a/n: hi guys. I vehemently apologize for how long this took me. It's like one day, all of my creativity walked away and I was shook. anyway, lets go to santorini, aye?. don't forget to check out the website for the fic! thearrangement . carrd . co

song of the chapter: just luv me - britney spears

Chapter Seven - Fascination

"Are you seriously doing this, Liv?" Monique asked, leaning her arm against the couch as Olivia zipped her suitcase. "This does not seem like the type of thing you'd do. Jetting off to some remote country with a man you barely know?"

Olivia rolled her eyes as she dragged the luggage off of the seat. "First of all, I know him very well, thank you very much. Second, it's not a remote island, it's Greece, you can easily spot it on the map if you try. Third, it's a business trip."

"Oh, I wasn't aware that having his face all up in your business constitutes a swipe of the company's credit card." she smirked, grabbing one of Olivia's bags and setting it at the door.

"Ha-ha," she feigned. "We're going there to check up on an international office of Stabler Enterprises. He's thinking about expanding exports in that region and it never hurts to have a look around and see how things are running."

"Okay, I can see how that's justifiable." Monique rolled her head to the side, "On the contrary, I'm not sure sex on the beach holds the same merit."

"Are you really gonna do this right before I leave?" Olivia whined, her shoulders slumping as she watched Monique pace around the room. "I'll be gone for almost a week and I really don't want an argument to be our last conversation before I go."

Monique stared at her for a moment before giving in. "Fine," she sighed, walking over to her best friend and wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. "But, you better call me at least once a day and bring me back some sort of fancy alcohol. In return, I'll keep your plants alive and I won't burn the apartment down."

"Deal," Olivia giggled, squeezing the hug tighter before hearing a knock at the door. "That's probably Skylar here to get my bags." she pulled back, resting her arms on Monique's shoulders. "I promise I'll be back soon. Have Alex over, enjoy some time alone together, and try not to miss me too much."

"Good morning, Miss Benson," Skylar greeted with his usual stoic and emotionless face as Olivia opened the door. He instinctively grabbed her bags and began carrying them towards the elevator. Whoever said chivalry was dead?"

The ride down to the lobby was awkwardly silent, but it always was. She had never really had a conversation with Skylar before, nothing more than a few short syllables exchanged between the two of them. She'd always wondered about the man; who was he and why did Elliot trust him with his life and hers? She often questioned what was going on in his silent mind as well. Why did he follow every one of Elliot's whims?

"I'm sorry if El— Mr. Stabler made you come all the way up. I could've taken my bags down, I think he just likes to add the flourish." Olivia whispered, trying to break the tension.

"It's not a problem at all, Miss Benson. That's what I'm here for." the man answered, his jaw just as squared and the tension still just as terrifying. He scared her and comforted her at the same time, it was quite odd, actually. Only Elliot had been able to do that except Elliot was the only one who added the arousal with it.

Skylar wasn't her type. He looked a little like Elliot — maybe 20 years ago. He lacked the authoritarian energy that Elliot had seemed to embody with perfection and ease. Whereas Skylar was simply that of a body meant to be used as a shield. He always looked battlefield-trained, eyes alert and focused on the things that normal people wouldn't blink twice at.

Reading him was futile, and it gave her a headache. As soon as the elevator dinged, she stepped out and could see Elliot outside through the lobby's glass doors. He was smiling, his shoulders spread apart as his hands folded behind his back. That fucking smirk, she couldn't help but laugh as she charged towards the door.

"Ready for paradise?" he asked, slowly stepping away from where his back was pressed against the black SUV. His arms extended outward to catch her as her pace picked up into a full-fledged run.

She giggled as she jumped into his arms, immediately being caught with his fingers digging into the backs of her thighs. Her forehead rested against his as she kissed him, her smile still pasted onto her lips. She pulled away as he set her down. "Don't make me say something cheesy like 'it's always paradise with you' because neither of us wants that."

She palmed his chest as he pulled her in, admiring her and the tight black dress that hugged her curves. Skylar was loading the luggage in the back of the vehicle, following his training to completely ignore whatever questionable behavior his boss was acting on with an assistant. "Last look at the city before it's all villas and beaches."

"It's a work trip, Mr. Stabler," she whispered in a seductively teasing voice, patting his chest. "Or is that some code for sexcapades that I didn't get the memo about?"

"All work and no play makes Elliot a dull boy," he quoted, opening the back passenger door of the SUV for her. She giggled as she climbed into the back seat, smiling from ear to ear as he winked at her.

