AN: This was supposed to be a smutty story. It is going to be smutty, but somehow angst managed to get in between. I hope you'll enjoy. Rated M for a reason. Huge thank you goes to jadenanne7 for beta-ing. Thanks for your message last night. I laughed so hard that pain shit through my body ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own TBL

In Over Her Head (or just madly in love?)

Chp. 1

He knew exactly that as soon as he lowered his voice and talked directly into her ear, he could persuade her to do anything. He enjoyed seeing how flustered she had gotten when he had whispered that obscenity. From the way her body was reacting, he knew that she had only played the act of being disgusted by his actions.

Now, with her legs wrapped around his waist, as he showed her just how much he wanted her, he could feel her trembling, her body's natural reaction to his sweet assault.

He moved his hips slowly back and forth, creating a steady rhythm that made her moan and buck against him. She was more than beautiful at that moment, with her pony tail all messed up so a few loose strands were ghosting over her face with every thrust, a light shade of rose tinting her cheeks, and her bare chest with those pronounced clavicles glistening with sweat.

He dropped his head and let his tongue trail a wet path in the valley of her breasts, touching her, tasting her. The noises she was making spurred him on, making him want to go deeper, harder, faster, but at the same time making him want to drag this out as long as possible. She was already clenching around him, hard, and he was sure that it was only a matter of minutes before she'd climax. He would be the one making her climax. He had always been a little possessive when it came to her, so knowing that he would be the one making her lose control was wonderfully satisfying.

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Apparently sleeping with him hadn't been as far from her thoughts as he had first estimated. After he had rolled off her, laying on his back next to her, she had quietly shuffled her form to where he was lying, only shy of touching his body. Maybe she had even thought he wouldn't have noticed, but he had, of course he had. He stretched out his right arm and put it over her waist, pulling her into his left side and tucking his free arm under her body, curling it around her back. If she wanted to cuddle after this hot encounter, he surely wouldn't say no. He loved the feeling of her warm skin against his, the smell of her hair as he buried his nose in it.

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They had gotten together like that on more than one occasion. Most of the time she would come to him after the case was over, when she needed to unwind and just lose herself in his touch. Sometimes, when they were alone and he felt like it, he would push her up against a door or bend her over a desk or table and just have his way with her, making her forget about anything and everything. And she would let him. She hadn't been paid much attention to since her marriage had ended, hell, even before that. She couldn't do it. Even thinking about that one time after they had renewed her vows, when Tom had told her they were newlyweds, she almost puked. She couldn't do this kind of stuff if she wasn't emotionally involved. Right now she was. She could feel it deep inside her, the little tug on her heart strings whenever he was around, whenever she saw his name on her caller ID, whenever she smelled him on herself. That man turned her on like no one else. It was crazy. No one could ever know. But she couldn't stop. He was her addiction, and oh, such a sweet addiction he was.

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She took the duffel bag from the trunk of her car before slamming it shut and making her way to his front door. It had been a week since she had last seen him. She was more than excited to see him, more than excited to touch him, kiss him, make love with him... She knocked once and the door opened, revealing Dembe.

"Agent Keen, what are you doing here?" he asked. Clearly he hadn't counted on her coming tonight.

"Dembe, first of all, it's Liz. Secondly, is he here?" She smiled at the bodyguard. She liked Dembe a lot. He was easy going and such a nice person if you got to know him. She could easily see herself becoming friends with the man.

The tall man looked over his shoulder. "I don't think now is the right time, Liz." He hadn't even turned back towards her as she side stepped him and walked into the house. "Liz, wait."

"I know where to find him, thanks, Dembe." She ignored his pleading and went to search for the man responsible for that beautiful aching in her heart.

She stepped into the huge living room and stopped dead in her track. Some blonde bimbo was sitting on Red's lap, toying with the buttons of his nearly undone dress shirt. Liz dropped her duffel in shock, her mouth slightly opened.

