Disclaimer : I don't own the characters !


Wedding Eve !

"I'm tired of not knowing where we're going." Chris grumbled.

For almost an hour, she had been fighting over what to pack or not to pack for their honeymoon. They would leave the day after the wedding, in the early morning and arrive in the early evening, according to Street, but she still didn't know where they were going. How she could hate not knowing anything !

"Do you want me to pack your suitcase for you ?" he offered her.

Lying sideways on their bed, he took pleasure in seeing her try to pack her suitcase.

"No, but tell me where we're going." she replied.

"Should I ?" he laughed. "Is that an order, Miss Alonso ?"

"Yes !" Bikini top in hand, she sat on top of her fiancé, wedging him between her thighs. "Tell me where we're going on our honeymoon."

"Um, no, sorry." he said, smirking.

"Jim…"

"I lasted months without telling you anything. You don't think I'm going to crack two days before we leave, do you ?" he said.

"Please, please, please…" she begged him tirelessly.

All the while bouncing on top of him, which rubbed against him through their clothes, and Chris noticed.

"No !" Street replied. "Even under torture, I wouldn't say anything."

He took the bikini top from her, and laid it carelessly in the open suitcase on their bed.

"You're wasting your time." he said, looking back at Chris. "You won't get anything from me."

Their intimacies still glued to each other despite the tissues between them, Chris noticed that her fiancé had the start of an erection. Licking her lips, a gesture Street followed with his gaze, the bride-to-be leaned in to kiss him. Taking advantage that he was lost in the kiss, she slipped a hand between their bodies and the hand under the elastic of his jogging. He was not wearing boxers, which facilitated his access to his penis. She put her hand flat on it, and the contact made the young man groan.

"Tell me where we're going…" Chris whispered against his mouth. "And I'll be your slave for as long as our honeymoon lasts."

"Hmm, that's very tempting." He cupped her face with one hand, deepened the kiss and reversed course, leaving her speechless and breathless. "But you won't get me with sex."

"Tell me where we're going…" she warned, pulling her hand back to grab his chin. "Or…"

"What are you going to do ?" he asked, calm but glaring with intense desire. "Are you going to deprive me of sex for the rest of my life ? Find something else, honey, I spent three years masturbating thinking about you."

This revelation somewhat distracted Chris, who released Street's chin. He took the opportunity to raise his head enough to capture her lips. The kiss became sensual as their tongues played with each other. Hell with the honeymoon location. There was no point in insisting, or blackmailing him. Jim would never let go. He swapped places without breaking the kiss, but they had to breathe at some point.

"Let me surprise you, my love." he told her, stroking the tip of his index finger over the curve of her cheek. "I promise you're going to love where I'm taking you. I'll take care of your suitcase, don't worry."

"Okay, I obviously have no choice." she sighed. "You better make it worth it keeping me in the dark for months."

"You're gonna love it." he repeated confidently. "Now stop bitching and let's enjoy the time we have left before you have to leave with Annie."

"It's going to be hard to sleep without you." Chris said. "I got used to it since you started working with Deacon, but it still sucks."

"I know my love." He rubbed his nose against hers. "Wait, I have an idea. Take off your blouse."

He sat up as Chris unbuttoned her shirt, and took off the sleeveless hoodie he was wearing. He waited for his future wife to sit up, to pass the sweatshirt over her head. Chris finished putting on the garment, which she lifted to her nose to inhale the scent. That of her fiancé invaded her immediately and made her smile.

"It will be as if I were with you." he said.

"Hm, come over here." She took his chin in her hand and pulled him in for a kiss. "Do you mind if I keep being called Alonso at work ?"

"I don't." he said. "If you want to keep your name even outside of work I…um."

"No !" she said after silencing him with a kiss. "I want and will take your name. Starting tomorrow, I'll be Christina Street." She sighed. "I'll keep your name at work after all. It would be funny if we turned around at the same time."

"Madame Street !" he said with a bright smile. "I'm excited just thinking about it."

He kissed her. Chris ran her hands over his fiancé's bare chest, sucking in every sensation so she wouldn't have to miss his body too much. Bonnie would be coming for her soon, and the next time she could see, touch her man, it would be in front of the Pastor and it would be several hours from now.

"Um, if we had a little more time…" Street said, without finishing his sentence.

"I know." Chris said, putting a finger to his lips. "And I would have let you, but we will have our wedding night, and a whole week without interruption, without phones ringing. Just you and me, I don't know where…" He chuckled. "To tan on the beach, and to make love again, and again, and again."

