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cassandracabot · 3 months ago

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Two Lightning Storms

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Alex isn’t a party girl. She would rather spend New Year’s Eve with a good book and a hot chocolate. But someone else has other ideas.

Pairing: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

Category: Romance, fluff

2.7k words

“You picked your outfit yet?” Casey asked as she re-entered the room, towel-drying her long red curls. The outfits sprawled out consisted of thin dresses, bedazzled jeans, short skirts, and sparkly tops. Alex threw the redhead a wide-eyed look, shrugging her shoulders.

Casey abandoned the towel on the dresser, sauntering over to pick up a few of the offending items. “Dress?” Alex tilted her head and squinted at her best friend.

“Okay, guess not.” She huffed, hanging the dresses back into the wardrobe. She then held up the skirt, a dark brown number with a black long-sleeved square neck shirt. Alex thought for a second, picturing herself in the outfit. She liked the top, but the skirt she was iffy about.

As Casey continued to pull out outfit after outfit, Alex settled on the black long-sleeve with a pair of black leather pants. Casey quickly moved onto the topic of shoes, to which Alex quickly chose her favorite black-heeled ankle boots.

While changing, Alex’s thoughts lingered on the ‘wearing Casey’s clothes’ part of the night. She took a look in the mirror on her bedroom wall, adding a few pieces of jewelry. She finally deemed herself ready and made her way over to the bathroom, knocking before she entered.

Casey stood in front of the mirror applying eyeliner, a false eyelash sitting off to the side, not forgotten but not wanted yet. The top half of her hair was pulled into a pony, with a black bow tied in. She had put on a black sparkly mini skirt with a black crop top. She had spread body glitter across her legs, arms, and stomach. Alex had to forcibly pull her eyes up to the redhead’s face, “I called Olivia and George, they’ll meet us there.” Casey had told Alex to invite a few friends so she didn’t feel awkward when they found Casey’s friends.

“Great, Abbie and Serena are gonna pick us up, and Ferdi and Teddy will be there when Teddy finishes his shift.” Casey had met Abbie and Serena in similar circumstances as she had Alex: running into them in the halls during her first few weeks. Teddy was an old friend from law school, and Ferdinand was an old colleague from the cafe Casey used to work at. Casey finished applying her eyelashes before beckoning Alex towards her. “You want some?” She held up the tube of glitter, waving it in front of the blonde’s face. Alex smirked, taking the tube from between Casey’s perfectly manicured fingers.

When Alex leaned against the bathroom counter, admiring the sparkle of her skin, Casey began to play with her hair. She pulled two pieces from the front and began constructing two small braids that framed her face. She scooped the remaining hair back into a ponytail, smoothing it back with a hairbrush. “You’re so pretty, Ali.” Casey whispered as she played with the two braids. Alex felt her heart start to race, and she swore Casey’s face was getting closer.

A knock at the front door startled them, and they jumped back from each other, Casey running to the new distraction. Alex followed, lingering in the living room to pick up her coat and her purse. Casey had given her an itinerary to add to her purse: cash, ID just in case, lip gloss, a tampon, again just in case, and the body glitter.

“Where’s the club virgin?” Abbie asked from the open doorway. “She’s not a club virgin; she’s just not as fun as we are.” Casey teased, leading the two women over to Alex.

“Alex, this is Abbie and Serena. Guys, this is Alex.” Casey gestured her hands back and forth, tapping the kitchen counter for Alex to approach. Not sure what to do with her hands, she offered one to Serena, who took it warmly, then to Abbie. Both women smiled as they exchanged pleasantries.

“Are you ready yet, Case?” Abbie asked impatiently, leaning over the kitchen counter as Casey applied her lip gloss and checked her hair in the oven reflection. “Have patience, Ab, it takes time to look this good.” she paused, rubbing her lips together, “You ready, Ali?”

Alex nodded, grabbing Casey’s leather jacket and shoulder bag for her, making sure to grab her keys. She handed the woman’s belongings over, receiving a beaming smile in thanks.

