Getting closer and closer to the Langson wedding, most likely next chapter. For now, enjoy this one.

Olivia went to the bridal shop right from work and was now standing in her dress for her final fitting. It was simple, off the shoulder, with a sweetheart neckline. It hugged her curves, and flared out just past her thighs, she added a braided cloth sash around her hips of eggplant purple, navy, and gold with a brooch that rested on her right hip. She added a long veil and she gasped. "Wow," she whispered. "This is perfect." She felt tears in her eyes. "I feel like a bride." She gasped. "Thank you." She changed into her own clothes and walked back to the apartment. There was a little more than a week until the wedding. She walked into the apartment and smiled when she saw Trevor. "Hey, sexy."

Trevor smiled and wrapped her in his arms. "Hey yourself." He kissed her gently, allowing her to deepen it. He broke the kiss and smiled. "Our honeymoon is booked."

She smiled and ran her hands over his chest. "Mm, a whole week with you in Italy," she kissed him again, walking him up against the wall. "I can't wait to spend the days strolling around the city, looking at the water, and the nights wrapped in your arms, having you buried inside me," She moaned softly. "Rolling around until we're so tired we can't keep our eyes open. And waking up in the morning to do it all over again," She caressed his face, looking into his eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her, flipping them so she was against the wall, lifting her leg to wrap around his waist. "I want to be buried inside you right now," he whispered in her ear.

Olivia let out a moan. "What's stopping you?" She looked into his eyes. "I want you, too." She smiled and bit her bottom lip. "You want to make love to me? Or do you want to fuck me? Hm?" She ran her hands down his chest, rubbing over his pants. He groaned. She smiled. "I'm all yours, Trevor. Why don't you take me to bed, we'll get out of these clothes, and we can have a small preview of the nights on our honeymoon?"

Trevor took her hand and brought her into the bedroom. He turned to face her, seeing her top come over her head. "My God, you're so sexy." He watched her walk closer, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He felt her lips on his neck. "Oh, Liv."

She smiled and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, looking up into his eyes. She kissed down his torso and knelt in front of him, looking up at him. "You nice and hard for me, baby?"

He looked down at her. "Liv, you don't have to—"

Olivia cut him off. "Trevor, let me try," she whispered. "I need to try." She felt his fingers caress her face and she saw him nod. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them, and his boxers off his hips, releasing his erection. She groaned and stroked him, her nails raking over his inner thighs. "So big," she whispered. "So hard."

Trevor groaned, watching her stroke him, meeting her eyes. "The way look at me."

She smiled and licked up his shaft, taking him in her mouth. She moaned and sucked gently. She heard his groan, feeling him gather her hair in his hand, away from her face. She let him go and smiled. "I missed this," she whispered.

He groaned as she went back to pleasuring him with her mouth. "Jesus Christ, Liv. I'm gonna come." He groaned.

Olivia smiled, continuing to stroke him as her lips slid off of him. "So come. Let me taste you." She whispered. "Mm, please baby. Come in my mouth," she pouted and he groaned. She smiled and took him back in her mouth, sucking just the tip. She tasted his release on her tongue moments later. She pulled back and smiled, swallowing. "So fucking good."

Trevor pulled her up and kissed her passionately. He stepped out of his pants and unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down, revealing her matching bra and thong set, a pale pink, almost white lace, covering her breasts and her pussy. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, climbing on top of her. "Can I return the favor?"

She moaned. "Mm, your tongue on my clit?" She took a deep breath through her teeth. "Yes please," she whispered and bit her bottom lip.

He reached under her back and slipped her bra off her body, sucking gently on her nipples, before kissing over her torso, pulling her thong down. He bent her legs and spread them, gently stroking her clit. "Oh, so wet, baby." He kissed her clit gently, licking up her slit. "Mm."

