Author's Note: So, I actually really love writing this pairing and really wanted to explore Hank and Olivia's relationship as they go through the nightmare of planning a wedding. Having helped with my sister's wedding years ago, it can be INSANE. Excuse random chapter titles – I don't know how to do them well but it drives me nuts not having them.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. If they were, I'd be rich and a bit of a Dick.

Chapter One: Team Colors Do Not A Good Wedding Make

"I would go with green and silver."

"We're not the Philadelphia Eagles."

"Green and gold?"

"This is New York, not Green Bay."

"White and hunter green?"

"We are not the New York Jets. Why do you keep thinking of sports teams for color combos? This is a wedding, not a sports event."

Halstead shrugged. "Just trying to help."

"Did I ask for your input, Jay?" Voight glared, ignoring Olivia's slight snicker behind his shoulder. "Shouldn't you be working on a case or something?"

"Dock's pretty light at the moment, Sergeant." Jay said.

"Go and do some goddamn paperwork." Voight barked. "And stop giving us suggestions!"

Jay walked out of the office. "You didn't tell Olinsky or Platt to stop giving you suggestions..." He mumbled, disgruntled.

"I heard that." Voight snapped.

Leaning back in his chair, he rolled his eyes. "Sorry about that, Liv. I don't know what's gotten into them."

"They just want to help."

"Well, we don't need help. Let's just stick with something simple for the damn colors. How about black and red?"

"That's a nice combination." Olivia said diplomatically, not wanting to hurt his feelings. No way in hell.

Luckily, Hank Voight could read her like a book.

"Okay, okay," he backed off, "not red and black."

"It's a nice color combination but a bit heavy for a wedding, don't you think?" She said tactfully, deciding not to mention that she really, really, really hated that color combination. "Look, Hank, it's just a day and I'm not really picky but I think we need something a little more subtle."

"Are you trying to say I'm not subtle?"

Olivia tried to repress a smile but must have failed because she got a mock glare from Hank.

"Okay, okay, so maybe that's not one of my strong points. But black and red is still nice." He growled. "You should be thanking me that I'm not insisting on blue and orange."

"And look like Chicago Bears fans? Are you kidding me?" Olivia folded her arms across her chest.

"What's wrong with the Chicago Bears?"

"Jay Cutler," Olivia then proceeded to name off several things that were wrong with the Chicago football team.

"Point taken." He glared at her. "You don't need to rub it in." The Bears were a sore point for Voight – he had been a fan since he was a kid and hated that it had been thirty years since they last won the Super Bowl. "Waitaminute." He looked at her with a half smile on his face. "I didn't know you followed the Bears."

"I just happen to catch ESPN from time to time." More like every Sunday. Despite not really being a football fan, Olivia was starting to enjoy watching the game. She and Hank had already been to a few games over the last several months since they'd gotten engaged and they'd been fun. Especially since for most of them the Bears had actually won.

The sex after the Bears/Jets game had been unreal. And Voight had been so delighted Chicago had beaten New York, he didn't stop rubbing it in her face for weeks. Which was annoying and she told him that.

"How about black and cream?" She suggested.

"Huh." He leaned back and looked thoughtful for a moment. "I like it."

"Wow." She smiled. "You're an easy man to win over, Hank Voight."

"Only when it's you." He gave her a smirk.

"Oh, look at the time." Voight said suddenly. "It's five o'clock. Time to go."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Olivia asked suspiciously. "Aren't you always the last one in the office?"

"Well, I figured we could grab some dinner before the restaurants got really crowded. There's a great pizza place not too far from here..." He said rapidly, quickly looking at the clock.

"Henry Voight." Olivia looked at him sternly. "What's the real reason?"

He sighed. "The rest of the squad is going to be here around 5:15 to go to Molly's for something and I don't want more input from them on our wedding."

She chuckled. "Have you been hiding from your squad?"

Voight glared at her. "No." Hell, yes.

"You can just tell them that the subject is off limits." Olivia suggested. "Make it an order."

"Tried that." He mumbled. "They're quiet for about a day and then they start up again. And you know that doesn't work on Erin. She'll persist. And then she'll talk to Jay and so it gets all around the office."

He turned around and looked at her. "Don't even try to tell me that your squad hasn't been doing the same."

"They know better." Olivia lied, conveniently omitting the very detailed conversation she had with Rollins and Barba over wedding magazines. She hadn't wanted it but they had caught her on one of her breaks flipping through one and had decided to lend their input.

Barba had had some really good ideas...now...to get Hank to believe those ideas were hers...

She grinned.

Maybe later.

"All-right, we can get going." She smiled as Hank eyeballed the squad entrance.

"Chicken." She whispered in his ear as he hastily walked out the door.

"You're gonna pay for that later, Benson." Voight gave her a burning stare.

"Promises, promises." She teased him.

As they walked out to his car, he laced his fingers with hers. Olivia normally wasn't fond of public displays of affection but she found that she loved the feel of Voight's calloused hand in her own. It was comforting and safe and warm.

…...

Hank took her to a little pizza joint, another mom-and-pop type place. It was a hole in the wall kind of restaurant, one that didn't look very promising on the outside. Most people would avoid it based on the appearance alone, the walls were covered with graffiti and it was in one of the rougher areas of Chicago, bordering the south side.

"Oh. My. God." Olivia said, her mouth full of deep dish pizza.

"Like it, huh?" He grinned, looking at her, enjoying her obvious pleasure in the food.

