#ftf:casey

[gail-hq-archive]

INVOLVED: Gail Weston and Casey Rose @casey-hq

DATE & TIME: 14 August, 2019

LOCATION: Casey’s apartment

SUMMARY: Kisses and cuddles I guess.

WARNINGS: None.

Gail had been trying to distract herself from the fact that she was texting Casey by scrolling through Tumblr for some mindless stupid memes. It's not like she's staring at her phone waiting for a reply. Pfftt, that's absurd, Gail Weston doesn't wait for anyone's text. She thought as she tried very hard not to swipe down from the top centre screen to check for another notification. It was stupid, putting her phone on Do Not Disturb when she's trying to text someone - and she never puts her phone on DND! So when Casey replied, finally, it only took her ten minutes and twenty two seconds, not that Gail was counting, it unnerved Gail to another level. It was dumb to pretend she wasn't nervous, but at this point in time, Gail might as well be dumb. 

She yelled at the bedroom and told Connor that she was going out and practically burst out the door. So here she is, standing in front of Casey's door, wearing a pair of bunny slippers and not knowing what the fuck she was doing there. How dare Casey text her and basically order her to come over? Gail was an independent woman who takes order from nobody. Not to mention she was smoking hot and had people lining up vying for her attention. Who does Casey think she was? OKAY, so Casey might also be stupidly hot and cute, like who the fuck allowed someone to be both hot and cute at the same time? Gail glared at the door as though it had personally offended her. She should just leave, she had no business being here. What did she even wanted to get out of this? A kiss? Maybe? Probably? Most definitely? So instead of moving, Gail just allowed herself to stand in front of a door in the middle of a corridor, looking like an idiot.

Things with Gail had proven to be a little complicated and very confusing. One moment they were fine, talking like the acquaintances that they were about a month ago. Then she slapped Marley and everything got turned upside down and in a fit of overprotectiveness and rage, Casey had retaliated and had slapped Gail - though she’d immediately felt horrible for it. Then they’d become... friends, somewhat. Casey loved to bother her and buy her lunch, stealing glances when Gail wasn’t looking and noticing the faintest hint of a smile, especially when she hung out with Nala. It was different from her usual demeanor - serious, a frown and furrowed brows. Gail seemed lighter and carefree, and Casey couldn’t help but wonder how often she actually looked and felt like that. 

And then Gail kissed her. It was nice, of course, her lips were soft and the brunette was offensively gorgeous. No one should be that attractive; it truly was offensive. Gail had avoided her afterward and Casey had an inkling as to why, especially since Gail had been intoxicated when it happened. Casey wanted to do it again, of course. Sober. So when she texted Gail that she was free, she half expected Gail to say maybe another time, but she didn’t. And by the looks of Nala’s perked ears, tilted head and curious sniffing, someone was outside her door. Casey waited for Gail to open the door, sitting down on the couch and wondering how long it would take. I don’t bite she texted Gail after a few minutes, then added, Unless you want me to.

Gail had given up on keeping her phone on DND when she kept checking it for the umpteenth time back when she was still at Connor's. It might've been a giant mistake on her part because when it pinged for a new incoming message, Gail knew she was busted before she even checked who it was from. Looking down at the texts, she wanted to curse Casey's name right there and then. No, actually, scratch that, she wanted to punch this stupid door and then maybe punch Casey because she's probably sporting some infuriating smirk right now. But then again, her face was too pretty, so maybe not. 

Grumbling lowly to herself about the unfairness of this whole situation, she grind down on her teeth, stiffen her shoulders and spine, took a hell of a deep breath, and...… 

Couldn't do it. 

Gail jabbed at her phone and sent a message to Casey, because she started this, so she might as well see it through - not Gail.

‘come open ur stupid door 😠’

Although Casey wanted to remind Gail that she'd left her door open and she could just come in, she decided to go easy on the brunette, quirking an eyebrow at the adorable use of the angry emoji and gently placing her phone face down on the coffee table. Was Gail Weston nervous, perhaps? A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips at the thought, feeling as if it was some sort of ego boost even though there was no confirmation about whether or not that was the case. Was it unusual to wonder what Gail was wearing? Was she still wearing one of her work pant suits, or had she changed into something significantly more comfortable? Was she sporting the same look as the emoji, annoyed with Casey even though the blonde technically hadn't done anything... yet. 

