Chapter 21
(Olivia's POV)
The squad and I arrived relatively early to this year's venue the Manhattan Penthouse on Fifth Avenue. It was beautifully decorated and every cop that could spare a free moment was there. There were all the members of the Brass, the Chief of Detectives, Police Commissioner, politicians, socialites, and members of the DA's Office. I had already ran into the Cabot's whom asked eagerly for their daughter and I was sad to announce that I had no idea where she was. The squad and I were dressed in our dress blues, as were every other officer here tonight. Victoria had asked to arrive with Alex and that she was to meet me here. I was nervous; my heart had not stopped thrumming in my cavity since I'd arrive. Tonight was the night where I asked Victoria to be my wife. Her parents knew, Alex knew, the squad knew, and I had their full support.
We were mingling and chatting it up with some of the members of the one-eight, the two-two, and the two-six when I felt everyone surrounding me grow quiet. I closed my mouth and looked to the direction that everyone was looking at and saw two women, accompanied by each other, one clad with a beautiful evergreen dress and the other with a midnight blue dress. Wait, I recognized those women: Alex and Victoria. Charles Cabot approached his daughter and kissed her cheek slightly and did the same for Victoria whilst I moved through the crowd in an attempt to reach them. Emilio Reyes was next, kissing his daughter twice on each cheek and proceeding to do the same with Alex. I see Alex's gaze roam the crowd and a smile graces her features. She leans to whisper something into Victoria's ear and that's when I see them, those scorching grey eyes. She smiles her pouty smile and stands straight.
I take too long to get to her side as men and women are approaching the pair, "May I have this dance Ms. Reyes," a socialite I don't recognize asks Victoria just as I arrive.
"Actually, I have promised my evening to someone. Thank you though," she smiles at the fellow.
"Why promise your evening to someone and then arrive by yourself?" He was pushing it.
"I didn't arrive by myself, I arrived with Alexandra Cabot," she mentions matter-of-factly.
"Who has already left you for another skirt," I glanced over to where Alex was dancing slowly with Casey, those two knew how to get in trouble always.
"I hope whomever it is, is worth it," he mumbles before I interrupt him, stepping to his side.
"Oh, I believe she finds it worth it, don't you baby?" I say as I loop my arm around her back and pull her closer to me.
"I do, Lieutenant," she purrs before claiming my lips, "Dance with me?" she whispers against my chin.
I nod and feel her pull me to the dance floor. We flush our bodies together and follow the sweet melodies the live band is offering. I catch wind of the squad, her parents, the Cabots, and Alex as I maneuver the body clad to mine. She's whispering sweet nothings into my ear and uttering her love for me, complimenting me on my dress blues, and stealing kisses here and there. I get a nod from Alex and she disappears towards the band, "You know you look beautiful tonight?" I say as I stare into her eyes.
"Tonight only, Olivia?" she titters.
I give her a quick peck, "Tonight and every night. You always look beautiful to me," I muse.
"Even when I had a complete red eye and looked like utter shit?"
"Even then, you couldn't have looked more beautiful baby," I lean to rest my forehead against hers.
Just then, the melody changes to something slightly upbeat and as I go to twirl her, I purposefully knock her clutch out of her hands, "Shit, sorry babe, I'll get it for you," I utter quickly as I go to kneel in front of her, quickly fetching the ring box from one of the pockets of my jacket.
She tucks her hair behind her ear and chances a glance to the ground where she captures my eyes and the navy velvet box in my hands. She brings her hands to her chest and her mouth drops, "Liv," she whispers, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"I am here before you as a woman with no reservations, choosing to spend the rest of my life with a woman whom I have the utmost respect and love for. I long to grow with you in mind and in spirit, to live together all the day of our lives. Will you, Victoria Thalia Paige Reyes, make me, Olivia Margaret Benson the most happiest woman alive and marry me?" as I finished, I opened the velvet box and revealed a single two carat oval diamond held by four prongs ring with a rose gold band.
A tear escaped her eyes and she nodded. She pulled me up and captured my lips in a slow, searing kiss, "You have already made me the luckiest woman alive by loving me at my worst and seemingly at my best, Liv. Of course I'll marry you," she snaked her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.
I could hear the crowd surrounding us cheer, clap, and whistle. I smile into our kiss and pulled her closer to me by her waist, pulling back and placing two chaste kisses on her lips before slipping the ring on her finger. She looked at it and smiled, "I love you Olivia, with all my heart," she said, bringing her lips to mine one more time.
In a matter of seconds, our friends and family were surrounding us and giving us their congratulations. Our brief moment of privacy lasted only but a few seconds. We parted with a kiss and promised to reconvene in three hours whilst we mingled and socialized in the event. I kept glancing everywhere just to see if I could catch her eyes once more, sometimes I did and others I didn't. I received congratulations from the Chief of Detectives and a rather long speech from my future father-in-law. All in all, it was an amazing night that was soon coming to an end.
"Lieutenant," I hear from behind me.
I turn and see, "Chief Dodds, nice to see you here."
"And you," he says, extending an arm, which I take, "You're looking rather ravishing in your dress blues."
"Oh," I look down at my shoes and shrug, "thanks!"
"Congratulations on the engagement, by the way. You really hit the jackpot with that one," he says wiggling his eyebrows.
I am taken aback by his comment, "What do you mean?"
"Exactly as I said, Olivia. I'm sure you knew how much money the Reyes' have," he leans in and whispers.
I am confounded at what he is insinuating that I can't even formulate the correct words, "Sure she knew," a voice I immediately recognize as Victoria's comes blaring through.
