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Behind Closed Doors
When he parked his car in front of his house, Raymond frowned. Light was flowing from the windows when he was supposed to be alone for the evening. Jennifer shouldn't be home until tomorrow for her Christmas break at college. Exiting slowly the car, he walked to the door, his hand on his service gun strapped at his hip. The door was unlocked when he tried the handle and he was met by giggles when he pushed the door open. Relaxing significantly, he closed the door, took off his snowy shoes and walked to the lounge. Leaning against the doorframe, he looked at the scene playing in front of him.
Two young girls were snuggling on the couch, sharing one blanket, blond and black hair mingling on the cushion; they were watching TV. He smiled at the sight and waited until they spotted him.
"Dad, stop sneaking on us like that! It's not polite," Jennifer said leaving her friend's arms to look at her father, smiling.
"Good evening girls," Raymond said finally walking in the room. "I thought you weren't due until tomorrow Jenny," he said kissing his daughter.
"Liz and I decided to drive here early, I hope you don't mind dad?" she said kissing her dad back.
"Of course no," he said. "Miss Milhoan," he greeted the black haired woman sitting on his couch.
"Admiral Reddington," Liz replied, smiling to the man.
"Does old Sam know you're here?"
"Not yet, I hoped…" Liz said, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.
"Liz's staying with us tonight, she'll go home tomorrow, is that ok dad?" Jenny asked, eyes pleading.
"Of course dear, I'll go change. What do you want for diner?" he asked over his shoulder, walking to the door.
"Pizza!"
"Don't you think you eat pizza enough at college?"
"You can never eat too much pizza dad," Jenny said shaking her head.
"Pizza it is, then," Raymond said before leaving the room to his bedroom.
He couldn't decently spend the evening with his daughter and her friend clad in his Navy uniform. Even if Liz was five years older than Jenny, the girls had been friends for ever. Sam had been his instructor in the Navy when he chose to join the army 25 years ago and when he retired, he went to live close by. Raymond had seen his friend struggle to adopt a child for years and finally welcome the young Elizabeth in his life when she had been four. Her parents had died in the fire that ravaged their house one night, and the child didn't have any relatives. When Sam took her in, she had been traumatized and he had fight to win her trust. When his wife died giving him a daughter a year later, Sam had been here to help him through and the girls had grew up together, almost as sisters. He hadn't been really present for his daughter when she was young, his career just starting and Sam had been the one here for them, taking Jenny in every time Raymond had been off for some classified mission. He had earned his stripes fast, faster than anybody else, and came back home permanently when Jenny had been fifteen. Jenny was 20 now and living with Liz in an apartment just outside Quantico. Liz was a FBI trainee and Jenny was at NU studying Criminal Justice to follow her friend's steps.
He discarded his white uniform and put on some black jeans and a flannel shirt before joining the girls downstairs.
"Did you order yet?" he asked walking in the room, startling the girls bent over the laptop.
"Dad! Stop doing that! We know you're trained to take out the bad guys but stop it! And no, we were waiting for you, you took forever to change!"
"I'm here now, let's do it and be over with," Raymond said. "Make some room for me, girls," he added sitting next to Liz on the couch. "So what do we have here?"
The girls were perusing the menu of the small Italian restaurant they'd found some years ago.
"Four cheese, dad?" Jenny asked.
"As usual, dear," Raymond replied turning his attention on the TV.
"Liz?"
"Pesto and shrimps, please," Liz smiled.
"You two are weird you know that, right?" she said ordering her own peperoni pizza.
"The guy imports his cheeses from Italy and France, and you want me to order some bland peperoni and cheddar pizza? You're the one weird here, darling," Raymond replied, his eyes never leaving the screen hanging on the wall facing the couch.
Fifteen minutes later a knock at the door made Raymond move from his spot on the couch. He opened the door, paid for the order and walked back to the lounge three boxes in his hands. He put them on the coffee table and went to the kitchen to grab some napkins and drinks. He came back a few second later, two diet cokes for the girls in one hand and a glass of Syrah for himself in the other. He sat back on the couch next to Liz and handed them their drinks.
"Thanks Dad," Jenny mumbled opening the boxes in front of them to find her order.
"Thanks Admiral," Liz smiled.
Raymond smiled back at the young girl before turning back to the TV. Something new was on.
"What are we watching?" he asked after a few seconds.
