A/N: "Marriage is not something to be entered into lightly. It should be entered into with your whole heart, mind, body, and spirit. That's pretty damn heavy to me."

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Elliot woke up from a particularly nice dream, and he rolled over with a smile. "Liv," he whispered, running his lips over the smooth flesh of her shoulder. "Baby," he breathed, hot on her neck.

Olivia mumbled something and shifted, but did not wake. She sighed and made it clear she was still sound asleep.

He chuckled and snaked his hands underneath the sheets, grazing her naked body, and his lips dropped to her neck again. "Come on, baby," he murmured. "Wake up for me."

She moaned, her body moving as his hands slid over her, and she fluttered her eyes. "El," she whispered.

"Baby, please," he groaned, rocking his body against hers as he tried to pull her up off of the comfortable mattress and onto him. "Come on, wake up," he said, nibbling on her neck again.

She finally, slowly, though, opened her eyes and moaned as he bit into her flesh. "God, Elliot, what are you…"

"Dream," he whispered harshly as he sucked. "Amazing dream."

She moaned and eased herself up onto his body, loving the way he nonchalantly rolled onto his back for her without letting go of her neck.

He gripped her hips and moved his way up, kissing her chin and cheeks before settling over her mouth. "Love you," he mumbled against her lips.

She moaned and nodded, rocking into him, her arousal growing as she grew fully awake. She reached around his neck and bucked her hips in a steady rhythm, keeping their kisses deep and powerful as she did.

He groaned, trickling his fingers down to her slit. He moaned louder as he felt how eager she was, how ready, and he positioned himself right in front of her.

The noise she made when she felt him playing at her entrance was low and gravelly, sexy and wonton, and she gave her hips a good thrust, sliding herself over him. "Tell me," she whispered, peppering his face with sweet kisses. "About your dream."

"God," he cried, dropping his head backward as he thrust up, into her, out of her, back again. "This was it, baby. Just this. So amazing."

She nodded, her forehead rubbing against his as she moved, and pressed her lips together with a stifled moan.

"Why are you trying to hold…" he stopped talking, remembering who was in the guest room next to them, why they had to be so quiet, why he'd had the dream of them like this, with her moans filling the room.

She rocked her body faster, scraping her nails down his chest, her silent panting and soft whispers reaching his ears. "El," she said quietly. "Oh, God, El."

He nodded, afraid to let any noise escape, fearing he couldn't control the volume. He bit his bottom lip, his hands moved to her breasts, and he squeezed each one. His thumbs grazed over her nipples, his eyes drove into hers, and he whispered, "Fuck yes, baby."

Letting her head fall back, she felt him tease and pull, tug and roll on her nipples, causing her to move faster. "Oh, God," she breathed.

"Come on, baby," he said to her, nodding. "That's my girl, yeah. Shit, Liv, damn it," came out of his mouth, as quiet as he could keep it all. He thrust upward harder, needing to speed things along before they got out of control, before they lost it.

Her mouth dropped open and her head fell forward as she clamped down on him, trying to keep moving. "El…Elliot…oh, God, El," her whispered, gasping voice said.

He nodded, his lips pressed together, and he grunted as quietly as he could, shooting off into her, his vision blurry as he remained fixed on her.

She panted hard as she stilled on him, her nails were lightly grazing over his chest and shoulders, and she shook her head, almost unable to believe what had just happened, as if she thought she might still be sleeping.

He lifted his hands and ran them both through her hair before looping around her neck and pulling her down to him. He kissed her slowly, sweetly, still breathing hard. "I needed that," he whispered against her lips. "I needed you. I needed...I needed this," he said, kissing her again.

She chuckled, kissing him deeply. "Glad I could help," she joked. She kissed the end of his nose and said, "Next time, try to control your crazy dreams and remember your mother is in the next room."

He rolled his eyes. "If I was seventeen, I'd care. I'm not, so I really don't. I'm a grown man, in my own house, and if I wanna make love to my fiancée, I will."

"You held back," she said, nuzzling his nose with hers, giving a soft sigh.

He let out a breath, too. "So did you."

She shrugged. "I don't think your mother would like…"

"Yeah," he interrupted, holding onto her, staying deep inside of her as he shifted them to the left, onto their sides. "I know." He kissed her and buried his head in the bend of her neck.

She laughed and rolled her eyes, and then closed them, resting her head on his. "Goodnight, El," she whispered, kissing his temple.

He gave a buck of his hips and a soft grunt, making her moan a bit. He chuckled and whispered, "Goodnight, baby." He pulled her tightly to him and sighed contentedly, falling asleep again, dreading the morning when the rest of his family would be arriving to join his mother in making their lives miserable for the next week.

"Wow," Fin said, staring as Elliot and Olivia walked into the squad room. "You two look like…"

"If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all," Elliot said, downing the cup of coffee he held.

Fin raised both eyebrows. "What the hell happened to you?"

Olivia scoffed. "It's who, Fin. Who the hell happened."

"My mother," Elliot spat. "Woke up the entire fucking house at five thirty for a morning run, then made us all take cold showers…she said it would invigorate us…and she made us buckwheat pancakes with tofurkey bacon."

Fin narrowed his eyes. "Say what?"