"Oh yes, we will spend more time in our hotel room than outside, I guarantee it." He gave her a stunning kiss. "In less than twenty-four hours, my love, you will be mine."

"I already am." she asserted. "Marriage is just a formality."

"Since you said yes to me, I only think of seeing you in your dress." he said. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." she answered. "And I can't wait to see you in a tuxedo."

There was a knock on the door, which barely opened, just enough space for Luca to talk to the couple.

"Are you decent, lovebirds ?" he asked.

"No, we're having sex. Go away !" Street replied.

Luca burst out laughing before opening the door wide on him and Bonnie.

"You forget that I suffered from your sex life for more than two years. And it was too quiet." Luca teased them.

"What is this suitcase ?" Bonnie asked. "Chris, you still haven't made it ?"

"I don't know where we're going." she reminded her.

"I'll take care of it." Street assured, getting up from his comfortable position, which was lying between Chris's legs.

"You ?" arched Bonnie.

"Yes, me." Street replied. He helped Chris up as well. "Mine is already ready."

Chris punched him in the arm.

"Hey !" he complained.

"Couldn't you have told me earlier and helped me ?" she snapped.

"I'm not answering this question." he said.

He stopped her from replying by taking her face in his hands to kiss her fully. Luca and Bonnie, seeing more than they wanted, looked away.

"Your suitcase will be ready for our departure, I promise you." Street said.

"Ok, I trust you." Chris breathed. "I love you."

"I love you too." he said.

"Yeah it's cute, we love you too but we have to go." Bonnie walked over and separated them. "We're going now. Ally and Nichelle are waiting for us at Annie's, and all that's missing is the guest of honor for the evening. So take your things, and meet me in the car in two minutes, otherwise it'll gonna end bad for you both."

There, she turned on her heels and let the silence settle in after she left.

"Do you think she is pregnant again ?" Luca asked.

"No !" laughed Chris. "It's the stress of marriage. They helped me so much to get everything ready on time that they want to stick to the schedule."

Grabbing her phone and a small gym bag for her night out at Annie's for her bachelorette party, Chris stole one last kiss from Street, exchanged one last I love you, then sped off.

"What time do the guys arrive ?" Street asked.

Street's bachelor party would be as restrained and simple as he had wished. He wanted to spend his last evening as a "bachelor" with his best friends. His brothers. So there would only be him, Luca, Tan, Deacon and Hondo. Although he doesn't know what his best friend and first best man had planned.

"They'll be here in an hour." Luca said. "That gives you time to pack for Chris and get ready."

An hour… It took him thirty minutes to pack Chris's suitcase properly. She had bought bikinis for the occasion, as well as dresses, shorts, tank tops and beach shoes. He had, for his part, made a special toiletry bag for their honeymoon for each of them. He checked one last time that his future wife's suitcase had everything they would need for their week in the sun before closing it and putting it next to his in the corner of the room. He had about half an hour left before Deac, Hondo, and Tan arrived, so he went to take a shower. He dressed in jeans, a burgundy shirt over a black t-shirt. On his feet, he put on a pair of sneakers, wanting to be comfortable as Luca had suggested to him.

"Where is the groom ?"

Unplugging his phone from its charger, Street smiled upon hearing his team leader's loud voice. He left his room and was greeted by his comrades.

"And here he is !" Deacon smiled. "Are you ready to make the big jump in the married life ?"

"Oh yeah !" Street replied. "Okay, what's the plan ?"

"First, we're gonna toast." said Luca, who brought bottles of beer for each of them.

The team wasn't on call, but they weren't going to get drunk either. They would remain reasonable, order of Annie, and of the future bride. Before making a toast, he placed a bowl of crisps on the table.

"To your last night of freedom, mate !" Luca said.

The five colleagues and friends clinked glasses and drank their beers.

"Not too stressed ?" Deacon asked.

"No, I can't wait." Street said. "But something tells me that I will stress once in front of the priest."

"Ah, you can't escape it." Tan agreed. "But it will be better when you see Chris walking towards you in his beautiful white dress."

He let out a smirk despite himself.

"What ?" Street asked.

"Chris in a wedding dress. Tan said simply. "I would never have believed that coming from her. Since you two are together, I see her in a different way."

"And, is that a bad thing?" wanted to know the future groom.

"No not at all." Tan reassured him. "I even believe that she has never been more herself than since she is with you."

"You too are no longer the same." Hondo said. "You've come a long way since your first day at S.W.A.T."

"Yeah, you're not the little prick you were when you arrived." Luca teased.

Rolling his eyes with a smile, Street took a sip of his beer before taking a big handful of crisps.

"Well, you are going to tell me what is the program ?"

