Chapter 10- Wedding Plans
*Olivia's POV*
Two months later, after coming down from the high of being engaged, Elliot and I began to plan the perfect wedding. There were so many details to be sorted out. We had no idea where to start. So we decided to make a list of things to do and cross things off as we finished them.
We began by naming seven people each who we wanted to be our bridesmaids and groomsmen.
I began with the list of bridesmaids:
-Alex Cabot
-Casey Novak
-Amanda Rollins
-Melinda Warner
-Maureen Stabler
-Kathleen Stabler
-Elizabeth Stabler
Elliot then made his list of groomsmen:
-Dickie Stabler
-Fin Tutuola
-John Munch
-Eli Stabler
-Nick Amaro
-Simon Marsden
-Ty Marsden
Some of the important girls in his life became my bridesmaids while some of the important men in my life became his groomsmen.
Out of the fourteen bridesmaids and groomsmen, we then chose a maid of honor and a best man. I chose Alex and Elliot chose Dickie.
"I want Don to walk me down the aisle and give me away. He's the closest thing I have to a father and he has definitely helped form the woman I am today," I said.
"I'm sure he'd be happy to do that, Liv. That's a beautiful idea," Elliot replied.
Next, we decided on a flower girl and a ring bearer. We chose my niece Olivia Marsden to be our flower girl and, of course, Noah to be our ring bearer.
After that, we composed a guest list of over 500 people. We both wanted a big wedding where we could profess our love for one another in front of all of our family and friends.
Elliot insisted on a traditional Catholic ceremony, so we decided to have it at the infamous St. Patrick's Cathedral. Then, we booked the Grand Ballroom at the Plaza Hotel for our reception. The cost of this wedding was going to be sky-high, but we could afford it and after all, you only get married once, right? Well, unless you're Elliot.
After a long day of planning, we cuddled and watched the nightly news, then went to bed.
The next day, my bridesmaids and I met for lunch at a bistro in Chelsea and then went to a nearby bridal shop for a 1:30 appointment. Elliot and I had decided on a turquoise, black, and white color scheme for the wedding, so the consultant pulled a variety of turquoise dresses for the girls to try on. Each of them came out in a satin, knee length dress. Each dress had a different neckline, but the color was uniform. The necklines fit each girl's personality well, I thought, so I asked them if they liked the dresses they had on and they all said "yes" simultaneously. Next, they took me to try on bridal gowns.
After trying on at least twenty five gowns, I slipped into an elegant, pure white gown with a sweetheart neckline that was adorned with beading and fit my curves nicely, flaring out toward the bottom. I'd never felt so beautiful wearing anything in my life. I walked out of the dressing room and the reactions of the girls showed their agreement with me. I had found my dress.
Meanwhile, Elliot and his groomsmen, with the exception of Eli, went to a tuxedo shop on Fifth Avenue to find the perfect formal wear for the occasion. He called me at about 5:00 in the evening to tell me that they had finished their work and were going out for a drink.
After a fun afternoon of finding our dresses, we went out for a celebratory dinner and then said our goodbyes.
I went home to relieve Lucy and put Noah to bed.
I walked into my room and opened a drawer in my dresser that held all of my lingerie. I put on a sexy, peach, satin slip and a black lace thong. I went into the bathroom, fixed my makeup, and curled my hair loosely, then went into the living room and positioned myself on the couch to wait until Elliot arrived home.
Thirty minutes later, I heard the key turn in the doorknob and he walked in, turning the lights on and letting his eyes adjust to the brightness. When he saw me, his jaw dropped and I chuckled. "Come here," I said.
He obeyed and walked over to the couch sitting down and never dropping eye contact with me. I got up and positioned myself on his lap, straddling him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began placing hot kisses along his jaw line. He let out a deep growl as my lips moved to his pulse point and I began to suck. His hands wandered to my breasts, teasing my nipples through the thin satin fabric. I moved to his shirt and began to unbutton it, eventually pushing it off of his shoulders, revealing his chiseled upper body. Things got even hotter as he pulled my lips down to his, begging for entrance, which I granted almost immediately. Our tongues sought out each other, fighting for dominance and clashing with every hot breath we took. His hands continued to knead my breasts and I whispered, "Bedroom. Now." He picked me up and carried me into our bedroom and laid me on the bed, caressing my inner thighs and telling me how beautiful I was. He pushed the slip up over my stomach and removed my panties with his teeth, throwing them off to the side. As his hands continued to play with my nipples his head moved down to my center and his mouth began kissing my core. He sucked and licked and kissed until I could no longer handle it and I screamed out his name in ecstasy. He thrust his tongue into my core and continued to move in and out, bringing me to climax. He held me in his arms and then I whispered,
"Your turn." I moved to unbuckle his belt, tossing it off to the side, and unbutton his pants. I slid them down his legs, revealing the tent in his boxers. I slid his boxers down his legs as well and began using my hand to stroke his length up and down. He moaned in pleasure as I quickened the pace and yelled out "Liv, oh my God" as he came in my hands. I licked the sweet liquid off of my hands, swallowing hard. I moved my face back up to meet his as he positioned his member at my entrance, sliding in slowly and establishing a steady thrusting pace. We shared moans and screamed each other's names every so often until we both came in unison and he collapsed onto my body.
*Elliot's POV*
The next morning, I woke up to find that Liv was still asleep. The sun glistened off of her skin as a sheen of sweat covered her. I began placing hot kisses on her shoulders until she woke up. "Good morning, beautiful," I said. "Hi," she replied. "Have you been watching me sleep?" She asked. "Yes," I answered, "I find it very sexy." We got out of bed, got dressed, woke up Noah and got him ready for the day, shared a quick peck on the lips, and both headed off to work.