I don't own The Blacklist and I don't make money with fanfiction.
Sooo, I have a problem :) I've had this idea of a conversation when Samar and Liz are drunk for a few weeks, and yesterday I saw that someone (Red needs his Lizzy) posted something like this...and I was like : NOOO! (Although I have to admit that the story is great)
Buuut: My idea is different because Red and Lizzie are already in a relationship in my fic and...well, just find out! I hope you don't hate me for posting this now!
Please read and review! (Rated T/M for language and adult themes.)
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Liz knew she would regret this the moment she was sitting at the bar with Samar. The both of them had already been a little tipsy after the Christmas party of the FBI was over, but still, they wanted to go out for a few more drinks to a bar. The rest of the task force had already left, and Red had told Liz that he would go home and wait for her, he had to get up early tomorrow for business. She had promised him to come home to the safe house they were staying in right now, and that she wouldn't drink too much. She was way too honest when she was drunk.
Now Liz and Samar were having another tequila and the inevitable happened when two women were drunk and no men were in sight: they started talking about those men.
"You know, Samar?"
"What?
By now, both of them were definitely more than a little tipsy...
"Have I ever told you how great it is to fuck Reddington?"
"You fuckin' him?" Samar asked, not really surprised.
"Yeah...it's...it's fantastic, you wouldn't believe it. I'm tellin' ya, you've never had better sex than I'm havin'."
"Really? What I'm doin' with my man is great, too."
"You sleepin' with someone? Who?"
"Don't tell anybody!" Samar giggled, she was looking down to her glass and smiled dreamily. "Aram."
"Ohhh, I knew it!" Liz almost shouted and threw her arms around Samar. It was weird; the two of them hadn't even been friends for a very long time, but now they were having the most intimate kind of girltalk.
"You did?"
"Sure! How is it!"
"Veeeeryyyy good. I gotta admit that it's a little too gentle and I..I like it, um, you know... rougher, but I know I can teach him how I like it..." Samar trailed off. "Tell me about Reddington. Everyone talks about the two of you, by the way."
"I know. And you know what? I don't care!" Liz replied happily with a smile on her lips.
If she would be sober, she would certainly think differently about that, but she and Samar would most likely not remember anything tomorrow morning.
"What we do is...not really...uh, ususal."
"Ohh, you mean it's a little kinky? I like that!"
"You too?" In her drunk state, Liz felt like it was safe to tell Samar all these dirty little secrets she had never wanted to share with anybody but Red. "It's all about submission and dominance, playin' slave and master..."
She was interrupted by Samar winking her right eye at her and squealing "Whew!"
"It's about...about losing control and letting the other one take control over you."
"Is it you or him who's in control? I guess it's him."
"Noohooo, It's not always him. I mean...most times, but sometimes he lets me dominate him and I...god, I like it when he's beggin' me."
"Beggin for what?" Apparently Samar wasn't in full possession of her right mind anymore, she was almost asleep with her head resting on the counter.
"For an...you know...for an orgasm." Liz whispered. "Red often draws it out until I can't bear it any longer and beg him to let me come."
"Ohh, I want Aram to do that to me! I'll tell him to just take me when I'm comin' home!"
"And...and when I'm a bad girl he spanks me! I love that..." she trailed off, giggling. "You should ask Aram to do that, but I think he's tooooo much of a gentle man for that."
"Yeah, he is...but now I want him to!"
"I like being a bad girl...we like to punish each other when we had a fight. Sometimes I provoke him into being mad at me and there are...different kinds of punishments."
"Uh, Liz, I wouldn't have thought you like that kinda stuff! Why can't I have someone who's...you know...like this?"
"I don't know...do we ever know anything?" Liz always got philosophical when she was drunk. Honest and philosophical.
"Do we? I guess I'm too tired to think..."
"Noo, Samaaaar, we're not tired, we're just drunk!" Liz rested her head on Samar's shoulder, playing with her black, curly hair. "You have nice hair, you know?!" she asked, starting to braid Samar's hair.
"Yeees, I know! You, too! I like the new short style! But...weren't we talkin' about what you're doin' in bed with Reddin..." she had troubles speaking clearly "Reddington?"
"Oh, yeahhh. The best thing we're doing is...you know..."
She whispered something Samar didn't understand.
"What?"
"Orgasm denial!" Liz shouted, pronouncing every syllable clearly and slowly. The whole bar turned around and stared at the two women in disbelief.
"Ooops!" both of them squealed quietly, then continued their conversation.
"And he only releases me after I begged him for a few minutes. Oh, I could do this every night!"
"Sounds like torture!"
"Oh, yesss, it is torture! Just ask Aram to be a little, you know, firmer with you and show him what you want!"
"You know what? We're goin' home right now to our men and then we get laid!" Samar exclaimed, banging her hand on the counter and dragging Liz off her chair.
Together, they stumbled out of the bar and sat down on the sidewalk.
"Waaiiit, I'll call Dembe, he'll drop us off wherever we want!"
"'K...but I still wanna get laid tonight! Dembe's cute, maybe I'll invite him to a threesome with me and Aram, what do you think?"
"I think that I can't think!" Liz giggled. "But Dembe really is cute!"
She somehow managed to call him and tell him where they were.
"I gotta confess something...when I had sex with Reddington, he only screwed me hard against a wall..."
"Yeah...we do that, too sometimes...waiiit, he screwed you, too?"
"Just once!"
"When?"
"Actually, I don't really remember, 'twas months ago."
Liz wrapped an arm around Samar's shoulder. "Then it's okaaay!"
If she was sober, Liz would possibly have beat the crap out of Samar and Red, but now, since it had happened before their relationship and she was drunk, she didn't care.
"Ohhh, you're my friend, Liz!" Samar said and pressed a loud, smacking kiss on Liz's cheek.
They waited for Dembe to pick them up, sitting together on the sidewalk and talking about ways to tell Aram what Samar wanted in bed.
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TBC
Please don't hate me for this weird, OOC story, and leave a review to tell me what you think!