Olivia arched her back and gasped. "Oh, Trevor!" She gripped his hair. "Mm, just like that. Oh, fuck!" He grinned, pushing his tongue inside her, rubbing her clit with his fingers. "Oh my God," she was writhing beneath him. "Oh, Trevor," she felt him pull back and lightly blow on her clit, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm coming baby!" She arched her back, feeling his mouth covering her, sucking. "I—" her orgasm took over her body and she ground her hips into his face. He slowly brought her down She she pulled him up and kissed him hungrily.

Trevor groaned and kissed her back, feeling her nails scratch his back. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "I love you so much," he whispered.

She smiled. "I love you, too. And not just because you have a magic tongue," she giggled. "I love you for what's in here," she rested her hand over his heart. "And what's in here," she gently touched his temple." He rolled them to their sides. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "A little over a week," she whispered. "And I'll be Mrs. Trevor Langan." She kissed him softly. "And I can't wait," she whispered. "You are all I've ever wanted, and so much more. So, so much more."

He kissed her softly, wrapping them in blankets. "You're the woman of my dreams, and I can't wait to call you my wife." He held her tight, running his fingers over her skin. "You're beautiful, Liv. So beautiful."

Olivia blushed and looked away from his eyes momentarily before finding them again. "Wait until you see me in my dress," she wrapped her arms around him. "I just hope I take your breath away."

Trevor caressed her face, holding her hips. "You always do," he whispered. "Whether you're in a gown, jeans, or nothing at all. You always take my breath away."

She smiled and pushed him onto his back, straddling him, kissing his lips softly, feeling his hands tangle in her hair as their kiss deepened, the pace slowing down. She felt his hands on her hips, her hips moving with his help, grinding over him. She broke the kiss and moaned. "Oh, yeah," she gasped. She kept the pace slow. "Mm, so good."

He groaned and looked up into her eyes. "Liv," he whispered.

Olivia moaned. "Hm?" She rested her forehead against his, her hips still moving. "Ah, baby." Her clit grinding into him. "Mm, yeah."

Trevor stilled her hips. "What you do to me. I need you. I need to be inside you."

She grinned and sat up, lifting herself up, sinking down on top of him. "Oh, yeah." She gasped and started to ride him, feeling Trevor help her move her hips over him, steadying her. "Baby!"

He groaned. "Oh, God, Liv!" He started thrusting up inside of her he heard her moans. "Tell me," he said in a raspy voice."

Olivia's voice shook. "I love you, Trevor." She felt his fingers on her clit. "Oh my God!"

Trevor grinned. "You like that?"

She groaned and massaged her breasts. "Yeah. It's so good. Ooooh make me come baby. I need it."

He pulled her down and kissed her, feeling her hips grind into his hand. "Come on, keep talking to me, baby."

Olivia gasped. "Oh, Trevor. Baby, I'm yours."

Trevor groaned. "Again," he rubbed her clit faster.

She gasped. "I'm… yours!" She arched her back.

He used his free hand to reach around and spank her, hearing her groan. "That's it. One more time, Liv. You're so close. Come screaming my name."

Olivia started riding him faster, her body in overdrive. "Oh, God, I'm yours! Trevor!" She clenched around him, stilling him, riding out her orgasm, feeling his release. She collapsed on top of him, tears running down her face. "Oh that was so good, baby. Mm."

Trevor kissed her. "Why are you crying?"

She smiled. "It was that good, baby. I'm okay, I promise. Jesus that was amazing. That orgasm." She sighed.

He rubbed her back. "You're incredible, Liv." He kissed her softly.

Olivia closed her eyes. "Mm. I can't feel my legs, my body is still tingling." She kissed his chest. "God, what you do to me," she whispered. She rested on top of him, letting her body come down. "Mm," she groaned.

Trevor smiled. "What's wrong, beautiful?"

She kissed his chest. "I'm hungry. But I don't want to move."

He chuckled. "How about I go get us something to eat, you can stay here, under the covers, nice and warm? And I'll bring our dinner to bed?" He rolled them to their sides.

