Okay, this was updated quicker than I expected. So, here it is, a little smutty, some girl time at the Bridal Shoppe, and Olivia finds the PERFECT dress for her. So without further ado, enjoy.
It had been a couple weeks since Olivia and Charlie had been released. Her stitches had dissolved and she managed to drop a good amount of the baby weight, her breasts still full as she was breast feeding, but her stomach was nearly flat again. She worked hard, within the limitations set by the doctor; she ate right, and because she was breast feeding, she dropped weight quickly. She had only a little while longer to plan this wedding. Luckily they booked the venue and did as much as they could, getting flowers and such, while she was pregnant. She still needed to find her dress, get her bridesmaids dresses, they had to worry about a cake and food for the reception, and they needed to plan their honeymoon.
She slid into a pair of jeans and a blouse. She was standing in the vanity doing her make up. She felt Brian's hands on her hips and she smiled letting out a small moan. "Careful Detective," she said in a seductive, warning tone.
He smirked and wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body against hers, his front to her back. "You're off from work today," he whispered and smiled. "We both are."
She put the mascara wand back in the tube, setting it down and closed her eyes. "I know, but I'm going to the bridal shop with Amanda, Melinda, Casey, and Alex to pick out dresses."
He turned her around and wrapped her arms around her. "You have time for a make out session."
She smiled and looked into her eyes. "As amazing that sounds, I don't. We have an appointment, I have to get going. There's breast milk in the fridge, thawing out, for when Charlie needs to be fed."
He pouted and pulled her closer. "But I want to kiss you all day, feel your hips grinding into mine as you kiss me."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked from his lips to his eyes. "I can give you five minutes, sans grinding."
He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers. "I'll take what I can get." He kissed her passionately, lifting her onto the counter and let his hands tangle into her hair. He heard her moan gently and he smiled against her lips.
Her hand moved to the back of his head, gently tugging at his hair. She felt his lips start to move down her neck and she let out a breath. "Bri." His name fell from her lips on a breath, just barely above a whisper.
He kissed up to her ear and licked the cartilage before taking the lobe between his teeth. "Liv, God, you're beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
She rested her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back a little bit. "As much as I never want to stop kissing you, I have to get going. We can continue this tonight," she smiled gently. "Then I can, and will be grinding on you until we're both tumbling off the cliff of ecstasy."
He gently kissed her again and smiled. "Alright, go pick out a dress."
"Speaking of which, you need to make an appointment for you and your groomsmen to be fitted for your tuxes." She kissed him gently.
"Ah, something for me to do while you're gone?"
She smiled and shrugged a bit. "In case you get bored," she winked and kissed him again. "I'll see you later, baby." She slipped into a pair of flats and shrugged on her coat. She kissed Charlie and Calvin and grabbed her keys, heading out to her car and heading to the bridal shop in Manhattan, meeting her bridesmaids there. She gave them all hugs and smiled.
They all walked in and met with a consultant. Olivia handed the shorter blonde woman a few pictures of what she was thinking about for her dress, so she had an idea as to what she was looking for. The consultant picked out three dresses and ushered Olivia to the changing room. She helped Olivia change into the first dress. It was a sweetheart neckline with a tulle skirt. It was as big as she would allow. It had bead and sequins detailing on the bodice. She walked out and stood on the platform in front of her friends.
"I mean it's pretty," Alex stated, looking at her.
"Yeah, it's just too…" Casey tried to think of the right word for how Olivia looked in the dress.
"Frilly?" Amanda looked at her fellow bridesmaids.
"That's the word. Liv, you look like a bride, you look beautiful, it just doesn't like you," Melinda offered.
Olivia looked at them. "Good, I can't stand it. It's too poufy." The girls shared a laugh and Olivia returned to the dressing room. The consultant helped her out of the first one and helped her into the second, a satin dress, the same sweetheart neckline, but this one was a mermaid silhouette. It had a jewel encrusted detail around her waist and at the hip, where it was drawn together. She walked out and stood back on the platform.