Both Red and the other woman looked in her direction. "Lizzie, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

How could he even look her in the eye? She took a deep breath, unwilling to lose it in front of that bitch. "I need to talk to you." He raised his brows, motioning with his hand for her to continue. "Alone."

"The woman has a horrible timing," he told the lady in his lap, helping her climb off him, before standing up from the couch and straightening his jacket.

Liz didn't wait as she lead the way towards the library, expecting him to follow. Red closed the door behind him and came to a stop in front of her. "What can I do for you, Sweetheart?"

"Are you kidding me?!" The FBI agent exclaimed.

"What seems to be the problem, Lizzie? Did something happen?" He looked curiously at her.

She had to refrain from pummeling him to the floor at that moment. "Are you trying to piss me off? Because now really isn't the right time for this."

He cocked his head to the side. "Why don't you just tell me what you wanted to tell me?" He went over to the bar and poured himself a drink. He didn't bother offering her one, she would've refused anyway.

"Are you screwing her?"

"Oh, Sally, you mean. I'm sorry, did that embarrass you? I did tell Dembe to not disturb us."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was he even trying to justify his actions? "So you just admit that I caught you cheating?"

Red frowned. "Cheating? Who would I be cheating on in your opinion?" When she didn't answer, realization dawned him. "Did you think that... You're a federal agent with the FBI. I'm a wanted criminal. Just where did this fit into your imagination?"

She could feel her throat closing up and had to swallow hard. "But we..."

"Fucked." he continued for her. "It's called casual sex, Lizzie. I'm sure you've heard of it." He took a sip of his drink.

There were tears pricking at the back of her eyes, she could feel the burning sensation, but refused to give in. She would not let him see just how much he was hurting her. "I thought that -"

"What?" he interrupted. "That just because I bent you over a desk and screwed you I would marry you?" he asked with a laugh.

His laughter was short lived as Liz slapped his face with everything she had. The sound of flesh hitting flesh bounced off the walls and some of the scotch in his glass sloshed over the rim, the golden liquid moistening his hand.

She stormed past him and he tried to grab her arm. "Lizzie," he called after her, but she didn't stop. Wouldn't. She was done with him. This time for good.

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Liz couldn't remember how she had gotten home at all. She broke down the second she closed the door behind her, sliding down the wall with a loud sob. Oh how she wished for Hudson to be still alive. She had loved the little mutt and missed him dearly. It had broken her heart when she had taken him to the vet to have him put down. But his illness had been too much for him to handle.

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, but didn't bother checking. There was no one she wanted to talk to anyway. Hours must have passed since she had slid down her wall. It was dark outside and she hadn't switched on the lights, so she was pretty much sitting in the dark. The tears were still streaming down her checks. There was nothing she could do to stop them. It just hurt so damn much.

Her front door opened, but she didn't look up. If he dared to touch her, to even talk to her, she would shoot him.

"Liz?"

She looked up in surprise. It was Dembe crouching in front of her, a concerned look on his face.

"I brought your bag. You forgot it earlier," he said, gently touching her shoulder.

"Thank -" she cleared her throat. "Thank you, Dembe."

He gave her a smile. "Liz, I know this is probably not going to mean anything to you, but it is his loss. He's not worth your tears."

She wiped at her face. "I don't think I can do this anymore. The task force... all of it."

The bodyguard sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. "I know that you can't fathom the idea of seeing the old bastard ever again, but you've done a lot of good and that is all that should matter to you. Why don't you take the next two weeks off and I'll make sure that we will be busy for a couple of more weeks."

She looked up at the man. "You would do that?"

"Of course, Liz. It will give you some time to forget him. I'm sure you will find someone who'll be more than proud to call you his."

She snorted. "I think I'm done with men."

"You're too beautiful for that. Just give it some time."

Liz leaned closer and kissed his check. Couldn't she have fallen in love with him instead? "Thank you, Dembe. You're a good man."

He hugged her against his side for a moment and then stood, holding out his hand for her to take. "You'll be fine. If you need anything, just give me a call." The man smiled at her and then left the house.