"Oh damn it." Liz exclaimed, before grabbing Red's collar and pulling him to her until their lips connected in a frenzied kiss. Whilst being pulled, Red emitted a startled sound and his eyes widened before he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back forcefully. Liz smiled at him taking control, which was so characteristic of the Concierge of Crime, but decided to challenge his dominance and started to run her hands down his chest, heading towards his belt buckle.
It had all been too much for Liz. Having to sit there and listen to Red talking about the Blacklister they had just caught whilst his eyes stared into hers intensely and his hands made slight, subtle gestures, which made his fingers graze her thigh occasionally. Liz was supposed to hate him; the man had killed Sam for Christ's sake! But sitting there, watching him, after having witnessed him confidently shoot down their enemy earlier and effectively saving her life, had made Liz weaker than she usually was and her normal hidden desire for him had spiralled to the surface, making her act impulsively on her craving.
As Red felt Liz's hands brush his now hardening- member through his pants, he frantically started to undress her, desperate to feel her skin underneath his palms. Thank god, Red thought briefly, he'd decided to meet Liz in the privacy of her motel room.
Ten minutes later, Liz collapsed on top of Red, both of them breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes.
"Oh God, what have we done?!" Liz exclaimed, as the rush of desire began to wear off and the full implications of her actions began to sink in. She was a federal agent, whose highest priority was her career, and having sex with the FBI's 4th Most Wanted Criminal was definitely a sackable offense, immunity deal be damned. Cooper would have her head and her reputation would go well and truly through the mud. Instantly she started to pull away from Red's arms, despite her desire to cling to him, and she immediately ran to the bathroom, avoiding eye contact with the tantalizing man currently in her bed.
While Liz splashed cold water on her face, Red replayed the last few moments in his mind. While he had loved what had happened between them, not only because it was the single most intense and pleasurable sex he had ever experienced in his life but also because it proved Liz's attraction to him, he also had to admit to himself that it could cause huge problems. Liz was the single most important thing in his life, and he could not afford to risk her life any more than it already was. Starting a relationship with her would be extremely dangerous and however much he hated it, he had to admit that he could not fully protect her from his enemies, whom no doubt would try and use her to get to him if they knew he was in a relationship with her. Normally Red was in complete control of all situations and would never have taken Lizzie's kiss as far as it had gone, but the arousal she had stirred within him as he had noticed her widening pupils as well as the feel of her hands on the most sensitive part of him, just as he had dreamt of, had caused his inhibitions to run and hide and his desire to be inside of her to take over. No, Reddington decided, this has to end here. Liz, staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, decided the same thing. So, as Liz came out of the bathroom with a dressing gown wrapped around her she lifted her eyes to see Red fully dressed, placing his fedora on top of his head and reaching for the door handle.
"Where are you going?" Liz asked, hurt at his planned sudden departure.
"Dembe rang. He's outside because I have an important meeting to get to…" Red drew off, looking at his feet for a few seconds, "I have to go Lizzie."
"It's fine Red, I'll see you on Monday at the Post Office, right?" Liz said, having also gathered herself together and starting to build walls up around the hurt that he had caused. Inside her head, Liz processed Red's hurry to leave and came to the conclusion that his apparent attraction to her had been just that, nothing more. He obviously didn't care about her beyond maybe a friend whom he also found attractive. Liz tried to tell herself that this was a good thing, something she wanted, but as she heard his car drive away from the motel she couldn't help wishing he was back in her bed, pressed up against her, as she ran her fingers through his chest hair lightly.