A lot of my OTP friends ask me to give the writings a try. So, here I am posting my first ever keenler fanfic.

It was meant to be a fluffy one-shot but I had others idea while writing it. So, if you guys like it, I might keep writing it and try to finish it!

Thanks to my beta junior-2323 (on tumblr) for the good comments and correction.

She wakes up to the delightfully familiar feeling of lips against her neck. The smile that grows across her lips crowds out his victory before she can so much as speak a word.

Triumphant, Ressler pulls back to hover over her, grinning in that cocky, private way he only does for her: lips tugged slightly upward, eyes bright, little lines collecting at their edges. Like it usually does, the look captivates the entirety of her attention, her eyes lingering heavily on his mouth even as she furrows a questioning brow.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this wakeup call?" Liz manages to ask, voice heavy from something far more satisfying than sleep.

Still smiling, playful and secretive, Ressler presses forward once more, zeroes his lips to her, and lets the question lay unanswered in the nonexistent space between them. The question sit there awhile, abandoned in favor of more pressing matters, like the way his tongue tease her and asks for entrance, a demand she'll gladly oblige. He takes her to a place where she nearly forgets the question completely as she simply enjoys the way their tongues fight for dominance.

She digs her fingers out from beneath the sheets and trail lazily across his jaw, tangling themselves in his soft hair. She reaches a soft spot behind his ears that causes him to shiver and break their kiss. The smug look that passes through her brown eyes makes Ressler laugh. It is utterly endearing how self-satisfied she gets when she knows she's having some control over the man who's usually so strict.

"I love you," he breathes into the morning air.

Liz can't help but smile brightly at the three words.

"I love you too." she says, breaking the calm and putting her hands into action once more. Her fingers now trailing lazily along his spine, eventually reaching his butt. Ressler lets her pull him down for another long kiss, his own hands caressing her bare legs. This time, it's her moans that break the air again, showing him her appreciation for the way his fingertips stroke her and her anticipation when she felt his hand coming closer to her already wet panties.

"Mmm, Ress," she manages to whisper.

She adjusts her position below him, opening her legs, making more space for his strong body while her hands making their way to his bulge.

He's already guessed at her plans though, of course he has. He's Donald Ressler, her partner for more than three years now and her lover of little over eight months. He knows her front to back and, well frankly, it's not like it's a move she hasn't try a dozen times before. Quickly, he wriggles out of her grasp just before Liz can pull him down into her again.

"Still curious about the wake up call?" He asks, bringing them back around to the start of her most excellent morning.

Of course, she's been a little distracted the last few minutes, so Liz takes a moment to knit the confusion from her expression. The tilt of her head against the pillow tells him that she still doesn't understand why he woke her up. Smiling tenderly at her, Ressler ducks down to press the quickest of kisses against her lips and then shifts his weight back to get out of bed.

"You slept in late again, Liz—time to get up and get ready for work. We don't want Red to be on our backs again do we?"

She sighs while looking at him leaving their room. He was the only man that could make her forget her past and make her feel normal again. At that moment, she realised that she couldn't picture a life without him, he was her safe harbour. It was now time to take the next step. She got up from their comfy bed with a smile on her face and a plan slowly forming in her head.

I hope you guys like it!

Waiting for you guys to choose if I continue it or not