"Better," as stated by Alex.
"Yes, at least it's not a cream puff. But it just seems… a little too simple," Melinda stated.
She looked at the girls. "But the sparkles."
"Liv, the sparkles don't make it any less simple. I know you don't want this extravagant gown, but I'm not sure you want this simple dress either," Amanda said softly.
Casey took a deep breath. "Why don't you try on the next? Maybe that will be the one."
Olivia sighed and walked back to the third and final one. It too had a sweetheart neckline; it was an empire waist satin mermaid silhouette. A satin sash wrapped around her and tied in a bow that hung to her thighs. The material gathered at her hip, just as the previous one had. The bodice had beading, lace, and rhinestone detail. The skirt fanned out into a train and she looked at herself, tears in her eyes. She walked out, this time with the consultant who once she was on the platform, fanned the train out. She smiled at the speechlessness of her friends. "This is it." She nodded.
Olivia turned to see her teary eyed friends who all stood up and hugged her. Amanda spoke gently. "You look gorgeous, Liv."
Olivia wiped her eyes and turned to her consultant. "This is it."
She smiled and nodded. "Great. Were you thinking of a veil?"
"A short one that can come over my face."
The consultant picked a few out, the first few were blushers, Olivia wasn't too fond of them, but when she put on a mid-length one that fell over her face with a beautiful satin detailing she smiled and nodded. "You look incredible, Ms. Benson." The consultant smiled. "Jewelry or shoes?"
"Well, I think I'm just going to wear my necklace that I always wear. Shoes would definitely help." The consultant brought over a variety of styles but Olivia was instantly drawn to one, it was a white heal with rhinestone detailing on the straps which formed a lotus. "These," Olivia whispered.
The consultant got her size and put them on for her. She saw Olivia's bridesmaids smile and cover their mouths. "You look like Cinderella, Liv," Alex whispered.
Olivia smiled and felt the tears fall from her eyes. "I feel like a princess." She turned again to face her friends. "I still can't believe I'm getting married. I'm marrying Brian Cassidy, the love of my life. I look beautiful and my hair and make-up aren't even done." She let out a breath.
After the consultant took her measurements to make adjustments to the dress, she paid for her things, leaving them at the shop for now, and went out to lunch with the girls, after snapping a picture of the dress. Olivia returned home after lunch and walked inside, seeing Brian. "Hello, Detective Cassidy," she purred.
He smirked and wrapped his arms around her. "Detective Benson," he whispered, kissing her passionately.
She broke the kiss and smiled gently. "The house is quiet."
"Baby is down for a nap, and Calvin is at a friend's."
Olivia grinned and pulled him upstairs to the bedroom, closing the door, turning the baby monitor on. She pushed him onto the bed and smiled. "I believe we were in the middle of something when I left?"
Brian smirked. "I believe so." He saw her whip her blouse over her head and unbutton her jeans, turning around and letting them slide down her legs. She kicked out of them and looked over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip.
"Strip down to your boxers. You may not be able to be inside me, but I want to feel you." He nodded and quickly obliged. She smiled and climbed on the bed, crawling over him kissing him passionately. She straddled him and felt his hands on her ass. She started to rock her hips into his, gently biting his bottom lip.
He held onto her tight, moving his hips into hers. He wanted to be inside of her so badly, but he knew she needed to heal. He broke the kiss and kissed her neck, moving to her ear. "God I want you, baby."
She smiled and kissed his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple. "I want you too. I want your big, hard cock inside my soaking wet pussy, fucking me good," she whispered in his ear then kissing back to his lips, his hips still grinding into his. She groaned into his mouth.
His hands squeezed her ass. "Fuck, Liv," he groaned and gently pulled her hair. She moaned and moved her hips as if she was riding him; up and down, side to side, in circles and figure eights. "Yeah, baby, ride me hard."
