Casey's Valentine

Casey moved her hands to Jason's waist, but, before she could reach the button of his pants, he was grasping her fingers in his and pulling her to her feet. He gathered them in one hand and held them behind her back while his other deftly unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor silently.

"God, you're fucking sexy," he murmured before crushing her lips against hers.

Casey's head spun as he released her hands and tickled his fingers up her side before cupping one breast in his palm. He gently pushed her back onto the bed and went to work at the garters and hose she still wore.

Casey couldn't help but giggle when it took Jason a minute to figure out the complex clip system. "I told you they were complicated."

She relished his touch as his hands moved each silky stocking down her legs and off, setting tingles off everywhere. The man had only touched and caressed her, kissed her, and still Casey felt she was liable to explode. Moisture pooled in her underwear, which came off at last.

Casey lay on the bed naked, feeling exposed but giddy with excitement. The bed dipped next to her, and Jason's hands finally were able to move unhindered over her exposed flesh. She squirmed as he avoided all of her most sensitive areas, focusing instead on her sides, throat, and inner thighs.

"Please, Jason," she moaned before opening her eyes and meeting his.

His grin turned absolutely wicked. "Please what?"

"Touch me, please," Casey whined. "I need more."

Jason captured her lips with his, all but devouring her as his fingers finally found a nipple and traced light circles around it, but he stopped before he reached its hard tip. Casey squirmed as he continued to kiss her, silently pleading with him for more. Of course he didn't acknowledge it, opting instead to continue to tease each breast and nipple, always avoiding the hard peaks that begged for his touch.

Casey's head spun as their tongues tangled, dizzy with desire and longing. She felt like she was about to burst, just teetering along the edge as she craved more and more of him. Jason was maddeningly slow, teasing her further along in her passion.

She broke the kiss, determined to beg if she needed to.

"Please Jason, please."

"Please what?" he repeated again, that same wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Please, I need you," Casey whispered. Jason's lips found hers again as he slipped a finger into her pussy and groaned when he felt the wetness there. "Oh God," she moaned as she instantly came apart under his touch, stars exploding behind her closed eyelids.

He coaxed her with his finger as she bucked against his hand, drawing out wave after wave of her sweet release. Casey tried to hold his hand as she came down, tried to stop him as each wave grew in intensity, but he resisted. Instead, he reached a thumb out and stroked her sensitive clit, causing her to cry out in some combination of intense pain or pleasure as Casey came on his hand again.

Some guttural sound escaped from her as it felt like she positively exploded under Jason's touch. He dipped his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue and nipping it gently, his hands still working steadily between her thighs. Casey threw her head back against the bed, arching and writhing as another orgasm hit her. Dear God, how was he doing this to her?

Casey had to fight to stay conscious as every wave grew in strength and threatened to pull her under. Her head was a haze of lust and desire. All she could think about was her desperate need to feel Jason's cock inside of her.

She thread her fingers through his golden locks and pulled hard to bring his lips back up to hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

"Please," Casey begged as their kiss broke. "I want to feel you inside of me. I need to."

Jason moved off the bed and finally undressed himself completely before moving his body back over Casey's. She spread her legs to accommodate him, bending her knees as his thighs pressed against the back of hers. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the head of his cock teasing her clit, moving up and down against it.

"Please," she nearly cried. There was nothing in the world to her in that moment but Jason and her urgent need for more of him, all of him.

Finally, mercifully, he slipped his cock inside of her. That same guttural sound came from Casey's throat at the sheer pleasure and feel of Jason within her. Casey again grabbed Jason's head to crush their lips together. Still, he didn't move, just held himself inside of her. Casey lifted her hips off the bed, quietly pleading for more of him. She barely registered Jason's breath coming harder.

Jason pulled out and sank back into her again, drawing a moan out of both of them. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Casey still wanted more. He started to slowly thrust into her again and again, starting to find a rhythm. Still they kissed, a messy blur of tongues and lips and teeth.

Jason snaked a hand between them and found Casey's clit again as his pace picked up.

"Oh, God," she groaned, still on fire from her previous orgasms.

