Hold On- A Dawsey Story

Chapter 3- your perfect

Dawson stood up as she stumbled toward the bathroom. Casey laughed at the sight of this. She walked into the bathroom and fell flat on her face. She yelled for Casey, who was also drunk. He helped her up. "Thanks," she slurred. "No problem," he came back quietly. They looked at each other for a minute before he put his hands on her waist and kissed her. They backed up until she was pressed against the wall of the bathroom. They continued kissing for several minutes until she broke the kiss for much needed air. He continued to kiss her neck as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

He placed her down on the bed and removed his suit shirt. She chuckled as he struggled to get into the bed with her. They kissed again for several minutes until she broke the kiss and removed her dress. She helped him remove his dress pants as they continued to make out. Casey was about to unclip her bra as there was a knock on his front door. He quickly put his suit back on and she quickly put her dress back on. They were immediately sober as she sat on the couch and he went to the door.

Casey opened the door to the sight of Severide. "Hey, what's up?" Asked Casey. "Not much, but you look like toe going somewhere," he replied. "Oh no no, we just got back," Casey said. "We?" Asked Severide. He walked into the living room and saw Dawson. He noticed that her dress was unzipped a bit and her lipstick was smudged on her face. He looked over to Casey and saw the red stains on his face. He shook it off and drank some more wine with them.