Hello guys, this is my second fic (Blame this horrible hiatus for it ). I had no beta to this fic so all grammar mistakes are mine xp. It's gonna be basically a collection of drabbles, using all the beautiful lines ever said by Raymond Reddington or Elizabeth Keen. So, if you like it, you know what you have to do , right? If you don't, let me know too ;) Anyway, happy reading.


"When you love someone, you have no control"

That Raymond Reddington would go through hell and under yet, walk through the flames of that damned place and sell his soul to the devil himself for her, no one close enough to him would doubt it. He'd already lost his heart to her and she didn't even know it. Elizabeth wasn't aware of the fact that she had his heart in her hands, a resilient, stubborn organ that gave itself to her without his mind's consent. After fighting beat by beat with it, he knew it was a long lost battle. He was proud though, that he still had control over his own desire for her.

"That is what love is. Being powerless."

Raymond was aware of his own words. They were the reason why he was afraid of himself, because he didn't know for how long he'd be able to hide it. The love. The hunger he felt for her. But he'd fight it, and while days became weeks and weeks became months, Raymond Reddington thought he could do it for a few months more. Silly him.

Because now? Now her taste was all he could think off. Heavy and sweet. Soft, full lips pressed to his, her tongue caressing his own, hot, demanding. Her body pressed to his, their bodies connected in all the right places. Oh, and how they fit together. It was a cliché, yes, but it was the truth. He moaned, one hand on her slim waist and the other on her beautiful longer hair. She was drinking her fill and he let her. Her hands holding him tight on his neck and left shoulder, sucking on his tongue. It was sweet torture but he wouldn't ask for her mercy. Raymond Reddington didn't deserve anything that Elizabeth keen could give or offer.

But Lizzie was here, in his arms, asking him to give all the pretense and control up and if it was what she wanted, he'd give to her. Bitting her lower lip, just to hear her moan in return, Red couldn't help but open his eyes and look at her, eyes closed, lips parted, face flushed. She was his at this moment. But he couldn't help, he needed to ask.

- "Are you sure that this is what you want, Elizabeth?" - Her body trembled in his arms, head pending to the left, almost touching his shoulder, her delicate neck free for the caress of his lips. She couldn't control her body's reaction, not after hearing him. His husky,rich voice reaching places inside her, making Lizzie need him like no other man she'd ever met. This man always did things to her that she couldn't understand. She tried but she gave up, so she gave in instead, letting him take her wherever he wanted, just so she could see if she'd find herself along the way.

- "This is not about what I want Red. Want has nothing to do with it. The feeling of wanting something is so brief. No, this is about what I need. And I need you". - His heart missed a beat. That was something he so wished to hear. His wishes sometimes were like ones of a child, because some of them made him feel like a naive fool. He needed to know if what she need was exactly what he needed from her too.

-" And what, exactly, you need from me, sweetheart?"- His lips paying their tribute to the soft skin of her neck, his teeth marking her as his. His breath burning her.

- "Everything. Everything you can give me. No more lies, no more secrets. I don't want devotion , Red, I'm not a saint. I'm not pure. I wanna be your equal. Treat me like one."- She waited. Counting her heartbeats. Desire running through her veins. Come on, Red. Tell me.

-"In this moment, I give you my word. You have me. All of me. Let me show you that I never thought that you were less, Elizabeth, less than my equal in this war we're fighting"- Closing his eyes, coming back for more of her taste, he let himself be whole with her. They both deserved a lit bit of hapiness, right? And maybe, when this war is finally over, Raymond Reddington and Elizabeth Keen could have a second chance in life;a real one.

Meanwhile, they would enjoy this little moment of peace, in one of many safe houses they've been for the past 14 months, in the middle of nowhere, Germany. May that cold night, full of stars, grant them their wishes.