Monique had a point. This was… beyond what she had signed up for the day she put her application in at SE. Even though parts of her consciousness screamed at her about how wrong this was, the thrill from her spine to her fingertips had become addictive.

It was the first time she had ever arrived at the airport and surpassed security, with Skylar driving them directly to the tarmac. As soon as she looked up, she'd spotted it. Through the tinted windows of the vehicle, she could see the matte, dark grey jet with the staircase down.

"Holy shit," she mumbled. On the wings, she could see the Stabler Enterprises logo in a glaring white color. When she looked over at Elliot, she couldn't help but to laugh at his shit-eating grin. He was such a damn show-off.

"Our chariot awaits." he chuckled. As the SUV came to a stop, he jumped out and rushed to open her door for her. Her eyes immediately trailed upward at the massive size of the plane. It was larger in person, that much was for sure.

Elliot wandered over to greet the pilot as Skylar unloaded their bags from the back. It was easy to forget that there were two sides of Elliot. Most of the time, she saw the relaxed, normal man who was underneath all of the money and success. Then, as soon as this side showed, it was almost just as shocking as the first time.

She stared at the jet, eyes helpless wide. All of this, it was all his. The thought of that made her brain feel like it was going to explode. The cars, the homes, the massive freaking plane she was standing under. She couldn't stop herself from wondering how the hell he came off as so normal to her at times.

"Ready?" he asked, breaking her from her reverie. His fingertips ghosted against her upper arm and she felt her breath shiver. Her eyes finally found his as she nodded breathlessly.

As she headed towards the steps, she turned her head and saw Skylar beginning to drive away. "He's not coming? I thought he was your security detail?" She wasn't sure why it made her nervous, but the more that she thought about it, the more she remembered just how much of a lingering presence the man was.

"No, I have someone on staff for that in Santorini." he answered, his hand on her back as he ushered her towards the staircase. "It's easier that way."

When she reached the top of the steps and made her way into the jet, she physically stopped her jaw from falling. The spacious area was unlike anything she had ever seen. Instead of rows of seats, the setup was more of a sitting area rather than a commercial plane. The walls and seating were grey tones, ranging from white to matte black. Two black leather seats sat side by side, accompanied by a bottle of champagne on the tabletop.

She reminded herself to keep moving and stop gawking, they were on a schedule and she didn't want to hold them back. Across from their assumed seats was a TV with the SE logo spinning playfully on the screen.

"It's sort of… a lot." he mumbled with a small laugh.

"Sorta, yeah," the breathlessness was more prevalent this time. She tried to shake it off, moving forward to sit in her seat and get comfortable. The best she could do was try to stuff down the almost star-struck sense of awe. She knew he liked when she became amazed at something about him, and she didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Buckle up, it's a long ride." he said, sliding into the adjoining seat beside her. He grabbed the bottle of champagne from the table and the two flutes, pouring a glass for her and then himself.

She could see the smirk he was trying to hide and she wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss it off of him or slap it off of him. Instead, she wordlessly clinked her glass against his as the engines began to roar to life. "You're a bit of a showoff, you know that right?"

His teeth sparkled as he laughed. "Yeah, I've been told." he took a sip from the glass before setting it back down. "We can fly back coach if you'd prefer that."

She rolled her eyes, harmlessly elbowing him in the arm. "You, in coach? Esquire would have a field day with that one, Stabler." she laughed into her drink, letting the carbonation prickle against her tongue.

A few hours into the flight and things were mostly quiet. Olivia mindlessly flipped through a magazine as the TVs in front of them played a calming fireplace. She had fallen asleep after the first hour, her head lolling over to rest on his shoulder. He had been just about ready to offer her a pillow before he realized that it was much more preferable with her slumbering peacefully against him. Neither of them had spoken about it when she had woken up, allowing themselves to just enjoy it.

He pushed up the armrest that divided their seats, giving him room to reach over and dip his hands between her legs."Elliot, we can't. Not here." she groaned under her breath, feeling his fingers dance along her thighs. She was wide awake now, and the magazine she was thumbing through was in the back of her mind.

"Yes we can." he said with a grin that would give the Cheshire cat a run for his money. "All of the flight attendants are behind those doors." he pointed at the partition in the front of the cabin. "They all signed NDA's anyway, so whatever they think they saw… they didn't."

"It's a bit alarming that you've had them sign those. How many women have been on this jet with you, Stabler?" she grimaced before gulping down the lump in her throat. His fingers were teasing the soft skin of her thighs, gaining momentum as they went closer to their target. They'd taken risks before, the bathroom at the office could account for that, but at least that had a locking door.