She arched her back and let out a high pitched moan. "Yeah, oh, baby." She felt him flip her over, continuing to move their hips together. "Shit, don't stop." She felt him moving faster and harder and she felt her orgasm building. Within a few minutes they were falling over the edge together. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately, arching her back off the bed, her body pressing into his. She broke the kiss and smiled. "Mm, Bri," she whispered softly.
He kissed her neck gently, running his fingers through her hair. "Yes, my love?"
She smiled and ran her hands over his chest. "You are incredible." She kissed him again gently, feeling his hands on her skin.
He rolled off of her, pulling her close. "Did you find a dress?"
Olivia looked up at him. "I did. It's beautiful, Bri. I feel like a princess in it. I know it's weird to hear me say that. It's simple enough that it won't be odd to wear at a small wedding in Central Park, but it's elegant and extravagant enough where I feel like a bride."
"What does it look like?"
Olivia smirked. "Nice try. You'll see it on the day of the wedding." She kissed him gently. "But something tells me you're going to have a problem keeping your hands off me that day."
"I have a hard time keeping my hands off of you in general."
"I know. Once you see me in this dress, it'll be nearly impossible." She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. "What about our honeymoon? Where have you always wanted to go?"
"Paris. I can't speak a word of French, but… I find Paris so romantic."
She looked up at him. "I knew I was marrying you for a reason," she whispered and kissed him gently. "I've always wanted to go to Paris, and going with my new husband, kissing him under the Eiffel Tower, it would be… parfait."
"I love when you speak French."
"Merci beaucoup, mon beau fiancé."
"It's so fucking sexy."
She winked. "Oui, Français, la langue de l'amour." She giggled and kissed him. "Maybe I'll even dress up as a French maid and walk around speaking French to you, monsieur. Je ne peux pas attendre d'être ta femme."
"Okay, you need to help me out here. I need a translation."
She smiled. "Monsieur is how you say sir in French, Je ne peux pas attendre d'être ta femme means I can't wait to be your wife."
"I guess it's a good thing you speak French, it will come in handy in Paris."
"And apparently in the bedroom," she whispered and kissed him again, resting her hand on his cheek.
He nodded. "That too," he whispered and held her close. She smiled and rested her hand on his chest. He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. "Our wedding can't get here soon enough. I want to call you my wife more than you could possibly imagine."
"If it's nearly as badly as I want to call you my husband, I think I have an idea," she looked up into his eyes and felt his other hand grab her ass again. "Careful, Bri. Get me all worked up again and we may have to do more than just grinding," she whispered.
"Such as?"
"Well, if you're hungry you could always have… Pancakes… for lunch," she said seductively. She gasped and giggled when he rolled her over and started kissing her neck. She rested her hand on the back of his head and she let out a groan. She felt him slide the pink lace of her panties off he ran a finger along her slit and she gasped. "Bri," she whispered.
He smirked and started licking, kissing, sucking. He heard her moans and he smiled. "God you taste so good," he whispered.
She ran her hands through his hair and arched her back. "Oh don't stop, oh, fuck," she exasperated. She felt him continue, and he moaned, sending vibrations through her body. Her hips bucked up and she gasped.
He smiled and stilled her hips with his hands. "Easy, baby." He smiled and ran his finger over her clit before sucking on it again. "Come on, baby; let it all go."
Her head fell back, her toes curled, her back arched, feeling her entire body taken over by pleasure, she moaned out his name. She fell back, feeling him kiss back up her body, kissing her lips. She moaned, tasting herself on his lips. "God, you're amazing," she whispered against his lips. She broke the kiss and rubbed his shoulders. "Now, it's your turn…" she giggled and flipped them over kissing down his body.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review, here or on Twitter, UnbrokenBarista. Next chapter Charlie is getting older, Olivia has healed, and things are going to get freaky. Plus, cake testing, food testing, and Olivia has to pick out her honeymoon lingerie! Have a Happy Thanksgiving to all of my American readers!