Okay, here's part one of at least two of the honeymoon. I just want to address a couple reviews I received. First, I know Brian is very OOC from the show in this fic, but that's what I want. I want to explore the romantic side we don't get to see on the show because he rarely gets screen time. Second, I realize that my smut IS repetitive, however being a virgin, my imagination can only get me so far, but I am working on trying to change it up. Finally, no, I'm not turning Olivia and Brian into sex addicts. They have a very healthy sex life, but they can still function if they don't have sex. Their lives don't revolve around it. So, without further ado, Chapter 37.

The next morning, Olivia's head rested on Brian's chest. She smiled and looked at her left hand. She was married. She was someone's wife. She looked at her sleeping husband and kissed him passionately. She felt him starting to kiss her back; she let out a gentle moan. She pulled away and smiled. "Good morning, Detective Cassidy," she whispered and giggled.

"Good morning yourself, Sergeant Cassidy."

She smiled. "Mm, I love the sound of that. Sergeant Olivia Cassidy." She looked into his eyes. "But not nearly as much as I love you," she whispered.

He kissed her again, pulling her on top of him, running his hands over her back. He heard her moan and he smirked, breaking the kiss to kiss her neck, nipping softly at her skin. She gasped and closed her eyes. He looked up at her and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I could kiss you forever."

She ran her hands over his chest. "As much as I'd love to stay here in bed with you all day, we have a plane to catch." She kissed him again feeling him squeeze her ass. She broke the kiss and smirked at him. "If you don't stop we're going to miss our plane, or we're going to be so worked up we're going to be all over each other on the plane."

She heard her phone ring and she leaned over, picking her phone up and answering it. "Cassidy." She smiled. "No, no we're still at the hotel, we're getting ready to leave soon though." She furrowed her brow. "Cap, what did you do?" She gasped and rubbed his chest, a smirk on her face. "Oh, Cap, thank you. Thank you so much. Yes, we will. Bye." She hung up and she smiled, still in shock.

"What was that about?"

She smirked. "Cragen chartered us a plane," she whispered. "It leaves an hour later, and it's just you and I on the plane." She kissed him passionately, rocking her hips into his, moaning.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "He did that for us?"

She nodded and lay on top of him, their bodies pressed together. "He said he only wants the best for his little girl." She smiled and closed her eyes.

He kissed the top of her head. "This is perfect." He smiled and kissed her again, rubbing her naked back, the sheets draped around their waist.

"Mm, we have some more time before we leave, should we celebrate in New York one more time?" She sat back up, still straddling him.

He rested his hands on her hips, stroking the skin with his thumb. "Mm, morning love making with my incredibly sexy wife? How can I say no to that?"

She giggled and leaned down, kissing him passionately, feeling his hand on her ass again. She moaned and moved, slightly, moving herself over his dick. She broke the kiss and sunk onto him, her head thrown back, she let out a moan. "Oh, shit," she seethed, looking down at him.

He moved so he was sitting up, his hands resting on her hips, He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. She gasped and arched her back. She started to ride him, grinding her hips into his. She rested her hand on the back of his head, gently scratching at the nape of his neck. Her head fell back as she let out a moan. He smirked and let her nipple go with a 'pop'. "God, I love how you feel, how you sound."

She looked into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, their bodies close together. Their hips moved together, their eye contact never breaking. She let out soft moans, their foreheads pressed together. His hands pressed against her back, holding her close, never wanting to let go. "Oh, Bri," she whispered, feeling herself getting close to orgasm.

"I know, baby." He was close too. "Oh, God Liv, yes," he whispered in her ear.

She bit on his shoulder, biting back the scream of ecstasy. "Oh, baby, fuck!"

He felt her muscles tighten, her entire body tightening. He groaned and held her closer, releasing inside of her, moaning. "Oh, yeah, Liv. That's it, baby," he whispered. They both rode out their orgasms. When they finished Olivia collapsed against him.