Whatever release was building this time was different and she was almost scared of what was to come.

Still, his touch continued, insistent, almost demanding her to come. Casey clutched at Jason's arms and shoulders, searching for some purchase, something to grab onto. She tightened her pussy around him as the feeling low in her stomach grew, almost trying to hold back her orgasm.

"Don't," Jason murmured into her shoulder, his voice strained. "Don't fight it, Casey. I have you. Come for me."

That was all she needed to hear. Every nerve in Casey's body was electricity and fire as she exploded underneath him with a cry. She clawed at his back, bit down on his shoulder as she came, truly having to put all the focus she could into staying conscious. Casey barely registered Jason's groan as she felt his cock pulsing into her, unloading himself into her pussy. Still he pressed on her clit, drawing out every agonizingly pleasurable wave of her orgasm before she exploded with him again with a cry and promptly passed out.

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Jason woke the next morning and felt his body immediately react to Casey's warm flesh pressed against him. She stirred a little, and he froze, not wanting to wake her.

Last night had been incredible, there was no other word for it. Except maybe amazing, explosive, primal, carnal, special. Definitely special.

Casey stirred again and turned to snuggle into his side with a sigh. Jason took the opportunity to study her, her long eyelashes, full lips, her flowing hair. Even sleeping she seemed to glow, although that may have something to do with the previous nights activities. Jason couldn't help but smile to himself at the memory.

She had come so easily for him and made it so obvious that she yearned for him, needed him. Jason's cock jumped a little at the thought of that one orgasm, the one that had pushed him over the edge and sent her unconscious.

He sighed and gently tugged her closer into his arms. Jason couldn't help but wonder how Casey had become such a big part of him in such a short time. Had it really been only two weeks?

There was a strength and independence to Casey that made her so fucking sexy. And then there was that vulnerability that he had first seen the previous night when she had begged him not to break her. Just the thought of him doing that to her was enough to make it feel like his chest was collapsing. He had been telling the truth; he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he were to hurt her like that idiot did.

Jason passed the time until she woke by lightly fingering Casey's hair, remembering with a smile the noises she made in her sleep when he did the same thing last night.

Casey stirred again, nuzzling her head against his shoulder before inhaling deeply. "Mmm, good morning," she murmured hoarsely before turning in place to face him.

Jason craned his neck and pressed a kiss to Casey's forehead. "Morning, beautiful," he replied. Casey propped herself up slightly to plant a kiss on his lips.

"Morning," she said again with a smile before kissing him again and again. One kiss turned into another and in no time their tongues were tangled and Casey was straddling Jason's thighs.

"You're insatiable," Jason growled before pulling Casey close and devouring her lips. He wondered if he would ever get enough of the taste of her when Casey ground her hips into him and all thoughts left him.

"You have no idea, Mr. LeBlanc," Casey whispered into his ear as she guided his cock into her. Jason heard her breath catch before a moan escaped her lips. "Oh God, you feel good," she all but purred.

So did she, her wet, tight pussy enveloping him. Where last night they were almost playful and there was the urgent need for each other, this morning's encounter was slow, patient, exploratory.

Jason gently pushed Casey upright as she ground her hips against his almost lazily. There was no hurry to her movements; Jason could have watched her moving back and forth on top of him all day as the pressure built in his balls.

He moved his hands up her sides, watching Casey's eyes close and head loll in pleasure. Her pace stayed steady, but Jason could feel her gradually tightening around his cock as she drove herself closer. Every moan and whimper that escaped her seemed to cut straight through him. Still, Jason held back, wanting to watch Casey get there at her own pace.

Jason spread his right hand over her hip and pressed his thumb against that one sensitive nub, moving on it in time with her hips. When he took a nipple between his fingers with his other hand, Casey cried out and whined as he felt her pulse and contract around him. He watched in fascination as she came apart over him; he drew it out by starting to meet her hips with his own slow thrusts.

Casey collapsed onto his chest, her long hair tickling his skin.

"Jesus, Jason," she moaned before drawing him in for a passionate kiss.

Jason grabbed her shoulders and easily rolled them over so that his weight pressed his cock into her further. God she felt so good.

