Author's note: Hey everyone. I am really sorry for the long pauses in between updates lately. I have been very busy, and also very picky about what I want to write. Especially now that Casey and Olivia are married, and need a honeymoon AND to plan for their family. I just wasn't sure how to work it all in, but I think I have figured it out, and I hope everyone likes the next few chapters. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated. Thank you.
"I still feel like I am in a dream. An amazing, wonderful, fantastic dream that I never want to awake from," Casey remarked as she watched the world outside zip past as the car moved.
Olivia looked at her for a nanosecond before turning her attention back to the road. "If you want me to pinch you when we get to the house, I will. Then, hopefully, you will realize that this amazing life is our reality to share together forever."
Casey turned away from the window and looked at her wife, eyebrows arched. Since when was Olivia Benson a mushy romantic? "Do you mind? My head is the one in the clouds here, babe. Yours is supposed to be on the ground, being the logical one."
"Is that so?" Olivia asked with a chuckle, keeping her eyes glued to the road as she slowed in front of a stop light. "So you get to be the daydreamer and I get to be the sensible one. Hmmm."
Casey shrugged. "It has been that way for as long as we have known each other. I've always been the crazy daydreamer. Remember my old fantasy of our wedding?"
"The one where I carried you off on horseback?" Olivia questioned, the corners of her lips rising in a playful smirk.
Casey blushed nearly as red as her hair. "Yeah, that one," she mumbled sheepishly. "But your response was that you couldn't carry me off on horseback because my suggested location to get married made riding horses very impractical. See? You're the logical one in this relation-marriage," she quickly amended.
Olivia smiled as she eased the car into a huge spiral driveway. "I know, baby, I'm just teasing you," she replied, shutting the car off. "Okay, look around. What you see is what you will be seeing every day from here on out. Welcome home, Mrs. Benson."
Casey did as she was told. Gazing outside through the windshield, she could see two monstrous trees flanking the path leading up to the front door. Next, she noticed a garage, which, though being viewed from the outside, was quite obviously a double car garage. "Oh my gosh," the attorney murmured, taking in the beautiful front yard, from which sprouted luscious green grass. Finally her attention fell upon the house itself: a three floor home, not counting the attic and basement, the house was beautiful from the outside. It was made of brick, which had always been Casey's dream home. She could see from the driveway that the front door had an old fashioned knocker on it, just like she had always wanted, and the door itself was painted a beautiful light pink, perfectly complementing the bricks.
"Do you like it?" came Olivia's question, startling Casey out of her thoughts.
"Mmhm," Casey answered, too speechless to form much of a coherent thought. "It's so beautiful, Olivia," she murmured.
Olivia chuckled. "If you are done falling in love with the outside, let's go inside, then you can gush all over again, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, the older woman opened her door, stepped out, and made her way over to the passenger side. As she opened Casey's door, she grinned. "Care to come with me and experience am everlasting journey of love, happiness, and romance?"
Casey giggled. "I do," she answered as she took her wife's hand and stepped out of the car. She loved how romantic Olivia could be at certain times and how domineering at others; the switch was a major turn on for Casey. As they walked up the driveway together, Casey once more admired the entire house, including its scenery, now that her view was not obstructed by the car. "It really is beautiful," she whispered, gently squeezing Olivia's hand as the brunette unlocked the front door.
"I'm glad you like it, baby," Olivia responded. As the latch clicked, she pushed the door open, then turned to Casey. Without warning, she lifted the younger woman into her arms and carried her across the threshold into their new home. She held her until they reached the kitchen. Setting the attorney down, Olivia smiled at the shocked look on Casey's face. "I told you I always wanted to carry you across the threshold as my wife."
Casey nodded, smiling. "I know." She glanced around the kitchen, taking in the island that stood in the center of the room, the silver refrigerator and matching freezer, the numerous cabinets of varying sizes and even shape, and the stove, which was a black so shiny that it showed reflections as well as any mirror. Again, Casey found herself speechless. She couldn't believe how much everything matched the hopes and dreams she had shared with Olivia. "It's perfect. Absolutely perfect," she said out loud, her attention wandering to the sink, which had a hose for easier rinsing, and then the dishwasher. "Olivia, it's-" But as Casey turned around to voice her opinion, she was silenced by a forceful kiss. She whimpered softly as Olivia pinned her against the counter and brushed her fingers across her thighs, which were easily accessible thanks to her mid-thigh length skirt. Reaching up, Casey threaded her fingers through Olivia's hair, moaning as the brunette deepened the kiss.
But, just as soon as it had started, the kiss was broken. Olivia stepped back, smirking. "If you think this is perfect, wait until you see the bedroom. But first, we're going to go on a tour of the rest of the house." Taking Casey's hand, Olivia led her outside and into the back yard, which Casey could see contained a huge pool that had to be at least eight feet deep, complete with a diving board, with a bubbling hot tub directly across from it.
"I think I'm in love," Casey whispered, her attention focused mostly on the pool. She had always loved water; when she was little, she swam so much that her parents had started calling her their little fish.
Next, Olivia gave her a tour of the living room, with its cozy fireplace and adorable love seat, the foyer, which they had already walked through on the way in, and the dining room that adjoined the kitchen, complete with a massive cabinet for storing holiday dishes. "It's all amazing, babe," Casey said, turning to face Olivia as they stood in the middle of the living room. "Incredible. I love it."
Olivia kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad," she replied. "Now I hope you do not think I sound too cliché in saying this, but now for the grand finale, presenting…our bedroom." That being said, Olivia led Casey up three flights of stairs to the top floor and down a huge hallway until they reached the master bedroom. "Close your eyes, baby." As Casey did as she was told, she heard the bedroom door open, followed by Olivia's voice saying "No peeking." The next few moments were quiet and seemed endless, and just when Casey thought she would die from the anticipation alone, Olivia said "Open".
Following orders, Casey opened her eyes slowly. She could see immediately that the bedroom was huge, with a beautiful pink paint covering the walls and very expensive furniture, including an old fashioned vanity mirror. But that wasn't what captured her attention. It was all gorgeous, but what drew Casey's attention was not the bed itself, but what the bed contained. Just above the headboard dangled a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Casey's jaw dropped in shock. One thing was for sure: this was definitely going to be an interesting wedding night.