Chap 5

Olivia doesn’t remember how she ended up on the balcony with Casey. Oh, she vividly remembers the point at which Casey took off her coat; what she can’t explain is how they have progressed from “who the hell are you” to being less than an inch apart for the last half hour. Olivia remembers when she was jolted to awareness by the harsh wind. And she definitely can’t forget when Casey’s body reacted to the cold air, repeating the beginning of her demise. Casey certainly seemed to enjoy Olivia’s discomfort. And with a self-satisfied grin, she thinks “And I think she enjoys kissing me even more,” as Olivia continues to partake in that particular pleasure.

Regardless of her Casey-haze, this is what Olivia can remember. After dancing so close that their temperatures rose; their inhibitions were less; and their patience to act on their lust was greatly diminished; they ended up on the Balcony without ever letting the other leave their grasp. Casey decided (wisely in Olivia’s mind) to continue dancing, but in a style that might be seen as inappropriate inside (though they had most certainly pushed it to the limit inside, but Casey was...even more wild outside).

She thinks of Casey grinding her hips into Olivia’s center, guiding Olivia’s hands to roam her hips and thighs. And how she turned to face Olivia, as their hands roamed everywhere, not caring what they exposed in their wake. Olivia felt like she was about to explode as she finally captured Casey’s lips, while she wrapped one of Casey’s legs around her waist and they continued to dance. The first kiss was brief, an assurance and a tease. They pulled back with Chester Cat grins.

“Bet you’re glad you choose me now,” Casey punctuated with her signature eyebrow raise and a smirk.

“It wasn’t a choice at all, Casey,” Olivia replied only to be rewarded with a kiss that carried them until their next necessary breath. And in that breath, Olivia is back to the present. As they lean back into another kiss, they stop when a snowflake lands on Casey’s check.

“Make a wish, Casey.”

“Ok, I have it,” Casey says with a smile. She almost jumps when Olivia licks and kisses off the snowflake, instead of blowing it.

Being Casey, though, she has a retort, “I hope you don’t do that with dandelions.”

Olivia suddenly realizes Casey is only wearing the silk dress in the snow (ok... maybe she was reminded). “Casey you must be freezing, let’s go back inside.”

“Olivia, no,” Casey pleads. “I want to run away with you,” she jokes, “No, seriously, can we ditch this party and walk around the Park. This Hotel is just across from the pond in Central Park.”

“That’s sounds lovely, Casey. Let’s go, but you have to wear your coat. I don’t want a girlfriend with pneumonia.”

Casey chuckles and concedes.


Chap 6

Olivia saunters to the chair where Casey left her coat, while Casey goes to the bathroom to freshen up. As she turns from admiring the gorgeous coat, she finds her self face to face with Marquesa.

“Herrr?” drawls the fuming moll. “You abandoned me for her? Some obnoxiously forward redhead with the color taste of a dog?”

“Casey is incredibly beautiful, and she looks stunning in lime. I’ll have you know, I love her quick tongue. Marquesa, some things just don’t work out. Move on, and leave me alone.”

“You’ll regret this Olivia. No one ever dumps me, especially for a redhead. I’m a million times the woman she’ll ever be.”

Olivia spies Casey walking quickly from the women’s room. She notes that Casey carefully showcases her allure in her strut, but hurries to steal Olivia from Marquesa.

“Go fuck yourself Marquesa; you’re not getting any from me. I’d always choose Casey, no matter how hot you looked and how horribly her outfit clashed. To me, she’s perfect. Now fuck off.”

“Fine, have it your way,” Marquesa replied venom practically oozing from her voice. “I’m sure you and Casey will be very happy,” she said sardonically. With that she turned with a humph and strode out of the room.

“What was that all about?” asked Casey.

“Oh, nothing. Marquesa is just pissed about you and me. As you said earlier, all bark…” Olivia replies. “Come on, there’s a bench with our name on it.”

“I can’t wait. But Olivia- I think you underestimate her.”

“Ok Casey, but she’s just another scorned woman.”

Casey shakes her head, “Olivia, you’ve never had an ex-girlfriend who sees you with another woman, have you?”

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The park is beautiful at dusk with the snow falling. The pond glitters as snow floats on the water, and the pond slowly freezes. Casey’s incredibly stunning face is illuminated by the setting sun as they walk along the path to the bench overlooking the lake and the glowing hotel. They walk with Olivia encasing Casey her arms, their hands linked.

“So, what do you do for fun?” Casey asks.

“I love running. Anytime I’m angry at the world; or someone in particular; running helps. Sometimes, it’s like every thud is like a punch. Sorry, that’s a little bitter... I don’t know, I love talking to my friends over drinks. I love horror films, like ‘Dracula’, and some of the action and romance ones. And I adore dating dashing women,” Olivia responds with a smile.

