A/N: I'm so SAD to be writing the last chapter of The Pond! I'm so glad you guys have enjoyed this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Thank you for all the amazing reviews! Keep reading my stuff: ) You know the drill – R&R the last chapter! By the way, it's their wedding night. Smut ahead – be warned! XO, Kinsey
Dedication: To my Tuesday night buddies and smut-loving all around crazy girls, Rach and Jess. Loves!
Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination is mine.
They'd ended up deciding not to sneak out of their wedding reception early, choosing instead to hang out drinking and dancing with their friends and kids. When they had tried to escape up to their honeymoon suite at 2am, Elliot and Olivia had discovered the kids trailing behind them, claiming they needed some "quality family bonding time." Olivia had been so touched by the idea that Elliot had agreed to let them stay twenty minutes. Twenty had turned to thirty, thirty to an hour. Finally he'd had to kick them out.
"Okay. Anybody under the age of thirty who didn't get married today – out!" Elliot teased the kids as he pointed to the door of the suite at the Four Seasons.
"Let's go guys, Dad and Liv want to--"
"Stop!" Katie interrupted Maureen.
"I was going to say go to bed," Maureen rolled her eyes.
"Oh ya were not," Lizzie sighed, pushing herself up from the couch. She leaned back down and gave Liv a kiss. "Night Liv. Love you."
"Night, Liz. Love you," Olivia laughed.
"Yeah yeah, goodnight, love you, see you tomorrow," Elliot teased his kids as he shooed them and Luke out the door.
"But Dad," Katie piped up. Luke wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Say goodnight Katie," he said, dragging her away from the door so Elliot could close it behind them.
"Love you guys!" Olivia shouted quickly before the door closed.
"Now, where were we, Mrs. Stabler?" Elliot turned back to her, a lecherous gleam in his eyes.
"Wasn't that sweet of them to come up and hang out?" Olivia asked.
Elliot gave an exaggerated sigh. "Yes! Of course! They're the sweetest bunch of mood killers I've ever brought into the world!"
Olivia laughed.
Elliot eyed her. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he asked suspiciously.
"Of course not!" Olivia grinned.
"You're a liar and a tease, oh beautiful wife of mine," Elliot lunged for her. Her cell phone rang and she rolled out of his grasp to grab it.
"Stabler," she answered, laughing.
"Whatcha dooooooin'?" Alex sing-songed into the other end of the phone.
Olivia laughed and slapped the phone shut. "Shut your phone off – we really are being plotted against," she advised.
"Done," Elliot said, powering down his phone and taking a step toward his wife. "Though I have to say, I really liked hearing how you answered your phone," he said, pulling her into his embrace.
"Really? Turn you on?" she asked.
"Mhm," he answered, bringing his mouth to hers for a kiss.
"Well in that case… Stabler. Stabler, Stabler, Stabler," she groaned into his mouth. "I want to change," she said, all of a sudden twisting free of his grasp again.
"You're trying to kill me."
Olivia laughed. "I swear I'm not. I'll just be a minute."
Elliot collapsed on the bed and waited while she dug a tiny pink bag out of the suitcase and slinked into the bathroom. "It'll be fast. Promise," she assured him as she shut the door. A few moments later, she emerged from the bathroom and stole his breath away. She wore a short, white satin gown, the hem barely skimming the tops of her thighs.
"You. Are amazing," Elliot breathed. He sat up on the bed as Olivia did a spin in front of him. She fiddled with her new diamond and platinum wedding band and smiled at him.
"You like it?" she asked.
"I love it," he took her left hand and kissed the back of it. "Watching you play with your wedding band reminded me that I haven't give you your gift yet, he said mysteriously.
"It better not be a 62" TV," she teased. "I already have one."
He laughed. "Not quite." He pulled a small velvet box from the nightstand drawer and flipped it open.
"What's this?" she asked.
"It's a family ring. I can't take all the credit for it. The girls designed it – Dickie and I just gave it our seal of approval. It has each of their birthstones between yours and mine. The guy at the store said if we needed to add stones at some point we could do that too."
Olivia's eyes welled up with tears as she held out her right hand for him to slide the ring on. It was absolutely breathtaking. In the platinum band was an aquamarine for Elliot, a ruby for Maureen, a sapphire for Dickie, a peridot for Kathleen, another sapphire for Lizzie, and a pink topaz for Olivia. "I love it," Olivia exclaimed as Elliot slid the band on her finger.
"And we love you," Elliot said, kissing her gently. "Thanks for marrying me."
"You are most certainly welcome, Detective Stabler," she said, kissing him back as she went to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. Elliot groaned as her manicured nails scraped gently over his chest. He slid his hand up the back of her thigh and tugged her down on the bed so she was straddling his hips. She laughed and pressed hot kisses over each inch of skin she exposed as she tugged the shirt from his shoulders. She pressed a gentle kiss to the crucifix tattoo on his left shoulder and gazed into his bright blue eyes. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you," he smiled as he said it back.