"We are watching Love Actually, Dad," Jenny replied, a meaningful stare on her father.
Sighing, Raymond grabbed his glass of wine and pizza when a hand landed on his thigh.
"You can stay with us, you know," Liz said, her eyes on his, smiling shyly.
"I'll be perfectly well in the kitchen, thanks all the same Milhoan," he said finally getting up, Liz's hand slipping from his leg. "Enjoy the movie."
Liz watched him leave the room, her teeth worrying her lower lip while Jenny was wolfing down her pizza her eyes glued on the screen. Liz sighed and started eating.
The next time Raymond looked in the lounge on his way to bed, he found his daughter and her friend still on the couch. Liz was sitting, her head cradled in her hand, her elbow resting on the arm of the couch, her eyes focused on the movie. He couldn't see Jennifer so he supposed that she must be laying down, her head on Liz's lap as she used to do when she was younger. He smiled at the sight before leaving them to head to his bedroom. It had been a long day at work.
He went to the bathroom to shower before slipping on sleep pants and sneaking under the blankets his reading glasses on his nose, a book in hand. Half an hour later, he heard the girls climb the stairs, talk a few minutes in the hall before hearing two set of door close. He sighed, put his glasses and book on the nightstand and turn off the light.
One hour later, he heard a floorboard creak and soon after his room door opened silently. He saw a shadow slip in before closing the door again. He smiled and closed his eyes, faking sleep.
"Red?"
"Right here, Lizzie," he breathed his hand moving to graze her bare thigh.
He moved to the center of the bed, opening the blankets for her to slip in. She did in a matter of seconds, closing the distance between them immediately. He closed his arms around her and buried his nose in her curls when her lips grazed his neck.
"I should have called when Jen decided to come here early, I'm sorry" she said her fingers playing with the hair on his chest.
"Never apologize for coming here, sweetheart," he whispered, his hands sneaking under the hem of her top.
"I've missed you, Red."
"And I've missed you too," he replied, lowering his head to kiss her slowly on the lips.
He still felt guilty sometimes. They started their affair five years ago, late at night; he had found Liz crying on his doorstep. He had taken her in, made her some hot chocolate and let her cry and sob in his arms for hours. She had had a fight with Sam about something they didn't even remember now and she had left the house furious, knowing the Reddingtons would give her a shelter until Sam cooled off. But Jennifer hadn't been here that night and Raymond had been the one to listen and talk to her. And one thing leading to another, they had made love on the couch. He had been her first and since that day, every time she spent the night with them she ended up in his bed.
And every time was the same. She would sneak in his room after Jennifer was asleep, he would take her in his arms for a while before asking the traditional question. The one he never missed to ask.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?"
He would never force her and she always was the one to come to him.
"I am," she replied as always.
He smiled in the dark, his hand drawing a burning path on her skin from her hip to her breast. He ran his palm on her hardening nipple and she sucked in a breath, nipping lightly at his throat.
"Don't leave a mark, love. Jenny will see it," he mumbled, his breath hitching in his throat when he felt her hand sneak under the waistband of his pants.
"Would it be that bad?" she asked, looking suddenly at him.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for her to know," he replied lowering his eyes to evade her stare.
He felt her tense against him and her hand left its spot on his hip when she turned around, leaving him cold on his side of the bed. He knew he had hurt her, but couldn't help the fear he felt every time he thought about his daughter's reaction at his relationship with Liz.
"Sweetheart, please come back here," he pleaded his arm curling around Liz's waist and pulling her back against his chest. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"
"Don't. Please Red, don't," she cut him off.
"Lizzie… I'm sorry, I swear I want to tell her, I don't want to keep you a secret for ever, but please give me time," he whispered, his nose buried in her curls, his fingers drawing patterns on her stomach.
"It's been five years, Red," she said, tears in her voice.
He turned her around in his arms and she immediately closed her arms around his neck, breathing him in. He traced soothing circles on her back waiting for her to talk because he couldn't. It's been five years and he couldn't imagine his life without her anymore but was afraid to lose his daughter. If he had to choose between Jenny and Lizzie, he knew what his choice would be. Jenny would always be first, no matter how much he loved Lizzie.
"Make love to me, Red," she whispered finally, sitting up and taking her top and shorts off leaving her naked.
