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[storiesofsvu]

Girl Dinner

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun Warnings: language, sass, bantering, smut. Welp, at least this is finally done. I can't tell ya if it's any good or if I even like it, but I finally actually managed to write after a solid two weeks of nothing. Hoping that the creativity will continue to bless me and I can get some more of it done as the month goes on. At least I managed to finagle my way into getting Thursday off so hopefully that will help! Manifest more writing to come from me soon! lol, apologies for things taking so long. Especially to those of you who have bought me ko-fi's for specific requests! Also this is my first time writing a full blown smut piece for a ship and not a reader insert, so it's not gonna be perfect lol

Working through dinner in the Calhoun/Novak household was a very usual thing, especially during the week. Weeknights were for ordering take out to the office while slaving over files or opening arguments and witness lists. They were for going out with the firm, bartering, rubbing elbows and climbing the social chains, making connections that would no doubt come to help you out later down the road. Nights spent sharing bottles of wine with prospective clients at the finest steakhouses in Manhattan for hours while you started to piece together people’s character and integrity. They were for hours spent at Forlini’s, shooting the shit and attempting to make plea deals with the prosecutor on the case, sometimes multiple at once. It was very rare that both of them actually made it home in time for dinner at all.

Not that Casey minded, she was used to eating alone in her office at Hogan place, putting blood sweat and tears into cases that she might not even end up winning. Besides, it certainly wasn’t like Rita was going to cook for her, the best she was getting was pricey take out (which Rita sometimes would send to the apartment when she knew the other woman was home). Most nights Casey got home first she’d toss together something delicious and semi healthy, setting aside a plate for Rita whenever she did get home, if she’d already eaten, it would be tomorrow’s lunch.

Tonight was the rare occasion where they were both home by dinner time, but that didn’t mean either of them were done working. Rita was in the home office; door open just a crack and Casey could hear her on the phone. By the sound of things, she was talking deals, and the sassy and somewhat playful tone in her voice told her it was Barba on the other side of the line. So she chose to stay at the kitchen island and finish up her own closing argument, leave her girlfriend squabbling with her best friend for a little longer.

It was almost an hour later when Casey’s stomach began to rumble, but the office conversation had since changed to speaker phone, meaning it was nowhere near over so she treated it like any other night they were apart. She closed her file folders, stashing them in her work bag and padded through the kitchen to the fridge, staring into it, the pantry and the freezer until she found something suitable to throw in the oven for herself. When it was finished, she took it into the living room with a glass of wine, throwing a mindless show on the television to keep her occupied while she waited for Rita to wrap up whatever she was working on.

She was done a second glass of wine by the time she realized how late it was, letting out a soft sigh as she pushed off the couch. Stopping in the kitchen she poured out another glass of wine for Rita before wandering down the hallway and knocked gently on the door. Rita’s soft ‘come in’ echoed through the space and Casey smiled, stepping into the office.

“Are you that deep into it tonight?”

“I was.” She laughed lightly, “then Raf got me all distracted.”

“Well,” Casey perched on the edge of her desk, placing down one of the wine glasses, “if you’ve still got work to do, start with this, I’ll get you some dinner going.”

“I have dinner.” The older woman replied, gesturing to the snack box she had made to take to work, a handful of trail mix, half a bag of salt and vinegar Boom Chicka Pop, some now very brown apple slices, and cubes of cheese.

“That is not dinner.” Casey practically snorted, “that barely constitutes a snack.”

“It counts.” She protested with a laugh, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth with a shrug, “I had a big lunch, went out with Liz. It’s fine darling.”

“Is this how you eat when I’m not around?”

“It’s food, isn’t it?” She shrugged, munching on some more of it while continuing to scribble on a legal pad.

“Did you survive on Lunchables at Harvard?” She asked with a laugh, the look Rita gave her making her realize she probably didn’t even know what a Lunchable was.

“Rafael cooked. Or we went down to the dining hall. You’ve seen it, that constitutes real food.”

Casey let out a small huff, “I was about to make a comment about how expensive that must’ve gotten but then I remembered who I’m talking to.”

Rita chuckled, her pen stilling in her hand as she looked up at the redhead, “I know you enjoy cooking for me, but I am being perfectly nutritious.”

“Okay, but lunch with Liz, that,” she gestured to the snack box, “plus the half an egg you ate on your way out the door doesn’t count as three balanced meals.”

“Oh,” She grinned, “and I’m so sure your dinner of… what was it? Let me guess, dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and tater tots, does?”

“Hey!” Casey pouted, “at least I actually cooked them! It counts as dinner. Rita, c’mon.” she tugged at her hand, “I’ll even order expensive take out, you need something hot and delicious to eat.”

Rita let out a low laugh, her lips curving up into a devilish smirk as she looked up at the other woman, “you know… if you wanted me to eat you out all you had to do was ask.”

