In honor of Valentine's Day around the corner, here is some pure Bensler smut. As always, I do not own any of this. It all belongs to the wonderful creators of Law and Order: SVU. Enjoy (RIP to your panties) :)

"So when are you going to ask me on a date?" Olivia asked looking up from her DD5 for today's closed case. She and Stabler had been officially seeing each other for 8 months now, but they had yet to go on a formal outing.

"I didn't know you wanted to go on a date," Stabler answered with a shit-eating grin as he reclined in the desk chair, propping his feet on the corner of the desk.

"You don't get off that easy just because we've known each other for years. A relationship is a little more than just booty calls and living together," she retorted, glowering back at him.

"She's got you there," John chimed in as he walked past their desks. He pat Stabler on the shoulder, "ask my second ex-wife."

"Is that why she divorced you?" Elliot poked back at the old man.

"Nice one wisecrack. It was actually I who ended that marriage," Munch defended as he walked towards the captain's office. Elliot stood up laughing and strolled over the coffee station to refill his mug.

"It's a good thing I made plans for us tonight then," El smirked at Liv. "With it being Valentines day and all." He carried the coffee pot back to his workstation to refill his partner's mug. "Speaking of which," he said nodding towards the elevators. A short pudgy man fumbled out of the elevator, lost as he scanned the walls for any sense of direction.

"I'm looking for an Olivia Benson," the delivery man stated above the hum of the department. In his arms he cradled a massive bouquet of red roses.

"That would be me, but I didn't order any roses," Liv replied confused, looking to her partner as she took the flowers from the man.

"I don't know who ordered them, but I just need you to sign here," the man retorted as he shoved a clipboard towards the woman. Elliot grinned from ear to ear as she placed her signature on the dotted line before the man hurried off.

"Do you like them?" El asked, wrapping a firm arm around her waist and drawing her close to him.

"Elliot, they're beautiful!"

"I'm glad you like them. Happy Valentines Day my love," he whispered in her ear.

"What time are you meeting him?" Novak hollered as she made dinner in the kitchen. Olivia had wanted to surprise Elliot tonight, so Casey had rather enthusiastically opened up her home to her friend for the evening.

"He said to meet him at the station at 7:30," Olivia yelled to her friend in the other room. She leaned in to get a closer look in the mirror as she slid the metal rod of the earing through her lobe.

"You better get going then," Casey called back. The redhead meandered into the bathroom where her friend was getting ready. "Damn Benson! You look hot!"

"Is it too much?" she questioned. Liv modeled a form fitting knit black dress with cap sleeves. The hem ended midway down her thigh, followed by matching 1in heels, both of which accented her calves.

"Too much?! It's perfect. He won't be able to keep his hands off of you." Liv blushed. "But you're missing one more thing." Casey rummaged through her makeup drawer. "It's in here somewhere," she muttered as she pulled handfuls of compacts, brushes, and applicators out of their home. "Ah-ha!" She handed Olivia and small black cylinder. Liv opened it to reveal a radiant crimson lipstick. "Perfect" Case declared as her friend applied the pigment. "Now get going. You don't want to be late for your very important date."

Liv disembarked the elevator and strolled into the precinct, her heels clicking on the laminate flooring. The room was dark with only a few desk lamps left to illuminate the space with a gold hue. Elliot was nowhere to be found but left a note on his desk. On the back of his business card read:

Meet me on the roof.

- E. S.

Why the hell does he want to meet on the roof, Liv asked herself. Guess there's only one way to find out. She laid the business card back on the desk before making her way to the lift. I just really want to grab something to eat, she thought as the contraption took her to the top of the building. Once the chime signaled her arrival, she stepped through the weighted metal door leading to the outside. She was met by an aisle of red rose petals lined by twinkling tea candles. 10 yards in front of her stood her partner, clothed in a classic black suit, his back to the door. "Elliot?" she asked walking towards him. The man turned around and grinned, reaching his calloused hand out to her.

"You look stunning," he observed as he planted a kiss on her cheek. It was a site to see Badass Benson in formal attire, a much-welcomed change compared to her normal rotation of blouses and slacks.

"What's this all about?"

Elliot tugged at his pants, giving him more room as he knelt on one knee. He moaned as his patella hit the concrete. "All these years of service take a toll on you," he chuckled. He reached into his jacket's inner pocket, pulling out a maroon velvet box. Inside the cushion held a silver band with diamonds lining the circumference.

"El-." Her hand instinctively covered her mouth in shock.