"Yeah, we're going to shoot you with paintballs." Luca said, a smile as big as a Cheshire Cat's.

"Seriously ? Paintball ?" Street said. "Don't tell me it's going to be you four against me."

"We're going to have fun." Hondo smiled.

"Yeah, at my expense." muttered Street.

"But don't be a whiner." Tan told him. "Think of it as a way to release all the stress you have inside, and don't say you don't have some. Remember how I was the day before my wedding. »

Street remembered it well. Yes, Tan had been as stressed as a high school student in front of his exam paper which was to allow him to obtain his diploma.

"Okay, let's go paintball !" Street said.

"Yeah, we're going to slaughter you." Luca announced.

...

Chris refused to change her outfit for her bachelorette party. Not while she was wearing Street's sweatshirt.

"I let you play Barbie Chris, and in exchange I keep my husband's sweatshirt on me." she told them.

"He is not your husband yet." Nichelle reminded her.

She handed her a glass of wine.

"It's just a detail." Chris said, waving her hand in the air. "So, what is the program ?"

"A simple girls night out like we were sixteen and playing with our makeup bag." Bonnie said. "We're going to find the perfect color for your nails."

"We will pamper you." Ally said.

She and Annie came back from the kitchen with chips, guacamole and pizza.

"There's a huge chocolate cake in the fridge for dessert." said their hostess.

"You are the best." Chris told her.

Each with a glass of wine in hand, they toasted this evening, and Christina Alonso's last evening.

"Are you going to take im's name ?" Bonnie asked.

"Yeah !" replied Chris, who dunked a chip into the bowl of guacamole. "It's going to be fun at work."

"Why ?" Nichelle asked.

All five were seated on the rug, around the coffee table.

"Everyone calls him Street." Chris said. "I will no longer be Alonso, and they will have two Streets for the price of one."

"I can already imagine David rolling his eyes." Annie smiled.

"Anyway, even if I kept my name at work, it wouldn't change anything. I will always be Chris Street so…"

"Yeah, might as well change." Ally said, biting into a pizza.

They stopped talking about work and twisted on the wedding.

"Did you write your vows ?" Annie asked.

"I tried." replied Chris, who sighed. "But every time I try to write down how I feel about him, it just won't come out."

"You'll figure out what to say when you're in front of him." reassured her first maid of honor.

"It's a shame Erica isn't here." Bonnie said.

"She will arrive a little later." Annie said. The doorbell rang. "Or now."

She got up to greet the young woman, who waved at them all before dropping down next to Chris.

"What a crazy day !" she says. "But let's not talk about it, and tell me what I missed."

"Not much, apart from Chris not being able to write her vows." said Annie, who brought a glass of wine to the newcomer.

"I see them together enough at work to know that she has nothing to worry about." Erica said. "You're going to tear everything up."

The two friends clinked their glasses. Chris's phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. She huffed when she saw the name of the caller, and declined the call.

"Your cousin again ?" Bonnie asked.

Chris didn't have time to answer when her phone began to vibrate with a call. Exasperated, Chris answered, but she put the speaker on so her friends could hear.

"What do you want, Lucia ?"

"I want to come to your party. Tell me where it is !"

"Was that an order or a question ?"

"I am your cousin, I should be with you. I should be your bridesmaid."

"Should I remind you that you tried to sleep with Jim or…"

Ally choked on a piece of pizza, and Nichelle nearly swallowed her sip of wine the wrong way.

"And you expect me to invite you to my bachelorette party, and want you as my bridesmaid ? Tell me, do you know that Santa Claus doesn't exist ?"

Bonnie spit her wine back into her glass. The rest of the girls looked amused.

"Christina…"

"Lucia !"

"Tell me where the party is !"

"I would have told you if you hadn't tried to steal my man."

Chris didn't even bother to say goodbye, and hung up on her cousin before texting her aunt. I'm taking care of this brat, replied her aunt.

"You know you can always cross her off the guest list." Annie said.

"Oh no, let her come." Ally said. "I'll take care of her."

"We will take care of her." said Nichelle. "We will watch her closely."

"Do I have to be worried ?" Chris asked.

"No !" Ally replied. "I'd tell Luca to stick by Jim to keep your cousin from approaching him, just in case."

"Is it mean if I say it makes me laugh more than anything ?" Chris said.

"She wanted to jump on Jim while you were a couple, so you have every right to blame her." Bonnie said. "Enough about her. Let's eat before I paint your nails."

Throughout the evening, they drank wine, ate pizza and chips, before clearing the coffee table and starting the nail painting session.