 When she finally opened the door, she was met with the brunette still standing at her door, her phone in hand and looking somewhat... flustered? Or was she actually nervous? Casey wasn't sure. "I told you I don't bite" she smirked, moving a bit to the side so Gail would come into her apartment. She couldn't stop thinking about kissing her dumb lips, but she figured it was best to do it behind closed doors and not in the middle of the hall.

The moment the door opened, Gail glared up at the offending blonde on the other side. How dare she look so beautiful even at night. This should be illegal. This is more of a threat to her safety than a broken glass bottle. She had almost stuck her tongue out at Casey when she got cheeky. Unbelievable. 

Clad in a loose flow-y chemise and some Capri length tights, which probably worth more than Casey's monthly salary, Gail huffed her way into the apartment; making sure to shoot the blonde another glare for good measure. 

Once inside, the first thing Gail did was to greet Nala and picked her up for a hug. The little puppy doesn't deserve her ire, she only deserve happiness and cuddles and scratches. Turning on her heel, she pursed her lips and looked on at Casey. "I'm here, now what?"

Casey, of course, had eyes and she couldn't help but check Gail out as she walked into her apartment - smirking because she'd definitely noticed that glare that had been shot her way. Honestly, fucking sue her for checking out her ass in those tights. Biting back a chuckle, she closed the door behind them and watched as Gail picked up Nala, eyebrow quirked as her demeanor changed... somewhat. She was still a little wary and a little defensive, almost using Nala as a shield. 

Shaking her head, Casey gently took Nala from her arms and softly placed her on her bed, giving her belly rubs before she made her way back to Gail. "Now what?" she asked, repeating what Gail had asked. She took a step close to her, slightly amused at their height difference. It wasn't much, but it was still noticeable, especially in an instance like this. "Do you want to do this?" she questioned quietly, wondering if she was still into it. The whole point of it was that Casey wanted to do this sober so there were no regrets; she was just curious if Gail still felt the same.

Gail almost whined when Casey took Nala away from her. But instead, she crossed her arms and looked forlornly at the puppy. This is animal cruelty. Humans are animals, and Gail's a human - most of the time, when she's sober and awake. Now that Gail's without her Nala buffer, she's feeling a little self conscious. What exactly did she expect to get out of coming to Casey's apartment? Did she just wanted to talk? What would they even talk about?Clearly not about her activities last weekend. Does Gail really want to talk about kissing Casey? Sure, the blonde is cute and pretty, and for fuck's sake, why does she even have to smell nice too, and it's a no brain-er that Gail would want to kiss those sweet lips again. 

So what's it going to be, Gail Weston? She challenged herself as Casey stepped closer to her. Gail might have to tilt her head slightly upward to look at Casey in the eyes, but she has the bigger personality here, and the bigger presence. Damn this beautiful tree of a woman. "Do... what are we doing?" She said sidestepping the topic of the night.

Casey quirked an eyebrow, wondering if she now had the upper hand. Sure, it wasn't a game, per se, but Casey loved being in charge and right now... well, she felt that she was. "What did we talk about doing?" she whispered, taking another step toward Gail and softly cupping her cheek with her right hand. She frowned, knowing that she'd hurt her there a month ago due to her feeling anger toward her, having flashbacks to Marley being bullied and Casey fighting the girls who'd hurt her. Marley was too pure and too gentle; she didn't believe in physical violence, but she'd cry at their words and Casey wasn't above hurting them for what they'd done to her. To Casey, it'd been like that - Gail had hurt Marley, so Casey had to retaliate by hurting Gail. Unfortunately, Gail had been hurt in the process as well and as Casey softly ran her thumb along her cheekbone, she silently apologized for the role she'd played in that situation. 

"I want to kiss you" Casey admitted as her blue eyes bore into Gail's, the faintest of smiles had pulled at the corners of her lips. "And if you don't stop me in the next five seconds, I'm gonna do it. I'm giving you an out. You can say no. But if you don't..." she trailed off, the smile now morphing into her signature smirk.

