Thanks to all my readers for sticking with me! Update took longer than I thought it would but I don't think it will disappoint ;) Very hot chapter! Read on.
"This is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas," I tell Casey as she switches on the bedside lamp and slides into bed next to me. I feel her leg brush up against mine and she positions herself so her head is resting on my shoulder. I immediately start to stroke her hair.
"No, it's not," Casey objects. "It's time, Alex. You have to go back to work tomorrow. You can't put it off any longer."
I know she's right, but I still don't like it. It's been two weeks since Jenna was captured and confessed to what she had done to Casey. Two weeks since we made local headlines once again. What a reversal that had been; we went from Casey being called a liar in the press to her being called a 'victim'. Nearly every day for a week Casey was called to give a statement or an interview. But she wasn't ready to publically talk about what happened, and thankfully the press has backed off.
We've tried to put all of this behind us. Jenna is in jail awaiting her trial in two months; she was denied bail of course, so she is no longer a concern to us. We want nothing more than to move on with our lives. Casey is still in therapy and taking her medication, and she's gotten more comfortable around me. Her sense of humor is back, and I'm seeing more and more of my playful Casey. We're not exactly where we were before, but I know we'll get there.
We don't talk much about the trial. Casey is going to have to testify and for the first time in her life be on the other side of the witness stand. It's going to be difficult, but Casey is strong. She's strong and I'll be by her side, as will all her friends. She won't be alone.
A big part of the moving on with our lives is me going back to work. I've taken far too much time off and I know it, but part of me doesn't want to leave Casey alone. She wants to look for a job. She has no interest in coming back to the DA's office so I'm not pressuring her about it; but I do want her to find something she enjoys and not just settle for any job. My Casey is so smart and has so many talents. She really had a bright political future when she worked for Senator Palmer. I don't bring it up because I know it's a touchy subject for her, but I do wish she would consider going back. I know she has spoken to him on more than one occasion since Jenna was caught. Mostly to see how she was doing and discuss the trial.
As if reading my mind, Casey says, "I talked to Senator Palmer today. We're having lunch tomorrow."
I stop stroking Casey's hair. "Really?" I try not to sound too hopeful, but I can't help it. "Did he call you?"
"No; I called him. I just want to talk to him."
She doesn't say it, but I know what she wants to talk about. I'm glad Casey can't see me right now, because I'm wearing a huge smile.
It feels so good to have my wife back. To feel her head against my shoulder, to hold her hand, to kiss her. To have her kiss me and hold my hand. To cuddle with her while we sleep. We still haven't had sex, but I haven't brought it up at all. Casey is going to need some time before she's ready for that, and I understand. She's comfortable around me intimately again but I don't want to rush her. I'll give her all the time she needs.
"I'm going to miss you while I'm at work tomorrow," I tell Casey, resuming the hair stroking.
"You'll be so busy playing catch up that you won't even have time to miss me, District Attorney Cabot."
I'm about to say something cocky in response, but Casey cuts me off by burying her face in my neck and kissing me. She kisses me down to my shoulder blades and my body involuntarily stiffens; it's been so long since she's kissed me like that. I stifle a moan and grab a handful of her silky hair as she slowly slides her hand inside my nightgown. She hesitates a moment and I notice, but of course I don't say anything. I'm enjoying this intimate contact too much to risk jeopardizing it. After a moment she reaches down inside my nightgown and slides her hand between my breasts, gently fondling them.
This time I can't suppress a pleasured moan, and Casey smiles in response. I ache to touch her back but I know I can't; not yet. She has to invite me to touch her. So instead I lean against my wife and close my eyes, taking pleasure in everything she's giving me.
And just as soon as Casey started, she stops abruptly. I'm so surprised that I open my eyes and pulling myself into an upright sitting position. I turn my head to look at Casey and expect to see a panicked look on her face; instead she's smiling. When she notices I'm looking at her she says, "Oh! I almost forgot! I have something for you; stay here."
Before I can even say anything, Casey gets up off the bed and runs into our bathroom, closing the door behind her. I frown in confusion; what could she possibly have for us that's located in the bathroom? I guess I'm about to find out.
It's been so long since I've seen the happy, playful side of Casey. I'm so glad this part of her is returning. But I'm naturally overly cautious so I know not to count on it too much. Even though she is making wonderful progress, Casey does still have her bad days. Not every day is going to be happy, so that means I have to treasure the happy days even more. And that's exactly what I plan on doing.
Casey is taking forever in the bathroom. I start to worry; what if she's having a panic attack and was embarrassed so she ran into the bathroom? Or what if she's getting sick? With that in mind I get out of bed and slowly step towards the closed door. I hesitate and then softly knock on it twice. "Casey? You okay?"
Almost immediately Casey says, "I'm fine! Don't come in; go back and wait on the bed!" She sounds perfectly fine and rather insistent, so I do as she says. And this time I don't have long to wait at all.
I hear the bathroom door open and Casey's voice call out, "Alex…" It's her sing-song voice, which always puts a smile on my face. "I hope you're ready for me…"
I nearly stutter as I call out, "More than ready!"
And then suddenly, she steps into sight. I hadn't even realized I had been holding my breath until I see her and I let it out slowly.
She's completely naked, a sight I haven't seen in months. She's wearing the most adorable Casey smile and her red hair is cascading down her shoulders. She's the most beautiful person in this world, and I never tire of seeing her.