“Rita!” Casey felt her cheeks heat, her eyes widening at the other woman’s words.

“What?” She shrugged, her eyes dragging up and down her body, lingering on the swell of her chest peeking out from under her shirt, “you said something hot and delicious. And something hot and delicious happens to be standing right in front of me…”

“Rita…” She warned, letting out a huff.

“Are you telling me you don’t want me to eat you out?” She asked, picking up her pen again, flipping it through her fingers, “fine, I’ll keep working. But I thought I had you trained better, you should know every good dinner needs an even tastier appetizer.” She glanced up at Casey, her brow raised and a hungry fire in her eyes, “and I am particularly fond of how you taste.” Casey gulped, shifting awkwardly on the edge of Rita’s desk, pulling a dark chuckle from the other woman, “that’s what I thought.” She swatted at her hip, “bedroom. I’m not risking you ruining any of this paperwork.”

The heat from Casey’s cheeks started to tingle through her body, her mind already beginning to cloud at the thought of Rita’s mouth on her. The woman knew exactly just how to drive her wild, she could have her turned on in the flash of a second with just a lingering look or her extensive vocabulary, made even spicier the moment she started dirty talking.

And that was before she even laid a hand on her.

By the time Casey was in the bedroom her shirt was tugged over her head and she was ducking to kiss Rita, accepting the other woman’s tongue into her mouth as she let out a soft moan. Rita’s hands were on the waistband of her pants, pulling them and her underwear down over her hips so Casey could kick them off. The brunette nudged her to sit on the edge of the bed, softly pulling away from the kiss and Casey’s hands flew to her waist, untucking her blouse, fingers sneaking underneath the fabric to tickle across her heated skin. Rita caught her wrists, pressing a kiss to the palm of one of her hands,

“Uh-uh.”

“But.” She began to protest before Rita cocked a brow at her.

“This is about getting you off, and then getting me dinner. I can have my fun later.”

“Promise?” She practically pouted and Rita laughed softly, cupping her face, thumb stroking over her cheek before she leant down, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Promise.” She nodded, “now lie back darling.”

Casey shifted on the bed until her head hit the pillows, her skin prickling as Rita climbed over her, catching her lips in a kiss while her hands began to trace patterns on porcelain skin. She couldn’t help but moan when Rita’s tongue slipped back into her mouth, dancing with her own as their lips moved with a familiar grace. The tingle between her legs grew at the feeling of hands softly groping at her chest, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb and she broke the kiss to moan gently, her head falling back into the pillows.

Rita took advantage, her lips trailing down her neck, teeth nipping gently at her skin in an attempt to not leave any marks in the morning. She licked across her collarbone, pausing to press a gentle kiss in the middle before her lips continue to trace across Casey’s skin. The other woman wound her fingers gently into her hair, holding her to her as she worked her way across her body, little whimpers escaping her lips as her pussy began to flutter. Rita’s lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth as Casey moaned softly, her nails scratching at the brunette’s scalp, her hips rocking up off the bed begging for more contact. Her lips curved up into a grin on Casey’s skin before her teeth nipped at her nipple and she let out a gasp, back arching off the bed. Satisfied with the reaction she repeated the motions on the other side, leaving Casey whining beneath her, body shivering against the bed, her pussy practically dripping. Wrapping a sturdy arm around her waist, Rita rolled onto her back, a small shriek leaving the other woman’s lips as she did so.

“What’re y—”

“Come sit on my face.” She muttered; her breath hot on Casey’s lips as she surged up to steal another kiss.

“But…”

“My appetizer,” Rita squeezed at her hips as she stole another heated kiss, “my choice of how it’s presented, right?”

“You’re ridiculous.” Casey shook her head, kissing her once more before she crawled up the bed, settling her legs on either side of her head and Rita’s hands slid up her legs, softly grasping her waist.

Casey let out a gasp when Rita yanked her down onto her face, her tongue lapping at the other woman’s pussy. Her lips moved with expertise, tongue slipping in just enough to tantalize her, pulling waves of pleasure from deeper within her body with each pass of her tongue. Juices began to smear across her lips as Casey whined above her, her hands shooting out to clutch at the headboard. Rita groaned against her skin, her fingers tightening into her hips, rocking her body ever so gently, encouraging Casey to grind down onto her, to chase her release as needily as she wanted to.

“Oh fu-uck.” Her body trembled when Rita’s nose nudged against her throbbing clit, a whimper escaping her lips.

She could feel Rita’s lips curving up into a smirk against her skin before her mouth shifted upwards so she could suck her clit into her mouth. Casey moaned louder at the sensation, her head falling back as she continued to grind down onto Rita. Her heart was thundering in her chest, heat prickling under her skin as the pleasure soared through her, pussy fluttering around nothing, dripping down her thighs. Rita’s tongue danced patterns against her clit, flicking with the tip exactly how Casey desired, her noises getting louder with each movement from the other woman. She was so close and Rita could sense it, sucking harder on her clit, moaning into her pussy, the vibrations driving Casey wild, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Please…” she whined, pulling a chuckle from Rita whose hand snuck between the redhead’s thighs, playing with her folds before two fingers sunk into her heat, “fuck.”

