"Thanks for agreeing to meet with me," Olivia said as she slid into the booth across from the two young ladies.

"Of course, Liv," Kathleen replied as she took a seat next to Maureen. Liv had reached out to the two oldest Stabler girls asking to meet. She wanted to make sure there was no animosity before she married their father.

"Order whatever you want. I've got it," Benson stated as she picked up her menu to peruse the selections. The waiter came and took their orders.

"So let's see," Maureen asked eagerly as she reached out for Benson's hand. She modeled the new addition to her wardrobe.

"Dad did good," Katie commented when she saw the ring.

"He sure did," Liv replied blushing. "That's actually why I wanted to meet with you two. I want to make sure that you are guys are on board with this, because you were here long before I was ever your dad's partner."

"Livvy," Katie started as she took the detective's hand in hers. "We are more than happy to have you officially join the family. Do you think he would have proposed without our blessing?" The ladies chuckled.

"I know," Liv smirked. "I just don't want it to seem like I'm replacing your mother."

"You're not," Maureen chimed in. "As much as we don't like that our parents got divorced, we understand why they had too."

"Mom's doing better now, and you make dad so happy, and that's all that matters."

"Thank you, you two," Liv replied with a hopeful smile.

"Just promise us one thing," Maureen requested. "Can we be in the wedding?" Benson burst out laughing.

"Of course you can! Lizzie too. I'm going dress shopping next week, if you three want to join me," she smirked. She could not have wished for more wonderful future stepdaughters.

Back at the precinct, Fin and Elliot escorted their suspect into interrogation, depositing the man on the metal seat before uncuffing him.

"You could at least ask me to dinner before getting kinky," the man smirked at the two detectives. He stood 5'11" dressed in a navy suit, his clean-shaven face and hazel eyes accented by amber hair. But there was more to him than his Casanova façade. Before he was sent to federal prison for tax evasion, James Brenner and Olivia Benson were in a committed relationship. He had even considered proposing to her.

"Did you hear something?" Fin asked, looking to his colleague.

"I didn't. Did you?" Stabler replied.

"Ok. Ok. I get it. Tough crowd today," the detainee continued as he stood up to pace the room. "What do you two want from me anyways?"

"We just want to talk about your new hobby since getting out of federal lockup," Stabler quipped as he leaned calmly against the one-way glass, crossing his arms in front of him.

"And that is-"

"Kiddy fiddling."

"Ah. So you think I raped that little girl on TV."

"Well did you?"

"What's in it for me?"

"How about keeping your sorry ass out of jail," Fin interjected. The perp paused his pacing, taking a moment to consider his options.

"Before I say anything, let me ask you this: where is Detective Benson? When I got out I heard she had joined the sex police," Brenner posed.

"She's not available at the moment," Stabler declared promptly. He was going to keep his future wife out of this.

"That's a shame. Word on the street is she is getting hitched. I wanted to congratulate her myself." James sat back in the chair, propping his feet on the table. "But judging by your tone and defensiveness, I'm going to say you're her fiancé." The man pointed to Elliot whose face grew wary. Brenner let out a devious chuckle that shook El to the core. He wasn't fazed by much, but this son a bitch was hitting every nerve. "You know, you and I have a lot in common. Handsome. Accomplished. Well dressed. I can see why she chose you," the pervert reminisced, observing the very few similarities between him and the detective. "Man, she was a nice piece of ass."

"El-" Fin started, but it was too late. Elliot strode across the room in two steps, kicking the chair out from under Brenner. He hoisted the man into the air by his shirt, pinning the bastard to the brick wall.

"Olivia told me all about you piece of shit," Stabler growled, his face inches from the other man's. "But let's get one thing clear. You begged her to kiss you. She begs me to fuck her. We are nothing alike. Say her name again and I will make sure my gun is the last thing you see."

"Is that a threat?" the scum asked.

"That's a promise." Stabler released his grip, allowing the man to fall to the floor. He stormed out of the interrogation room, leaving Fin alone with the convict.

"Did you hear him threaten me?" James asked as he stood up and straightened his shirt after the shake-down.

"I didn't hear a god damn thing," Tutuola said as he got up from leaning on the table and saw himself out.

"I want my lawyer!" Brenner screamed as the door to his confine slammed shut.

"How did it go with the girls?" Elliot called from the bathroom as he turned the shower off.

"It went really well," Liv stated as she took a seat on the edge of their bed. "Better than I could have expected. But what I really want to know is what happened while I was gone. Something about me begging you to fuck me?"

"What is there to talk about," El commented as he exited the bathroom stark naked. He continued to dry himself off, not paying attention to his fiancé at all. "I didn't say anything that is not true." She took in his toned legs, six-pack abs, chiseled chest, strong shoulders, and a package that she was shocked could fit inside her. His lips curled into a smirk. "My eyes are up here Benson," he chuckled, his baby blues twinkling with amusement.

"Why do you do this to me," she finally choked out. "I can't focus with you all-" she gestured to his nakedness.

"You could do it too," he posed. That was all the permission Benson need to rip her clothes off. It was not long before their lips smashed into each other, each fighting for control. Ravenously, Stabler's tongue filled Benson's mouth, caressing every nook. Elliot grabbed her supple bare hips, forcefully spinning his lover around to face away from him. He lips danced on her neck, occasionally pausing to nip at the thin skin, leaving tiny bruises as tokens of their love.

Elliot slid one hand to palm her sensitive breasts, flicking at her erect nipples. A moan escaped Liv's lips. "He said you were a nice piece of ass," El repeated into her ear as he took a fist-full of Liv's voluptuous backside. "Only I get to appreciate the most private parts of your goddess-like body."

"And the part about begging you to fuck me?" Olivia whispered as she leaned into his strong form.

"I'm going to make you do more than beg. Bend over," Stabler growled, shaking from the lustful rapture coursing through him as she gladly complied. His beautiful fiancé lay stretched out before him in all her glory. A flood of wetness washed over Olivia at the abyssal voice that had taken over her lover. Need coursed through her veins. "Take me," she begged, lowering her face into the mattress, her ass rising higher. He did not disappoint. His girth slammed into her, their hips clashing. "Please El," she cried as he began a furious rhythm, every thrust being returned in unison. "I want to see stars." She was never one to be vocal in bed, but Elliot had released a side of her that she had never known.

"You're mine," he grunted, picking up the pace. The sudden burst of carnal energy coursed through his manhood and was felt by both as his dick unceasingly stroked her G-spot, sending jolts of frenzied passion through her body. "Fuck El. I'm getting close." She started to clamp around him, pulling him closer to his climax. Pulling almost completely out with each stroke, Elliot slammed back into her, the sheer force ripping through her pelvis. A final draw and he could no longer hold back. "Come for me." Her moans morphed to screams as her body convulsed around him. She had wanted to see stars, but he showed her the galaxies.