Jason pulled himself out and sank back into her again with a groan. Just the feel and sight of her underneath him was enough to drive him over the edge. Still, he held back from driving into her, determined to make her come again.

He nipped her neck while Casey writhed under him, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with her earlier slow pace. The longer she moaned, the more she raised her hips up to meet his, the harder it became to hold back.

Casey tugged his hair, silently begging him to kiss her again. Still he continued the almost maddening slow pace, wanting to draw it out and have her fall apart beneath him. When her nails started to rake his sides and back, Jason knew that she was close again.

He wedged his arm between them, stroking her clit again until she cried out. Jason felt her pussy pulsing around him again, watched as her eyes glazed in pure pleasure and release. This time he followed her orgasm with his own, emptying himself into her with a growl into Casey's shoulder.

They stayed there for a minute or an hour, arms wrapped around each other, sharing an occasional lazy kiss. Jason eventually rolled over but kept himself pressed against Casey's side, planting kisses on her neck and shoulders as he moved.

"Good morning," she almost giggled.

"It is now," Jason replied with a smirk. Casey made a little hum of contentment and rocked back and forth, trying to snuggle into him even further. "So what are we doing today?" he asked casually.

"You don't have practice?"

"Not until tomorrow morning," he qualified.

Casey rolled over to face him, a playful smile on her lips. "Really?"

"Really."

"You're mine all day?" she asked.

Jason chuckled and flashed her a wicked smile. "All night too."

"Well in that case ..." she started before tugging at Jason's hair and pulling him into a long kiss. He nearly jumped when he felt her hand wrapping around his rapidly growing cock.

"You really are insatiable," he groaned before pulling Casey on top of him again.

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Casey hummed to herself while she worked her brush through her damp, tangled hair. The clock on the wall showed that it was five o'clock. How was it so late in the afternoon already?

They had spent all morning in bed, tangled in her sheets until both of them were slick with sweat and their stomachs were growling with hunger. Jason had ducked out to grab some clothes and groceries for stir-fry, so Casey had taken the opportunity to shower.

She considered the last day as she got dressed, opting for comfort rather than style with a tank top and comfy pants. The last twenty-four hours were like something out of a dream. Jason made her laugh, made her writhe in pleasure, made her feel safe. She wondered what would happen when reality would inevitably invade again, when he would be traveling for away games and she would be back at the Wunderbar. Could they work?

Casey shook her head, willing her doubts away. Jason was not her ex-boyfriend. She would trust him until he gave her a reason not to. Wait, until?

The knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts. Casey smiled and had to stop herself from running to answer it. Still, when she pulled the door open, it was almost a relief to see Jason on her doorstep. Casey could see his damp blonde hair peeking out of his white winter hat. Somehow it made his eyes look even bluer. He was so sexy that it almost hurt to look at him.

"Hi," Casey breathed, still wearing her grin, which he returned. Jason dropped the groceries and his gym bag to pull her into a heart-stopping kiss.

"Hi," he murmured into her neck, nibbling a little until Casey shuddered in pleasure. "Still hungry?"

"Famished."

Jason sat her down in one of the dining room chairs with another grin. "Good, now stay."

"Wait, let me help," Casey protested as she moved to accompany him into her little kitchen.

"No ma'am," he replied while pulling out an iPod and a little set of speakers from his bag. "Tonight, this is my kitchen."

Billie Holliday started crooning from his stereo set-up. Jason did a little twirl and started locating a knife and cutting board to chop vegetables.

Casey let out a little laugh as he started doing a little cha-cha to the music. Jason responded with a wink. Really, could he be any cuter?

Minutes later, Casey's kitchen was filled with the smells and sounds of cooking food. She was wary at first, but the stir-fry turned out delicious.

"You look surprised," Jason commented with a smile.

"Because I am," Casey laughed back. "Really, it's fantastic, thank you."

"You're more than welcome."

They chatted easily through the rest of the meal as Jason went back for seconds and thirds. Casey insisted on doing the dishes without his help; he had cooked for them, after all.