Rita groaned again, feeling Casey’s pussy pulse around her fingers as she fucked her, her lips sucking harder around her clit. Juices dribbled down her wrist, her fingers curling, quickly finding the sensitive spot inside her cunt, Casey let out a gasp, her head dropping forward as pleasure shot through her body.

“Oh god…” she moaned, “d-don’t stop.” Her body jolted, thighs threatening to suffocate Rita as she continued her motions, “s’close.”

Rita moaned in response, her tongue flicking faster, working in tandem with her fingers, the tips pressing into Casey’s g-spot with each thrust. She rubbed harder, lingering against the sensitive spot and Casey cried out, her entire body shaking as the coil burst and her orgasm hit her, coursing through her body, the fire bursting from under her skin. Rita’s tongue lazily licked at her clit, smirking at the way it made the other woman shudder before she pulled her fingers from her pussy, her mouth sinking back down to gently clean up the mess she’d made between her legs.

Casey could feel her body aching to go limp and in an attempt to actually not suffocate her girlfriend she mustered up the strength to swing her leg off her, dropping down onto the bed as she panted. Rita chuckled beside her, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before she reached out, pulling Casey into her embrace. With a soft sigh the redhead relaxed into her, curling into her side as her head found home on her chest. Rita’s nails softly scratched at her scalp, gliding through her hair as she pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Feeling better?” She asked, her free hand gliding up and down Casey’s back.

“Much.” She mumbled in reply, finally able to catch her breath. It was only after a minute that her brow furrowed and she pulled her head up, looking up at Rita, “wait… this wasn’t about me, this was about you eating.”

“Did I not just eat?” Rita cocked a brow, a grin on her lips and Casey rolled her eyes.

“An actual meal, consisting of physical food that was better than some Lunchable.”

“I’m perfectly fine.” She smiled, leaning down to place a kiss onto Casey’s lips. As much as she would claim she was fine, her body was about to betray her, a loud growl echoing through the room from her stomach. Casey barked out a laugh as Rita huffed, dropping back onto the pillows.

“No denying it now.” Grinning, the redhead stole a kiss, “what do you feel like? Something fancy or something comforting.”

“If that’s your way of asking if pizza is acceptable, my answer is yes.” She pinched at Casey’s waist, “just keep the pineapple on your side please.”

“Of course.” Casey kissed her cheek before rolling over to grab her phone from the nightstand, quickly punching in the order before tossing the device to the side.

“How long.” Rita asked, shifting the blankets around the two of them.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.” Her arms wound around the other woman, “that’s plenty of time for another round.”

“You are insufferable.” Casey laughed as she accepted the kiss.

“And you love it.”

“Mmhmm.”

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#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #casey novak #rita calhoun #calvak #rita calhoun x casey novak #calvak smut #calvak one shot

[valentinesfrog]

#svu #rita calhoun #casey novak #calvak #my ship in 5 minutes

[pondflirtingwithherself]

Would anyone be interested in a Rita Calhoun character study playlist I made (idk if i wanna make it public rn so lmk if you want the link!) 👀

#actually proud of myself for this one #I love character analysis sm #and also my neurodivergent ass would love to explain why I chose each song if anyone wants a rant #svu #law and order svu #rita calhoun #elizabeth marvel #rita calhoun x reader #calvak #l&o svu #Beth marvel

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Link above for my taglist, for anyone who is interested. 

#law and order svu #the flight attendant #the l word #the l world generation q #homeland #rita calhoun x reader #alex cabot x reader #casey novak x reader #rita calhoun x casey novak #calvak #alex cabot x olivia benson #cabenson #miranda croft #elizabeth keane #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #the morning show #laura peterson

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Best Day Off… - Casey Novak/Rita Calhoun

A/N: Fluff for @storiesofsvu​ ‘s birthday bingo.

Rita knows how rare it is for both of them to catch the same day off in a week, it’s part of why she loves the Sunday she gets with Casey every few weeks so much. Still she’s not used to lazy Sundays, she’s used to stress and worry. All stress she holds melts away with Casey, the smaller, slightly softer, woman’s touch is like silk and Casey is more than content merely to nestle into Rita’s side and let her read, napping safely against Rita’s shoulder. Rita smiles as she remembers the first Sunday. Casey, small, almost innocently childlike in her fear, slipping into her bed, whimpering softly when Rita’s fingers slide through her hair, nestled tightly into Rita’s side when she tries to move, burrowing deeper into Rita. Casey, back then, had been full of nerves, sure that Rita would kick her out or leave. Now she’s not so fearful and Rita smiles as she kissing Casey’s hairline, enjoying Casey’s soft hum of pleasure. It's a rare treat to rest like this with Casey, but the more it happens the more Rita starts to wonder what took her so long when it came to bringing her home.

