a/n: These will be more like little drabbles from each episode. Each one will be of an erotic nature, so if that's not your thing, back away now.
I wish I owned Red and his dirty little mind, but I don't.
He waited patiently in his box at the bottom of the stairs, amused by his shackles and chains, amused that the FBI thought this could hold him, amused that in spite of his bonds…he was in charge. He waited patiently for his little savior, anxious to feel the rays of her light upon his face, eager to be filled with the memory of compassionate little fingers on his cheek, begging him to wake up…for visions of that sweet little girl that gave him so much…
The visions that assaulted his brain when the most stunning woman he'd ever laid eyes on glided down the stairs were jarring, to say the least.
He wanted her.
He wanted her writhing naked on his lap, making him moan in frustration as he tried desperately to free himself from his restraints and just touch her anywhere…everywhere…
He wanted her on the great seal of the FBI, bringing her to completion over and over again as they defiled the very institution he loathed.
He wanted her in every position imaginable, grinding and grabbing and sweating while he proved once and for all that she belonged to him…that she always had belonged to him.
The child was gone and he wanted the woman and that changed things.
Oh well. He was used to game changers.
"Agent Keen…what a pleasure."