Alex locked the door behind them as they headed downstairs to Abbie’s car. Casey opened the door for Alex to climb into the backseat next to Serena before getting into the passenger seat herself. Abbie started the car while Casey connected a playlist through the speakers.

“Have you really never been to a club before?” Serena asked, turning to face Alex. She shook her head and began explaining that she had never really understood the party scene and would rather spend her Saturday nights curled up with a good book and a hot chocolate. She conversed with Serena for the majority of the journey, bonding over small similarities in their interests. She noticed the redhead glance at her a few times in the side mirror, smiling to herself as she listened to the two blondes.

By the time they got there, Casey and Abbie led the way over to the side of the building, where they met Teddy and Ferdinand, stealing a quick cigarette before going into the club.

“Hey! Got here in one piece!” Ferdinand cheered. He was tall, with unruly brown curls and a soft French accent. He pushed off the wall to give Abbie and Casey hugs, pecking their cheeks as he passed the rest of his cigarette to Casey. He moved over to Serena, giving her the same hello he did the other two women. When he looked over to Alex, he politely introduced himself, opting straight in for a hug instead of the courteous handshake Alex was ready for.

“No kissing Ferdi, she’s off limits,” Casey warned playfully as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs. He turned around, keeping an arm draped over Alex’s shoulder. “She’s your girl?”

Casey visibly blushed before taking another drag, “No, but she’s new to the scene, so don’t scare her before she’s even inside!” Alex couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. It reminded her slightly of herself and George.

As Casey finished the cigarette, they made their way inside, Alex sending Olivia and George a quick message to let them know she was there. She quickly got a ping in return from George, signaling that they were already inside the bar. As they checked their coats in, Casey gently pulled Alex’s lip gloss from her purse and swiped it across the blonde’s lips, not noticing the skyrocketing of Alex’s heart rate. “There, perfect.”

After learning the club had three floors with eight separate rooms, Alex again messaged her friends to check on their location. She informed Casey, who led their group to go and find them. When they entered a room on the second floor, Alex quickly spotted the two brunettes at the bar, talking about something or other. As Ferdinand and Abbie dispersed to get the group’s first round of drinks, Alex pulled Casey by her arm over to meet her friends.

Olivia must have sensed them as she turned to find them behind her, nudging George to look. They hugged Alex, complimenting her outfit and, of course, the glitter.

“Olivia and George, right?” The redhead smiled, holding out her hand, “I’m Casey.” The two of them shook her hand and offered them both a drink. “It’s alright, Casey’s friend went to the bar.”

“Shots then?” Olivia asked with a devious smirk, she had never seen Alex Cabot drink and was silently hoping tonight might be her chance.

Alex shared a glance with Casey, who shrugged, “Sure.”

“Tequila?” Alex offered.

“Have you ever had tequila?” Casey asked, failing to hide the laugh from her voice.

“Yes, have you?” She quipped. She hadn’t.

“Every Saturday or so.”

Once the shots were ordered, poured, and shared, George passed Alex the salt, and Alex could do nothing but stare at it and then at Casey.

Casey and George laughed at the bewildered look on the blonde’s face, trying desperately to compose themselves, “Liar. Lick the back of your hand and pour some salt on the wet patch.” Alex did as she was told, baffled but intrigued.

“Pick up your shot.” Casey instructed, “Lick the salt from your hand, take the shot, and then suck the lime.”

They all clinked their miniature glasses before completing the ritual, all making faces while squeezing or sucking limes into their mouths.

“You took that like a champ. You’ve never done that before, my ass!” Casey giggled in her ear. Alex’s stomach fluttered from the proximity, just as it always did. Abbie brought the two women’s drinks over, giving the cop and the psychiatrist a quick hug and a catchup. “Come on, Teddy’s getting shots, you guys coming?” She offered to Olivia and George, who quickly shook their heads, “We had a couple waiting for these two. We’ll come over in a few minutes, though,” Olivia assured, not wanting another just yet.

“I’ll stay and chat for a couple minutes,” Alex said with the same intentions, “You go, I’ll be there when you’re done.” She put her hand on Casey’s glitter-covered forearm, squeezing it gently. Abbie took Casey’s hand and pulled her through strings of drunken bodies, “Looks like you’re taking two!” She teased as Casey rolled her eyes.