A sad smile spread on Raymond's lips at that. He knew she was taking everything he could give her, not asking for more even if she wanted to and it was killing them slowly. He ran his hand on her torso feeling her hold her breath when he grazed at the side of her breast. She was so beautiful. He pulled her to him and closed his lips around her nipple, sucking slowly, making her moan. Her hands scratching his scalp through his short hair, she directed him to the other breast, moving to straddle his thighs. He could feel her heat pressing on him, her wetness rubbing against him through his pants.
"Take them off," she breathed.
He let her nipple slid from his mouth and fumbled with the string at his waistband. She pushed his hands away and untied it with steady hands before sliding his pants down his legs. She looked at him then, spread on the bed, his cock jutting proudly, a white pearl running down his length slowly. He crooked an eyebrow then, waiting for her next move patiently. She smiled and lowered her head, hands on his hips to keep him in place; she closed her mouth around the tip of him. He hissed, his hips bucking against her grip when he felt her tongue on the underside of his cock. She smiled when she felt his hand fist on her hair. She had him at her mercy and it never stopped to amaze her to see him in such a state. He was used to be the one in control but not with her. She was the one with power in his bedroom and she loved it. She started moving her head, her tongue never leaving his skin, adding the tip of her teeth the remind him who was in control when he tried to push deeper.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, stop!" he almost sobbed, his grip on her hair tightening to prevent her any more stroke of her mouth.
She sat back smiling, running her tongue on her lips and looked at him. He was breathless; sweat gleaming on his forehead. She had brought him at the very edge of his self-control. He smiled then and she instantly knew she was in trouble. He grabbed her arm and pulled her sharply, moving to pin her onto the mattress with his weight. She could feel his hard cock against her hip and smiled grinding against him. He kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth, their teeth clashing in the heat of the kiss. He broke the kiss grinning before sliding down her body, his lips grazing her skin. He made a short stop to kiss tenderly her breasts before resuming his journey south. His hands on her inner thighs, he pushed her to open her legs. His cheek on the thin skin of her thigh, he smiled up at her before blowing slowly air at her glistening center. He chuckled when he felt her start at the sensation.
He let his finger run her moist folds and she hissed went she felt the hotness of his mouth close on her clit. As she did earlier, he put his hands on her hips to steady her and ran his tongue from her entrance to her clit.
"Red!" she breathed her hand fisting on the sheets at her side, the other on his head.
"Problem sweetheart?" he asked smugly from between her thighs, his deep voice sending shivers up her spine.
"Bastard."
"At your service, love," he relied before resuming his ministrations.
His tongue curled around her clit, sucking lightly on the nub and his hand traveled south to slid in her hot core. He started to pump his fingers in rhythm with his tongue and she felt her muscles start to flutter around him. He twisted his fingers inside her one last time and added some teeth on her clit and she saw stars. Her body jerking under him, she bit her lip to muffle the cries flowing from her mouth.
"You ok, love?" he asked when she didn't move for a few seconds.
"I love you Raymond," she breathed pulling him to kiss his lips, tasting herself on his tongue.
He smiled against her lips before locking his eyes with hers.
"I love you," he whispered and she felt his hand sneak between their bodies, positioning himself at her entrance. Their eyes locked, his hips moving at an incredible slowly pace, he slid inside her.
They stayed motionless for a few second, trying to master their erratic breath. He kissed her lovingly, his hips suddenly in motion, sending jolts of electricity through her body. She knew he was close when he slid his arm under her knee changing the angle of the penetration and hitting just the right spot to send her over the edge. But it wasn't enough and he knew it, his rhythm frantic, he was losing control. She sneaked her hand between their bodies and pinched her clit sending her immediately over the edge, her muscles clamping at him taking him with her. He kept moving a few more second before collapsing on the mattress at her side, boneless.
They stayed silently side by side, the sweat on their bodies cooling slowly, long enough to settle their breath. She then motioned for her clothes and was about to get up to put them on when an arm curled around her waist and pulled her back.
"Red, what are you doing?" she asked tiredly when he started to kiss the nape of her neck.
"Stay with me tonight," he breathed against her skin.
She looked at him, startled. She never stayed in his bed when Jen was at home.
"What about Jen?" she asked studying his face closely.
"We'll figure it out in the morning," he smiled, pulling her back in the bed and closing his arms around her.
Her head on his shoulder, her fingers playing with his chest hair, she closed her eyes, smiling.
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