A/N: hey remember that time when I wrote a super serious fic and not a porny oneshot? Great, no, me neither.
Lizzington AU where Red is merely some vagrant who wandered into her hotel room one night on his way to bed bath and beyond. i dont even know anymore. just take it.
It buzzed insistently from the phone on the glass coffee table, making the whole surface vibrate.
Red, sitting in a chair close by, leaned over to catch a glimpse of the caller. "Someone's popular." He turned his drink around, its ice cubes clinking.
"Not really, just late," Elizabeth said and managed to pull the tank top over her head before hurrying over to the phone. She had to lean forward to get it to her ear, the charger about as long as a toy boat. "Yeah?" she croaked.
"We're ready," Ressler said, somewhat sharply.
"I know, I'll be right down," she promised. Jumping at the feel of a hand on her thigh, she looked down. One of the prudent black clasps of her garter had come undone. She frowned at the man in the chair. His eyes were drinking her in, lapping her up. He still held the glass of whiskey in one hand.
"Don't," she wheezed, through clenched teeth.
"Sorry?" Ressler said, his annoyance audible.
Red slipped a finger under the hem of her stocking, and she could feel it sliding down her leg, slowly.
"I didn't mean you, there's an-, uh," she hopped to the left, trying to keep her distance to the man. "-stupid raccoon."
"Two minutes," Ressler grunted and hung up.
Sighing, she dropped the phone back onto the table, straightening out her back.
The elastic band of her panties was snapped back against her skin. Red, in disbelief, beside the her. "A raccoon?"