"We're going to paint them blue." Bonnie said. "That will be one less thing for the ceremony."

"I'm not really superstitious, nor very traditional." Chris said.

"We know." Annie said. "But we agreed to your request not to remove the garter or toss the bouquet, so leave us at least that."

"OK !" Chris conceded.

So she let Bonnie paint her toenails and fingernails the same royal blue as her bridesmaids's dresses.

"It's great that you let your hair grow out." Erica said, sliding her hands into Chris's black mane.

They now came below her shoulders.

"Jim insisted." she says. I couldn't really say no to him after he… whatever."

"Oh no, do tell. Annie said. "After he what ?"

"He asked me while we were making love, and you won't know any more." Chris lied. "Already that Tan hates when we allude to sex…"

"But who cares about my stupid husband." Bonnie said. "We want to know everything."

"The last time I almost mentioned my sex life in front of you, you told me not to give details." Chris reminded her.

"Because I had my son two months earlier and was frustrated." Bonnie said. "But today, I am fully satisfied so, go on. I'm sure it wasn't just a vanilla sex story."

Chris bit her lip. She vividly remembered when Street asked her to let her hair grow out until the wedding. He had only known her with her hair cut short.

"Well, let's say he started giving me a foot massage which quickly went off the rails..."

The young woman allowed herself to be immersed in this memory, which she recounted without omitting the slightest detail.

Flashback !

A month after the proposal !

The couple was home alone. They were lounging on the couch watching a movie. Chris's legs were stretched over his. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up, before taking Chris's left foot between them and beginning to massage it. She forgot the movie, lying full length on the sofa to enjoy this delicious massage.

"Hmm, you're very good at this." she smirked when he stepped on the second foot.

"I know." he boasted. "I like to make you feel good."

"Never stop." she told him.

She was very relaxed when the massage ended, but Street kept her legs on top of his, and stroked her skin. She had taken advantage of the absence of Luca – who was spending the night with his mysterious girlfriend – to wear a stunning babydoll. Purple in color, it had thin straps and a mid-thigh skirt. Street couldn't say for sure if his fiancée was wearing panties or not, but chances were she hadn't.

"You know what ? I've never seen you with long hair." he said.

"I must have pictures at my aunt's." she says.

"But, I don't want to see a picture." He let his left hand wander down her calf to her thigh. "I want to see this live."

"Do you want me to let my hair grow out ?" she asked, trying to ignore the fact that her sex was beginning to pulsate with desire. Street nodded. "Ho…how long ?"

He was getting dangerously close to his intimacy.

"Let's say until marriage." he said, reaching for his wetness. "Please !"

She tried to cross her legs to keep him from touching her, but it was too late. Jim's fingers were already on her clitoris, which he was greedily stroking, squeezing muffled complaints from his fiancée.

"Spread your legs !" he ordered hoarsely.

End of flashback !

"Ok, stop !" Erica stopped him. "I think we got it."

"Bonnie wanted to know." Chris said, sketching a smile into her glass of wine.

...

Around one o'clock in the morning, Chris opened her eyes, unable to fall asleep despite wearing the Street sweatshirt. Leaving the bed in the guest room, which she shared with Erica, she picked up her phone and quietly walked out of the room. There she descended the stairs and went into the garden. Sitting on the steps, she sent a message to her fiancé.

[From Chris]

Hey

She waited for the three dots to appear, and she didn't have to wait long.

[From Jim]

Hey yourself. You're not sleeping.

[From Chris]

No, I can't.

Jim's name appeared over his picture as he called out to her. She picked up immediately.

"Hey !"

"Hey, my love. What keeps you from sleeping ?"

"I miss you, that's all. And you ? Why are not you sleeping ?"

"Guys beat me to paintball, it hurt everywhere every time I turn. You should have seen their satisfied smiles when I finished covered in all the colors. I looked like a Christmas tree."

"I'll give you a massage tomorrow night, I promise." She managed a smile. "Jim, do you miss me ?"

"I miss you whenever you are not with me. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts."

Chris wiped away a tear that ran down her cheek.

"Yeah, I know how it feels. Well, I have to go to bed or you'll marry a zombie."

"But such a sexy zombie."

"Dumbass !" she laughs. "I love you."

"I love you !"

When they finally hung up, Chris stood outside for a bit longer, wrapping her arms around her knees. There are only a few more hours until she becomes Mrs. James Street, but if she doesn't want to look like a troll on her wedding day, she needs to sleep. She went back to the guest bedroom and crawled into bed. Erica had not woken up, which reassured the young girl. Maybe she would have some dark circles tomorrow morning, but she trusted her friends to hide them.