#rita calhoun #casey novak #calvak #law and order svu #katt's birthday bingo 2022

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[storiesofsvu]

There’s been a surge of Casey Novak content/new fans on here recently & I am all here for it!!

So if anyone wants to send in some Casey x reader (or Calvak👀) req’s please do so!!

Here’s some prompt lists for ideas!

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[valentinesfrog]

Mr. and Mrs. Barba have the perfect house, perfect children, perfect marriage, and seemingly perfect lives. They absolutely will not let that be messed up by a devastatingly attractive landscaper and a tragically gorgeous neighbor. No, not at all.

Welcome to my first ever Barisi fic and my millionth ever Calvak fic where we shall drop the babeys into Catholic culture suburbia and say 🫡Godspeed.

Anywho.

#svu #svu fanfiction #barisi #calvak #barhoun #cabenson

[pondflirtingwithherself]

Hey y’all I did a thing

#Calvak #rita calhoun #casey novak #law and order svu #svu #I need to get better at sharing what I write on here lol

[cupidmarwani-archive]

Rita wouldn’t normally be caught dead at a recreational softball game midway into Spring. It’s too warm for her tastes, her pants are too expensive for these dirty bleachers, and everyone is crowded too close together. But, like a lot of things nowadays, she makes an exception for Casey. Tart lemonade explodes across her tongue as her girlfriend’s fingers shift on the shiny metal bat in hand. The only disruption to the thick air is the occasional breeze which washes over them all, kicking up the dust coating everything and giving Rita a lovely whiff of the man sitting next to her who definitely neglected to put on deodorant. Or shower. Or brush his teeth. She swallows back her manners to cover her mouth and nose until the wave of fresh air dies down.

She’ll be the first to admit that she doesn’t know anything about any sport, let alone one that doesn’t really have a professional televised league, but she knows enough to recognize that Casey is good. Everyone cheers for her, and she moves around a lot, and she hits the ball farther than most everyone.  And her team usually wins, which means Rita wins too, if she would ever phrase it so crass. Casey’s insatiable at the worst of times, let alone when she’s high on victory and adrenaline, and knows how much her girlfriend loves the sight of her in her dirty softball uniform.

The ball cracks against Casey’s bat and soars over the field, too small and fast for Rita to look at even if she wanted to. Her eyes, however, track Casey running as fast as she can manage. Sweat must be breaking out across her face, if it hadn’t already. Dripping down her cheeks, her back. But her hands have chalk on them so her grip on the bat doesn’t slip, and Casey has a habit of wiping them on her pants when they start to sweat. They’ll be warm, but dry, cupping Rita’s face afterwards.

People cheer as Casey keeps running, longer than most people, so Rita cheers too. She even stands up. Chanting her girl’s name, watching other players come back to the front of the  diamond, slam their feet against the little rubber makeshift base, and then return to the dugout with huge grins on their faces, But last of all is Casey, who manages to make the full circle and jump into her teammates’ arms, excited, happy. Free. In these moments, her smile is blinding, and she is the sun itself. And although Rita is usually not so narcissistic, she would consider herself the complimentary moon.

After that, things are pretty boring. The next batter for Casey’s team gets an out, and the other team spends the last ten minutes of the game failing to score. When their final out comes, and the game is over, there’s a wave of fresh cheering around her. People trickle from the stands, taking their time and effectively trapping Rita in place for a few minutes because she won’t put herself through the indignity of squeezing past everyone just because she’s impatient. So she stands and waits for the people in her way to clear out as Casey and her teammates get water, talk about getting drinks. From time to time, Casey goes out with them, but mostly- especially when Rita comes- they go straight home. Or just to the nearest restroom with a locking door, if they’re impatient, which Casey often is.

By the time Rita reaches her girlfriend, Casey’s duffle is already on her shoulder and she’s ready to go home. As always, she’s beautiful. Even with dust covering her clothes and face, with sweat all over her, with her lips chapped in spite of applying a thick layer of chapstick before the game and drinking plenty of water.

“Win it for me again, baby?”

“You and you only.”

Casey loops one arm around Rita’s neck to pull her in for a kiss.

#rita calhoun #casey novak #calvak #mine #this was gonna be smut but I fucked off jkherhgerjhfiujdfh

[bumblebear30]

SVU Fic Masterlist

🔥 = smut

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak

Welcome Home Surprises 🔥

Five Times and Once Not Parts 1-6 🔥🔥🔥

Colour Me Impressed 🔥

Just little things  (🔥 not explicit)

Remarkable Things 🔥 Needle in a Haystack

Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson

Cookie Jar

Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak

Oops

The heights you take me to.