Olivia smiled. "You spoil me." She kissed him gently. "I love you." She caressed his face.

Trevor smiled. "I love you," he whispered back. "Which is why I spoil you." He kissed her gently. "Let me go make us some dinner."

She smiled and ran a finger over his lips. "I'll be here," she whispered. She watched him walk out of their bedroom after pulling his boxer briefs on. She sat up and pulled out a book she'd been meaning to start, but hadn't yet. It was a book of poetry. By the time Trevor walked back in with a tray she was nearly finished, tears in her eyes.

He put the tray on the nightstand and sat next to her. "Hey what's wrong?"

Olivia closed the book and wiped her eyes, shaking her head. "The book. It just—" she shrugged. "It's like the poet was just inside my head." She took his hand in hers. "I'm okay." She kissed him gently. "What did you make for dinner?"

Trevor smiled and held her face in his hand. "Chicken and broccoli, some rice." He kissed her forehead.

She smiled and saw him pull the tray over, sitting next to her. He took a piece of chicken on the fork and held it out for her. She looked into his eyes and opened her mouth, closing her lips around his fork. "Mm." She took his hand. "God, you cook so well."

They sat and fed each other dinner, clearing the plates. He moved the tray and pulled her into his lap. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

Olivia rested against him, blushing. "Thank you," she whispered back. She kissed his neck softly. "I'm so in love with you."

Trevor held her close. "I love you, too. More than I could ever describe." He turned his face to look at her, softly kissing her lips. "What were you reading before?"

She shook her head. "Poetry book, small, self published poet who talks about her own assault and abuse. Her work—" she shook her head. "Her work is raw, emotional."

He wrapped his arms around her. "Writing is an incredible outlet," he whispered. "Cathartic."

Olivia smiled. "Yeah. If only I could write in something other than cop talk and legal jargon."

Trevor kissed her cheek. "You can," he whispered. "Your mom was an English professor, baby. You grew up around the classics, you've read some of the best works of fiction and nonfiction that have ever been written. You have it all in here," he whispered, grazing her temple. "Some of the best poets used stream of consciousness. One of my favorites, T.S. Eliot was famous for it. There are so many kinds of poems, so many forms, so many ways to write a poem that doesn't include rhyme or iambic pentameter, or even any form in general." He held her. "You just have to start writing. The rest falls into place."

She smiled. "You're so supportive of me." She held onto him. "And, how did I not know that you like poetry? I love it."

He shrugged. "I don't talk about it much. But I could read poetry all day. American poets especially, modern and postmodern poets generally, I'm not as big of a fan of the romantic poets. I like the metaphor, the simile, the figurative language, the depth that you get in modern poetry. Dickinson, Whitman, Eliot, I could name so many poets that I love."

Olivia smiled. "Maybe we could read some together. I mean, if you wanted. I know it can be a personal thing for people."

Trevor smiled. "I'd love to read poetry with you." He kissed the back of her head. "I used to write. I used to carry a notebook around, keep another one under my pillow. It's been years, but I got a lot out of my head. It helped me feel… lighter."

She looked at him. "I'll read them, gladly, if you wanted to share."

He smiled. "I have to see if I still have my old notebooks." He buried his head in her neck. "But you, Olivia Benson, are a poem. Just you. My favorite poem."

Olivia blushed. "Will you, I mean, you don't have to, but I—" she let out a breath. "I'd love it if you wrote a poem for me. About me."

Trevor smiled. "If I were to pick up a pen again to write, you'd be my muse. In a heartbeat. I couldn't think of a more beautiful, more inspiring muse."

A/N: Full disclosure, there is a little shameless self promo in this chapter. As a poet myself, who self published three books, it's a fantasy of mine that Olivia (or Mariska, or both, I'm not picky) read my poems. The thought makes me smile. Maybe I'll add one of the poems I wrote about Mariska in here. We'll see. Anyway, leave a review, here or on Twitter (couricshargitay). See you at the wedding.