She wraps her arm around my waist and leans to capture my lips within hers, "AFTER we had been together for almost four months. She only knew me as Mariel Marti, she didn't know me as Victoria Reyes, Chief but I guess you knew that as well. See, when it comes to women," she said, releasing my body and stepping closer to Dodds, "you can tell in seconds whether or not they're with you for the money and the social status but with men," she circled behind him and stopped behind his ear, "you have to work a little harder to figure them out because they will lie to get to what they want. That's why you all," she said, making her way around to his line of vision, "make great salesmen and politicians," she finished slapping a hand against his shoulder and smiling.
I snickered and stifled a laugh, "Contrary to what you may think Chief, Olivia is not with me for my family money. She's with me because she loves the real me."
"That is true," I said, pulling her closer to my body and pressing my lips to hers, "Let's go," I whispered against her lips, as I leaned and caught her mouth within mine once more; the moan that pushed through me giving her enough reason to be home and underneath the covers with me.
I could tell she was swimming in her own arousal, "Yea," she said breathily, "let me find Alex."
"Ok baby," I said as I brushed my lips against hers.
Chief Dodds had the most painful face I've ever seen in a man. I chuckled to myself, "It was nice seeing you Chief," and with that I sauntered off, following where Victoria had left.
Our hands searched each other's body. We were too eager to have our way with the other. It had been far too long and the need grew stronger by the second. The way my arousal was pooling in my nether region burned and grew like wildfire. I needed her flushed against me; I needed to see her, to touch her, to feel her, to taste her… She pushed me on the bed, ridding my body of the remaining clothes, which in reality were only my bra and underwear. I hissed at the sudden contact of her fingertips on my bare skin. Her touch always burned me to my core, it always left aftershock of sensation everywhere she lain a digit. A movement so tender and loving that it shook me to soul, "Please," I begged, "Please, Tori, plea—"
Her mouth against my sex silenced my pleas; she always knew how to make me submit, how to make me shudder, and break. Her tongue probed my insides, exploring known territory for the first time in forever. She lingered everywhere and I could feel her eagerness. It was as if she had forgotten how it felt to be within my legs and she was relishing the moment, living in it in fear she might be dreaming, and I was paying the sweet, sweet price. Her tongue lapped at my insides and my hips met her every stroke, my hands disappearing in long raven tresses, and my moans resonating within our space. Her teeth grazed the little button at the juncture of my sex and the sudden intake of air my body took snapped her eyes open and they settled on my own.
I could feel her smiling against my flesh; her eyes were clouded with desire, "Fuck… me…" I mumbled to the room as her eyes bore into my chest and the guttural moan she emitted to those words nearly had me coming undone. She growled and pushed two fingers inside my body, my back arching and my teeth digging into my bottom lip. She held onto my nub and shook her head, her teeth grazing gently the bundle of nerves giving me shock after shock of pleasure. My legs buckled against her skin, her fingers pumping feverishly inside of me, and when she curled her finger to touch that foreign wall, my screams came soon after. She continued to push her fingers gently, allowing me to ride the wave of my orgasm. My chest heaved and my vision finally cleared to see her hovering over my body. Her smug grin giving me all the strength I needed to take her.
She squealed as I pushed against her body and flipped our positions, my body atop hers. She giggled and trailed her hands up my sides, circling my breasts, and back down where she cupped my ass, her lip caught between her teeth, "I love the way your body feels, Liv," she whispered close to my face. I could only stare. Stare at her incredible beauty, her amazing eyes, her plump lips, and the way her body shone and contrasted against the coloring of her dress. I leaned in and bit her neck, right at the sweet spot, that spot that I knew for sure would make her mine. She arched her back into my body and dug her nails into the swell of bottom. I leaned back and brought her up with me, my hand snaking to the back and undoing her dress. Once pulled down, I was not prepared for what I saw next. She was completely naked underneath her gown, not one piece of fabric lain on her body underneath the bigger garment. I whimpered at the sight and her smug grin returned. I pushed on her torso and dove in her lips, searching, trailing, tasting, exploring, lingering in her mouth as my hand wandered to between her legs. First I felt her curly patch and then her nub followed by her wetness.
I groaned and in a quick movement she was left breathless as my head rested between her shapely thighs. Her scent engulfed me and the taste of her grounded me. Her savory nectar drove me crazy, "God, Liv," she pleaded as her body rose and rode a wave of freshly elicited arousal. My tongue swirled over her nub, not really paying the attention she wanted and needed. I was not to cave until she begged. I teased her entrance, kissed and bit her labia until her breathing turned ragged, "P—please… Olivia," I hummed against her sex, "Oh… fuck me!" There. I pushed my fingers inside her and claimed her clitoris. The movement her pelvis made almost made me lose control of her so I pushed her thighs further back with my free hand and held her in place. I knew how her orgasms were, she lost control and if I wasn't careful, she could seriously exacerbate her injuries. "Liv," she moaned loudly and I knew she was close to her end. I inserted another finger and curled all three forward and with two quick and pressurized swipes all her nectar seeped into me. I lapped and lapped and lapped until I no longer could feel her shake, until her body lay limp atop our sheets.
I slowly removed my digits from her core and she shook slightly. I rose and positioned myself next to her, her body finding mine and our fingers lacing together; her left with my right.
"I love you Olivia Margaret Benson," she mumbled softly and kissed my jaw.
"I love you too Victoria Thalia Reyes," I replied, smiling and kissing her hair.
"No, Victoria Thalia Benson," she corrected, moving our hands in unison.
I chuckled and sighed, "Right, right, I did propose," I quipped.
"Like you forgot already," she chided playfully.
"I will never forget babe, never," I finished with a yawn and snuggling closer to the body atop mine.
She hummed and kissed my jaw once more, "You better not."