Cute 🔥

Behave, now. Part 1  🔥

Behave, now. Part 2 🔥

#Law and Order: SVU #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #masterpost #Alex Cabot #Casey Novak #Alex Cabot x Casey Novak #Olivia Benson #Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson #Cabenson #Calex #Rita Calhoun #Calvak

[smartycvnt]

A Gingerbread Home

pairing: Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak

summary: Casey is surprised when Rita wipes the floor with her during their gingerbread house decorating competition.

Casey held the gingerbread house kit under her arm as she waited in the elevator to Rita's apartment. It was stupid, but neither woman was backing away from this challenge. One minute they'd been watching a cooking show and the next arguing about who was a better decorator. Gingerbread houses were a tradition in the Novak household for Christmas. They had made at least three every single year since Casey could remember, her and her siblings gathered around the kitchen counter with their parents. Casey had decades of experience, which she doubted that Rita had after spending a few Christmases at the Calhoun house.

"What is that smell?" Casey asked as she walked in. Rita's apartment always smelled nice, save for a few attempts at dinner that Rita had made, but this was extravagant. It reminded Casey of the bakery that Rita had taken her to on their Hamptons weekend at the beginning of December.

"Gingerbread for our competition," Rita answered. Casey's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Rita was wearing an apron and had on oven mitts. "Oh honey, you're not winning with one of those kits."

"I thought we were using these," Casey squeaked. Rita tilted her head to the side as she shot the strawberry blonde an apologetic look. Casey began to understand then and there that she did not have this in the bag. "Where did you even learn how to make gingerbread?"

"Despite popular belief, I did have a childhood and did child things like baking Christmas cookies. Come on, let's get started. I'll even play that stupid song you like." Rita tugged Casey into the kitchen and Casey stumbled along behind her. Rita had already designated an area to Casey, who fumbled a little as she unpacked her store-bought kit.

"This doesn't feel fair," Casey mumbled. Rita rolled her eyes and threw a candy-coated chocolate at Casey, who for once didn't even try to catch it in her mouth.

"Chin up, you'll like the reward I choose," Rita promised. Casey's ears burned at the implication of what Rita was insinuating as she started to put her house together. The usual fun of the activity was a little lost on Casey, especially once Rita got into it. Rita was focused and silent, whereas Casey tried to keep herself relaxed.

"You know, it isn't supposed to be this quiet," Casey said. Rita finished up an icing trim around the perimeter of the house before standing up straight to look at what Casey had accomplished so far. "It's supposed to be loud with icing fights and gumdrops hurled across the room and little fist fights in the dining room so that we don't break the house."

"Casey, I love you, but I'm not letting you punch me. That doesn't even remotely sound fun," Rita said and Casey sighed. "Honey, you like doing this with your family, not me. That's okay, we have other things to do together. I am sorry that this isn't fun for you though."

"Will you at least come here and smash the shit out of this with me?" Casey asked. Rita nodded and walked over to where Casey was standing. She stepped in closely enough so that she could smell the body wash Casey was wearing over the gingerbread. "You go first, there's rarely anything left after I go."

"This is ridiculous," Rita chuckled. She knocked off one of the roofing panels, but that was it. Casey moved Rita aside, crouched down to get her angle right and then put her fist through the house with a shout. Gingerbread broke off and scattered across the counter. "You're not doing that to mine."

"Yours isn't really a house."

"You're right, it's a home," Rita finished for her. Casey pressed a kiss to Rita's cheek before grabbing a wall shard and taking a bite of it. "I'm not cleaning this up and you aren't eating that whole house by yourself."

"I know, and just you try to stop me!" Casey ran away laughing maniacally. Rita just sighed, moved her house to a safe place, and then went into the living to wait for Casey to get finished cleaning and bring the remains of her house over for them to enjoy.

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[lesbianologist]

okay so ive never been into law and order as a show or anything at all BUT good lord your blog has me thirsting like a h*rny bitch over the women...namely pippa cox. woman looks like she'd absolutely rail me into oblivion with a stern deep voice and..yeah

oh babes….

i am glad you let me know of this because you are in for a world of joy. you need to visit @swimmingstudentchaos891 for the best headcanons and fics for her. and watch her episodes for the love of god (scroll to appearances in this link). i’ll be writing for pippa soon too, but srsly. go to her blog.

lastly, idk if she’d be your type, but pippa is mine and this woman is also my type: ms. rita calhoun, played by the fabulous and incredible elizabeth marvel:

and some folks who write some amazing works for her are: @storiesofsvu (imho the queen of calhoun and also the fucking queen of angst), @nocreditinthestraightworld, @ms-calhoun, and @alexusonfire (writes for elizabeth keane, same actress but on a show called homeland, but i’m hoping she will write for rita too, eventually). @bumblebear30 also writes for calvak (rita calhoun + casey novak).

ngl i’m sure i’m forgetting some and i’m so sorry for that but these are the ones that leap to mind (and they’re my besties so i am biased).