“I see” Casey says with a laugh as she turns her face towards Olivia and kisses her.

“How about you?” Casey asks.

“I enjoy beating all the guys at softball, outsmarting naive lawyers in Court, and seducing detectives.” Casey replies.

“Are you sure you’re doing that last one enough?”

“Oh, yes. I think I’m doing it perfectly... Olivia, this is beautiful, but I’ve heard the view is even better from my apartment.”

“Well then, we must find out.” Olivia replies, eagerly awaiting the ‘view’. They continue to walk with Olivia’s arms around Casey. They don’t hurry, instead enjoying the way the rest of the world has disappeared. When the world tries to butt in, such as when strangers stare, they simply kiss it away. “A wish, a kiss, whatever makes you happy,” thinks Olivia contentedly.


Chap 7

Olivia lazily leans against the door frame of Casey’s neighbor, as she watches Casey struggle with the door. She admires the way the silk curves around Casey’s ass. The deep plunge exposes Casey’s creamy back, the muscles flexing as she forces the key into the lock.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” Olivia asks again. As much as she is enjoying the view, she wouldn’t exactly mind going into the apartment.

“I said I could do it, didn’t I?” Casey replies, slightly annoyed. With one final shove, she gets the door open. “There, see?”

“You’re a magician, Casey,” Olivia says, as she covers Casey’s neck with kisses.

“Olivia, you’d be a dead goose for mocking me…” Casey sighs, “If that didn’t feel so damn incredible.”

Olivia puts a finger to Casey’s lips, before kissing her hard. As she kisses Casey, she thrusts their bodies thru the doorway. She kicks the door shut as she shoves Casey against the wall. As her hands explore Casey’s waist and shoulders, she finds a strap in her way. She hurries to pull the purse off Casey, throwing it to the floor; desiring starting to affect her. As her hands reach Casey’s breasts, she pauses.

“Casey, why aren’t you wearing a bra?”

“It got your attention, didn’t it?” she smirks, “Besides, now it can’t slow us down.”

“I have to admit, I like the way your mind works,” Olivia says with a sexy grin.

“Olivia, stop staring and act,” Casey says, bringing Olivia’s hand to her breast. “I’m not some bloody statue to admire.” Olivia can’t help but agree.

The silk slides under Olivia’s fingers as she circles Casey’s nipple. The next time their lips meet, Casey tugs on Olivia’s tux jacket.

“Liv… Jacket. Off. Now,” Casey says impatiently. The two make quick work of the jacket, bow tie, and the first three buttons of Olivia’s dress shirt. As she returns to running her tongue along Casey’s collarbone, Casey takes Olivia’s hand to her dress strap, and Olivia slowly (much too slowly for Casey’s liking) tugs down the straps, to reveal lustrous, pale décolleté. Not long after Olivia has rolled Casey’s soft rose pink nipples in her mouth, she finds Casey has moved her hand to the sole button keeping the dress stretched taunt across Casey’s ass.

As Olivia slips the button through its hole, she admires the delicate pink silk knickers that hug Casey’s firm derriere. Olivia slides her hands under the top of her knickers. Her hands grip Casey’s ass, nails digging into her soft flesh. Casey pops the final buttons on Olivia’s shirt, yanking it down. She undoes the bra’s hook and eye, her month quickly finding Olivia’s husky brown nipple. With careful maneuvering, she manages to keep her tongue teasing Olivia, as she reaches down and takes off Olivia’s tux pants.

“Olivia, I do believe you were expecting to get some,” Casey says as she gives Olivia a brief reprieve, responding to the shorted guy’s boxers that have been worn to the point of sheerness.

“I plead the 5th,” Olivia responds as she kisses Casey, their tongues dancing roughly.

Olivia finally realizes the wall may not be the best place to fuck when a bed is ready and willing. Olivia pulls Casey to her bedroom, never completing relinquishing her grasp of Casey’s supple body. The cream fluffy feather cover curls around Casey’s curves as Olivia hovers above her.

“Still want me?” Olivia asks.

“God yes, Liv. Now hurry up, will you?”

With that, Olivia relieves Casey of her knickers, one forceful tug at a time (as if to some imaginary jazz beat). Casey was beautiful, like a dew-covered pink dahlia flower. Her swollen clit, a deep blushing pink. She almost laughs at the cuteness of Casey- when she drags her finger over Casey’s sodden core; Casey points her toes like a ballerina. When her hand disconnects from Casey’s heat, Casey’s hips shoot up in the air, pleading for Olivia to enter her again.