"Oh, Bri," she whispered. She picked her head up and smiled. "God, that was intense."

He kissed her softly. "It was incredible." She ran her hands over his chest. "I love you, Olivia, more than I could ever describe, I can hardly believe that you're my wife."

Olivia smiled and rested her forehead back against his. "Mm, I know. I never thought I'd be married, much less to a man who I've loved for so long."

"We should get ready to go, baby. Get to Paris and we can start being all romantic, even though I'm not sure what to do other than going to the Eiffel Tower."

She giggled. "Don't worry, baby, I have a few things up my sleeve," she winked. "You can't go into Paris and not feel romantic, but there are things I've been looking into for years, the wall of 'I Love Yous', the Palais Garnier, Parc des Buttes Chaumont. All of it topped off with massages at the Four Seasons, where we have the Empire Suite booked with a breathtaking view of the city." She smiled. "Trust me."

"Implicitly."

She kissed him gently. "Come on, let's get dressed and head to the airport." She placed a few pecks on his lips and climbed off of him, letting out a groan when she felt him slip out of her.

They quickly dressed, getting their bags situated and then headed out to the airport. They checked in for their flight, checked their bags, went through security, and headed to their gate, immediately boarding the small private plane. When they stepped on she looked around, breathless. "This is amazing," she smiled, feeling him kiss the back of her head.

The flight attendant walked over to them and handed them each a glass of champagne. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Cassidy, Mr. Haden told us to tell you he sends his best."

"Haden? You mean Cragen?" Olivia asked, obviously confused.

"No, no Mr. Haden made all the arrangements."

Olivia let out a breath and looked at Brian. She could see the frustration in his eyes. "Hey, look at me," she caressed his face. "I love you." She smiled. "I'll call him and thank him, okay? Then it's over." She raised her brows and nodded.

He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah, yeah, sure."

Olivia rested her hand on his chest. "He may have made the arrangements, Bri, but I'm Mrs. Brian Cassidy," she assured him. "Exactly as it should be, exactly how I want it to be."

He smiled gently and kissed the top of her head. "Good, 'cause I'm not going anywhere, ever. You're stuck with me."

She smiled. "Back at ya, baby," she winked. She took out her phone and called David, his number still in her phone. She was the kind of person who never deleted a number from her cell phone. She put him on speaker so Brian could hear the entire conversation.

"Haden." His strong voice filled the plane.

"David, it's Olivia and Brian."

She could hear his smile. "Olivia, Brian, I take it you're on the plane?"

Olivia nodded. "Yes, it's beautiful, thank you."

"You have always wanted to see Paris, I'm glad you're finally getting to go."

Brian rolled his eyes. Was this guy serious? "It really was very nice of you to do this for us," he feigned cordiality. Olivia smiled at him, she knew he hated David, but he was playing nice.

"Consider it my gift to the both of you for the wedding. You have access to everything on the plane, food, alcohol, the whole nine. And I've instructed the flight crew to give you privacy. If you have any problems text me when you get to Paris, I'll take care of everything for the trip back."

"Wait, this is your plane?"

"My dad's."

Olivia nodded. "We really should get going, take off is going to be any minute now, no phones," she smiled awkwardly.

"Of course. And, Liv, don't be mad at Cragen. I put him up to it, I had a feeling you'd turn it down if you knew it was me that got the plane."

"We're not mad, at you or him." She saw Brian roll his eyes and he went to say something and she put her finger over his lips, feeling him kiss her finger.

"Well, safe travels, Amusez-vous."

"Merci. Au revoir." She hung up the phone and smiled. "See, relatively painless."

He wrapped his arms around her. "How did he know you've always wanted to go to Paris?"

She furrowed her brow. "We were speaking at a conference; we walked out together talking about where we wanted to go. He was shocked I'd never been. Before we parted ways he told me not to wait too long to see Paris." She looked at him. "Why?"

He let out a breath. "Did you love him, Olivia?"

