours, sending your heart racing, and you bit your bottom lip briefly, steeling yourself as his eyes flicked down to watch. This flirting was different – more personal, with more of an edge. You could fight fire with fire, right?

“You don’t like the thought of other guys flirting with me? Buying me drinks? Making me smile?” you said softly, eyes wide and innocent as you took a sip of your new glass of wine, your words only audible enough for him.

His eyes flashed with an intensity that made you shiver. “You know I don’t. And even if you didn’t know…don’t play with me, baby.”

“I should’ve known you were the jealous type,” you murmured, pushing even further.

Casey’s hand slid onto your thigh, squeezing gently, making your lips part in a gasp.

“You have no idea,” he said lowly, “I don’t share.”

Oh fuck.

This had crossed the line that the two of you always danced around, never getting as close as this to tearing apart the fragile balance his flirting always left you on. What were you doing? What was he doing? Were you really going to fall into his arms and his bed like he’d always wanted?

As his hand squeezed your thigh again, you found your cheeks heating up at the intimate contact, Casey just smirking as you cleared your throat to clear your head. You didn’t know when his arm had slid over the back of the booth behind your back, but now it had inched down to rest across your shoulders, bringing you ever-so-much closer together, his chest pressed against your arm. To anyone around you, to any strangers glancing your way, it would just look like close conversation, two people talking intimately over the noise of the bar. But to you, you knew it was so much more; the way his thumb ran back and forth over the skin of your inner thigh showed that much. But the fact that you were willingly letting him break down those carefully crafted boundaries, his breath dusting across your cheek as his heated gaze watched you? Well, that was a whole new level that left you not knowing quite where you stood.

“Are you trying to flirt with me for real this time? Like, not just your dumb flirty banter you do with everyone?” you asked.

You had to know. You needed to know, because if he was just playing around you didn’t know if you could handle that. Not now.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at you as if he was trying to figure you out, before his smiled softly.

“Yes, is it working?” he said simply, seriously, telling you everything you needed to know.

Casey Cizikas wasn’t just flirting with you. He was seducing you. And it was absolutely working.

“Damn it Casey.”

“You’re so cute when you blush,” he added, leaning a little closer to you.

Your breath hitched in your chest at his words, voice so soft it was practically a purr, and you knew he noticed by the way his grin sharpened. You were falling, hook line and sinker, and he was ready to catch.

“You’re very lucky I have questionable taste,” you managed to say.

“So my flirting is working,” he grinned.

“Don’t celebrate too hard. It’s a slow night and there’s literally no-one else available,” you said, pursing your lips to hide your smile.

“Oh baby you won’t be thinking about anyone else when I’m through,” Casey murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Oh fuck, how was that so hot?

“Do you two maybe want to get a room?”

Matt’s dry teasing broke you out of your little bubble, your cheeks heating up again as Casey just laughed along with everyone else that you’d honestly forgotten were still around you.

“That’s a great idea, Marty,” Casey shot back, eyes flitting down to yours as his smile softened, “Your place or mine?”

You ignored the hoots and catcalls as Casey moved his hand from your thigh to your waist, beautiful blue eyes searching your face, questioning, giving you an out if you needed one. It was that gesture that made your decision for you.

“Yours,” you said simply.

His gentle expression shifted into that all-too-familiar smirk, making you shudder in anticipation, even as he linked his fingers with yours and flipped his cackling teammates off with his free hand.

“I’m going to give you the night of your life, you’ll see,” Casey murmured into your ear as the two of you weaved through the crowd.

Of that you had no doubt.

“Alright, you win, four times in one night is a record,” you laughed, panting as you ran a hand through sweat-damp hair.

Casey just smirked, sending fire through your blood. “Records are meant to be beaten.”

What had you gotten yourself into?

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