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imagines for the cast of multiple shows dedicated to first responders or hospital personnel; i do not own any of the characters mentioned unless otherwise stated.
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You and Matt Casey were together.
There was no secret and no hiding it even from the other members of firehouse 51.
When you met, you were suffering a tragic loss and he was getting over a fairly sudden breakup. It seemed like fate had brought you two together which is why you were sitting in his living room waiting for him to get home.
You were resting in the couch comfortably, your body clad in fire red lingerie, Casey's favorite color. He'd been stressed a lot lately amongst work and other things, so tonight, you were going to help him take that edge off.
You were watching tv when you heard the doorknob wiggle. You turned the television off, sitting up and looking at your reflection in the dark screen. You straightened out your hair, the only light in the room being the candles you lit. They were soft scented, because you know Casey isn't a fan of strong scents. It reminded you the time he threw up after five minutes in Yankee Candle, making you giggle to yourself.
The door opened and in walked your long time boyfriend, Matthew Casey, exhaustion covering his face. He closed the door, locking it, and his eyes widened when he saw you. "Hey baby, how was work?" You asked, batting your lashes up at him. He kept his eyes on you while he sat his bag down at the door.
"Stressful as usual.. what's all of this?" He asked, confused but not complaining. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss an important date like an anniversary. You ran your hands from his shoulders down his arms, pulling his jacket down to expose his strong, muscular arms. "Just because you've been so good to me and you deserve to have a stress free night," you told him, leading him to the couch.
You sat him down, and straddled his lap, kneeling in front of him. His hands ran up and down your thighs, sighing in pleasure. You ran your hands through his hair, massaging his shoulders. He smiled up at you gratefully, as your hands relieving the tension.