She wanted him, there was no point in telling herself otherwise.

"They signed them for business reasons. Sometimes, important conversations take place in these seats. Can't let competitors catch wind about that. It just so happens to also cover whatever they see." His fingers dipped further down between her and her head rolled back almost in slow motion. Her lips parted and for a brief second, he wondered if she would cry out for him. Instead, a wispy breath and nothing else escaped her lungs.

She gripped the aisle seat's armrest while her other arm snaked around his shoulder for support. A pained expression took over her face as she tried to suppress any impending noises that could slip. His fingers slid through the evidence of her arousal, gathering the wetness before rubbing it on her clit.

"I think it's been far too long since you've cum on my fingers, don't you think?" he whispered cooly in her ear. He was a bastard. An arrogant, impulsive, cocky, son of a bitch bastard with a touch that could instantly demolish her resolve. Every curve and contour of his movements were perfectly harmonized with what she needed, as if he had spent hours planning the exact movements of his fingertips and where they would go. Arrogant, yes. But nobody could ever say he lacked the true talent of making her quiver.

She bit down on her bottom lip, fully throwing her care for the effect it had on him to the wind. One digit slipped between her folds and she could hear him sigh at her tightness. Still maintaining his collected demeanor, he stroked the finger in and out of her.

"Elliot," she whined almost inaudibly. He knew it was only the warning shot as to what would become a babbling mess of pleas and cries. He was drinking up every moment of it and she knew it. Again, arrogant bastard. With his nice suits and expensive cars and private jets and fingers that would put the fabled God of lust, Eros, to shame.

"Yes, Olivia?" he answered with a smirk. "Was there something you wanted to say?" his breath was hot against her neck and she squirmed further. Before she could answer, a second finger filled her and she bit down on his shoulder. Her brows were furrowed together in full concentration, trying not to make a scene loud enough that the flight attendants would come running. "It seemed like there was something you wanted to say."

If there were any blood in her brain right now, she'd be calling him every name under the sun, but she was horribly out of touch with her thoughts. "More," she gulped, muttering the only word that came to her mind.

"More?" he asked with a chuckle. "But I thought we couldn't do this? That is what you said earlier, you know—" he paused, working a third finger into her. "When you send these mixed signals, it's very hard to read."

When his fingers curled, she saw either Jesus or the back of her eyelids, or possibly both. She was high enough in the sky to reach Heaven, right? Her cries muffled into his shoulder as she buried her head in his neck. She was fading fast, much faster than she wanted to admit and yet, there he was, almost completely unaffected.

"Fuck you, Elliot." she bit the words out cruelly as he continued to sweep his fingers upwards, electrifying her spine with every movement.

"Fuck you or fuck me? You're gonna have to repeat yourself, I didn't quite catch that. I mean, the engines on this thing are pretty loud, wouldn't you say?" he grinned once more, rapidly jittering his fingers inside of her for a moment until she moaned unintentionally. "Turbulence, I guess."

She choked on a sob as his fingers began moving more languidly in and out of her. He didn't need to feel her wetness to know it was there, he could practically hear it. He liked this side of her, he always had. She always became somewhat unpredictable — if she wasn't already unpredictable. He wasn't sure if she'd cum right then and there or say fuck all to her fears of being caught and ride him right in the seat.

The arm that wasn't straining to fill her with his fingers was maneuvered to her chin. "Look at me," he demanded in a low whisper as he guided her up to look at him. "Olivia, open 'em. Look at me." Two of his fingers were pinching her chin and three were stroking every raw nerve ending in her core. Somehow, she'd managed to lift her lids just enough to see the devilish look on his face. "Good girl." he leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.

She was putty in his hands and nothing else. If that's all she ever was for the rest of her life, so be it. She wasn't going to think about how his dominance over her with a single small action could set her on fire. She also wasn't going to think about how her body automatically responded with something as simple as a praise because how goddamn embarrassing that was.

Her breath came in uneven puffs and she poured all of her concentration into the feeling of him and his fingers. It was beyond surreal and she feared it would become a dream she would wake up from. They were on a private jet to Santorini and businessman extraordinaire, Elliot Stabler had his fingers so far up inside her that he could feel her pulse.

Her hips started to move along with his fingers as she lifted herself just an inch off of the seat. Her eyelids felt like lead, completely unable to stay wide enough open to watch him work his magic. She wanted to cry and scream out but she knew the partitions separating the cabin from the stewardess quarters were thin. Instead, she settled for whimpering moans and sharp inhales.

"God, you look beautiful right now." He muttered, his own arousal apparent in his voice. "Open your eyes and look down, Olivia. Look down and watch my fingers slide in and out of you."