Gail furrowed her brows and continued to stare at Casey. She was severely at a disadvantage here. She's already shown her hand of wanting to kiss Casey, and then she willingly came over to her place all because of... what exactly? She knew better than to be tempted by handsome men and pretty ladies, so what makes this so different? Maybe it's because this infuriating woman shares the same face as Marley Rose -- who was also to knock Gail's world out of kilter? That couldn't possibly be it. It'll have to be something about Casey... But while Gail was trying to figure out the reason why she's so intrigued and captivated by Casey, said blonde was now literally inches away from her face. Now all she could focus on was the gentle caress of her cheek and those lips right in front of her. 

Fluttering her eyelashes, Gail didn't move an inch. She wasn't going to stop Casey but she's also not going to be the one to make the first move this time. Once was enough, and it didn't even went all that well. She flitted her gaze between Casey's eyes and lips before settling onto just looking straight at her, trying to disguise the fact that her heart was beating overtime in her chest and that as of this moment, she wants nothing more than the promised kiss.

Five seconds passed and Gail hadn't moved, she wasn't stopping Casey, she wasn't doing anything but waiting for Casey to make the first move. This was something that the blonde was more than okay with - she enjoyed being in charge of these situations, so she was glad that she did have the upper hand here. Her smirk grew as the seconds continued to pass, adding to the anticipation and Gail's wait. Finally, her eyes drifted from Gail's eyes down to her lips, her hand continuing to cup her cheek. She was still waiting, taking her time before she finally leaned in and captured Gail's lips with hers.

It started out soft and gentle... a lot like the kiss they'd shared a couple of days ago while Gail was inebriated. But it was also different because this time, Casey was kissing her... and quite possibly letting out the softest of moans as the kiss gradually became a little more hungry and Casey's other hand found Gail's waist and she quickly pulled her body flush against hers. The height difference didn't bother her, but there was a part of her that wanted to take this to the couch. Who wouldn't want a hot girl on top of them, right?

To say Gail was tense when Casey pressed her lips against her own was an understatement. But it only took a moment before her eyes shut responsively where she sighed and relaxed into it. She had let out a soft moan when Casey pulled her tightly into her arms, she only made her appreciation known by deepening the kiss. It was far too soon before the contact was gone and Gail was left reeling from it. With her eyes opened again, there was Casey looking at her with that same stupid grin on her face. 

Gail had no idea that a similar but albeit more demure smile was also painted on her own face.

Casey bit back a grin when they pulled away and she'd caught Gail smiling. Eyebrow quirked in curiosity and slight amusement - and slight cockiness as well - Casey grabbed Gail's hand in hers and led them to the couch where she sat down and looked up at Gail. Tilting her head, she challenged Gail, wanting to continue this here and now. "C'mere" she whispered, smirking, challenging her to straddle her or to at least sit down next to her. The night was still young and though this hadn't been on her plans at all at the beginning of the night - really, this hadn't been on her radar due to how Gail had been avoiding her, she couldn't help but want just this for the rest of it. 

"C'mere" she repeated with a little more urgency, beckoning for Gail to join her.

Pouting at how she was caught smiling like an idiot, Gail dragged her feet on her way to the couch. She stood between Casey's legs and stared down at the blonde. At the first beckon, Gail folded her lips over her teeth and shook her head. It shouldn't be this easy to get Gail to surrender to someone, so she's going to do everything she can to make it difficult. But God, it is hard. When Casey repeated once more, Gail stood contemplatively for a moment before she kneel on the couch, effectively straddling Casey. She kept her weight on her knees whilst she place her arms on Casey's shoulder. "I'm not a dog." She said lowly, looking down at Casey.

Gail could be a little stubborn, a little difficult, so Casey couldn't help but grin triumphantly when she finally relented and knelt on the couch. Gail was almost straddling her - almost, but not quite. "I never said you were" Casey smirked, enjoying the position they were currently in, but wanting to feel Gail's weight on her. Keeping her eyes locked on Gail's, she placed her hand on her waist then slowly moved it to her ass, gently guiding her so that she would be more comfortable on top of her. "I just wanted you on top of me, is that a crime?" she asked cheekily, her other hand tucking a strand of hair behind Gail's ear. "Are you going to punish me?"

