A/N: And we've come to the end of their engagement...

With two days left until their wedding, Alex and Casey had promised each other that they'd try not to be too miserable during their bachelorette parties. It was the first night they were going to spend apart in over two months, but when they put everything in perspective and realized they'd have the rest of their lives to spend by each other's side, a couple of nights apart weren't going to be too heartbreaking.

"It's just two nights," Casey reminded her.

"Two nights?" Alex asked. "Why two nights? This bachelorette party is only for one night. Don't think I'm allowing you two nights of debauchery, Miss Novak."

"I'm not allowed to spend the night with you tomorrow night. It's bad luck," Casey pointed out. "Just like I'm not supposed to see you in your wedding dress before the wedding. Although, I'm sure you're going to look beautiful in it. You look beautiful in everything and nothing, especially nothing."

"Save it for our honeymoon," Alex said and started kissing her.

"You mean our wedding night," Casey corrected her. "There's no way I'm waiting until we get to the cabin the next morning. As soon as we're finished cutting the cake, I'm taking you upstairs."

"I already booked the room," Alex informed her. "We haven't had sex since your birthday, which was three months ago. I feel like I'm going to explode."

"You're the one who wanted to abstain until our wedding night," Casey reminded her fiancée. "I remember you saying it would make the night even more special."

"But you're the one who said we should also abstain from self-gratification," Alex pointed out. "Neither of us have had an orgasm in three months. That's three months of pent-up sexual tension and it's all going to be released on the night I become your wife."

"If it's not released even sooner," Casey teased. "You've been eyeing me like a piece of meat all day."

"It's your fault for wearing those jeans and that shirt."

Casey looked down at what she was wearing. "Alex, it's a t-shirt."

"And I'm fighting every urge in my body that's telling me to take it off of you," Alex said as she was lying on top of her fiancée. "I'm sorry for using such a vulgar word, but I'm so horny right now. You should help me out just a little."

"No," Casey insisted. "You know what'll happen if I do. You'll have an orgasm and once you recover, you'll be upset with me for getting you off instead of making you wait until our wedding night. I already know you, Alex."

"Case?"

"Yes, love of my life?"

"Please don't touch any other women tonight," Alex said with a pleading look in her eyes.

"This was Abbie's idea," Casey reminded her. "You know I have no desire to touch another woman. I have you, Alex. We haven't even said our vows and I'm already honoring them. I should be the one worried tonight. You're going to be drinking with Serena and Olivia. I trust that Olivia will look out for you, but I don't know about Serena."

"I don't even know about Serena," Alex teased. "But we'll be at her apartment and Bry-Anne will be there, so it's not like it'll be too wild."

"You three are going to scar that child for life," Casey said before kissing her fiancée.

Alex arrived at Abbie and Serena's apartment just as Abbie was headed out. She knew she was going to be the one giving her fiancée a lap dance, but she still made it known to Abbie that she didn't like Casey looking at other women. Casey was her woman and she'd be damned if she let another woman touch her or even look at her.

"Liv is here," Serena said excitedly. "We already have a martini waiting for you."

If she was going to be giving a lap dance at a club, Alex figured she'd need all the alcohol she could get her hands on.

"Her new girl is coming later," Serena told her.

"Liv has a new girl?" Alex asked. "Since when?"

"Since three weeks ago, Alex. I swear, sometimes I think you and Casey go into hibernation with each other or an Alex and Casey bubble."

"The guest of honor is here," Olivia said once she saw Alex. "Serena made this martini and she isn't known for her bartending skills."

Alex immediately started coughing after taking the first sip of her martini. "This is the worst martini I've ever tasted."

"It's mostly alcohol," Serena told her. "It'll loosen you up for Casey."

"There's a child in the room," Olivia reminded them.

"Bry-Anne, sweetheart. Go play in your room," Serena pleaded.

"But I wanna stay with you guys," Bry-Anne said as she held on to Olivia.

"Auntie Olivia is going to watch you later while I go somewhere with Auntie Alex," Serena told her.

"Can we play Barbies?" Bry-Anne asked Olivia.

"We can play anything you want," Olivia responded. That was all the reassurance Bry-Anne needed. She got up from her parents' bed and headed over to her room to play.

"It's time for Truth Or Dare," Serena informed them. "It wouldn't be a sleepover without it."

"No," Olivia groaned.

"Yes," Serena insisted. "And, just for that, you're going first. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Olivia answered.

"So boring," Alex and Serena said in unison.

"It's not boring. It's safe," Olivia corrected them. "I'm over forty and I'm not about to streak down the hallway or—or—what was the other typical dare in junior high?"