Alex watched her go, her eyes stuck on a particular part of her lower body as she slipped out of view.

“She seems great. She’d be good for you.” Olivia voiced the thought as Alex’s head whipped around, her ponytail hitting her cheek, “What?”

“She would, Al. Come on, you can’t say you’re not the least bit into her.” George agreed, taking a sip of his cocktail.

“She’s twenty-three, that’s way too young. And besides, she’s my best friend; I don’t want to destroy that for a chance she might feel the same.”

Olivia and George gave her matching glares, “You’re twenty-seven, Alex, not fifty. It’s New Year’s; kiss her at midnight, and if she doesn’t feel right, play it off as just a midnight kiss.” Alex mulled over her friend’s words for a few moments, promising to think about it.

The three of them finished their drinks and wandered through the crowd to find Casey and her friends. Alex found the redhead dancing with Serena and Teddy, the three of them holding hands, rolling their hips, and laughing in a triangle of sorts.

“Hey,” Alex whispered in Casey’s ear, “Having fun?” Casey turned, pulling Alex and her friends into their triangle, making it into more of a circle. Abbie and Ferdinand were back at the bar, both heavily flirting with the bartender as she prepared their drinks.

“Dance with me?” Casey pleaded, clasping Alex’s hands and pushing them outwards as she tried to get Alex’s body to sway with hers. “I can’t dance, sunshine.” She was too afraid of how foolish she might look and probably feel.

“It’s easy, just follow my lead.” Casey pulled her away from someone before he walked into her. She placed her hands gently on Alex’s hips, pushing and pulling them from side to side in sync with the sexual song that was playing. Olivia watched with muted amusement as Casey let Alex’s hips continue on their own accord, taking her hands instead. “There you go, you’re dancing, Ali.” Ferdinand brought over another round of shots, handing them out. Thankfully, they were low volume and fruity, Casey’s apple and Alex’s cherry.

As quickly as she’d found it, Alex lost her rhythm and her confidence. Casey noticed and leaned in, “Just watch.” She moved back over to Serena and Teddy, effortlessly drifting back into the song, her body doing whatever it felt like. Alex watched intently as her hips rolled and drifted from one side to another, her arms doing their own thing. She looked like she was a part of the music, flowing with the beat easily.

She came back over to Alex, “Wanna go get some fresh air before we try again?” Alex nodded, turning to let her friends know that she would be back soon.

Outside, they sat down on a bench as Casey pulled out a cigarette and her lighter.

“You don’t have to worry about looking foolish, you know. Everyone in there is too drunk to notice anything other than the urge to throw up or the pants they’re looking to get in.” Casey reassured her, taking a long drag.

“I know, I just didn’t want to look foolish in front of your friends.” Or you.

“You look great, I promise you. My friends seem to love you anyway, don’t panic. Even Teddy said you’re cool, and he tends to keep his compliments to himself.”

“That sounds a lot like Olivia and George. They seem to approve of you, too.”

“That’s good; I was afraid I’d have to give them my CV to get them to like me.” Alex laughed to herself, “Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

“You up for another drink, counsel?” Casey asked with a grin as she put her cigarette end out.

“If you’re paying.”

“We alternate the tab every year; it’s Teddy’s turn this year. Don’t worry, he’s loaded. What do you want?” They made their way back inside as the ten-minute to midnight warning was announced. Casey took her over to the bar as she ordered their drinks. She sneakily asked for some shots, too, while Alex wasn’t listening. When the bartender returned, Alex’s mouth opened as she saw the shots in Casey’s hand, “Why?” She couldn’t stop herself from chuckling as Casey handed her one. It was different from the tequila, easier to get down but equally as disgusting. “What the fuck was that?”

“You’ve never had vodka?”

“Not in shot form!” Casey was giggling as she pulled another two from the bar behind her, “Oh god no, please! Casey!” Alex playfully whined through a fit of giggles.

“It’s Sambuca! It’s the better shot; it tastes like licorice, I promise.” Casey was having fun testing Alex with shots but was careful not to overload her to the point of a next-day hangover.