She bit her lip once more with a defiant shake of her head.

"Look down," he repeated with just the slightest bit more of a bite in his words.

She gulped as hard as she could before forcing her eyes open. Her head bent enough to see the way he'd pulled aside the black dress and matching thong. She watched his fingers disappear inside of her with a thrust, completely unaware of why it brought her to such a high point of arousal.

Elliot Stabler's fingers were enveloped inside of her. Maybe that was why.

Her head lolled against her shoulder as she kept her eyes open. She could see the glistening wetness that covered the digits. Her control over her actions was slipping faster than she'd ever like to admit, and the sight was far too much for her to handle.

"Elliot," she warned, refusing to take her eyes off of his ministrations. She wasn't sure of what his next move was or what he would direct her to do. Did he even want her to cum? He always seemed to find thrill in making her wait.

"Nobody is stopping you, Liv." he grinned, his words as warm as honey. "It's just you and the magic."

The calloused pads of his fingers were pushing all of the right pressure in all of the right places and her control was damn near gone. His thumb pressed against the edges of her clit, swapping out a new sensation every few moments as he changed directions.

He lifted himself out of the seat, towering over her without letting his hand leave her body. Before she had a moment to let out a building moan, his lips were on hers with the ferocity that she craved.

She thanked God that there was enough room for him to kneel in front of her. Goddamnit, him hovering over her was far too much. His movements became more skilled and detailed given his new trajectory. He was on his feet, leaning down and craning his shoulder as his pace sped up.

She was tempted to rip off the crisp white shirt that covered his torso, but her body was barely responding as it were. "I'm close," she heard herself whisper.

"Well, the seats are leather so don't worry too much." he chuckled. Pompous, arrogant, goddamn heathen, she thought to herself. When her eyes opened once more, she saw the shades of darkness in his irises, interwoven with the hues of blue. Cocky smirk, just as she expected. He enjoyed this and she couldn't decide if that was a horrid side effect of his ego or just downright unbearably sexy.

It took one turbulent for her to come undone. Just one small shake of the plane, his fingers curling one last time and she was done for. A low and deep sob erupted from her chest as her jaw fell as far as it could drop. Maybe it was the air pressure or just the overwhelming presence of him over her and inside of her, but the sheer force of her orgasm was nearly enough to stop her heart from beating. She had reached up from her iron-clad grip on the armrest and grabbed at his shirt, twisting it in her clasp.

Her legs shivered as the high only went higher. His fingers didn't stop moving even as her body tensed, and she knew the sadistic side of him liked watching her go from the perfect orgasm to the slightest bit of overstimulation.

She somehow managed to look downward, seeing the dribbles of her wetness beading down his fingers. Her breath was far from returning despite him slowly slipping out of her and sitting back down in his seat.

As she fought to calm herself, his other hand reached over for her chin, directing her to watch as he licked her orgasm off of his digits. His eyes never left hers as his tongue dragged along, playfully licking away any evidence of what had just transpired.

She stared at him in disbelief, finally finding a steady rhythm in her breathing once more.

"I told you, it's been far too long since you've cum on my fingers." he smiled, pulling her into a deep kiss so she could taste on his lips just how perfect she was to him.

When they stepped on the tarmac in Greece, she wanted to kiss the ground. Yes, the plane was lovely and yes, it was luxurious, but comfortable? Not for 13 hours. Her legs wobbled down the steps as they walked out into the cool night air. It smelled different here, it smelled like sea salt. It chilled against her warm cheeks, the light wind brushing playfully through her hair.

Elliot was right behind her on the staircase, talking indistinctly to someone back at headquarters. As soon as they'd both reached the bottom, she'd spotted a man who seemed keen on talking to Elliot.

"You must be Christos," Elliot's voice boomed from behind her. He extended out an arm still covered in his navy blue jacket. She could hear the welcoming grin through his words alone as he shook hands with the stranger.

"Christos Andino, yes." the man smiled and nodded, shaking Elliot's hand in return. "I'm your security detail for your time here in Santorini. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Pleasure's all mine, whattaya say we get this tired little lady settled in the car?" Elliot's warm hands gripped softly on her shoulders and it nearly made her cry of how badly she wanted to fall asleep right there under his touch. "It's been a long ride."

"Absolutely, sir." he responded, leading them to a similar black SUV that had driven them to the airport in New York. The interior lights were like a shining beacon as she hoisted herself up into the vehicle and sank into the warmth of the seats.