Casey needs to die. That's it, that's all there is. But if she wants to play then it's only fair that Gail gets to join in on the fun, Gail refuses to be toyed with like a pet's toy. She leaned her head forward as though she's going in for another kiss but just as their faces were only millimeters apart, she stopped. "It's not punishments if you enjoy them," She nipped at Casey's bottom lip. "So why should I bother?" Gail pulled away and promptly sat down onto Casey with as much force as she can possibly muster. With her hands now resting at the nape of Casey's neck, she played with the shorter tendrils of hair there. "I hate you."

"True" Casey acquiesced with a nod, adding, "there are more than a few punishments that I'm pretty sure you'd enjoy." Though she loved that Gail was feeling comfortable enough to tease her - especially when she nipped at her lip - Casey was itching to take control of the situation. She would be nice, though, and allow Gail to think she had the upper hand for the time being. "You don't hate me" she shook her head, sitting up and leaning forward, both of her hands now on Gail's waist, "you just hate that you love this as much as you do." Casey pressed her lips to Gail's neck then her jaw, "And that you couldn't leave right now even if you actually wanted to because you want this as much as I do."

Instinctively, Gail tilted her head away to allow Casey more access. She hates Casey, so much. So freaking much. So she may be just a little into this whole thing that they're doing, but it's only because... because Gail is trying to erase the fact that Connor was her latest sex partner; that's all. Biting at the corner of her lip, Gail kept quiet instead of replying. She wasn't going to give rise to the bait, Casey can say whatever she wants, it doesn't mean it's true. Instead, for retaliation, Gail gave a sharp tug with the hand that's currently entangled in the golden locks.

Casey dragged her teeth along Gail's soft skin, only nipping the base of her neck gently before pressing a few kisses along her jaw. Gail was clearly flustered due to how she'd reacted, her hair being pulled at as Casey continued teasing. She hummed in appreciation, looking up at Gail with a smirk that let her know this was just the beginning. "You can keep doing that" she said, moving her hands to her ass and squeezing, "just know that I like it." She was in control, as per usual. She was the one in charge, just the way she liked it. But because of that, because of what Gail had done in retaliation, she wasn't going to kiss her just yet. Instead, she continued to tease her jaw, slowly moving toward her ear and whispering to Gail that she liked it rough.

"Fuck," Gail breathed out, the tip of her ear redden from embarrassment or arousal, nobody knows. This is going to drive her insane. What is with this girl? Her heart rate is already going through the roof from just the light touches on her neck and jawline. Swallowing heavily, Gail clenched her jaw and pinched the back of Casey's neck. "Stop teasing and just...!" She growled. She didn't want to be the first to give in, but it's starting to look like Casey knew exactly what to do to make Gail give up the remaining shreds of control. While most of the people would assume that Gail loves to be in control during sex, she prefers it the other way around. She's had so much control in her life that she just wanted, no needed, someone else to take the reins in certain parts of her life - that being sex. But in this particular case, she would be damned if she doesn't fight to keep every last sliver of it, no matter how much she wants Casey. It might be a losing fight, but she'll damn well put up a good fight.

"Stop teasing and just...?" Casey repeated, questioning Gail quietly, brow quirked in the most teasing way. She was feeling more than cocky because it seemed as if Gail was slowly losing control and just wanted what Casey was so rudely keeping from her. Gail was anxious to have it, and Casey wanted to keep it from her for just a little bit longer. Her tongue darted out between her lips, slowly trailing up from the base of her throat to her jawline. "What do you want?" she asked, nipping at her skin as she dug her fingers to her side. "Do you want me to kiss you?" she whispered low, "do you want me to bite your lip and pull your hair?" Casey bit her own lip, her hands slowly moving up Gail's back. "What do you want me to do to you, Gail Weston?"

