Liz's plans for a relaxing night in with friends get disrupted when Red appears.
This is my first attempt at writing a fic so apologies if its terrible.
I own nothing, just borrowing these characters.
As Liz went to grab another bottle of wine from her kitchen the door bell rang.
"I'll get it guys." She yelling back to her two guest in her living room.
She was finally having a long over due catch up with her old college friends, Andi and were in town for the weekend, with Liz's hectic schedule the girls decided it was best to stay in a hotel then meet up for a "girls night" at her place. So wine, pizza and a long night of gossiping was in store.
She opened the door while rummaging through her purse for change."Hey, talk about service, that was fast, so how much do I owe you."
"Hello Lizzie. Oh sweetheart I certainly wouldn't charge you for my services, which ever ones you require."
Liz slowly raised her head and made eye contact with a very the smug face of Raymond Reddington. Just my luck she thought.
"Red... I thought you were out of town ... what... why are you here?" She suddenly became very aware of her attire. Yes answering the door in a tank top and sleep pants was not a good idea.
"Am I interrupting something?" Red eyed her up and down.
"No... what do you want Red?" Liz tried to reach behind her door to grab a sweat shirt but with no luck.
"Come now Lizzie, surely you don't speak to all your visitors and friends in that manner." Forming a wounded look while placing his hand over his heart.
"Seriously Red, what are you doing here? You said you were going to be out of town for the weekend." Exasperation beginning to show.
"So I am interrupting something" A smug grin appearing on his face. Never one to miss an opportunity to rile Lizzie.
"A date maybe? Is that it?" He said. "Why Lizzie are you entertaining a young suitor this evening? Have I barged in on a possible date? Is that it?" He tried to peer into her hallway but to no avail, Liz blocked his path.
She knew she shouldn't rise to the bait but the man had a way of knowing which buttons to push and when to do it.
"Oh for God sake, no, no I'm not on a date and yes I'm entertaining." She tried desperately to shut the conversation down.
Leaning against the door frame with his arms folded Red continued "Well now I'm intrigued."
"Red, can you please tell me what this about because I'd like to get back to my relaxing evening, the one and only evening I've had off in ages." Surely he would take sympathy on her then leave, oh if only that were true she thought.
Just then her pizza delivery arrived, Red ever the gentleman relieved the boy of the boxes, seeing his chance while Liz was yet again distracted he slipped into her hallway and headed in the direction of what he suspected was her kitchen.
"Damn it Red what are you doing?" Liz trying to keep her voice down was in pursuit.
"I'm being helpful dear. Now where should I place these? Kitchen? Or should I just bring them to your guest?" He made to back track to her living room but Liz halted his progress by quickly ushering him in to her kitchen.
"Now Lizzie you are being just a tad rude if I may say. But the man handling I can approve of if you wish to continue." She had practically shoved Red into the kitchen area while closing the door.
"Tell me darling are you this playful with your guest in there or do you keep that pleasure for only me." He started opening the boxes he had placed on the counter top to inspect her purchases.
Slapping his hand away from the food she positing herself in front of the counter with her arms folded over her chest while giving him her best no nonsense glare.
Rubbing his hand where she slapped it he leaned towards her slowly with mischievous glint in his eyes he began invading her personal space.
"Yes, indeed, I do like this new, mmm, let call it forcefully tactile side of you Lizzie. It is quite charming." With each step he had effectively trapped her between his body and the counter.
Liz became very aware of her mistake, with just inches between them and the intoxicating aroma of his natural scent with the added allure of his custom cologne she was losing track of time.
"Lizzie you seem flushed, are you feeling unwell? Should I perhaps dispense with your guest in there for the evening? Then I can help you to bed. What do you think dear?" He began to trace his finger tips up her arm, along her collar bone to her soft cheek.
All the while Liz's breathing quickened, she could only see his lips and feel his fingers trail they're way along her body. Oh this man was too much.
"Maybe I should take you temperature dear?" Leaning in he gently placed his lips against her forehead, then her cheek.
"Mmm yes, you do seem to be getting some what... warmish." He voice had dropped to a gravelly whisper.
"Red.. wha... what are you doing." Liz's breath hitched.
She steadied herself by placing one hand on the counter top behind her and the other treacherous one found its way to his waist.
"Lizzie do pay attention, I'm taking your temperature." He hummed.
"Ah.. right, I've never had it taken tha..." She couldn't focus.
"Shh darling, I promise I'll be gentle." He lowered his lips, his nose brushed against hers, just a whisper away from finally living out a fantasy of his.
Liz closed her eyes. Was this going to happen? Was this real? If its wasn't then God help anyone who dare wake her before she has the chance to feel his lips on hers.
"Red, may... maybe we shouldn't..." She released an involuntary moan.
"Oh we should, we most certainly should." He managed to mumble.
"Lizzie Bee! What are you doing in there? Do you need a hand hon?" The voice of Andi floated into the room breaking the spell she was under.
"Ah hell." Red dropped his head to her shoulder.
"Damn, I forgot" She mumbled "I... just am... yes... YES... NO, NO, I'LL BE RIGHT OUT" Liz put as much distance between her and Red as she possible could in the small confines of her kitchen.
What the hell was happening. How did she go from being annoyed with him to then almost making out with him and when the hell did it get so warm in here.
She poured a glass of water, gulped it down to try to steady her nerves. Turning she saw Red leaning against the counter where she previously stood.
"A slumber party, Lizzie. Why didn't you say! I would have dressed more appropriately." He toyed with the button on his vest. Oh I haven't been to a slumber in years, not since Dellie Carter snuck me in through her sister bedroom window when I was 15. Oh my the fun we had. You know she was part of the swim team, the girl could wear anything or well nothing as I found out..." Red story was interrupted by Liz slamming the glass down on the sink.
"That is it, out, out, go get out now." Grabbing his arm then dragged him towards the hall.
"Really Lizzie, you're not going to let me stay! I'm a dab hand at braiding and I give the most exquisite foot massages." At this Liz practically propelled him through her hallway to the front door.
Unfortunately just at that moment Andi and Nessa opened the living room door to see what the fuss was.
"Well hello ladies, Lizzie didn't tell me she had such radiant guests tonight" Red turned on the charm, of course Liz knew Andi and Nessa didn't stand a chance.
"Lizzie Bee who is your friend and why on earth are throwing him out?" Nessa was taking a good look at Red.
Yes a man in a three piece suit was eye candy that could not be ignored and most certainly not every man could wear it like this guy.
"Yes Lizzie Bee you should introduce me to these charming ladies." Red grinned as he turned to Liz.
"Great, just great now that name is going to stick." She mumbled to herself.
"Andi, Nessa this is Red...I mean Raymond. We ... ah ... work together. Red... Raymond this is Andi and Nessa, we were in college together. Ok introductions over. So that's it, ok .. now.. he is extremely busy, so I don't want to delay him." Hoping he would take the hint, oh please take the hint Red her eyes pleaded with him.
"Oh Lizzie, I can always make time to spend in the company of beautiful ladies. It is a pleasure to you meet you both. Now tell me do you have any devilishly embarrassing stories about our Lizzie Bee here." Taking both ladies arms in his he made his way to the couch. His eyes lighting up at thought of the evening ahead. Throwing a mischievous grin over his shoulder he caught Liz's glare, oh if looks could kill he was practically dead and buried but not before he had a little fun first, he threw her a wink and listen carefully as the flood gates opened.
"Oh this is going to be a long night." Liz shook her head in defeat.