Author Note: I own nothing. Really. Also, this is bordering on crack, because apparently, that's what I write after half a bottle of wine. Red, of course. ;-)
Mulligan: A do-over
Lizzie wanted the ground to swallow her. She prayed for it every time that man walked into a room she happened to inhabit. And god she tried so hard to keep her face cool, expressionless in his presence. The problem was that it didn't seem to work. All he had to do was flick a knowing glance in her direction and she would feel the blood flame in her cheeks as her eyes became fever bright. The heat Red could put out just walking into a room was an x-file Lizzie wouldn't touch.
If she was being truthful, which she tended to be after a few glasses of wine, she could admit that Reddington had pulled at her libido since the day she walked into the Post Office and found him in a see-through box. The smirk, the hooded eyes watching her like it was a profession, the casual, offhand suggestive comments all combined into a critical mass of pheromones. She couldn't keep her thoughts straight, so she resorted to anger to express the frustration, to keep her from revealing too much.
But Red was never fooled. She could tell he knew. He was willing to let her protest in whatever form she chose; if it made her happy. He came to her in dreams that heated her skin with passion, sent her pulse racing and woke her up twisted in her sheets, soaked in sweat. She resorted to icy showers before work to regulate her limbic system. It seemed to work pretty well. Except that one time.
She was late to work; he was also just arriving and stepped into the elevator behind her. She had been so focused on her tardiness that for a moment, she didn't realize with whom she was alone. But before she could even marshal her defense, he had his hands on her hips and his mouth on the back of her neck as he spoke quietly in her ear, that velvet baritone shattering through her nerves as she shuddered in his arms.
"What do you want, Agent Keen? What do you really want?" Her eyes flew wide as she recognized the words from her dreams, slid closed at his low chuckle against her throat. He raked his teeth from her shoulder to her ear, soothing the abrasion with his tongue.
"I know what you want, Lizzie. Never forget that I know."
And then the elevator stopped. Red got out, strode into the main room. Lizzie hit the door close button and returned to the parking garage. She needed a mulligan.