So this is my first fanfiction ever. I just love Red and Lizzie and just want to see something happen with that amazing chemistry they have. I'm new to writing fanfiction and English is my second language so be gentle in the comments. Please comment and tell me if I should stop this right here or continue. All mistakes are mine. Thanks to my wonderful beta Meaghan for making this readable. Disclaimer: I don't own the Blacklist, I just like to use them for fun and smut.

A/N: I'm in the process of letting my beta edit chapter 1-3 (when I didn't have a beta).

She was struggling to control her breathing and her palms were beginning to sweat. She was too nervous to move, too scared that she might touch him. Lizzie was lying straight on her back with Red right next to her. She couldn't believe that she was sharing a bed with the Concierge of Crime. It felt like it had only been a few hours since she had pulled the trigger on Connolly and he had dropped to the floor in front of her.

It had actually been three days of travel on the road since Red came to pick her up in that white van. Now, thinking back on it, it was all quite a blur from the moment after she had rested her head on his shoulder. The last thing that she truly remembered is his smell - it was intoxicating, all man, all Red. He smelled like leather and whiskey with a touch of something that was unique just to him.

After getting into that van they had been switching cars, only grabbing fast food so that they could stay constantly on the move. Now, the first time they had stopped for more than an hour, she could barely think straight. Her head was reeling constantly.

She was tired, scared and she really needed a shower. They booked into a motel, a location which she couldn't quite understand because of Red's high standards. He explained that the cash and fake names wouldn't raise any suspicion at a place like this, and that because of his previous hotel standards, pursuers would not immediately think to look at a motel.

The moment he opened their room's door she saw that they were going to have a big problem - or should she say… a small problem, seeing as the size of the bed could barely count as a double bed. Her eyes drifted to the rest of the room, looking for a chair or a couch or anything. But there was nothing else that could remotely be used as a somewhat comfortable sleeping surface.

Red seemed to feel her discomfort, knowing that she noticed their problem. "This was the only room they had available. I guess at places like these, there is no use for two beds." His voice sounded tired and on edge. He continued, "I would have proposed to sleep on the floor, but honestly, Lizzie, I might catch some kind of disease. Judging by this place, I don't even think the bed is safe to sleep on. Unfortunately, this will have to do for tonight. We really need to catch up on some proper rest, and this is an opportune time."

Lizzie just stood there, looking at him, thinking that she was really too tired to care. "I'm going to take a shower, Red." She replied instead.

She scrubbed herself raw, trying to erase everything that had happened before they went rogue and went on the run. She tried to wash away Tom, as well. How stupid could she be, hooking up with Tom? At least now she knew that he was completely out of her system. She hated herself for it, giving herself to the man who had lied to her about everything, the man she thought she loved, her ex-husband. She scrubbed even more fiercely, trying to wash away the guilt of shooting Connolly. The warm water seemed to relax her, although it didn't help with her conscience. Suddenly, she realized that she should probably leave some warm water for her traveling companion.

After drying off and wrapping a towel around herself, she paused. Oh, no… how could she have forgotten about clean clothes… She looked at her dirty clothes that were laid out on the sink. There was no way she was wearing them again if she could help it. She remembered that Red had brought two duffel bags with him when they had entered their room.

Lizzie opened the door a crack and found him on his phone talking to someone in French. He didn't notice her at first but the moment she opened the door even further he looked up. Lizzie's breath caught at the intensity of his stare when he gazed upon her form.

His eyes were moving from her wet hair down to the swells of her breasts peeking over the top of the towel, and lingered a little too long on her bare legs. She cleared her throat, making him aware that he was in fact staring, and a blush began the creep up her chest and onto her cheeks. Being covered in so little in front of him was scary and exhilarating.

Red finished his phone call with a quick 'merci'. Lizzie was about to ask him for some clothes when he picked up one of the bags and put it on the bed. He pulled out a smaller bag that was inside of the bigger one. He came to stand right in front of her.

"Well, Lizzie. Tell me: is the water pressure good? Because I really do hate to stand under those dreadfully light sprinklers." His voice was calm as if nothing were out of place, like it was completely normal to have a nearly naked Lizzie barely two feet away.

She wasn't nearly as calm as he was. Was she just imagining the heat in his eyes? No, she couldn't be… she was so sure it was right there. She tried to answer him in a steady voice. "Well, it's not a five star hotel, but it's alright."

She hoped that he didn't see the effect he had on her. She really couldn't help it… it was like her body was betraying her. Well, of course, she needed to be honest with herself: she had been attracted to Reddington from the first moment she laid eyes on him, sitting strapped to that chair at their first meeting. The attraction had only intensified as they worked together.

The man just had it all: that look he could give that made you feel like the only thing that was important; those three-piece suits she admitted she fantasized about getting him out of; oh, and that voice. His voice could make her forget about everything else: the fact that she shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about him, the fact that he was a criminal, number four on the FBI's Most Wanted list.

She must have been quiet for too long, because Red was handing her the bag.

"Lizzie, I think everything you might need at the moment will be in there. It's not much, sweetheart, but as soon as we are out of the States I'll take you shopping. If you don't like my choice of clothes, you could always stay like that. I must say I really do enjoy the view…"

Red gave her a wicked grin and chewed on the inside of his cheek. Before she could reply, he had his back to her, busily searching for something in the larger bag on the bed.