"This is the best thing I've ever put in my mouth." She wiped the pizza sauce off from around her mouth.

"The best thing? Really, Benson?" Voight leered at her a little. "I think I'm a little hurt."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Voight."

"Why? It's fun." He leaned back and grinned at her. "You like it. Don't deny it."

She merely gave him a glare and took another bite of pizza.

"I've been going to this place for years." He said. "Used to take Justin and Erin here quite a bit after Camille died. Got good memories of the place. And the food is the best pizza you're gonna get here on the south side."

"I believe it." She said, taking a drink of her beer.

"It's good to have you here." He smiled.

"It's good to be here." Olivia looked at him fondly. "Despite the fact that some of your suggestions for our wedding are...um...how do I put this tactfully..."

"Awesome?" He supplied a word for her helpfully.

"I was thinking more like 'insane.'" She retorted.

"Other people have gotten married in the White Sox stadium. That's not insane."

Olivia merely gave him a look.

"Okay, so some of my suggestions haven't been exactly helpful." Hank admitted. "Why do we have to go through this all this crap? Why don't we just forget the goddamn fuss and elope?"

"We went over this," Olivia said patiently, "both our squads would kill us. And I promised Munch he could be bartender."

"Yeah," he scratched behind his ear, "Erin had some pretty strong words to say on the topic of eloping."

I swear to God, Voight, if you elope with Liv and skip the whole party thing, I will start making out with Halstead in front of you. And, yes, we're dating.

Although he had known they were dating – god, they were the worst sneaks ever – he still hadn't quite recovered from that conversation.

"Also, Hank," she said seriously, "while I'm not big into the huge wedding dress and enormous reception, I actually look forward to not just running over to City Hall. I know you've been married before and that you're over the whole wedding thing but..."

"You actually want the whole wedding thing, don't you?" He said thoughtfully. "And you enjoy doing some of this wedding planning crap, don't you?" He said, slightly accusingly. But there was a definite note of amusement in his voice."

"If you tell anybody, I will kill you. And hide your body so no one can ever find it." She said threateningly.

"You have my word." He swore solemnly. "Scout's honor."

Olivia grinned, finished her pizza and drained her beer. "Glad we're on the same page about no eloping, then."

"I'm going to have to wear a monkey suit again, aren't I?" He sighed resignedly.

"You make it sound like sheer torture."

"I've had injuries that have felt better." He grumbled.

She laughed.

"Are you mocking me, Olivia Benson?" Voight raised his eyebrow.

"Never." Her lips twitched.

"Just wait until we get home."

Her eyebrow raised in interest.

"Bring it on."

Voight raised his hand for his server. "Check please."

…...

No sooner than had they gotten in the door than Hank had pulled Olivia to him, planting kisses on her mouth, neck, and basically any place that was visible. She pulled off his jacket, he pulled off hers.

"A little eager, are we?" She whispered against his neck.

"After a month, you have no idea." He said, backing her up against the wall. "God, I've missed you, Benson."

"Hank, make sure the blinds are shut."

"I dunno. I was thinkin' of giving the neighborhood a good show." He winked at her, running his hand under her shirt, squeezing her breast.

"Hank..." she said warningly, hand grazing his abdomen and pausing at the waistband of his jeans.

"Fine." He muttered good-naturedly.

After he had made sure the blinds were, indeed, shut, he pulled her back into him. It took them approximately .005 seconds to remove their clothes.

"God," he said, looking at her tan and lean body, "how did I get so lucky?"

"I really don't know." She smirked. "God was having a good day?"

"I'll thank Him forever." He bit down on her earlobe, feeling her shake underneath his hands.

"No. More. Talking."

…...

She's just lying there on her back and she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He wants to take his time with her but, hell, there's no time for that. It's been too long, the separation has gotten to both of them. Long distance engagements? Not a lot of fun.

He pushes into her, relishing the sound of her whimper as he thrusts deep. She arches up to meet him, heedless of the burn of the rug on her back. She'll pay for that later, she knows, but for right now this is everything. And he pulls back and slams back into her.

"Yes, yes...right...there..." she gasps.

"I thought you said no talking." He grins down at her as he pushes his hips against hers. His strokes alternate from slow and deep to fast and shallow. And he changes it up so she doesn't know what to expect.

"Goddamn you to hell, Henry Voight." Olivia growls, her nails raking down his back. "Stop."

He pulls out of her, smirking. "Really?" And Olivia has had enough of the teasing.

She sits up and pushes him onto his back, a sly grin on her face. "My turn. New game. My rules."

…...

"Jesus Christ."

"Don't think he's here." Voight rolled over on the carpet and looked down at Olivia, a grin that most people would call "besotted" on his face.

Even as winded as she is, Olivia still managed to roll her eyes and slapped him gently on his bare arm.

"You were amazing." She smiled over at him lazily, her bare body covered with nothing with sweat and Voight's bare arm thrown over her shoulders.

"I could say the same for you." He whispered, leaning over and giving her a hot kiss.

"We're good together, aren't we?" Olivia ran her fingers down his bare chest.

"The best." And Voight pulls himself up and puts his bare body on hers. "And, hell, if I could marry you tonight, I would."

"Soon enough." Olivia smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around him, sliding her fingers along his back and hips.

And Voight bent down and kissed her. "I love you, Olivia Benson."

"I love you too, Henry Voight." And she kissed him back.

There was no more talking again for quite a while.