A/N: "Sometimes marriage is not the best move for people in love to make, but sometimes, it's the only logical move left. Sometimes it's Check Mate, Endgame. Sometimes, it really is perfect." – Chess.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. TStabler© owns this story.

Olivia looked at the clock, for the seventeenth time in less than an hour. She sighed harshly and tugged the blanket, rolled and shifted, sighed again, and glanced at the clock one more time.

"It's not going to skip ahead if you keep looking at it," Elliot mumbled, groggy and seemingly amused.

"What?" Olivia whispered, turning her head a bit. She was hearing things, probably, as the man could sleep through nuclear war.

But he chuckled, proving he was awake. "You're looking at it like you want to kill it, and threatening the clock won't magically make it nine-thirty."

She sighed and rolled next to him, looping an arm around him. "Why are you awake?"

He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. "Why are you?"

"Touché," she said with a yawn. She nuzzled closer to him and whispered, "Today."

He hummed and his head bobbed in a nod. "Today," he whispered back to her. "You ready for this?"

She nodded, her nose grazing lightly over his chest, and she discreetly inhaled deeply, taking him in. "That's why I'm awake. I feel like I should be panicking, I feel like I should be nervous or scared, but I'm just really…"

"Excited," he finished, grinning. He kissed her lips softly, pulling her even closer to him. "Me, too." He sighed, as she had done many times, and said, "I'm really glad you decided to stay with me tonight."

She ran her lips lightly over his, down to his neck. He felt her lips move against his skin as she said, "I'm not superstitious, and we're already unbelievably untraditional. I couldn't stand being away from you, El. Especially not now. Not tonight."

He swallowed hard, his eyes closed, and he let out an unintentional moan. Olivia had shown him that he had many soft spots and hot buttons he didn't know about, because she paid attention to every inch of his body, worshipped him as he did her, and his neck was number two on the list. "Liv, baby, you…"

"We're obviously not getting any sleep," she murmured, her lips parting a bit and her tongue poking out as she spoke to lightly touch his flesh.

He let out an almost strangled sound. "Honey, if you're too tired to...if you're not up for anything, you shouldn't…"

"I know what I'm doing," she said, her stern detective-voice turned up. She placed a soft kiss to the spot of skin just above his right pectoral, and then the licked a trail up to the soft spot behind his right ear.

That was button number two. He groaned. "God, Liv, I…"

She chuckled, as he lost his voice, replacing the words with groans. She opened her mouth a bit more and caught a bit of his neck between her teeth, biting just enough to be erotic without hurting him.

The noise he made was inhuman, low and gravelly, and his hands shot to her waist. His fingertips licked at her hips and things like flames, his body was on fire and he wanted hers to be just as sensitive.

She shifted over him, rocking her hips into the growing hardness she felt at the junction of her thighs. "El," she whispered, moving over him slowly.

He shook his head and tried to fight the urge to flip her over and ravage her. "This is…we promised this would be…God, baby, we said we wouldn't…until tonight."

"We don't have to," she whispered softly, low and sultry. Her left hand ran down his chest, her nails grazing and igniting a hitter fire in their wake. She reached her goal, her thumb grazed his tip and he growled again, a painful sounding cry followed. "Never heard that one," she teased.

"Never been this worked up before," he mumbled, his head lolling to his left, coercing her to nip at the other side of his neck. He skimmed his hands up from their spot on her legs, running toward her thighs.

She let her teeth just barely run over his hard-beating pulse and she bit, earning a deep moan from him. She moaned, then, too, feeling two his fingers slide upward, swiping through her wet folds. Her own hand was running up and down his shaft slowly, bringing him closer to bliss as unhurriedly as she could.

"You need…" he tried to speak, his voice was broken and dry. He shook his head and pushed one thick finger into her, making her cry out his name. He smirked, his ego still heavily inflated by the word coming from her voice like that. "Faster," he managed to spit out.

Her hand moved faster, at his command, and her hips rocked into his own working palm. She gripped his body with her free hand as he slipped another finger tightly into her. "God, El," she moaned, loud and throaty.

"Fuck, I love that," he breathed, his hips rising and falling with each stroke of his lover's hand. He twisted his wrist, moving his fingers deep and fast. "I love you," he groaned, moving his thumb rapidly over her swollen clit.

She yelped, bucked into his hand harder. Her back arched and her grip on him tightened.