They opened a bottle of wine and moved to the couch, just lounging against each other and still talking about everything and nothing when Jason brought it up.

"So Valentine's Day is Tuesday."

Casey froze mid-sip, then compensated by downing the rest of her wine. "Would you like some more?" she asked lightly before jumping up to refill her glass.

"No, I'm good," Jason responded, the look on his face matching the confusion that she was sure he felt. "Let me take you out for Valentine's Day."

Casey ignored his request and made her way back into the kitchen. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Wasn't she just thinking earlier that Jason was not her ex-boyfriend? Surely with the events of this weekend, he wouldn't want to break things off. Right?

She jumped when she felt Jason's hands on her waist and his lips at the back of her neck.

"Let me take you out for Valentine's Day," he whispered into her hair.

Casey turned to face him, appraising the sincere glint in his eyes. She raised a hand and took his face into her palm before squeezing her own eyes shut to stop the tears from spilling.

"Oh Casey," he murmured as he pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that the day it happened was such a big deal." Jason paused for a moment and Casey steeled herself for it. "Do you miss him?"

And there it was. The question shocked Casey into opening her eyes. She stared at Jason, appraising him and the intent behind his question. The same furrow on his brow had returned from the night before, the same concern in his eyes.

Casey sighed, smoothing his forehead with a finger.

"No, not really. It's more like ... I sometimes wonder what might have been. We had picked out baby names, toured houses together, talked about wedding plans. I know I'm better off without him, and I'm happier without him. He was kind of an asshole, really," she admitted with a little laugh.

"No shit," Jason murmured with a guilty smile. "He must have been to do that to you."

He ran his hands through her hair, and Casey closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. "Do you regret last night?"

Casey didn't even have to think to answer him. "No."

"Good," he muttered before pulling Casey into a slow, bone-melting kiss. "So let me take you out for Valentine's Day."

Casey laughed. Well, she had to give him points for persistence.

"I have to work," she said as she waved him off and went to refill her wine.

"I'll ask Mac to give you the night off."

"You have a game," Casey reasoned again.

"I'll take you out after."

"Nothing will be open but the bars!"

Jason laughed. "I'll figure something out."

"Have you always been so infuriating?" Casey asked, though the smile on her face gave her away.

"Only when I really want something. Or someone." The look on his face was nothing but sincerity.

"Fine, you can take me out, but on two conditions." Jason made a motion with his hand, plainly telling her to continue. "One, there will be no mention of the V-word."

"Vagina?" Jason said with a smile.

Casey slapped him playfully on the arm. "You know the word! And two, you win the game that night."

Jason's eyes widened a fraction. The Avalanche were playing against the Canucks Tuesday night, the same team they had been battling for top spot in the division all season. It was going to be a tough game, and they both knew it.

"You have a deal. But why the second condition?" he asked.

"You really think either of us are going to be in a good mood if you guys lose?" Casey asked with an eye roll as she turned to the counter and poured her wine. She thought that much should be obvious.

She jumped a little when Jason pressed his hips into hers from behind. "No, but maybe I could use someone to lick my wounds," he murmured into her hair as his hands found her shoulders, running his fingers along them lightly until goose bumps formed.

"I'm sure O'Brian will be available," Casey replied with a smirk as she turned to face him. "You can lick each others wounds."

"That sounds so dirty when you say it that way," Jason nearly growled before taking her face into his hands. "I don't want anyone licking me but you."

He pulled her closer and ran his tongue along her bottom lip, sending shivers up and down her spine before finally bringing their mouths together into a kiss.

"Ditto," she mumbled before Jason scooped her up and nearly ran with her back to the bedroom.

-----

It was Monday after the team meeting, and Jason was still trying to figure out exactly what he was going to do with Casey the next day. What do you do for a girl that hates Valentine's Day? Kellan and Rory sat next to him on the bench in front of their lockers as they started to suit up for practice.

"So kitty likes to scratch, eh?" O'Brian asked with a smile once he spotted Jason's back.

"Yeah, tell your mom to trim her damn fingernails," Jason replied with a laugh as Kellan howled next to him.