"Call your crush and confess your feelings to them," Alex added.

"Thank you," Olivia responded. "And, no, I'm not about to do that."

"Yeah, I guess dare has lost its edge," Serena admitted. "What am I supposed to do, call Abbie, the mother of my child and the woman I've been with for ten years, and tell her that I think she's pretty?"

"And then Olivia and I are supposed to be giggling in the background," Alex added. "Then when you hang up, I'm supposed to call Casey, the woman I'm marrying in two days, and tell her that I have a crush on her. It's just not the same."

"Maybe not, but Olivia doesn't have a fiancée or a girlfriend," Serena brought to their attention. "She has someone she's seeing. Call her, Olivia."

"This is why I didn't choose dare," Olivia reminded them.

"Even truth has lost its edge," Serena realized. "Are Olivia and I supposed to ask what Casey's like in bed? I'm her ex-girlfriend and so is Olivia. Olivia and I have both had sex with Abbie. Alex and I have both been in a relationship with Olivia. Alex had a one-night stand with Abbie twelve years ago and Alex and I briefly dated right before I met Abbie."

"Maybe this game would actually be fun if we were straight," Alex told them. "We've all been with each other, so there really aren't any secrets."

"And this is why I've been hesitant about bringing Amanda around the four of you," Olivia said accidentally.

Serena inched her way closer to Olivia. "Oh, so we finally get to know her name? Do tell us more, Detective Benson."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Serena, you're going to meet her in a few hours."

"Not good enough," Serena insisted. "What's her last name?"

"Rollins."

"Amanda Rollins," Serena repeated. "Why don't I know her?"

"Maybe because you've been out of commission for almost eleven years," Alex pointed out. "I work with her, but I never knew she and Olivia were—"

"We can't exactly be out in the open," Olivia told them. "She's told a couple of her friends and I've told you two. Other than that, nobody knows."

"She's one of the good ones, Liv, and you don't have to worry about putting your job ahead of her because she actually understands," Alex said as she gave her friend a hug. "I'm so happy for you."

"I'm happy, too," Olivia told her. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. I've only been dating her for three weeks."

"Where is she from?" Serena asked.

"Atlanta," Olivia answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh, I see," Serena said mischievously. "Olivia is going to have a little south in her mouth. So, have you had sex with her yet?"

"Serena," Alex groaned.

"What? It's an honest question," Serena insisted. "And I think truth or dare is finally going to get interesting again."

Casey nervously entered the strip club with her best friend. Until then, she was having the best night she could possibly have even though her fiancée wasn't there. They had shots at a bar and played beer pong with some twenty-somethings whom they had just met. The guys ended up losing to Abbie and Casey, but they were good sports about it and once they found out Casey was getting married and Abbie had just gotten engaged they bought them a round of shots to celebrate. Casey was now a bit tipsy, but nowhere near as drunk as she thought she'd be. Even when Casey was single, she didn't enjoy strip clubs, but now she found herself entering one during her bachelorette party.

"The damndest thing just happened to me," Abbie said once she joined Casey at the entrance. "Serena called me and said she thought I was pretty."

"I can top that," Casey began. "Alex sent me a text message saying she has a crush on me."

"They're completely trashed," Abbie said to her best friend. "But, this is the last time we talk about them tonight. I have something special planned for you. This is your last night of freedom, Casey. After this, you're going to be tied down to the same woman for the rest of your life. Alex is the only woman you're ever going to touch and the only woman who will ever touch you."

"I don't have a problem with that," Casey insisted. "I have no desire to be with any other woman, whatsoever."

"You say that now, but you'll regret it later," Abbie told her. "I'm paying for you to get a lap dance in one of the VIP rooms. There's a girl I have in mind and she's incredibly sexy and very hands-on."

"Abbie, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I already have a woman who's incredibly sexy and very hands-on. I'm marrying her."

"Come on, Casey," Abbie insisted. "I won't be in there watching. You'll be all alone and no one will ever know about this other than the two of us."

"Fine," Casey said reluctantly. She knew Abbie was paying for the room and the lap dance, but she wasn't actually going to go through with it. Abbie had said she was going to be alone, so she had every intention of telling the dancer that she was getting married and she'd still get paid for her time, but she wasn't going to do anything to disrespect her fiancée. When their time was up, Casey would act as if she had really gone through with it.

Casey was extremely nervous as she sat down on a chair in one of the VIP rooms. All she could think about was Alex and how much she missed her. When she saw the girl Abbie had chosen, she suddenly realized why this was the girl Abbie had in mind. She had an uncanny resemblance to Alex except her hair was slightly teased and she was wearing pounds of make-up.

