Back To You ~ (Cazzie Fanfic)

Whatever We Want it to Be

AKA: Prom Part 2

C/W: Underage sex

Giving you an extra long, fun chapter to make up for the fact that I might not be able to update for a while. I have a bunch of chapters written but I'm not sure what order they go in yet. And there's a lot more to come after that.

Likes and Comments appreciated.

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Casey held Izzie's hand tightly as they walked into the Newton Senior High School building. She had been nervous about what Izzie would think of the Newton prom, after Clayton. But now, as Casey glanced over at her, she smiled and gave Casey a flirty wink. Izzie was in full Top mode tonight and Casey didn't know what to make of it. All she knew for sure was that she didn't hate it.... not even a little bit.

When Casey had opened her front door, at the beginning of the evening, Izzie was standing on the porch in a sophisticated black suit with cropped pants and the same sky high heels she'd worn to the Clayton prom. Her high waisted pants had given way to a tight, mesh bustier. Gold jewelry dripped from her ears, neck, wrists and fingers, accentuating the soft golden glow of her skin. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, emphasizing her high cheekbones and the curve of her jaw. Izzie held the plastic boutonniere box casually in one hand, one hip cocked. Casey swallowed audibly.

"Hi," Izzie said, with a piercing gaze, the wobble in her voice the only thing that betrayed her nerves.

"Hi," she replied, softly, smiling as she watched Izzie's eyes slowly widen, taking in her own outfit.

"I thought I was gonna be the one surprising you," Casey said weakly. "You look... amazing."

Izzie seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Her smile was breathtaking.

"I wasn't sure what you'd think."

She glanced down shyly, for a second, and then said, "You look incredible."

Her eyes were huge; open and sincere.

Casey had decided to surprise Izzie with a dress. It's not that she hated dresses, it's just that they mostly didn't feel like "her." But every now and then, when she was in the mood, dresses could be fun. Like playing dress up... or trying on a different, smaller aspect of herself.. temporarily. Just as fun as, say, a tweed suit from a thrift shop at just the right moment. Plus the thought of surprising Izzie, and seeing that cute, shocked look on her face, was too much to pass up.

She'd chosen a simple, grey satin dress with spaghetti straps. It flattered her slim figure, without being uncomfortably revealing, and fell to mid calf. She'd topped it off with a boxy blazer and combat boots that Elsa had insisted on scrubbing and shining (as best she could.) Casey had used a little product to accentuate her hair's natural waves and even purchased a small compact of a translucent glittery eyeshadow. Charisse had applied the eye shadow for her, sparingly, along with some mascara, while Casey perched on the edge of Charisse's bathroom counter. Casey had gone to Charisse's house for "hair and makeup," though it was more to hang out than to work on her own look. She'd left just as Charisse was putting on her own, gorgeous, deep blue dress, with the plan to meet up later.

Back at home Elsa had sighed and teared up after Casey slipped her dress on.

"Oh, Casey! You look so pretty!"

Casey stepped back to look at herself in the full length mirror, feeling good about what she saw. Elsa came up behind her holding both ends of a necklace in each hand like they were going to have some sort of necklace moment where they smiled at each other in the mirror as Elsa fastened it behind her neck. Casey's eyes widened in horror.