"Jesus," he hissed, his body rocking as his free hand moved up to cup and squeeze at her breast. He bit his lip and grunted again, meeting her eyes as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. He bent his body up to capture her other nipple in his mouth, his moans loud. His murmurs and ramblings grew unintelligible.

She was working fast, hard, feeling him twisting his fingers inside of her, feeling his thumb flicking over her sensitive bud over and over again, causing deep moans and high whines. She heard him repeated "God, Liv," and she slammed her mouth over his, invading him, kissing him deeply as she came against his hand, on his fingers, with a long, lilting, cry.

Her tantalizing gestures and carnal noises drove him over the edge, and as her thumb swiped over his tip for the last time he burst, grunting loudly as his hips moved violently and he kissed her with more wholeheartedness.

They were silent; just the sounds of their heavy breathing and skin rubbing together in comfort filled the air. Their foreheads were touching, their hearts were beating hard and fast and together. They stayed close and quiet, taking in what had just happened, reveling in it.

"I love you," he whispered, finally breaking the silence. He ran his hands through her hair, looking into her eyes as she rested on top of him. His hands on either side of her face, he firmly stated again, "I love you, Liv."

She smiled, letting out a soft puff of air. She ran her hands down the sides of his face in a gentle caress. "I love you, too, El." She rubbed her nose gently against his and settled her spent body against his. She tried to control her breathing, tried to calm down enough to sleep, but her recent orgasm only made her more aware that in less than six hours, she would be married to the man beneath her. She was way too happy to sleep.


"Are you all right?" Fin asked, looking at Elliot's reflection in the mirror as he fastened his cuff links.

Elliot scoffed, tying his bowtie for the fifth time. "Fine. Perfect. About to marry the woman of my dreams in front of two hundred people we barely know, including my ex wife and her date, who has slept with my fiancée. I'm just great!"

Fin rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're marrying Benson, man. Those people out there don't matter, all that matters is how she's gonna look walkin' down that aisle, headed for you in that dress, the biggest smile she's ever had on her face beamin' back at you. The vows you make to her, the promise you give her, that's what matters today, so to Hell with Cassidy and Kathy. Just marry your girl."

Elliot turned over his shoulder and grinned. "Thanks," he said. "Where the fuck was that supportive attitude when I really needed it?"

"Look, man," Fin sighed, running a hand down his face. "Things with Mel were bad, things with the baby were worse, I don't know what the hell I'm doin' and instead of talkin' to you I just shut down. I'm sorry."

Elliot slapped him in the shoulder. "No worries, man. I know what it's like, feeling like you can't talk to your wife or deal with your problems together. I was married to Kathy, remember?"

Fin chuckled. "But now, you're gonna be married to Olivia. you won't have that problem with her."

Elliot took in a breath and let it out hard. "I know," he said. "I still don't believe it. I won't. Not until we're out there, and she says 'I do,' and even then I'll be convinced I'm dreaming."

Munch walked up behind them and laughed. "Well, ya know, she still has time to run. You want me to go see if she's still in there? Check the fire escape?"

"Man, why do you have to do that?" Elliot snapped, turning to him. "You did this when we brought up kids, when we talked about remodeling the house, you always have to make us panic and you make these snide, insulting…"

"It's how I deal, Stabler," Munch interrupted. "I'm cynical, jaded, bitter. I don't know how to be happy, Elliot. Bitter humor is a defense mechanism, and you know I don't mean it, I just…"

"Then shut up, John!" Fin interjected. "You don't think he's been thinkin' about that all day? Have a little sympathy, here!"

"Mom's there, Dad," Dickie said, stepping up to his father. "You know she is. She's there, in the dress she spent months crash-dieting to fin into, with Grandma's veil and her mother's earrings, and she is gonna walk toward you and make you forget your own name in about ten minutes. So you might wanna put your shoes on."

Elliot smirked at his son. "Thanks, Kid," he said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

"No problem, Big Guy." Dickie gave his dad a shot in the arm in return, hoping that he hadn't just lied to his father, hoping that Olivia really was in the next room, and she really would walk down that aisle.

Ten minutes flew by fast, and when no one came to tell him Olivia was gone or hiding in the bathroom, he relaxed a bit. He and his groomsmen walked out, into the chapel, and they lined up at the front of the long, white carpet.

Elliot glanced at each one of them: his son, his brothers, Munch, and Fin. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the large, wooden door. He smiled as he watched Lizzie walk in first, her silver dress shining in the light. She had a huge smile on her face and she waved excitedly at her father.

