Just a little something to help me get back in the game. Plus, my computer is dead and i figured out how to use my phone to write. Enjoy!

P.S. I don't own this!

Kissing You (and not regretting it)

There were times, moments like these, where everything seemed right in the world. No blacklist, no FBI, no murderous ex-husbands to muddle her mind. Times when it was just Elizabeth Keen, Hudson by her feet, and a warm toasty fire across the living room. The snow outside fell in heavy winds and if it blew hard enough she could hear its faint low whistling. Her front door was locked and her weather proofed boots stood on the mat next to it. She would go outside later and shovel her steps. For now, she just snuggled further in her afghan. When she closed her eyes it was easy not to ruminate on the fact that today was February 14. It was easy to accept that she did not have nor need a valentine. When her lids stayed heavy and she drifted off to sleep, she wouldn't remember that the last visual image in her mind was of green eyes and golden lashes.

...

Riiiiiinnnggg! Riiiinnngggg!

Her groggy eyes scrunched together and she tried to get up. Instead her arms met the resistance of a warm fuzzy blanket wrapped around her body. The wretched phone hadn't stopped ringing and she finally gave up keeping her eyes closed. Blinking slowly she took in that in front of an ever dying fireplace was a tall dark blurry shadow standing there with an arm at an angle and the scent of her dreams wafting over to her. She would have been startled had not the silhouette of a distinct hat on this figures head made itself visible.

"Red?" She croaked and then coughed to clear her throat.

"My my Lizzie, I've been standing here dialing your number twice and just now you hear it? I must ask how long does it take for your alarm to wake you?" He sounded amused and even without that added touch the twinkle in his eyes would have given him away. With that he hung up his disposable flip phone and put it in his breast pocket.

Liz huffed in annoyance as she sat up and noticed Hudson lay soundly by her feet with his eyes and ears trained on Red. He was obviously also annoyed at the intrusion in their home.

"Well if you must know, its takes three alarm settings to wake me up fully, and that's before my cup of coffee."

Checking her phone and swiping away the missed call notifications Liz realized she had slept for about 4 hours. She must have been more tired than she realized.

"What are you doing here Red? It's Saturday." She stated, like it would just make him walk out the door and back to wherever he came from. Instead he took off his coat and and placed it on the coat rack. His fedora followed and that's when she knew he would be staying.

"Well I was driving by-"

"You mean Dembe was driving you by."

"Yes, now shush Lizzie." He took a seat next to her and stared at the dimming fire. "Anyways, the snow was coming down on us and it came to the point where we couldn't see the roads anymore. We were already a few streets from here so, well why not make a day of it and spend it here with you?"

"Red my place isn't somewhere to just 'hang'." No matter what argument she could think of, she knew he was going to end up staying either way. "Where is Dembe?"

" He's next door."

"Oh let me guess, you purchased the house next door as a fallback plan so that you can be close and still keep some part of my life in your control."

Red looked at her and held a hand to his chest with false offense at her words and stood to make his way to her kitchen. "Let me make you some coffee, you seem snappier than usual. And no, as a matter a fact I didn't buy that house."

"Then what could Dembe be doing next door?" She heard clanking and cabinets opening from the kitchen but made no move to go over there.

"On our way over here we noticed Patricia was outside shoveling snow. Dembe offered to help."

"Who's Patricia?"

"Your neighbor Lizzie. You've been here two months and I knew this before you moved in!"

The aroma of fresh brewing coffee made Liz get on her feet and make her way to the kitchen.

"Well maybe if I didn't spend all my time checking off your bucket list of doom then maybe I could get to know people."

He seemed to ruminate on that last sentence.

"When you mean get to know people, does that also imply... well potential suitors?"

"You mean dating?" Red grabbed a mug hanging by the coffeemaker and filled it to his hearts content. Her sarcasm never seemed to affect him and now was not any different.

"Yes, dating." He walked up to where she had chosen to sit and placed the rich smelling concoction in her hands.

"Who would want to date me Red? Seriously, its Valentine's day and it's snowing and I am here just lazy-ing the day away. Who would brave the weather and choose my company to be with?"

As rhetorical as she wanted the questions to be she knew, somewhere deep down inside her, that she wanted him to answer.

"Well... me."