"Just-" he cut her off. "A partnership is a lot like a marriage," he started. "You fight, then you make up. But at the end of the day, you always have each other's backs. And if you had to, you'd take a bullet for each other. A bond like that - it never goes away. Livvy, I will always have your back. Will you do me the favor of having mine for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Of course, yes!" Olivia bent over, her lips crashing into his. She pulled away, foreheads touching, faces millimeters from each other as they savored the moment. "I want nothing more than to marry you, Elliot Stabler." El cupped the back of her neck as he pulled her into another passionate kiss before standing up. He plucked the ring from the box, taking Liv's hand and sliding the band on her finger. It glided into place as if it had always been there. A gurgling cut through the air. "I'm sorry," Benson blushed ashamedly. "I haven't eaten anything yet."

"It's a good thing I'm taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant then," Stabler chuckled, taking her hand in his.

"Did you not see the flames?" Stabler asked as he unlocked the apartment door. "Part of the kitchen caught on fire."

"I was wondering why it felt warm in there," Benson replied as she slipped off her heels, tossing them to the side as soon as she entered the door.

"The kitchen wasn't the only thing hot there," El countered seductively as he hung up his blazer.

"Is that so?" Benson teased as she eyed his slacks. Just below the waist there was a bulge that had not been there earlier. Elliot came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her to pull her close, his manhood pressing against her ass. His lips found their favorite place on her neck, just below her jaw. His kisses grew ravenous, his teeth hungrily grazing her skin. A small moan escaped Liv's throat. This man had a way of enchanting her, of sending electricity through every fiber of her being. His fingers slowly traced up her hips until they reached the nape of her neck where they took hold of the dress's zipper, slowly lowering it to expose her back as it slipped off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin. Olivia reached her hand back, grasping Elliot's member through his pants, eliciting a raspy moan.

"Bedroom. Now," he commanded as he scooped his naked fiancé up and carried her to their bed. Elliot tore off his shirt and trousers, tossing them haphazardly across the room into the darkness. "You're fucking beautiful," he hissed as he surveyed her bare body, himself now free of the restrictive clothing.

"See something you like?" she teased. He positioned himself over her, their lips smashing into one another. His tongue explored her mouth with reckless abandon, the familiarity of it adding a new dimension to the already pleasurable experience. The warmth of their bodies intertwined together, but a new warmth soon overcame Liv.

"Oh god, Elliot," she begged as his tongue moved up and down her slit, lapping up the product of their love. His rugged hands found their spot on her soft inner thighs as he spread her open more. Olivia dug her nails into his scalp, his tongue sending undulating pulses of electricity through her core.

"You're delectable," he growled as his tongue moved faster over her clit. Her moans grew louder as he slid two fingers into her pulsating heat.

"Fuck, El," she cried as his fingers tortuously swept inside her, causing her to see stars. Her pleasure only turned him on more, igniting the furnace growing in him.

"Good girl," he growled as a third finger found its spot inside of her, causing her hips to buck more. She was dripping wet at this point, making it easier for Elliot's fingers to continually ignite her. He sucked and nip at her pink organ, every movement causing her body to shiver.

"God El, I'm so close!"

"I know." His free hand moved to palm her sensitive breasts. "I've got you Livvy."

Her moans morphing into screams, Olivia's hips bucked fiercely as her muscles spasmed, rhythmically enveloping Elliot's fingers. Her knuckles blanched white as she grasped the sheets. Everything went black as pure, unbridled pleasure consumed her body. When her muscles finally relaxed, El slid his drenched fingers out, lapping up her juices. "You taste so fucking good," he purred, his dick twitching in anticipation of what was to come.

"I need you. Now." Her sheer predatory growl beckoning him. He dropped to his arms to hover over her, her hand grasping his girth as she guided him into her entrance. She was so tight and wet, inviting him to fill every part of her. Stabler pulled almost completely out of her warmth before delving back in. "Harder," she begged, wrapping her legs around his hips. Elliot picked up the pace as he slammed into her, his dick striking her G-spot with every thrust. He could feel her tightening around him as his continued to propel into her, his grunts become more voracious. His hand moved to thumb her clit as she neared her climax. "Elliot!" she screamed and writhed as her muscles yet again spasmed like a vice around him. His orgasm soon found him, ripping through their bodies simultaneously. Liv could feel his seed filling her as his length pulsated.

As the electricity slowly dissipated, Elliot lowered himself on top of Liv, laying his head between her breasts so that he could listen to her heartbeat. Benson's delicate fingers stroked the top of her fiancé's head, running through his short hair. "And to think... we get to... do this for the rest of our lives," she noted in between pants of exhaustion.

"But one thing will be different," El interrupted, lifting his head to meet her gaze, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "You'll be Mrs. Stabler."