#anon #answered #recommendations #blog recommendations #fic recommendation #tagging with the other tags later ooops

[serenasoutherlyns]

Not a Summer Crush Part Three

a/n: this one has some very fun special guests. bonus points for past calvak (s/o @storiesofsvu) in this one, and generally very fun cute pining. any feedback is forever appreciated!!!!!

Part Three

A week after you all had drinks, Rita Calhoun flew into Casey's office with a truly impressive amount of speed, banging the door against the wall, causing Casey to jump in her seat.

"Christ, Rita!" she said, catching her breath. Rita stared at Casey, like she was waiting for her to admit something. Casey had no clue what. "Can I help you with something?"

"Casey Marie Cabot Novak," Rita began. Oh God, not the whole full name, she thought.

"What did I do?" Casey asked, running her current cases over in her head, trying to come up with a place where she could've messed up. It was after the last jury of the day, and she was going over her usual end-of-the-day routine.

Rita closed her eyes and breathed. "Casey. Please tell me that you aren't having an affair with Caroline Haley."

That was not what Casey was expecting.

"What!?" Casey tried to say more things, but her brain was buzzing far too loudly. Where on earth had Rita gotten that idea?

"Don't play dumb with me Casey, just tell me, yes or no, are you sleeping with her."

"Literally, no? Absolutely not, obviously no, in no way am I having an affair with my junior colleague; and I resent your implication that I would, and I resent how you just barged in here and yelled at me."

Rita looked satisfied. Either she'd convinced her that she was telling the truth, or whatever authority she'd received this intel from was unreliable.

Casey continued in a more subdued tone of voice. "Who said I was sleeping with Caroline."

Rita took a deep breath. "Nobody did. I just guessed, and when all the pieces fell into place, I freaked out a bit." Casey looked at her. "I think the lady protests too much, though."

Usually, Casey would come back at her with an equally witty comment, correct Rita’s misquote, or, if she was feeling particularly flustered or tired, throw something. Instead, she sunk into her chair and hid her face in her hands, clearly distraught.

"Casey? What's wrong?" Rita asked, trying to pull her best approximation of sweetness out for her friend.

"You're right."

"I'm right you two are..."

"NO!" Casey almost yelled. "No," she reiterated quietly.

"What am I right about then?" Rita asked, somehow more confused than she was when she thought there was something illicit going on.

"I have feelings for her? I guess?"

"Oh, Casey. Did you tell Alex? I mean, it's pretty normal to be attracted to people other than your spouse..." Rita had taken a seat on her couch, obviously a bit uncomfortable with all this sharing of emotions.

Casey had progressed from the startled rage to a quiet sniffle, the kind one gets when they try to keep themself from crying.

"No," a sniff, "she told me."

"Alex noticed?"

"Alex brought it up. About a month ago."

"So, Alex is the one having an affair?" Casey dotted at her face with a tissue, collecting her composure.

"No, she isn't. Um, there's no good way to say it, but... We both wish we were, all having an affair, I guess? but we aren't?"

Rita whistled, a low bell noise. "That's... a situation for sure."

"It is."

"How did that conversation go? 'Hey babe, I like that new junior ADA, we should try to get her to be our third?'"

Casey scoffed. "No? We're not going to ask her out."

"Why not?" Casey just gave her a look, between incredulity and intrigue."I mean, you two are hot, she's gay, and literally nobody could turn you down."

"That's it though, isn't it? She's ten years younger than me, and we're kind of in charge of her at work. The power imbalance is less than ideal." Casey said, wistfully.

"You were sleeping with Mary Clark when you were 27," Rita said with a shrug.

Casey looked her in the eye. "How did you know that?"

---

Alex knocked very gently on Serena's office door. It was the end of the workday and Serena would be nearly done for the evening. A quiet "come in" came from inside, and Alex did.

Serena noticed something was wrong immediately. Alex always wondered how her friend was so perceptive.

"What's going on, Alex?" Serena asked, knowing that Alex didn't show up without texting unless something happened, in fact, she hardly ever made the trek uptown to her office space unannounced. She noticed a faraway look in Alex's eyes, saw her bite her lip, telltale signs that something was bothering her.

Alex closed the door behind her, leant against one of the comfy chairs in Serena's office. Alex always thought that if Serena wasn't such a good lawyer and passionate advocate, she should've been a therapist. Any space she was in was calm (really, she fit her name).

“Casey and I are, having a problem, I guess.”

Serena rose from behind her desk and met Alex, hugging her tightly. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” She let go, sat down, and motioned for Alex to do the same. “What kind of problem, Lex?”

Alex laced her fingers together and then tugged them apart. “It’s Caroline,” she began. “Haley,” she added, like Serena wouldn’t know who she was talking about.

