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zycalex · 7 days ago

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all that you want (and more)

calex, ao3, 1.9k words.

Casey heard her own name clear through the bubbling noise of the lounge. She wasn’t expecting company, save that of the paperback in her purse and the mezcal paloma in front of her. Years later, she would still be able to recall the scent of citrus and the smile that met her when she turned towards the noise.

“Alex, hey,” Casey said. Alex’s hair was longer than it had been the last time she’d seen her. It had been years. Casey hadn’t known if Alex was even in the city anymore, and she had hardly heard her name spoken around the office, a sharp contrast to her early years in Sex Crimes. Alex was dressed more casually than some of the patrons, in well-fitting jeans and a blue long sleeved tee shirt that hugged her frame. She looked good, but a little pale, thin. If Casey had known her better she might’ve asked if she felt alright. She settled on, “long evening?”

“Something like that,” Alex said. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Casey could tell something was on her mind, and found herself curious as to what it was. Alex Cabot had always been a bit of a mystery, a myth. By the time Casey had crawled out of Alex’s shadow, she was suspended. There was an odd kind of intimacy in the air when Casey motioned for Alex to sit in the empty seat beside her. Casey chalked it up to the candles lighting the space, or to the preoccupied concern evident in Alex’s features. Alex sat. She got the bartender’s attention and ordered a gin and tonic. “Here all by yourself?” She asked, setting the menu down, turning to Casey.

Casey held up her book. “I had a hot date.”

“A mystery,” Alex said, taking it. “Interesting choice.”

“I like when they’re solved. What brings you out tonight?”

“Work I’m doing,” Alex turned her head to the side. Her brow furrowed further.

“And that is?”

“Can’t really discuss it,” Alex said. Casey allowed herself an act of prying, lifting an eyebrow. Alex acquiesced: “Advocacy.”

“I see,” said Casey. She had considered doing what she thought Alex likely was while she was suspended. Cabot had some guts, Casey had been too scared of getting arrested. “Long hours, right?”

“Yes, hence the gin and tonic.” Casey raised her glass. She thought she saw Alex glance at her lips when she sipped her drink. “Business as usual for you? I heard you’re assistant chief now.”

“You heard right,” Casey sighed. Alex raised her glass. “Business is never usual.” It was quiet in their corner of the bar for a moment, and Alex appeared deep in thought.

“I never got to thank you. For the Connors trial.”

“Just doing my job.”

“You do it well,” Alex said. “It’s nice to run into you, Casey. I’ll leave you to your reading.” She drained her drink and stood.

“Good to see you too,” Casey said. “You can stay for another drink, if you’d like.”

“No time,” said Alex with an apologetic half-smile. “Not really.” She touched Casey’s shoulder as she turned to go. Casey pulled out the book and read half a chapter.

---

“Good morning, Alex,” Casey said after waving and slowing to a jog then a halt, greeting the woman on the bench. She’d dyed her hair and cut it, brunette and shoulder length. Alex was not immediately recognizable, and Casey imagined she had a good reason for that. She pulled out an earbud and stretched her legs. It occurred to her a moment too late that Alex may not be interested in speaking to her in the daylight. Alex gave her a wave and nod in return, though, and spoke.

“Lovely Saturday, and I’m actually free. I thought I’d have my coffee in the park.” She held up the travel mug in her hand.

“It’s good to run outside the gym,” Casey said.

“Long loop?” Alex asked. She had a solemn air about her.

“Not too much, six-ish miles. Then the farmer’s market”

“Sounds nice,” Alex said.

“Yeah, should get back to it.”

“Have fun, Casey.”

“Nice to see you.” Casey put her earbud back in and set off again.

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“Following me, Cabot?” Casey said. She certainly didn’t mind running into Alex, but it was surprising to see her three times in one month, especially the shortest one. Casey wouldn’t have believed Alex Cabot owned any hoodies, but she wore a crimson one and a black beanie appropriate for the cool weather.

“Great minds just think alike,” said Alex. Casey noted the bar of nice dark chocolate in Alex’s basket-- she was holding the same one. Alex’s was joined by a bottle of ginger kombucha and some green grapes.

“Movie night,” said Casey.

“No popcorn?” Alex questioned.

“My friend is bringing some.”

“Ah,” said Alex, “A boyfriend?” Casey couldn’t fault Alex looking for a little gossip.

“She’s a friend,” said Casey, “at least for now.” Alex smirked.

“Lucky lady,” she said. Casey exhaled a laugh.

“I’m not too much of a catch.”

“You’re wrong about that,” Alex said with a palpable seriousness in her voice but a lighthearted smile on her lips. The man in front of her grabbed his bags.

“Find everything okay?” The cashier said.

“I did,” Alex said. She paid, and on her way out said, “see you, Casey.”

Casey wondered if she would.

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Casey didn’t see Alex again in March, but the woman crossed her mind, and she had thought a couple brunette bobs were her. Seeing her so many times in such a short period was the strange thing, she guessed.

