After I wrote "The Blacklist revisited (Alice)" I took all parts of the story I created myself and wrote the novel "Blaue Blume" ("Blue Flower", only available in German). Now I'm bringing parts of it back to The Blacklist. :D The following chapter is slightly M, but as the story has also K-parts I decided to rate it T. There are more genres than the chosen ones-romance, mystery, suspense, humor, family, hurt/comfort - the whole bunch. ;) It's going to be a 10-12 chapter-story. I hope you'll enjoy it. :)

On Saturday evening, Don parked his car near a big building in the so-called Penn Quarter, a revitalized historic neighborhood in downtown Washington, DC, now an arts and entertainment district with many restaurants, nightclubs, and trendy stores.

Liz had her apartment in the upper floor of a former warehouse, and Don took the ancient elevator. He liked the groaning and strain the wires caused when the mechanism started, the windows from which he could watch the stairway while travelling along the floors, and the creaking, old sliding door he had to open at the end of the journey.

He entered a long hall with only two doors. One had the label "Dry space," and out of curiosity Don had had a look once. It simply lead to an attic in which the tenants could hang up laundry. The discovery had almost been disappointing.

Quietly, he knocked at the second door, made of red painted metal, and it wasn't long until Liz opened. She loved to stage herself, and was now posed in the door frame, wearing nothing but a black-and-white negligee and the fragrance of an expensive body lotion. Her dark-blond hair fell in soft waves on her bare shoulders, her blue eyes beamed with joy, and her youthful, firm breasts seemed to arch towards him as if they wanted to be touched. She was a vision of temptation.

As usual Don said not a word, but grasped her round the waist, pulled her close to him, and kissed her enticing shimmering lips that were slightly opened in expectation of him-she tastes great, while she huddled against him even closer.

They had begun their game spontaneously a few months ago when they met at a wine store, shortly before closing time. Don stopped there on his way home, Liz bought champagne for a girls' round, only wearing a coat over a wisp of nothing she had tried on before and had simply kept on.

The sexual attraction between them had been obvious to both of them. She had lured him into a niche beside the store where they kissed and touched each other passionately, and finally arranged a meeting for more in Liz's apartment.

They never spoke much, hence, they didn't know much about each other, but it was part of the game. Two strangers who met now and then to have fun. Most of the time they met at Liz's apartment; sometimes they started their game in a club or in a restaurant, and they acted as if they had never met before, seducing each other over and over again.

Aside from the bathroom the apartment had only two big, light rooms. A combined kitchen, dining and living room, and a combined office and bedroom. Gigantic windows gave a splendid view over the city. The city lights illuminated the indecent game on Liz's big bed. She loved to use sheets made of sateen or silk when she knew Don would come by. In general, she celebrated these moments, created an erotic atmosphere with the right light, sometimes added music, or occasionally a few toys.

She assumed that he thought he wasn't her only lover, but he was. (Furthermore, she assumed that he was in a committed relationship because he never offered to take her to his apartment; she didn't care, though.) She had never met a man before who would have understood this game, its rules, her wishes and ambitions, her desires and expectations.

When Liz had begun to explore her sexuality, she expected men to be uncomplicated and to love the mysterious, however, she only met guys who thought they had to have a polite, trivial conversation, who started interfering with her life after a short time, visiting or calling her unasked and unwanted.

In addition, most of them were lousy lovers, reached their climax too early or too late, weren't well endowed, didn't really care about her needs, were fixated on previous experiences, and went too hard or too soft.

Don was perfect on all points, so she limited herself to him. Though she considered him as just an affair and not as a boyfriend, he was definitely the best affair she ever had. He conformed to her schedule, he didn't ask any stupid questions, he was able to take her hard, so she would feel like walking on air, and he was subtle enough to play a slow, exciting game. She felt safe with him, so she dared to live fantasies she would not otherwise have been brave enough to try, like being tied up or blindfolded. And sometimes-like now-he would give her the control to move their bodies and set the pace.