Serena looked at her expecting her to go on. When she didn’t, she asked, “Is she ok?” Alex nodded. “What happened?” Alex’s expression turned more worried, she looked away from Serena. Not a good sign. Serena ventured a guess, hoping she wasn’t right. “Casey isn’t…” Alex shook her head. “Good.”

Serena paused, even more unwilling to imply what she was about to, “Are you?”

“God no,” Alex said, whispering. Serena wondered why Alex even came to her, knowing how self-reliant she was. So... If nobody is having an affair? Serena gave Alex one of her classic looks, that always made Alex feel like her mind was being read. Serena knows that it isn’t that, but it never fails to get her to talk. If nothing else, Alex hates silence.

Alex breathed deeply and tried to calm her hands. She flips the conversation over. “What do you think of her, Ser?” Serena waited a moment to answer, hoping that Alex would open up before she said anything, but seeing that would not be happening, Serena thought about her question.

“I think she’s a wonderful attorney,” she began, knowing full well that your legal prowess was not what was stressing Alex out. “She’s obviously really smart, um, she seems to care a lot about her friends... she’s really pretty, um, I like her, I guess? I don’t know her that well, Lex.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Serena looked at Alex again, as if to tell her that she was done talking for now. “Um, she’s,” Alex swallowed, took a sip from the travel mug she always carried, “unreasonably beautiful.”

Serena was taken aback at her friend’s choice of words, how she felt about the young attorney, yet, there was no affair happening, apparently. “Strong words. But, if neither of you are sleeping with her, what’s bothering you so much?”

Alex turned her gaze up towards the ceiling. “That neither of us is sleeping with her?”

Serena turned her eyebrows up, then narrowed her eyes, pushed her lips out, considering all the things that Alex could be implying as well as all the ways she could react. She opted for some humor, hoping to shock her friend out of her state. “All this over a threesome you haven’t had?”

It worked, and Alex gave her a thin laugh. “I guess so, yeah. Um, I don’t think either of us just want to have sex, though. I think it’s gone a little beyond that.”

Seeing Alex cheer up, Serena allowed herself to react more spontaneously. “Oh my god. You have a crush, and Casey has a crush.” Serena had an open mouthed expression on her face, the kind that would usually bother Alex when it’s at her expense.

Alex bit her lip into a sweet smile. “Casey’s pretty cute about it, too.”

“You should talk to her, Lex.” Serena said.

---

Ramin was sitting at the counter reading texts while you washed that night’s dinner dishes, drinking a glass of the basil lemonade you’d made (mixed with gin for the adults). Ramin could tell something had been bothering you all week, so he’d made your favorite for dinner, khoresh bademjan and rice (every time Ramin cooked, you thanked Ashley for having the sense to marry an Iranian man instead of the string of other French people he’d dated before him). You two had let Ashley go to bed early-- his company had a big premiere in a week that he was consumed by. The girls were long asleep. You danced around to the Googoosh album that Ramin had over the stereo, making him laugh with your dramatic interpretations of the violin lines. You got contemplative as you scrubbed a plate.

“Hey, Ram?” You asked as you stilled your feet and hands.

“Yeah, babes?” He replied, still looking at his phone.

“When you met Ashley, how did you know what you wanted, or that you wanted something with him?” You put the plate down, played with the sponge, turned around. Ramin bit his lip and looked at you. He turned down the music.

“I never like, made a conscious effort to decipher any of that. It was always very natural with him.”

“You never felt like, I don’t know, like, confused?”

Ramin shook his head. “No, no I didn’t. But Ash is so, uh, forthcoming,”

“Demanding,” you interrupted,

“I never had to guess with him,” he finished.

You nodded, picked up a pot to wash.

"Like, we were both single dads, so Léa wasn't an issue. And he never resented Lowell."

"People really did that?"

"You'd be surprised at how many people are jealous of a dead man," Ramin said, looking at the photo on the wall of his late husband with a newborn Léa. "Ash never was. And I just kinda, knew, you know?"

"I don’t, actually," you replied quietly. Ramin hummed.

"Why do you ask? You got a crush?"

You thought about outright denying it, going forward with your old strategy: deny your feelings until they disappear. But Ramin would know you were lying; and you were growing tired of pretending. Every wall that you'd built over the past few months knowing Casey and Alex started to crack. They wouldn't fall just yet. You shrugged noncommittally.

“Have you ever thought about what would happen if you met someone else?”

“God, I try not to.”

“No, like, someone you both want to, I don’t know, pursue.”

Ramin raised his eyebrows, took a sip of his drink. Smiled at you.

“Did someone ask you to have a threesome?”

Your cheeks burned and you held the pan up above your face. “No, but, ah, I think I want them to?”

Ramin’s jaw dropped, half natural reaction half exaggerated fascination. “Juicy,” he said.

“Pfft,” you replied to his teasing.