She scoffed. "What? Bri, I don't—"

"Did you love him?" he asked again.

She took a deep breath. "No, I had feelings for him, but they weren't nearly as strong as the feelings that I have for you. Brian, if I wanted to be with David Haden, I would never have married you, I would be with him if I wanted to be with him. You have nothing to be jealous of."

"Really, Liv? He's like… He's you in male form. He's attractive, smart, from what I hear the man is funny, he has money."

"Exactly, Bri. We're too much alike. Was it nice, for a time? Yeah, but baby, you're all those and more. So you don't speak French, or have a ton of money? Brian, I love you for all you are. You are smart, and funny, and sexy as hell. You're the only one I want for the rest of my life." She caressed his face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

They only broke apart when they heard the flight attendant asked them to take their seats for take-off. They sat on the couch, holding each other, taking sips of their champagne. This was a very upscale private plane. It even had a bed, so they could cuddle, sleep, make love. Once they were in the air they moved to the bed, putting their champagne down, and cuddled up with each other.

Brian kissed the back of her head. "I'm sorry I lost it before."

She smiled gently and looked back at him. "It's okay, you're sexy when you get jealous." She winked and felt him star kissing her neck. She smiled and closed her eyes. "You have a one track mind," she giggled.

Brian smirked. "My wife is the sexiest woman in the entire world, how can I not?"

She smiled and pulled his arms around her tighter, closing any gap between their bodies. She felt his hard dick pressing against her. She let out a gentle moan and pushed her hips back to meet his, grinding into him. "Mm," she closed her eyes and gripped his hands.

He let out a grunt and rocked his hips against her. He buried his face in her hair letting out a breath. "Oh, Liv," he whispered.

She arched her back and buried her face in the pillow, not wanting to be too loud. "Aah, Bri." Her breath started to get heavy. She bit the pillow and let out a low combination of a moan and growl.

He slipped one of his hands into her yoga pants, into her panties and started to rub her clit, feeling them still grinding on each other. He smirked and gently patted her clit, sending a shockwave through her body. He heard her gasp and he smiled, biting on her shoulder, groaning against her body. "You like that?" he asked in a low, raspy tone that made her melt.

"Mmhmm," she whined. Her hips moved between his hand and grinding on him. She felt her release starting to build. She needed this release. She couldn't believe how turned on he made her, how much she wanted him, all the time.

He groaned and moved with her hips. He felt his own release coming on and he let out a breath. "You ready? You gonna come?"

She seethed and arched her back. "Ooh, yes baby. Don't stop I'm so close," she whispered, feeling him push his fingers inside of her. Her hips started to move more frantically, her orgasm started to take over, her muscles clenching around him. "Fuck," she seethed.

He moved his hips into hers a few more times, feeling his own release flood his body. He groaned and held her close, both of them riding out their orgasms. "Oh God, Liv," he breathed in her ear once they both finished, their chests heaving with heavy breaths.

She closed let out a groan when she felt him take his fingers out of her. "Oh, the things you do to me," she whispered softly.

He pulled her close and kissed behind her ear. "Welcome to the mile high club, baby," he whispered with a smirk.

"Mm, one more thing I can cross off my bucket list." She giggled and turned in his arms, kissing him softly. "I'm hungry and tired."

"Well, Mr. Fancy Pants said we have access to any of the food on board, why don't we call the flight attendant to see what we can get?"

She shook her head and giggled. "You're too cute, you know that?"

He smiled. "I try. Come on, sexy, let's go get some food." He patted her ass gently.

They walked back to the front of a plane and the flight attendant came out from behind a curtain and smiled. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, we were actually a little hungry; we were wondering what you had to eat on board?" Olivia asked politely.

The flight attendant walked back behind the curtain, pulling out two menus. "Take your pick, let me know."

They looked over the menu and smiled. Olivia looked up at the blonde flight attendant. "I'll have the duck breast with blackberry chutney."

"Okay, and what sides?"

