Law and Order: Special Victim Unit

When Marriage Becomes a Sin

Chapter One

Day of Sin

Olivia sighed listening to the music that would end her happiness for all eternity. The sound of wedding bells in the near distance. It was July Fourteenth the day of Elliot Stabler's wedding. Olivia was one of ten bridesmaids in this wedding. Four of them belonged to the groom and the rest of them belonging to the bride. The four belonging to Elliot were Olivia, and his three little nieces. Then there was the best men, only three, all Elliot's. They were named John Munch, Fin Tutuola, and Parker Kaufman. Parker was Olivia's part-time 'lover'. Although how could you really call it that when Olivia was in love with another man?

"Olivia Benson," She whispered letting out another exasperated sigh, "The Groom's Bride," She paused liking the way that sounded and then added the rest of the word. "smaid."

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to think of what was going to happen today. The woman, Holly walking down the aisle to claim the man she loved. The two of them shoving cake into each others mouths…that was bound to make her gag. Ugh…her mind stopped thinking at the garter. She smoothed out her red burgundy dress and walked over to the room's exit. She opened the cream colored door and walked out into the hall.

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Olivia knocked on his cream colored door with his black coffee in hand, a newspaper in the other. She heard him rummaging around in the room and then she heard him telling her he was decent. She walked in slowly. She glanced towards where he was making noise in the hotel room. He was shirtless in a pair of shorts that were made for working out. He was searching around frantically for something.

"Good Morning, you, my friend, are about to become a married man." Olivia said walking over to the table putting the coffee down on the table nearest to him.

He looked up from his position on the floor; he was on his hands and knees. He was taking in her dress, her make-up; either that or it was a form of Olivia's wishful thinking. "You look beautiful."

"Shh…" Olivia whispered, "You're getting married today."

"It's horrible. I can't even find my tie." Elliot stood up. "Maybe it's a sign?"

Olivia got a horrified look on her face. "Elliot no! You are not aloud to have second thoughts. Holly is a good friend you won't do this to her."

"It's normal to have cold feet," Elliot whispered the words her way delicately.

"Well stop being normal," Olivia said afraid of the fact that she actually liked the normalness, "Do you at least have the ring? I mean you can go without the tie but-"

"I gave you the ring!" Elliot yelled at her.

Olivia laughed, "Calm down, I was joking." She reached into the pocket of her dress for the ring. The ring she thought of throwing into a fire so many times. She pulled out the case it was so safely secure in.

Elliot closed the distance between the two of them and grabbed the ring out of Olivia's hand. He opened the ring that Olivia had picked out knowing Holly's taste, much like her own.

"You should try it on…" Elliot said

"What?!" Olivia said, almost a scream. "Stop it…stop it right now."

Elliot grabbed her hand and as she struggled he put the ring on her finger. It slid right down to the perfect place…the perfect fit. Olivia's eyes were filling with tears.

"It fits…" He said his voice descending.

"Elliot what's a matter?" Olivia said looking into his eyes searching, "What's a matter with you?"

Olivia I couldn't get a once of sleep last night, and when I did I woke up an hour later. You've got to call the wedding off Olivia." He assured her, the alcohol scent drifting her way.

"Elliot Stabler!" Her eyes stung the alcohol was so strong…or was that just her emotions? She pushed him against the nearest wall, he went to stand up straight again but she pushed him back down. She slapped him twice, one forth and one on the way back.

He grabbed both of her hands and pushed them down. He then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a massive passionate kiss. Olivia tried to protest but found herself melting….his tongue finding its way into her mouth. His other hand went to her waist pulling her closer to him. Olivia felt as if they fit each other like a puzzle. She felt heat radiating from somewhere it shouldn't as he pulled her closer into his erection. She gasped into his mouth, and he slipped his hand down to her firm ass.

That was when she came back to reality, slapped him again…then left.

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Olivia stood in front of the cream colored door that was the bride's room for the day. She exhaled knowing she was about to deliver a woman the worst news ever on a not-so-silver platter. Olivia should have been standing at this very door ten minutes ago but she had gone to check herself. Elliot had tousled her hair a bit with his amazing kiss. There was a fear that she'd never recover from that one running around Olivia's brain.

She exhaled again…this time louder and longer…and then she knocked. Someone else answered the instead of Holly. It was her maid of honor, Leslie Simmons. Olivia liked Leslie because the girl was so nice and very polite.

"Hi Olivia. Is there something a matter?" She asked. Leslie was so simplistically innocent.

"You could say that." Olivia said with a smile. She realized she'd have to take her happiness down a few notches. "I need to talk to Holly."

Leslie cleared the way for Olivia, opening the door wide. "Come on in."

Olivia walked in and saw Holly coming out of the bathroom in a white cocktail dress. It was very tight and busty in the corset, and then it flared out into a poofy little dress. She looked like a dream. Olivia didn't know why Elliot decided to kiss her instead of his fiancée today.

"Oh god. What's wrong?"

Olivia tried to wrap her brain around why they were freaking out so easily. She must have looked nervous and giddy because that's how she felt.

"The wedding…" Olivia paused wondering if she should have traveled a different route. She kind of wished she would have marched Elliot down her to tell her himself but that wouldn't be good for her. Plus she'd kick his ass.

"It's off?" Disappointment fell over Holly's face in a way that made Olivia's heart sink.

Olivia nodded no happiness in her face at all. She was managing the not jumping up and down very well.

"Why…?" Holly asked.

Olivia looked into her eyes seeing that she wasn't sure that she wanted to know why. She looked a little more expecting….waiting for an answer.

"He's drunk." Olivia stated.

She looked suddenly tenser, then relaxed. It was weird. "So there is still a chance we can get married."

"I don't know you'll have to talk to him." Olivia said hesitantly, she knew she should have said no but she couldn't do that to the heartbroken Holly. Besides…Elliot could wake up when he's sober and decide he wants to get married after all right? A kiss doesn't always constitute feelings…sometimes it's just attraction, but there was so much feeling in that kiss.

Olivia tried to divert her mind. Thinking of the kiss would only make her a smiling idiot.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Holly asked with piercing eyes.

Her mind ran around the thought of the kiss again. His lips…she had to focus. She shook her head indicating no. She lied.