Feeling entirely too uncomfortable and uneasy, Gail shifted on Casey's lap as she felt hands running up her back. She rolled her eyes and leaned in to give Casey a peck on the lips. "You're infuriating." She said resignedly. "Yes, to all of it" It hurts Gail to admit it, to admit defeat in this battle of wits, but it might actually, physically, hurt if she doesn't. "Kiss me already." 

Casey smirked, nodding when Gail said she was infuriating - and she was, she knew she was, she was proud of it, actually. "I am" she admitted, the smirk still prominent on her features, tilting her head upward when Gail gave in to her and admitted she wanted her to kiss her. Casey hummed, pressing a kiss to Gail's jaw, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips. Still, even though Gail had admitted to wanting her and had given in, she was teasing her. "I'll kiss you now." And so she did, capturing Gail's lips with hers and forgetting about the game she'd been playing with Gail for the past few minutes or so. Her hands moved back to Gail's waist, tightening her grip on her as the kiss deepened. This was much better; why hadn't they started it off with Gail on top of her from the get-go?

Kissing Casey, really kissing Casey was an experience. It's not like there are explosions or that it was a life-altering experience, but there were definitely some fireworks lighting up behind her eyelids. Okay, so there were a lot of fireworks but whatever, nobody can judge her. With the way her body melted and relaxed into Casey's embrace, nobody would've believed it that she was high-strung and all rigid seconds before. Gail reveled in the feeling of Casey's lips on hers. They were the softest, plumpest lips she had probably ever kissed this side of college. Whimpering quietly, she opened her mouth which, almost instantaneously, Casey took advantage of.

Not that she didn't like the Gail that she saw often - hard and rough exterior, furrowed brows and a 'don't fuck with me' look on her face - but Casey could tell that she was a lot more relaxed now as she kissed her. Casey's right hand snuck its way under Gail's shirt, ghosting her fingers over the small of her back and slowly up her spine. Not too far, though. She kept her hand in a respectable spot, still ghosting over her skin, daring to move it to her ribs... but that was more than enough for her. She wasn't going to push unless Gail asked her to. Besides, she was happy to just be kissing her, to feel her lips against hers, her tongue. It didn't even matter when their teeth gently knocked against one another's. This felt good. And if Casey really thought about it, if she wasn't so distracted by Gail's lips and tiny noises of approval, she would realize that this was the first time in a while that she wasn't doing anything to make it sexual. This was the first time she was okay with just kissing someone... even though, yes, she did want to switch their positions and lay Gail down on her couch so she could be on top of her. This was fine. Really, this was more than fine.

"Fuck," Gail said quietly as she slowly pulled away from Casey, their noses centimeters away from each other, their lips barely touching. She kept her eyes closed and tried desperately to regulate her breathing and heart rate back to normal again. She's made out with a lot of people, she's had groping sessions like every other girl, but none actually made her feel this much with so little. For Christ's sake, Casey hadn't even touched her breasts yet. "I can't, I can't stay." She finally got out, voice soft and eyes hazy. She was still reeling from the whole making out with Casey thing to really throw back on her usual stoic, snark, and sarcasm façade. So instead, she sat limply on Casey's lap with her arms still circled around Casey's neck.

Casey furrowed her brows when Gail said she couldn't stay, confused at the soft words and the meaning behind them, especially since Gail wasn't making the effort to actually get up and leave. She was still there, on her lap, looking at her in a way that was unlike her usual demeanor. "You don't have to stay" Casey whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Gail's lips then pressing another to her pulse point, "I won't make you stay." She was breathing hard, still reeling from what had transpired just a few seconds earlier... still wanting to kiss Gail. "But I want you to" she admitted, biting her lip a little nervously, "even if we don't keep kissing. We can just go back to my bed and we can lay there. We can sleep. We can cuddle. We can... it doesn't matter what we do." She cupped her cheek with one hand, smiling softly at the brunette, "stay the night. What do you say?"