But, Hello, this is Alex, said the unknown number text Casey woke up to on April second. She sat up, unplugged her phone and took a sip from her water bottle. It was beautifully sunny, and she heard birds even through her closed windows. The cat on the other side of the bed stretched her paws, shook her head, and settled back into sleep.

Hi Alex, she replied. To what do I owe this text?

Would you like to get a coffee with me?

Casey considered it for a moment. Was Alex Cabot asking her out on a date? She didn’t want to assume. Maybe she needed help with something, ADA help.

If movie night hasn’t turned into monogamy, that is. A date then. Casey appreciated the casualness of the offer. Why not? She thought. Movie night hadn’t even turned into sex.

Sure, when were you thinking? Casey typed.

I’m free this afternoon.

4 okay? Casey sent a link to the bakery on the corner of her block.

See you, Alex replied.

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“How did you have my number,” Casey said as they sat down. The day had turned to April gloom as the hours went by, and it was pouring now. People wiped their boots at the door and their glasses in line. Casey took a sip of her cappuccino. Alex seemed tired still, even vulnerable. It did not diminish her beauty, which Casey took a moment to admire. Years later, Casey would remember her bleeding mascara.

“You gave it to me in 2005.” Alex took a claw clip out of her purse and pulled her hair back with it. Casey looked at the silver necklace Alex wore, a simple chain with a square pendant in the middle. She left behind a carmine stain on the lid of her cup.

“I lost my contacts list in the great phone shattering of 2008,” Casey said, by way of explanation. “How’s business?”

“As it is,” Alex said, shrugging. Casey looked out the window for a moment. People’s umbrellas were turning inside out. A woman pushing a stroller rushed to unlock a door across the street.

“And how are you?” Casey dared asking. There was a far away look in Alex’s eyes for a fleeting moment before she took a breath in.

“I’m okay,” Alex said. Casey must’ve given her a disbelieving look, because she continued, “really, I am. I just don’t get much sleep.”

“I understand,” said Casey, and hoped Alex knew she was being genuine. She changed the subject. “This is my favorite coffee in the city.”

“It’s pleasant,” Alex said. “Very cozy.” She tore off a piece of croissant and put it in her mouth. Casey liked seeing her eating, she realized.

“Alex,” said Casey, “I must admit, I’m surprised you asked me out on a date.”

Alex cocked her head to the side. “Good, surprised, I hope.”

“Quite,” Casey said, feeling her ears warm slightly. “You’re very beautiful.” Casey’s fingertips tingled at the sight of Alex blushing.

“I always had a bit of a crush on you,” Alex admitted. “Even back in law school. I thought running into each other so many times was… I thought I should go for it.” Casey had never noticed. She didn’t think of herself as someone people had crushes on. She bit her lip.

“I’m glad you did,” said Casey.

“Me too,” said Alex, and took a sip of her latte.

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Casey probably wouldn’t have invited Alex to her place if they hadn’t been getting dirty looks from the baristas as they started to close around them. She probably wouldn’t’ve invited her to her place if the rain had let up for more than a couple minutes at a time.

Yet, there they were. Alex Cabot was sitting on her couch with her feet tucked under her. A bottle of wine and a teapot, each halfway empty, sat on the coffee table. Casey flicked the floor and side table lamps on, replacing the darkening evening light. Years later, she would still be able to hear the rain falling on her windowsills.

Alex watched her as she sat down, and suddenly, Casey saw every version of her she had met, yet hadn’t gotten to know over the years. The young student, the brave victim, the sharp prosecutor, and now the woman in front of her; who Casey saw was strong, principled, and dedicated-- not to mention, more alluring by the minute.

“What?” Alex said.

“I would really like to kiss you,” Casey said. Alex nodded.

“Good,” she said, and leaned forward.

---

Casey woke up before sunrise, as she sometimes did. She hated to stay in bed awake, and though she felt a bit bad for leaving Alex alone in her bed (well, the cat was there), she quietly went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. She read on the couch for a little while, and thought of how quickly and deeply Alex had fell asleep beside her, and how much she’d liked it. Alex walked in, bleary eyed, wrapped in a sheet.

“I would have pegged you for a morning person,” she said, “But this is a little excessive.”

“Hi,” said Casey, “good morning. Sorry if I woke you up.”

“That’s okay,” Alex said. She rubbed her eyes and sniffled. Casey must’ve looked worried, because she said, “I’m allergic to cats.”

“You should’ve said something, I would’ve kicked her out.”

“No,” Alex shook her head, “she’s precious.”

“I have Benadryl,” Casey said, though she wasn’t one hundred percent certain where it was.

“I’d sleep all day,” Alex said. “I’ll be okay.” She took Casey’s hand. Casey thought she might benefit from a whole day of sleep, but kept that to herself. She beckoned to the couch beside her. The day began to come in, striped through the blinds. The coffee was done and Casey poured two mugs.