Elliot chuckled, then nodded at Kathleen, and then Maureen as they filed in, taking their spots to his right. He couldn't help but glare at Alex, who had been a major pain in the ass, and then he smiled at Casey, and then he lost all common sense. He heard the organist play the chords, and his vision blurred slightly as he saw her walking toward him.

The dress fit like a glove, as she had said, and it made her look like an angel. His angel. He didn't realize that he was crying until a teardrop fell onto his hand. His vision had gone blurry because he was welling up with tears, and he wasn't blinking. He saw her look at him, he saw her eyes, and he saw that she was just as emotional.

This was it, he thought. The moment he'd been waiting for, the moment he'd been praying for, when all of his dreams would come true. All of his dreams lied with Olivia, anyway, and she would be his, forever, without question. He stood up a little straighter as she moved closer, never taking his eyes off of her.

She reached for his hand, and he took hers eagerly, giving it a soft squeeze. He nodded at Cragen, who he had only just noticed, and sent him off to his seat. He stood beside Olivia, filling with pride and anxiety, and pure love.

She smiled at him again, and she leaned in close to him. "We made it," she whispered.

He chuckled. "I owe you fifty bucks," he said with a wink. He squeezed her hand again and they turned together, looking at the officiator. His heart was beating so strongly, it felt as if he was going to explode. He could hear nothing but the pounding in his ears, only focusing on the man's lips to be sure he'd say the right thing at the right time.

Olivia felt him tense beside her, and she squeezed his hand tighter. He looked at her, then, and he relaxed. He saw certainty in her eyes, devotion and eagerness. He mouthed the words, "I love you." She gave a soft chuckle and nodded, then jutted her chin toward their minister.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, too, looking at the man who was attempting to give a sermon about partnership and respect, love and trust, clearly unaware of the powerful relationship between the couple before him.

Elliot didn't know why, but he turned, and he looked at Kathy. He saw the barest tinge of regret in her eyes, but she was smiling. She nodded at him and linked her arm with Brian Cassidy's. Elliot's stomach lurched at the sight of him, as it did whenever he ran into one of Oilvia's exes, but he smirked. He knew that Cassidy would never touch Olivia again, no one would. No one but him.

It was with that thought he felt a high heel dig into his foot. He winced and turned around, laughing as softly as he could, and he gave Olivia's hand yet another loving clench. He listened to the minister, turned to Olivia, and repeated the vows they'd chosen to recite. He held her hands and her gaze, and he kept his emotions in check as he answered the man's final question. "I do," he said. "With all my heart."

The man in front of them repeated the same phrases, then asked the same question to Olivia, who was still staring very intently into Elliot's blue eyes. Her voice was shaky, her lip was quivering, and her eyes were running over. "You have no idea how much I do. I really do."

There were some chuckles from the mass of people, but Elliot gripped both of her hands tightly again. They slipped beautiful rings onto each other's fingers, both sets of hands shaking terribly. He exhaled sharply as he reached for her veil, and he flipped it up and over, finally taking in the sight of her entire face. He lost his breath, and he forgot his own name for a moment.

Dickie had been right.

The minister proclaimed to the congregation that the power vested in him gave him the honor to pronounce Elliot and Olivia man and wife, and he gestured to Elliot with both hands expectantly.

Elliot narrowed his eyes slightly, gave Olivia a wicked grin, then pulled hard on her hands. She gasped a bit as she fell into his arms, and he twisted his body as he caught her, sipping her low and slanting his lips over hers in the epitome of a fairy-tale kiss.

The room erupted in applause as Elliot and Olivia laughed through their kiss, and he righted them, straightening up. He pulled away from her, unwillingly but with a smile. "You really married me," he whispered.

"Hell yeah, I did," she returned with a laugh.

He chuckled, he kissed her again, and he whispered into her ear, "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," she told him, sighing. "So much."

He took her hands again, and pulled her quickly toward the doors, eager to get to their reception, get her home, and get her on that big, beautiful boat.

Kathy watched them leave, laughing and crying at the same time. This may have been the beginning of his life with Olivia, but it marked the ending of her life with either of them. She sent a glance at Brian, and she shook her head. It was a stupid move, she knew, trying to upset them on their wedding day, but it didn't work. She was actually relieved it hadn't.

The only one upset at the moment seemed to be Brian, and she had no idea why.

A/N: A honeymoon full of surprises! Two weeks of love, sex, uninvited guests, mysteries, and did I mention, love and sex? (suggestions for scenes welcome) Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212