“Liv…” Casey utters in a flustered, yet warning tone. With her urging, Olivia brings her mouth to Casey’s raised hips, as she clutches Casey’s ass in her hands, pushing Casey’s hips hard against Olivia. Her tongue circles her clit slowly at first, then faster and faster; as her nails deep in Casey’s backside. Then she drags her teeth against the hard bud. Casey begins to shutter, as Olivia continues to circle and nip her clit. Adding a finger at the last minute, Olivia feels Casey contract around it.

“Li…v…” Casey barely manages, overwhelmed.

Casey looks unbelievably sexy with her hair strewn wildly across the sheets, her eyes dilated, as she tries to remain focused on Olivia’s. She half closes her eyes and arches her back. Olivia can tell she’s exhausted, but Casey still reaches to pull down Olivia’s boxers.

“Casey, there’s all the time in the world for that. Sleep in my arms?”

“I can’t think of anything better. You know, you’re not allowed to leave the house without convulsing with me inside you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Casey.”

Olivia encircles Casey’s waist possessively, her other hand resting on her hip. Casey nuzzles her shoulder, before tucking her head into Olivia’s chest. Olivia watches Casey fall asleep, marveling at the angel in her arms.


Chap 8

Olivia smells of gin, espresso, and allspice; Casey muses as she slowly awakens from a lovely dream about Olivia. She turns gently in Olivia’s arms to find Olivia looking straight at her.

“Good morning Casey,” Olivia says with a smile. “Any regrets?” she asks slightly hesitantly.

“You’re joking, right?” Casey says as she leans in for a kiss. Mid-kiss, the telephone by the bed begins to ring.

“You’re not answering it,” Casey mumbles into the kiss.

“I had no intention of doing so,” Olivia says as she runs her hands along Casey’s muscular back. The phone soon relents.

As the kiss ends, Casey flips Olivia on her back and straddles her.

“Did you forget about our bet?” asks Casey, her eyebrow raised.

“Most certainly not,” Olivia replies quickly.

“Good,” Casey replies. She runs her tongue between Olivia’s breasts, and then goes to teasing Olivia’s nipples. While Olivia is completely distracted, Casey hooks her fingers in Olivia’s boxers and yanks them off.

“Hey, you don’t play fair,” Olivia mock whines, thoroughly turned on by Casey’s assertiveness.

“I never play fair in the bedroom, Liv.”

Casey slowly traces the path to Olivia’s center. As she hits just below Olivia’s belly button, the phone rings again.

“Fuck off,” Olivia laughs as she knocks the phone off the bedside table. Casey has been doing her part to convince Olivia not to answer, her tongue darting lower and lower, yet not quite…

There… Casey’s tongue flicks the bud hard. Then Casey raises her head, locking her eyes with Olivia. A sexy smirk crosses her face.

“Casey… Please?”

“If you insist,” She replies. Her tongue once again finds Olivia’s throbbing clit. She twists it in circles, pressing deep into Olivia. She goes faster and faster… Her teeth drag roughly over the bud, as Olivia begins to convulse at last. She continues circling Olivia’s clit until Olivia’s eyes stop fluttering and her breathing slows again.

“Damn, Casey.”

“I know,” Casey says smugly. Olivia laughs and pulls Casey against her. Bare skin against skin, melding into one.

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The women walk casually into work, as if they just stopped for coffee before work. They have a new ease in their banter, unnoticeable by all but the closest of observers.

“I’ll see you later, Liv. Have a good day.”

“Alright, you too Casey. Remember, no more subpoenaing Hoover.”

“You tell a girl one small thing about you and she never lets you forget it,” Casey says with a laugh. “Be safe. Bye.”

“Bye.”

As the day goes on, Casey is never far from Olivia’s mind. Olivia is just finishing paper work at her desk, when a flash of crimson catches her eye. Silk ripples and swirls around Marquesa’s ankles as she strides into the squad room.

“Oliv-via. I haven’t been able to get a-hold of you,” whines Marquesa, “Where you with that colorblind flirt?”

Olivia forcefully leads Marquesa away from her colleagues’ prying ears.

“What the hell Marquesa?” Olivia fumes. “You can’t just show up at my work whenever I don’t answer the phone.”

“I’m sorry, ‘Liv-via,” Marquesa says in a little girl voice, batting her eyes. Before Olivia realizes it, Marquesa has her hands all over Olivia.

“What can I do to make it up to you, Oliv-via?”

At that perfect moment, Casey comes through the door.

“Liv?” Casey half-yells; shock, anger and hurt playing in her voice.

Olivia breaks away from Marquesa and follows the fleeing Casey.

“Casey, I promise it’s not what you think... Casey, please?”

Olivia finally grabs a hold of Casey’s shoulder, “Casey, listen to me, damn it.