"For the last time, pink and blue clash," Casey said as Olivia scrolled down further on the computer screen.
"Okay, Fashionista, I get it," Olivia answered, shooting a playful smirk at the beautiful attorney.
Casey couldn't resist the smile that formed on her lips. "Oh shut up," she replied with a grin of her own. She pulled the chair closer to her girlfriend and laid her head on the older woman's shoulder. They were browsing through stuff for the wedding, from clothes to decorations to invitation ideas, although Casey wasn't sure about that last one, since most of their friends were coworkers, and were therefore completely clueless about the entire thing. But Olivia wanted to get married within the next few weeks, despite Casey's worry that there would not be enough time to plan. Who could plan a perfect white wedding in a matter of weeks? However, she knew if they set their minds to it, it could be done. "Oooh, how about that one," the redhead murmured as her eyes fell upon a lacy white gown. As Olivia enlarged the picture, Casey stared at the dress for several moments, drinking in the lacy veil and bodice and the way it appeared to curve in at all the right places. "I like this one," she said, reaching for the mouse and changing the order count from zero to one.
Olivia chuckled. "Casey, honey, we're only on the first page. I'll bookmark it, but you're not making up your mind until we go through at least six more."
"You're no fun," Casey answered, sticking her bottom lip out in a playful pout.
Olivia looked into the young attorney's emerald green eyes. "I didn't say you couldn't have it, baby. I just want you to look at more before you definitively make your selection. Besides," she added, turning her attention back to the online catalogue, "You of all people should know just how fun I can be."
"Good point." Casey reached for the giant bowl of popcorn next to Olivia's laptop and took a small handful. She loved it when they were both in playful moods like they were tonight. The redhead found it to be a bit of a turn on. She settled into her chair, nibbling on a kernel of perfectly buttered popcorn as her girlfriend changed the page to one that consisted of a variety of strapless gowns, which Casey had little desire for. And the page after that was primarily colored gowns. Casey wanted white. It wasn't that she was picky. It was just that this was her first time ever being married, and she wanted the white wedding that she had dreamed about ever since she was a little girl. "Stop," she said suddenly. As Olivia did, Casey pointed to the white gown the mouse's arrow was hovering over. As Olivia enlarged it, the ADA's jaw dropped. Like the previous one she had pointed out, this gown was adorned with beautiful lace. But this one had the perfect look: it was low cut, but not to the point where it bared all, like some dressed seemed to; it moved in at the hips at a perfect degree, and its skirt flowed perfectly. "Now can I make up my mind?" she asked. "That one is my final choice."
Olivia smiled. "It's very beautiful, just like my soon to be wife." Leaning over, she gently kissed Casey on the lips before biting down, hard enough to make the attorney whimper in pleasure. Just as Casey was starting to enjoy the kiss, the older woman broke it without warning. She clicked the count button, raising it to one, then clicked "add to cart".
"Now for yours," Casey said with a smile. As she and Olivia exchanged places, she clicked the "home" button.
"I can just wear slacks, Case," Olivia said.
Casey looked at her in shock. "Olivia Nicole Benson, you are not wearing pants to get married. I know you hate skirts, but this is an important day! Please wear a dress?" As she made her request, Casey met Olivia's chocolate brown eyes with her emerald ones in a pleading gaze.
"You know the puppy dog pout doesn't work on me, no matter how adorable you are," Olivia responded. "However," she conceded, "I will wear a dress. A dress, NOT a gown. That's definitely too much frill for my liking."
Casey smiled, hugging her tightly. "I love you," she replied, thrilled to have gotten her way. Especially since getting Olivia Benson into anything other than pants was about as easy as analyzing Einstein's theory of relativity. She typed the key words "simple dress, non lace, non veil" into the search box, and hit enter. Within seconds, an array of choices flooded the screen. Out of the corner of her eye, Casey noticed Olivia scoot closer to her. Smiling to herself, the redhead turned her attention back to the computer screen. The next several minutes were spent in relative silence as they scanned browsed the dresses, minus the occasional "Oh, hell no" from Olivia. Finally, however, Olivia ordered her to stop. Casey couldn't help but laugh a little when she looked down and saw that they were on the final page of choices.
The dress Olivia had asked her to enlarge, Casey noticed, was actually quite pretty. It was a simple black halter dress that she could already see would emphasize Olivia's naturally well endowed chest. "Simple, yet elegant. Pretty, yet not over the top. This is what more girls should be wearing, not slutty mini skirts with hems barely past their ass," the detective said.
"Yes, beautiful," Casey murmured, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Olivia's outburst of old fashioned views. The brunette was prone to do that occasionally, and Casey couldn't help but notice that it was often when they were shopping for clothes. "This one is really pretty," she added.
Nodding, Olivia reached over and hit the count button, followed by the add to cart. Ordering Casey to move, she reclaimed her seat in front of the computer and opened the cart, scanning it. Her eyes traveled to the total price at the bottom corner. "Holy shit," she exclaimed.
Casey blushed as her eyes, too, noticed the cost, which totaled well over six thousand. "Well, um, it's a good thing we have a lot in our savings account, I guess," she mumbled sheepishly.
"You think?" Olivia asked. When she realized that Casey thought she was mad, the older woman leaned over, kissing the young attorney on the cheek. "I'm not mad, sweetie, just surprised." Looking back at the screen, she asked "We have every conceivable decoration in the cart, including ice sculptures. Now we just added our dresses, and I know you're going to make me take you shoe shopping. But beyond that, are we forgetting anything?"
Casey hesitated for a moment before answering. She had no idea how to say what she wanted to add, so she spent several seconds thinking about it. Finally, she blurted out "I want you to meet my parents."
A/N: Please review.