Gail tried to look frustrated and her usual grumpiness but all she managed was a slight pout of her lower lip. "I can't," she said, devoid of any conviction. It also didn't help that she had made zero effort to move or to get off of Casey's lap. She just sat there and let herself be handled and kissed. "I shouldn't." She said breathlessly this time, what with Casey kissing her neck softly. Gail doesn't push her away, but rather stretched her neck as Casey's mouth traveled upwards. "Maybe." A peck on the corner of her slightly up-tilted lips. It shouldn't be this easy to change her mind, she really shouldn't stay. She had work early tomorrow and she has nothing here, unlike Connor's place. She would literally have to wake up at ass crack of the morning to get home and get changed. But one by one, all the reasons why Gail shouldn't remain at Casey's place were kissed away, peck by peck. Until finally, she relented. "Okay," She rolled her eyes, she couldn't help herself and dove down for another peck, just for good measure. "You don't play fair and you know it."

At first, Gail said 'I can't' and Casey took it as there being an outside reason for her needing to go... whereas when she said 'I shouldn't', it felt more as if there was an internal battle that Gail was fighting against - and losing. So Casey kept pressing soft, gentle kisses on her skin, trying to melt away whatever excuse she had on the tip of her tongue. Casey hummed, not saying anything as she continued to pepper her skin with feather light kisses, both of her hands sliding under her shirt and the tips of her fingers ghosting over her warm skin. Then she kissed her lips - still, though, just small pecks. Not enough to be turned into something hungry and needy, but enough to change Gail's mind. "I know I don't" she grinned her signature grin when Gail finally gave in - her teeth were showing and her eyes and nose were scrunched up, "but I have a feeling you like it." She pressed her lips against the tip of Gail's nose then whispered, "I'm glad you're staying."

Gail wrinkled her nose, not knowing what's the right thing to say at that. Does she say 'you're welcome'? She could, and she probably would've in any other occasion. Her presence is a gift and not many gets the privilege to bask in it. "You have to wake me up tomorrow," she crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling rather vulnerable all of a sudden. "I have to go back to my place to get changed before work. And I'll have to shower." She continued to list out all the things she needed to do. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. I don't like waking up early, and sleeping here means I have to do just that."

Pressing yet another gentle kiss to Gail's lips, Casey tried to wordlessly reassure her that everything would be okay - that she would wake her up early so she could go back to her place (Connor's place?) so she could be able to get to work on time. "You know... Connor's place isn't that far from here, just an elevator ride away. I mean... okay, what time do you usually wake up? I can wake you up ten minutes before that so your schedule is not off kilter." Casey tried to reason with Gail, kissing her softly. "Ten minutes. Five minutes." She paused, then added, "I don't know, I kinda just wanna wake up next to you for real this time. I like holding you, you know."

"Fine, but we'll have to make that ten minutes." Gail sighed. At least this wouldn't be as bad as Connor waking her up at 5 in the morning, or at least she hopes. "My place is a ten minute drive. I don't keep clothes at Connor's." She bent down and stole another kiss. She can at least admit that she likes kissing Casey, even though she might not be entirely too comfortable with sleeping with someone but not sleeping with someone. She's fine with sleeping over for random hookups but to just sleep with someone after kissing them for almost half an hour? That's just... weird. "My legs are falling asleep, so if we're going to keep talking or... you know, we're going to have to move." She placed her hands on Casey's shoulder, trying to push herself up. "Or at least I have to."

Before Casey even attempted to move, she leaned in to give Gail another kiss - deep, but not enough for it to drive her crazy, not enough for her to want to lay her down for more. "Okay" she breathed against Gail's lips once she'd finally pulled away, moving her hands to Gail's ass, squeezing before she moved them to her thighs as she scooted to the edge of the couch. "Let's go to bed, then." And with that she got up, picking Gail up as if she weighed nothing and leading them back to her bedroom like that, with Gail still wrapped around her. "You might be a little overdressed" she smirked as she lay Gail down on her bed, her eyebrow quirked in a cheeky, teasing manner, "you can borrow a t-shirt if you want."

Gail let out a high pitched squeal as she was unceremoniously picked up by Casey. She quickly wrapped her legs and arms around the blonde, trying to make sure that if she does fall, she's bringing Casey down with her. "Oh my God," Gail exhaled once she was safely deposited onto the bed. "You could've warned me!" She pushed at Casey's shoulder and smacked her a few times for good measure. Gail tried to be angry with Casey but just one look at that smiling face killed any chance of that. Rolling her eyes, she stuck her hand out for the aforementioned shirt. "Well? I'm not going to wrinkle this shirt any more than I already have."