I almost start to cry as I reach my hand out towards her and she takes a step towards the bed. This was not what I was expecting at all. "Casey…you are so beautiful…"
She takes my hand and I slide over in bed so she can get in beside me. She never breaks contact with my hand as she says, "Sorry I took so long. I wanted to keep you in suspense. I hope this was worth it."
"You're more than worth it." She's lying on her side beside me now, and she reaches out and takes a strand of my hair in her fingers. Her eyes go to my nightgown and she immediately puts her hands under it again.
"This needs to come off, District Attorney Cabot. You can't play in your nightgown. Take it off or I will."
My body trembles in excitement and anticipation as I realize what is happening, what she wants to do. Without a second thought I yank my nightgown off and throw it across the room. Casey grins and attacks my neck again, and I hold her tightly as my body stiffens once more. She's hitting all my sweet spots.
After she's kissed her way down my neck and chest, she pulls away from me and takes my hand. She tugs on it gently and then to my surprise, places my hand on her inner thigh. No hesitation, no fear.
I look first at my hand, and then at Casey. The look on my face must give way to how shocked and unsure I am, because Casey nods. But I'm still not convinced. I don't want Casey to be unsure about this. "Casey – are you sure you want me to?"
She nods again. "I want you to. I love you, Alex. I'm ready. Please."
I hesitate again, but only momentarily. I don't want to make Casey feel bad about herself; make her feel like I'm afraid to touch her. I swallow and start slow, tracing the length of Casey's soft thigh with my finger. I feel her muscles tighten and she bites her lower lip, letting a moan escape.
Casey takes my other hand and places it on her breast, and the next thing I know I'm fondling my wife's breasts while rubbing her soft thigh. It takes a lot to be that coordinated; Casey is lucky.
I'm feeling confident about my exploration and Casey takes it even further by whispering, "I want it, Alex. Please – do it. I want it so badly."
I don't hesitate this time. I can hear the desire and need in Casey's voice, and I want to give her everything she needs. I take a deep breath and plunge my finger inside her. Instantly Casey tightens around my finger and lets her head fall back as she moans my name.
I know she's needed this for so long; the last time this happened to her there was no love, no feeling. Casey was an object. This time she's loved and she's Casey, she's a wife, she's a person, and she knows that.
When Casey catches her breath, she leans forward and puts her finger inside of me as well. I know what she wants, so I fall onto my back and let her straddle me as she inserts a second finger. I tighten my legs around her and she kisses my bare stomach as she plunges her fingers in and out, making me writhe in pleasure and coming dangerously close to orgasm.
"Oh my god, Casey…" I'm breathing so hard I can barely talk and I grab the back of Casey's head as she moves her mouth to my core. I can feel her soft hair on both of my inner thighs and she chuckles as I practically scream her name. Then she gives me exactly what I need – several times. It feels so good; it's been so long since I've felt this good. At this moment I achieve orgasm and I'm very, very glad that we no longer live in an apartment building at there are no close neighbors to hear me scream. I'm sure the police would be called at this point; that's how good it is.
Casey has expended most of her energy as she collapses against me, her sweaty flesh meshing with mine. I know it's my turn to make her feel as good as she made me feel, and I won't disappoint her.
She looks at me in expectant anticipation, silently begging me with her eyes. As soon as I come down and am able to breathe normally I reach out and finger Casey again. This time she falls onto her back and it's now my name that's being moaned in pleasure.
I hesitate getting on top of her. I want to, but I don't want to send her into a horrible flashback. So instead I keep a little distance as I insert two fingers into Casey. She moans again, and grabs my wrist and squeezes it. "Alex…" she rasps. "Do it. Do it."
She's puling on my wrist and I know she wants me on top of her, so I do. I climb over her, holding my breath and silently praying that she won't be caught in a flashback. But to my relief, she stays right in the moment, with me. Moaning in pleasure and screaming when her own orgasm occurs. Casey releases her juices around my fingers and I smile as I bring my fingers out and lick them, tasting that uniquely Casey taste.
I fall back onto the pillows and Casey clings to me, making us a mess of sweaty, hot flesh. Neither of us speaks for several minutes; no words are necessary. That was the best lovemaking since our honeymoon and I know Casey feels the same way. It nearly brings me to tears to know that Casey finally trusts me enough again to share such a moment with me.
"Oh my god….Alex, damn," Casey says, her voice quivering.
"Yeah, same," I quickly rush out, turning to face her. We're sharing one pillow and she's smiling at me, her hair clinging to her forehead and shoulders. "I love you so much, Casey. Tonight was – this was – "
I can't find the right words and despite all my efforts not to, I start to sob. Happy, relieved tears. Casey calls my name softly and I feel her press a kiss to my cheek as I bury my face into her chest and cry. She's rubbing my back soothingly and holding me. "I love you, too. Thank you for being there for me, for never giving up. For believing in me even when I didn't believe in myself. You're more than I ever could have asked for and I am so glad you're mine. It's an honor being Casey Cabot."
Those are the most beautiful words I have ever heard, and I stop the tears long enough to raise my head and look at Casey. She's smiling again and wipes a tear off my cheek with her thumb. I don't even have any words to say; nothing I could come up with would sufficiently describe how I'm feeling right now.
I start to speak but am overcome with tears again. Casey pulls me down against her, wrapping her arms around me and holding me as I cry. "It's okay, Alex. You don't have to say anything. I know; I feel it too. I feel it too. I love you."
So what did you think? Good night? And do you think it's a good idea for Alex to go back to work, and maybe Casey too? Any predictions? Please review and let me know what you think.