The best thing about him was that he was waiting for her, even if it was difficult for him, particularly in moments like these when she tensed her inner muscles as if she wanted to skin him. He backed off until she threw back her head, with a loud gasp, and he could feel the fine vibration of her muscles that made it easy to let go.

He's gorgeous! Liz flopped on his chest, exhausted and breathing heavily, while Don put an arm around her shoulders, enjoying the aftermath of their passion. She really was fun in bed. Everything was easy, without obligations, questions, or considerations as to whether they had to take it to the next step.

His body felt relaxed and tired in a pleasant way, and he enjoyed her soft skin on his. He could have fallen asleep right away, but he struggled to stay awake. Tonight was the night. Maybe it would change their relationship, maybe this would be their last night. He didn't like that idea, but there was no way out.

Although it contradicted the unwritten rules of their game, he finally said, "I have to talk to you."

Liz lifted her head in surprise, without changing her position. "About what?"

"I learned today that you're gonna start working as a profiler with the FBI on Monday, and that I'm gonna be your supervisor."

Her eyes were shimmering in the faint light that was pouring through the window. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. "My supervisor? You are-"

"I'm with the FBI, exactly."

It made her laugh. "This is crazy! I've already had an affair with my supervisor before I've even started working?"

Don grinned. "Exactly." He stroked her hair back that fell over her shoulders and into her face, caressed her cheeks, and smiled at her. "But I'm not your supervisor tonight. By the way, you won't start working at headquarters. Maybe you've heard about Raymond Reddington? He's No. 4 on the Most Wanted list, and I'm the case agent. A few days ago he surrendered to the FBI, and he insisted on speaking with you."

Liz tried to remember that name, but she was sure she had never heard it before-except of reading it on the Most Wanted wall. "Why the hell does he want to speak with me?"

Don shrugged. "He wouldn't say. The only possible reason we could think of is that he might know your parents." Liz had been adopted and her biological parents were unknown. "So, we decided to give him what he wants and see what will happen. In any case, I wanted you to know before you run into me at work. I think we should act as if we have never met before." He smiled.

She smiled back. "Shouldn't be that difficult, should it? We're used to it." Her fingers softly stroked his smooth skin. She loved the feeling when he tensed his muscles. Up to now it hadn't been important to her that her lovers were toned, but she had to admit that it was great when steel-hard muscles closed around her, giving her a feeling of helplessness. "It's really strange that he wants to speak with me. Wasn't Reddington with the Navy before he turned into a criminal?" When Don nodded, she added, "Maybe he really knew my father because the only thing I remember about him is that he was wearing the uniform of a Navy pilot."

"I guess, we will find out." Without hurrying, he gently stroked her body. "I was surprised when Reddington asked for you. Maybe he did it because he knows about our affair and wants to use it as leverage in the right moment. Maybe it's a coincidence. However, I thought you should know." He put his hand on her bottom. He loved it; it was soft, well-rounded and a real temptation. To his luck it was Liz's most sensitive spot. "You might consider taking appropriate action because of having principles about never sleeping with colleagues or stuff like that. Perhaps you want to end it, or maybe you decide that you don't care. I'll accept whatever you will choose."

Actually, Liz never wanted to be one of these women who had an affair with their supervisors. On the other hand, this affair was a special one and she didn't want to end it. Deep in thoughts she kissed his chest and his neck, and noticed once again the pleasant smell of his skin that reminded her of summer. "Do you want to end it?"

"I didn't say that." Don turned his head and caressed her full, soft lips affectionately with his. "I just have an understanding for principles," he mumbled.

An impassioned shiver ran through her body, and she kissed him back. "Is it against your principles having an affair with a colleague?"

"I didn't say that," he repeated and pulled her closer, caressing her bottom.

"I think, I'm not very principled," she whispered. She looked up and smiled at him. "And I'm curious of Reddington and my new supervisor."

Many thanks to my beta reader, Padria95! :)