---

It was April again, and they had unpacked the last box last night. Casey listened to Alex hum in the shower. Her bangs stuck to her forehead when she came to the kitchen in her robe. Casey brushed them away from her eyes, held her waist, and kissed her.

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zycalex · 8 days ago

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some silly svu incorrect tweets i made while i was bored part 4

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zycalex · 8 days ago

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Girlfriend?! Alex Cabot who >

Hums when she’s comfortable, when you’re sat eating breakfast you’ll catch her softly singing to the radio. Paying no mind to you as she reads the morning paper. Or at the bar with the squad after a successful day, wrapped into your side or squished between Fin and Liv sipping her drink between notes.

Cannot keep track of a set of keys to save her life. The front desk keeps one on demand for her > the local lock smith knows you by name. However brings home any and all ‘pretty’ decorative bowls she finds. Declaring it will pursue her into fixing the habit.

Hates cooked fruit of any kind, you’ve had to swap breakfasts the numerous times when her’s came smothered in compoté. Apparently apple pie is a ‘crime’.

Would literally set fire to water but makes the best omelette you’ve ever had in your life > her grandmother had insisted she at-least know how to cook something!

Loves kids, the ice queen title does not apply around babies. She’s the first to ‘talk’ to them regardless of age > though she never alters her vocabulary. Her godchildren love, ‘Smarty pants Aunt Alex.’

Wears her headphone round her neck > she hates covering her ears. A dim beat followed her round, you could only catch the climax of a song if you stood close enough. You can always hear her music. Honestly you think she’s forced you into improving your hearing, she never lets the tv go higher than 25. Though you have seen her at a stone roses concert having the time of her life.

Is particular about her shoes, you’ve spent hours watching that woman walk up and down stores, prancing round the bedroom breaking in a new set. She once admitted they gave her the god complex she needed for the court room. They didn’t need to see her suited for the day, yet still donning her fluffy socks like you.

Kisses your cheek any chance she gets > there is positively nothing better to you than when you’re ‘gossiping’ in bed, cuddled together, she laughs against your flesh, her teeth gently scraping your cheek. The same goes for you, Alex isn’t one for PDA but that doesn’t stop her from tilting her jaw towards you any time you pass at work, or go to leave a room.

Bullshit corner:

These got very long, very fast.

I’ll just post more parts? Then what you gonna do?

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zycalex · 8 days ago

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Boss Alex Cabot?! Whose skin flushes when she’s drunk.

It starts as a soft glow to her cheeks, any semblance of a smile felt brighter - relaxed. She’d had a glass to herself before she’d shared the matter, taking her time to spread the condensation from the glass. Her thumb swiping across the back of your hand as you took it.

“Y/N” she sighed, you were in her apartment on a Saturday night, missing dinner with friends just to catch a moment with her.

She needed a file.

It’s almost eleven pm she’d known about your plans, yet she still asked you to break them. She had that right of you and part of you, shameful didn’t care at all.

Yet softly the blush grew, her jaw impossibly defined by flushed of red that lead down her chest. Each breath she took drawing you to her neckline.

“Do you think I have a stern face?” Alex questioned suddenly, she sat on the kitchen cabinet. Glass of wine in hand. You never thought seeing Alexandra Cabot in low rise blue jeans and a blue sweater would be your down fall.

You just can’t stop staring at her, how her bangs fall as her glasses rest on top on her head. The cool pink of lips that she has a habit of damping before every sip.

There’s still empty take out containers and case files around you.

“My mother says I’ve always been stern faced.” She continues without an answer, you chance a glance at her face from where you lean across from her. She’s paying you no attention, as usual tilting her wine glass to see her reflection. There’s a spark of venerability to it. “She keep suggesting Botox, it’s punctuated with a pull to the side of her eye.

Only meeting your gaze when her eye watered from the attention. She was always so brutal with herself, you tried not to notice how she wince each time she insisted on wearing heels after the gym. Typically ending with her walking round in stocking clad feet. Or didn’t sleep, how often her face felt hollow before morning coffee.

Yet you couldn’t find her anymore delightful, it was a curse truly, she was vapid at the best of times you’d seen her turn men to mush on the stand. She teased and demanded you constantly, you took it willing with the promise of hearing her laugh.

“I think your face is fine as it is counsellor.” You state, as though a matter of fact, shifting slightly towards her. Her legs curling round your hips as you shrug whispering over the edge of your glass. “The closest I’ve seen to perfect.”

You’re struggling to keep your hands in an appropriate place, wanting nothing more than to chase the deep rouge that flooded her flesh. Her collar prominent, grasping your free hand and pulling it around her waist. Your thumb soothing circles to her back.

Then she laughed, that harrowing, endless feeling of warmth collected you. As though what you said was so utterly outrageous.

“Well thank you baby.” She’d shoot back lowly, her gaze down cast to greet yours as she winked.

Your mouth is suddenly dry.

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