She crossed her arms over her stomach and pulled the lingerie off over her head. Elliot grinned to find her without a stitch on underneath. He scooted back against the headboard, Olivia still straddling his lap. She reached for his belt and flipped the silver buckle loose to pull the strap of leather from his tux pants. He lounged back, resting his weight on his forearms, enjoying the hell out of his naked wife stripping him slowly. She twisted the button loose and slid the zipper down on the pants. He slid her naked form off his lap and stood to remove his pants and boxers. Olivia stood next to him and "accidentally" brushed against him as she pulled back the sheets and comforter on the bed. He groaned as his hot flesh came into contact with hers. "Liv," he breathed.
"Yes, dear?" she teased with a grin.
"I need to touch you."
"Well have at it. We are married," she reminded him.
He smiled as he rolled her beneath him in the bed. "Indeed we are." He brought his lips down to hers for a slow kiss. He moved down slowly, to her throat, her collarbone, the top of her breast, and then finally took her nipple in his mouth. His tongue licked around it slowly, drawing a low growl from her throat. Her hands fisted in his hair as she held him where he was.
"Don't. Stop," she groaned.
He smiled against her breast. "What about the other one?" he asked.
"Whatever you have to do. Just don't stop touching me."
"I have no plans of that, Mrs. Stabler."
"Oh I love it when you say that," she groaned, her back arching, thrusting her chest out farther to him.
"My wife the shameless hussy. Who knew?" he teased.
"Are you still talking?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," he grinned, going back to feasting on her skin.
She reached between their bodies to touch him, to see if she could get the reaction out of him that he was earning from her. He was heavy and hot in her hand, his hips thrusting forward on their own accord when she ran her thumb over his tip. He moved out of her grasp, kissing his way down her naked body. He drew slow circles on her stomach with his tongue and she moaned. "Lower."
He acquiesced to her wish and kissed farther down, stopping a little too far to the left and placing a kiss on her hipbone. "Here?" he asked.
"No."
He moved to the other hip. "Here?"
"Too far," she sighed.
He kissed a trail down her pelvis to the tangle of brown curls between her thighs. "Here?" he asked, blowing softly on her clit.
"That's it," she groaned.
His tongue slipped out of his mouth and blazed a trail through her slippery heat.
"Elliot, please," she begged.
He brought his hand down to join his tongue and slipped a finger inside her. Pushing it in slowly and dragging it back out, he switched up the rhythm to drive her crazy. He glanced up at her and thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Her head was thrashing on the pillow, her eyes shut tightly, her bottom lip between her teeth, her hands fisted in the sheets until her knuckles were white, the stones from the rings he placed on her fingers glinting in the soft light from outside the open curtains.
"Elliot… I'm so close… I want… you… inside… when I…"
He kissed his way back up her body until he got to her mouth. He kissed her softly, his tongue tapping against her teeth to make them give up their grip on her bottom lip. Her mouth fell open and his tongue slipped inside. She could taste herself on him, which pushed her that much closer to the edge.
"Open those pretty brown eyes," he requested.
Her eyes drifted open slowly and locked on his. She released her hold on the sheets and reached down to guide him into her waiting heat. Once he slid in, she let her eyes drift closed again.
"Move, please," she begged.
He started out slow, thrusting in and out, carefully drawing out the time until her climax as long as he could.
"Faster," she whispered brokenly.
He picked up the pace, but only a little bit. He wanted to torture her like she did to him.
"Did you not hear me?" she teased.
He ignored her and continued his slow torment.
"You're so mean to me," she groaned.
"You love it," he replied with a smile.
"I'd love it more if it was harder and faster," she implored.
"Oh, ok-ay," he agreed, begrudgingly. He picked up the pace just enough to have her teetering on the edge of bliss again.
"Elliot…" she groaned.
"Fall baby. Just let go," he whispered brokenly as he thrusted into her a final time.
She came with a loud scream that he swallowed up in a kiss.
"Oh, Liv," he groaned, reaching his own peak. He rolled to his back and brought her with him, her head resting against his chest as they floated back down.
"I think I'm gonna be good at married sex," Olivia giggled.
"Well then thanks again for picking me to marry," Elliot smiled, stroking her hair gently.
"You know how you could really thank me?" Olivia asked, shifting slightly so she was straddling him.
He did.
A/N: There's your smut – what's an EO without a happy ending? ; ) ESPECIALLY a fluffy one like this! R&R! I love you guys! Thanks again for the awesome reviews of this story! You're the best!! XO, Kinsey