“Anyways, no I haven’t thought about that. I imagine it would be a lot of conversations and figuring out what everyone wanted. But also, like, I’m too old for that. And we have the girls and very busy jobs, I don’t think either of us has the mental or physical energy for that kind of thing,” said Ramin.

“You’re not that old.”

“I’m 35,” he said, lifting his shoulders and finishing his lemonade, motioning for you to get the pitcher back out of the fridge. He filled his glass again.

“You’re going to finish that before any of us get a second glass.” Ramin did not acknowledge your admonishment.

“I’m 35 and a widower with three kids. I think I get to call myself old.”

“Only because Ashley’s younger than you.”

“And you are a veritable infant.” Ramin retorted, eliciting a wounded look from you, then resolved to return to you. “So, who’re the lucky ladies?”

You groaned as you put away the sponge, the brush, the soap, and the dish towels. The kettle you had put on whistled. “Casey and Alex,” you replied with some effort not to explode at being genuine and sharing your feelings with a friend.

Ramin gave you a repeat of his earlier performance, except this time his jaw dropped in actual shock. “Lina!” He whisper-shouted, in the way one does when they’re trying not to wake up their daughters and grumpy husband. He whistled. “Did they ask you out?”

You bit your lip. “No. But, I wish they would?”

“You won’t get very far with wishing,” Ramin said, already having moved on to strategy, ever the analytical presence. “Also, you have to introduce me first.”

“I don’t have to do anything for you,” you said, teasingly, pouring the now-slightly cooled water from the kettle over a bag of mint tea and moving to the couch, Ramin following your lead.

“How hasn’t Ashley already told me all of this?” Ramin asked, citing Ashley’s famous inability to keep a secret.

“He doesn’t know,” you said.

Ramin nodded as he sipped his drink, then placed it on a coaster. “Probably smart.” He paused, got a mischievous look in his eyes. “I thought you didn’t do pining?”

You muffled a frustrated yell with a throw pillow.

---

"Mary told me," Rita said, "when you and I were involved," Casey gave a pained smile, remembering her first few years as an ADA in white collar, "she congratulated me, actually." Casey's eyes went blank. "I could've sworn I told you that then. What, Case, people talk about people. And she was right."

Casey let it be silent in her office for a moment. "OK, you knowing the details of my sexual past aside," she said, "what made you think I was having an affair?" She didn't want there to be any gossip around the office that could hurt you.

Rita took a second, looking very much the same as she did when she was preparing an argument in court. "Three things. You've been all jumpy and nervous, Alex has been spacey, and I mentioned you to Caroline and she got this enamored grin," Rita noticed Casey seemed surprised by her last point. "I realized as I was walking over to give you this, actually," she said, reaching into her messenger bag and producing a folded blue paper. "Sorry."

Casey sighed, reading the motion. Back to earth. "OK, Calhoun. See you later," she said, as good as shooing the lawyer from her office. They shared a quick hug before Rita left.

"Hey, Casey, if it matters, I think you should talk to her," Rita said as she left.

"I'll keep that in mind."

---

" I will," Alex said, "I have, kind of. Mostly to point out all the reasons it wouldn't work."

Serena considered. "What about all the reasons it would? I mean, you all get along well, your friends like her, it seems like it could be perfect, if you and Casey are on the same page?"

"The stakes are too high," said Alex, "what if she's not into us? What if it gets us in trouble at work, what would happen if we broke up with her? Or what if it breaks me and Casey up?" The last question she raised genuinely shook her up, Serena could tell.

"Those things are all bad, for sure," Serena replied. "I guess the question would be, is it scarier to find out or to never know?"

"I'm not sure. Hell, she probably wouldn't be into either of us, I mean, I'm 15 years older than her and we both have all kinds of baggage, it's kind of part of why we work; and she certainly must get lots of attention, I mean, she's beautiful," Alex stopped talking abruptly as she saw Serena's laughter. "What's funny?"

"Nothing," said Serena, "it's just that I haven't seen you this nervous about anybody besides Casey.

---

"What are you going to do about it?" Ramin asked you once the dramatics had passed.

"I mean," you said, "nothing? What is there to do about it? I can't pursue them, not without losing my job, so I'm going to have to just get over it."

"Or you could seduce them. Make use of your feminine wiles."

You rolled your eyes.

"Flirt," Ramin said, clarifying.

"Can one use their feminine wiles if all parties are women? I mean, aren't they just wiles?" You asked him.

"I don't know, you should find out," he said. Before you could get angry, he continued, "seriously. You should flirt with them, so they either know you're interested and they go for it, or they get too overwhelmed by how amazing you are and go for it in spite of themselves."

You looked at him. "Damn, Ram. For a guy who's only had three partners you really have some ideas about strategy."

He shrugged. "The worst that can happen is they don't respond to you, and then you know. Obviously, keep it appropriate and flirt with them both so it doesn't seem like you're trying to be a homewrecker."

"Maybe," you said, thinking.

---

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