Elliot leaned in the open space that was left from the door but didn't step inside. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna say thanks to the staff for getting us here safely." he whispered, kissing her gingerly on the forehead.

An egomaniac at times? Certainly. But, his manners did seem to stick out to her when it counted. He was — in short, a good man. He was kind and caring, and there was a gentleness about him that made her feel warm. Yes, he could be a cocky bastard, but he had his ways of making up for it and she was absolutely not in love with him because that would be insane. Right? Even though she felt more at home with him lately more than she did in her own bed. Even though the only time she could ever feel her entire body relax to its deepest state was when he carried her in his arms like a bride. Even when his smile was the only light after a long day and still that was enough.

It would be insane to love a man who made her feel as if she were the reason the sun shined, with or without material items, right?

Right?

That was the last lingering thought before sleep overpowered her.

The drive to his villa was quiet. Through the tinted windows, he watched the scenery pass them by. Olivia was sound asleep on his shoulder once more, her breathing coming in quiet and soft puffs. Every few minutes, he would look back down to see the long black lashes flutter against her cheeks. A smile would become inevitable and he'd look back out to the skyline once again.

Lights from homes blinked and flickered as the car strode beside them. Blue lights glowed and reflected off of the homes as their backlit pools stood out the strongest. Orange spotlights were embedded in the mountainside, casting an unusually beautiful array of bliss along the homes.

He wished she was awake to see it, but her exhaustion had become clear towards the end of the plane ride, and she needed sleep. She looked peaceful, he mentally noted. His free arm lifted to brush a strand of dark hair out of her face.

He'd told himself it was a business trip.

Both of them had known that was a lie.

He could do things that would consider it a work trip, of course. He could visit the Greece headquarters of SE, he could visit the warehouses. He could walk around and meet the locals, spotting room for new and innovative products that could change lives. He could do it all and call it whatever he wanted, but he knew that it was more than that.

With her, goddamnit, it was always more than that.

He yearned to show her the parts of the world that he had the privilege of seeing. Not because she couldn't see them herself, he knew that she would always find a way. But rather, to see the excitement in her eyes and hope that it would never leave. He knew in his heart that she was bound for success and nothing would ever hold her back from seeing the things he saw someday. Though, he wanted her to see them now; with him.

He believed in her.

It wasn't the ugly situation it could've been. She wasn't a suck-up to him and he wasn't grooming her with luxury just to get in her pants. Most of the time, she barely batted an eye at the style of his world. That always impressed him. As if, somehow, in the armour of his success, she had been the only crack.

It was a welcomed crack in his shell. When he had built his business and became who he was, he had feared there would never be another person on Earth who could see through it and instead see him. Then, there she was, drooling just a little bit on his shoulder as she slept.

He believed that she was destined for an amazing life, with or without him. Most people would've heard that and held onto it with an ironclad grip, but she knew it too. She didn't need him to be the one to tell her that she had the power to make her biggest dreams come true.

He admired the Island once more, and its astounding beauty.

They rolled into a villa that was familiar only to him, headlights shining against the white exterior of the home. Liv was still dead to the world and peaceful against him. The idea of waking her hurt deep in his chest and he wasn't sure why. "Liv, we're here," he whispered, watching her stir awake quietly.

She blinked, looking around the cab of the car before nodding at him. Her fists rubbed her eyes as she reached for the door handle.

Elliot climbed out of the car to follow Christos to the trunk. "I'm gonna grab her back and get her settled in first," he said to the man, hauling out Olivia's suitcase. She was standing off to the side, wobbling in her heels as she tried to remain upright.

"Not a problem, sir. I'll unload the rest while you get comfortable." Christos smiled at him, watching him guide Olivia into the villa with a hand on her back. Over his shoulder, he could hear Elliot speak under his breath to Olivia.

"Your pajamas are on the top inside of the suitcase, right? Alright, we'll get you comfy, don't worry."

Christos waited until the two of them were out of earshot before reaching for his phone in his pocket. With a wary eye set on the villa, he dialed an unlisted number from the previous call logs.

"Are they there?" the raspy voice on the other line asked without greeting.

"They're inside now, I'm outside unloading the luggage," he answered, hauling Elliot's suitcase out of the back hatch. "I'm staying in the adjoining villa, so the task at hand shouldn't be too difficult."

"I want pictures, Ardino. Video too, any physical proof. I don't care if you have to camouflage yourself in the fucking shrubs, you get me impenetrable evidence of misconduct. Understood?" the man ordered with a demanding tone.

Christos took one more glance towards the villa, seeing the silhouette of Elliot lifting Olivia's shirt through the window. "Copy that."