"Close your eyes," the girl whispered. Casey thought it was an unusual request, but she decided to go along with what she was saying.

"I want you to know that I'm getting—I'm getting married—" Casey stammered. She was already straddling her waist and all Casey wanted was to get out of the room. "I don't want to disrespect my fiancée, so I'm not going to be hands-on or—"

"What if I want you to be hands-on?" she whispered into Casey's ear. Her voice was now all-too-familiar, but she still had a hard time believing it was her. "Alex?"

"It's me, babe," Alex told her. "You can open your eyes now."

Now that she knew it was her future wife, she was able to fully look over the woman who was straddling her on the chair. Alex was wearing a white lacy bra and the same crotch-less thong that Abbie and Serena had bought for her. With Alex's legs spread, Casey was able to see a certain part of Alex she hadn't had access to for three months.

"Case, Abbie told me how you reacted to this," Alex began. "I knew that's how you'd react to another woman touching you so I feel like you deserve something special."

"Like what?" Casey asked flirtatiously. Knowing this woman was her future wife, Casey couldn't keep her hands off of her. She let her hands trail along her sides, caressing her abs before getting a firm grip on her behind.

Instead of responding with her words, Alex went to work on her woman's belt buckle and helped her remove her jeans. She had debated taking off Casey's shirt, but she realized taking Casey's shirt off would be more for her own enjoyment when this dance was supposed to be all about Casey. She gripped Casey's shoulders as she started to grind into her, making sure Casey's eyes were locked with hers.

"I love you," Alex whispered.

"I love you, too," Casey responded. Casey's eyes never left her future wife as she grinded into her. Alex was wet, extremely wet, and the evidence was now on her leg. The feeling and the smell of her fiancée's arousal was enough to make Casey start to throb. The only woman she desired was now grinding even harder into her and Casey had to try her hardest to hold back. Did Alex want to have sex or was she still trying to wait until their wedding night? Waiting no longer mattered to Casey once she felt Alex's hand make its way down the front of her panties.

"Fuck me," Alex said as she started to bite her neck.

Those two words were the point of no return for Casey. With one hand, she was able to unclasp Alex's bra, releasing the breasts she had been longing to caress for the past three months. Although three months had passed, she hadn't forgotten how creamy Alex's skin was or how erect her nipples became whenever she was aroused. These were parts of Alex that were only for her fiancée to see.

Casey and Alex had forgotten all about the lap dance and being in the VIP room at a strip club; they were so overcome with need for each other that they decided not to hold back anymore—or at least not completely hold back.

"We just won't go down on each other," Alex insisted. "That will be saved for our wedding night."

"Okay," Casey agreed, focusing more on Alex's hand stroking her clit than on what Alex was actually saying. Her fiancée's wetness was now coating her thigh, but Casey was still hesitant about touching her. She wanted the moment to last and she knew Alex was close even though she had yet to touch her.

The decision was no longer Casey's to make. Alex grabbed her hand and guided it to the exact place she wanted her. She was already open and ready for Casey, so she decided to add a third finger. Adding that third finger filled Alex and stretched her more than ever before.

"Do you want me to stop?" Casey asked.

"No, I'm fine," Alex insisted. "Just let me get used to the way this feels."

Alex remained motionless as she tried to adjust to Casey being inside of her, but that only heightened the sensation for Casey as she felt her fiancée's muscles keep releasing and then clenching her fingers. She felt as tight as she did the first time they made love to each other and Casey couldn't believe how far they had come since that night. With that thought still in her mind, she felt her fiancée start to ride her fingers. The harder Alex rode her fingers, the harder she started to stroke Casey until they were both close to the edge. Casey's hand was starting to hurt, but she continued to move her fingers inside of Alex.

When Casey noticed Alex's head go back and her breathing start to quicken, she pulled out of her fiancée and used the rest of her strength to stroke Alex's clit with one hand and hold her close to her with the other.

Casey came hard with her fiancée and, as they were recovering, Alex's body went limp against her. "I love you so much," she managed to tell Casey.

"I love you, too," Casey said as she stroked Alex's hair. "We need to get dressed now."

"I wish we were going to sleep together," Alex said softly. "I'm exhausted now."

"Me, too," Casey told her. " But we have to keep in mind that we're going to be sleeping together every night for the rest of our lives, Mrs. Novak."

"You called me Mrs. Novak," Alex pointed out. "I like the way that sounds."

"That'll be your name in thirty-six hours," Casey said in between kisses.

Thirty-six hours and Alex would finally be her wife.