As Casey had promised, it did taste of licorice and was indeed the better shot. “Okay, let’s get away from this bar before you give us alcohol poisoning!” She pulled Casey back to their friends, determined to get a real dance with Casey before the countdown interrupted them.

The alcohol had quickly lessened her fears of looking stupid, and she boldly pulled Casey closer to her and started moving her hips into the redheads. She could see Casey’s face heat up when the lights hit her. Her newfound confidence had her hands on Casey’s waist before she knew what she was doing. She could feel her body’s reaction and gently moved her hands over the expanse of Casey’s exposed stomach as Casey turned around and pushed her hips into Alex.

They stayed in their little world until George tapped them, signaling the countdown was about to begin. They turned to face the rest of their group as the room began to count down from ten.

“…Three, Two, One! Happy New Year!” The room erupted in screams and cheers as confetti cannons popped from every corner of the room. Alex didn’t hear any of that. However, only her heartbeat pounding in her ears as Casey’s hand snaked around her neck and brought Alex’s lips to her own. She returned the kiss fervidly, feeling as though she were about to pass out from the heat.

Casey pulled back to breathe, “Happy New Year, Ali.” She grinned, wiping her lip gloss from the sides of Alex’s mouth.

“Shut up, sunshine.” Alex harshly pulled Casey’s mouth back to hers, taking in every movement.

Alex would trade in her lonely Saturdays for this any day.

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cupiditas-and-ao3 · 2 months ago

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Sami's New Years Kiss!

Content notes: fluff, ghost haunting, low key stalking but like in a ghost way, alcohol

You thought strange things were happening for months. The curtains would open when you needed to wake up. They'd close if you forgot to close them before you went to sleep. The radio turned down when you picked up the phone. You'd go grab your delivery from the door and the show you were watching would be paused right where you left it.

Your friends told you that you were imagining it. The stress was getting to you. And you let them convince you because what other option was there?

There’s no such thing as ghosts.

You hosted New Years at your house. A girl’s night in with plenty of booze and wine and gossip. You didn’t expect all of them to show up, so when one said that her boyfriend said she had to spend it with him you weren’t that upset. When one got there and said that she had to leave early to get her New Years kiss in, you weren’t even annoyed. When a Tinder Match took one of your friends off the couch and out to some bar, you were a little more frustrated. And then it just kept happening. One by one your group of friends left the New Years Eve party until you were alone on the couch with a bottle of champagne pressed to your lips, having just told the last friend who left that you would be fine and you understood. “Banging in the New Year” they joked as they slid on their heels (you should have known no one was staying when they all showed up in their club dresses and heels) and left.

You were watching the ball drop, counting down the seconds with the crowd in between swallows of bitter bubbly. And then you dropped the bottle. You were just starting to bemoan the stain it would leave on your comfortable sweater when it started to float. The bottle righted itself before it could spill and slowly moved to the coffee table.

A chill ran down your spine. And down your cheek. And then you thought maybe it wasn’t a chill, maybe it was fingers. A hand cradling your cheek and wiping away tears you didn’t know were there. And then a hand on your shoulder, sliding around to cup the back of your neck.

The crowd on the TV cheered, “Three! Two! One!” On the echoing Happy New Year ice cold lips pressed to your lips and you felt the weight of a chest pressed against yours.

The kiss went on forever, ice and empty space in front of you while you felt a weight settle onto you, someone sitting sideways on your lap while they kissed you into the couch. You didn’t know where to grab, your hands balling into the throw blanket you’d wrapped yourself in.

And then the kiss was over. You couldn’t breathe. You wanted to try again. You wanted to do it better. You eyed the bottle of champagne.

Drunk, you told yourself, too drunk and imagining things.

That’s what you told yourself when you got into bed.

That’s what you told yourself when you cleaned up in the morning with a million apologetic texts and calls about how it wasn’t worth it to go out with whatever guy showing up on your screen.

That’s what you told yourself when the message “Happy New Year” appeared in the steam on your bathroom mirror.

Because there’s no such thing as ghosts.

Right?

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