"Um, the rice pilaf and ratatouille." She smiled, handing the woman her menu.

Brian looked up. "I'll have the New York Strip with the whiskey cream sauce. Mashed potatoes and the grilled vegetable medly."

"I'll have that for you shortly."

They sat back down on the couch, cuddled up together, waiting for their meals. They stole small kisses. "So, Liv, what do you have up your sleeve for when we get to Paris?"

She smiled. "Eifel Tower, walk around the Champs-Élysées visit the Arc de Triomphe, visit the Île Saint Louis on the Seine, Luxembourg Gardens, The Wall of 'I Love You's." She rested her head on his shoulder. "And that's not even all of it."

He looked down at her. "You've had this planned for a while, huh?"

"Oui." She looked up at him. "In all honesty, had we not gotten together, I'd still be making the trip, by myself. Only I'd be shopping and eating, not doing all these romantic things."

He gently caressed her face. "I'm glad I get to be there with you. Maybe I'll even learn a little French while we're there."

"I can teach you a little, as well."

He smirked. "You gonna teach me all the dirty words?"

"And some adorable romantic things, too," she winked and giggled. "For instance," she turned his face and looked in his eyes, "amour."

"Amour." He smiled and caressed her face gently.

"Amour," she whispered, their lips coming together for a passionate kiss. Olivia heard the curtain open and she broke the kiss. "We'll continue our French lesson later," she winked. The flight attendant served them their food and left them in peace.

Once they finished their food they walked back to the bed, crawling under the covers and cuddling up together, falling into a peaceful sleep. Olivia woke up and looked out the window. It was dark. They were in Europe. She carefully shimmied out of Brian's embrace, walking to the bathroom. When she walked back out she saw the flight attendant. "Oh, um, about how long until we land?"

The flight attendant looked at her watch. "About an hour and half."

Olivia smiled and nodded. "Thanks." She walked back to the bed and curled up in Brian's embrace once more.

"Liv?"

"Mm."

"What's up?"

"Nothing, I had to pee. We'll be landing in about an hour and a half."

"Sleep."

She giggled and snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth. The next thing she knew she felt her ears starting to pop. She woke up and looked up at Brian, who was still sleeping. She kissed him passionately to wake him up. "We're landing," she whispered against his lips.

He groaned and sat up. "Mm."

Within fifteen minutes they were on the ground and taxiing. Once they reached the gate, the flight attendant smiled. "Bienvenue à Paris."

Olivia smiled and nodded. "Merci."

Brian looked at her. "What about Perry?"

Olivia giggled. "She said welcome to Paris." She kissed him gently. "Come on, it's midnight. Let's get to our hotel, sleep, and start our romantic adventures tomorrow."

"You expect me to believe we're going back to the hotel and just sleeping? Baby, the entire city is an aphrodisiac."

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Hey, you never know. You know I can't keep my hands off you." She winked and leaned in close. "Baise moi dur."

He groaned. "Which means?"

"Fuck me hard," she bit her bottom lip.

With that he was up, taking her hand, practically dragging her off the plane. Once they made it through customs and had their bags they were on their way to The Four Seasons. They booked the Empire Suite and were shown to their room. They walked in and gasped. "My God, this is beautiful." She put her bags down and walked over to the balcony, smiling at the breath taking view of the city.

Brian followed her out and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Not as beautiful as you."

She smiled and pulled out her phone. "Take a picture with me?"

He looked at her. "Liv…"

"Oh come on, it's our honeymoon. Please," she pouted.

"Fine."

She turned them so they could get the city in the background. She set up the front facing camera and she smiled, feeling Brian's lips on her cheek. She snapped the photo and smiled. She looked back at him. "Thank you. Now, where were we with that French lesson?" She smirked, taking him by the hand back into the hotel room.

A/N: Thanks for reading, please read and review, here or on Twitter, UnbrokenBarista. Next chapter we start the romantic sight seeing around Paris.