"Where's the fun in that?" Casey asked her, the smirk still evident on her features even as Gail pushed and smacked her for doing what she'd done. "Take it off, then" she challenged after pressing one last kiss to Gail's lips, then pulled away from her completely and made her way to her dresser to grab one of the many LA Dodgers t-shirts she'd accumulated ever since moving out to the west coast. Without really thinking, she stripped out of her bottoms and the t-shirt that she'd been wearing, changing into a clean one before making her way back to Gail, Dodgers shirt in hand. "You'll look good in my shirt" she commented, wondering if she should turn around and give her some privacy as she changed, "- I mean, you'd look good in anything." She rolled her eyes, adding a playful "you gorgeous bitch" under her breath.

Sitting on the bed, Gail had the best view of the city. She licked her lips as she watched Casey changed shirts and kicking off her bottoms. Casey might've done it without thinking or awareness for her surrounding, but Gail planned to do it in a very deliberate manner. So when Casey came back, handing over the Dodgers t-shirt, which Gail only mildly snarled at because she was a die hard Mets fan, Gail gripped the bottom of her blouse and slowly pulled it over her head and off. Clad in just her black lace La Perlas, she looked Casey dead in the eye as she reached for the shirt before pulling it on. Not one to sleep with her bra on, she reached under her new shirt and unclasped the back, pulling the straps down her arms, and pulled it out from under her shirt. "Do you have a hanger I can hang these on?" She asked nonchalantly, as though she didn't just deliberately stripped in front of Casey.

There was no way in hell that Casey would turn around now, seeing that Gail was basically putting on a show for her. Biting her lip, Casey watched as she pulled off her blouse, put on the t-shirt she'd been given, then took off her bra and pulled it out from under the shirt. It was done so effortlessly that Casey was left dumbfounded until Gail finally spoke, making Casey nod, dumbfounded at what she'd just witnessed. Like she'd thought before, Gail was offensively attractive. "Yeah... yeah. Yeah. I got it. Yup." She sounded like an idiot and she knew it, but she didn't much care as she grabbed her garments and hung them in her closet. Finally, she made her way back to her bed and laid next to Gail, shaking her head. "You're a tease" she stated, though it was clear it was mere banter, "I like it." She kissed Gail's lips, amused at what she was about to ask. "Are you gonna let me cuddle you and hold you through the night?"

Gail made herself comfortable in the bed, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. It's weird, sharing a bed with someone who's not her friend and not her sexual partner of the night. When she felt the bed dip next to her, she turned her head and was greeted with a kiss. It's nice, kissing Casey. She wants more of that, for sure. "No" she replied simply, but like before she did nothing that might suggest that contact from Casey is unwelcome. Instead, she turned and lied on her side, facing Casey. If anything that was an encouraging sign that Casey should wrap her arms around Gail and hold her.

When Gail turned so her body was facing hers, Casey couldn't help but tilt her head and smile at her sweetly. Though she'd said no, her actions told a different story. Before she could wrap her arms around her and hold her, though, Casey chose to press her forehead against Gail's, kissing the tip of her nose in a feather-light touch. "I'm glad you stayed" she whispered, leaning down slightly and brushing her lips against hers before finally wrapping her arms around her. This was good. This was more than good. Casey hoped there would be more of this in the future but even if there wasn't, this was... this was enough.

[catferro]

TIMEFRAME: 10 July, late morning

LOCATION: Casey’s apartment.

OPEN TO: Casey Rose @casey-hq

WARNINGS: None.

Ryan woke up in complete disarray. He felt like shit, to put it simply. Tina had slept over, they slept together, and she was gone before he knew it. This hurt way more than the night of debauchery he had with Sophie -- which, coincidentally ended in the same way: they always leave. Grabbing his phone, he scrolled down his contact list to find the person who never fails to remind him there’s happiness in life: Casey Rose.

Can I come over? 🙁