Olivia swallowed back some of her own coffee. "It seems that Bernie has met someone, and he is a health freak. She followed his lead, says she's never felt more alive and more energetic that she does now, and she's imparting her knowledge on all of us."

"You should have seen my kids, man," Elliot said, shaking his head. "I never thought my daughters could look so demonic, but the glares they were giving my mother were…"

"I was afraid," Olivia interrupted. "Thank God the woman is staying in the hotel with everyone else for the rest of the week."

Elliot chuckled. "Now she can force my aunts to do yoga and eat sprouted English muffins." He sipped the last of his coffee and tossed the white and green cup into the bin. "On top of all that shit, Kathy called this morning and…"

"How is she?" Munch asked, butting in.

Elliot turned, folding his arms. "She's good. Better now that Andy told her he got Charlie. Her stuff is being shipped over and the man can't come within fifty feet of her or he faces charges."

"That's good," Munch said with a nod. "Is she, uh, is she gonna be at the wedding?"

"She doesn't know," Elliot said, rolling his eyes. "She said she doesn't know how she'll handle it, actually seeing me marry Liv."

Olivia scoffed and tossed her empty coffee cup into the bin, then. "She thinks now that things with Charlie went sour, she's gonna latch back onto Elliot and she doesn't wanna do it at our wedding."

Fin shook his head. "Man, you two can't just have a smooth, easy relationship, can you?"

"Have we ever?" Olivia laughed, sitting in her chair. "Nothing about us has ever been smooth or easy."

Elliot smiled at her, winked, and said, "Some things are."

She chuckled and gave him a flirtatious glance, settling in to pick up her phone messages. Elliot laughed to himself as he pulled out his chair, but before he could sit down, Cragen's voice hit his ears.

"Stabler," Cragen shouted from his office door, "Come in here, please?"

Elliot turned to eye his captain cautiously, and then he looked back at Olivia. "What did I do? You were with me, I was never out of your sight, so you tell me…what the hell did I do?"

Olivia shrugged. She bit her lip as she watched Elliot walk toward Cragen, unsure of why the man needed to see him, and not sure she wanted to know.

Elliot closed the door and sat down, and he took on a very defeated look as he said, "let me have it, Cap."

Cragen folded his arms. "I know I haven't really given you a reason to think so," he said, clearing his throat, "But I am happy for you, you and Olivia. You just have to understand…see where I'm coming from."

Elliot tilted his head and squinted. "Wait...what?"

Cragen chuckled and leaned on the edge of his desk. "You're getting married on Saturday, you asked for Thursday and Friday off, I've been avoiding giving you an answer. I didn't…I didn't want to face this, Elliot. I didn't want to realize this was happening, without my knowledge, without my consent, and…before it's too late, I need to come terms with it all."

"Yeah, uh, you had about two months to do that, Cap," Elliot said, sighing. "I don't blame you, though. I don't even really believe it myself sometimes. I wake up, and there she is, in my arms, my ring on her finger, and I wonder when it's gonna end. I wonder when I'm gonna wake up, because I've gotta be dreaming. I thought for so long that she was outta my league, or wouldn't take the chance, and now…"

"Are you happy?" Cragen asked, his eyes narrow.

Elliot, without hesitating at all, nodded and said, "Happier than I have ever been in my whole life."

"Is she happy?" Cragen asked, dropping his right hand to the surface of his desk.

Elliot smiled. "I've got it on good authority that she is," he said. "Very much so."

Cragen lifted a stapled stack of papers, slowly handing them to Elliot. "You need to fill these out, then."

Elliot took the forms, looked at them, and raised an eyebrow. "What are they?" he asked. "I thought you said we wouldn't have to transfer or…"

"When you come back from your honeymoon," Cragen interrupted, "These will have been processed and filed, and Detective Benson will no longer exist."

"What?" Elliot yelled, flipping through the papers. He choked, then, finally realizing what they were.

Cragen laughed at his expression and said, "Sounds like a bad TV show, doesn't it? Stabler and Stabler."

Elliot chuckled, handing the name and address change forms back to Cragen. "We already talked about this, and she wants to keep Benson. Professionally, at least. It's how people know her. What her reputation rests on."

Cragen nodded. "Thought you'd say that," he said, smirking. "You still have to fill out the address forms, though. Her file's had her apartment listed for too damn long, and you and I both know that it's not…"

"Yeah," Elliot interrupted with a sigh. "I'll have these back to you tomorrow," he said, taking the papers back from his captain. He stood, and just as he turned the doorknob to leave the office, he heard Olivia yelling.

Elliot and Cragen ran into the room, just in time to see Fin take hold of Olivia, keeping her away from Munch. "What the hell happened out here?" Cragen asked, folding his arms.

Elliot ran over, pulling Olivia out of Fin's arms and into Fin's. "What happened?" he asked, brushing her hair back, trying to calm her down.

Breathing hard, her eyes closed, she gritted her teeth and said, "He's marrying Lena."

Elliot was confused. He tilted his head and said, "I know that, honey, you got everything ready for them, they just need to tell us when…"

She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes as she interrupted and told him why she was really mad. "On Saturday."

A/N: Two weddings? Or does Munch have some apologizing to do? Kathy, Elliot's mother, and several Stablers at one table…can't be good. Next. Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212