The Blacklist: Lead Me Upstairs
Summary: Elizabeth Keen has had enough of feeling numb. She needs to feel something, or rather someone again. She turns to the one door she knows will always be open to her.
Red x Lizzie. One-shot, with the potential to turn into three, that's up to you.
I told our people I've been talking,
About how dark she was inside.
She said my hopes are buried in the soil,
Deep in the earth outside.
Elizabeth Keen found herself standing in the middle of a large darkened bedroom with the backs of knees pressed against the edge of a mattress as Red stood before her, eyes darker than the night sky as he studied her features. She felt herself swallow the lump of anticipation in her throat before reaching out to touch him, however he stopped her just as she was about to lay a hand on his chest and he wrapped his fingers around her hand before bringing it to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
"You said you wanted to feel, Lizzie" He began, his voice low and barely above a whisper. "I intend to have you do just that"
She thinks she nodded in agreement but she can't be certain, as anything even remotely resembling a coherent thought escapes her mind as his fingers come up to start undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Slowly.
Painfully slowly.
The moment he has the buttons free Red brings his hands up to her shoulders and slides the shirt over them until it falls gracefully to her feet. He's so gentle with her; his caresses merely a ghost of a touch. An involuntary line of goosebumps follows the backs of his fingers as he lightly strokes them over her stomach, his gaze following their trail.
"Lie down, sweetheart" he quietly instructs and she does so, never taking her eyes off of his hungry gaze as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed, shuffles back a foot or so and falls back slowly until she lays horizontally across the middle of the bed.
Her chest is heaving and if she was certain of anything, she was certain she was feeling something now. Something that she hadn't felt in longer than she cared to admit, pooling deep in her belly and spreading through her like wildfire. She couldn't wait to feel the weight of him on top of her.
Red brought his appreciative gaze back up to meet hers, offering her a slight twitch of smile before taking a step back from her and turning away, walking towards a large oak armoire and opening its double doors, reaching inside for something she couldn't quite see.
He returned a moment later, walking by her again, this time stopping at the night stand next to the bed where he placed a jarred red candle he must have taken from the cabinet and promptly lit it, casting a soft glow over the otherwise blackened room.
"All the better to... see you with, My Dear" Red quipped as he returned to his earlier position of standing in front of where she lay on the bed.
He reached for her then, the backs of his knuckles brushing against her naval and leaving another trail of goosebumps as his thumb and forefinger went to the button of her jeans and she sucked in a breath the moment she felt his barely-there touch. He smirked at her slightly when he successfully popped the button of her jeans open and oh God he was infuriating. Taking his sweet time with her, no doubt enjoying every moment of watching her squirm under his heated gaze. Next he went for her zipper, slowly dragging it downward until it reached the bottom and red lace peeked out from underneath.
"My, my Lizzie" Red commented, his voice at least an octave or two lower than usual as he eyed the prize he knew was impatiently waiting for him. "I've always thought Red was your colour" he teased and she squirmed slightly again, desperate to feel his hands on her.
He knew what she was waiting for. He knew damn well, in fact, but instead of continuing on his task of ridding her of her jeans he instead placed his left knee at the apex of her thighs near the edge of the bed and left hand next to her head to support himself as his body slightly hovered over her, his right foot still planted on the ground while he brought his free right hand up to her face to cup her cheek. She leaned into his touch immediately, seeking the warmth of his skin against hers and he smiled gently at her.
"You're breathtaking, Lizzie" he told her genuinely before slowly sliding his hand from her cheek to begin a trail down her throat and then continuing to her chest, slowly brushing over her clavicle until his hand came to a rest at the valley of her breasts. He let a thumb run over the lace trim of the black bra she wore and felt her involuntarily shiver under his ghost of a touch, her body gently arching off the bed, craving more of the feeling of his hands on her.
"Patience, my Dear Lizzie," he began in a low tone, purposely shifting himself slightly so that his left knee pressed against her aching centre, causing a hiss to escape her lips at the friction. "I told you, I intend to have you feel everything" he reminded her before moving his hand to the front clasp of her bra and flicking it open, the soft lace garment falling off to the sides before he gingerly pulled it free from her arms, tossing it somewhere behind them.
Seeing her breasts free before him did little to slow the throbbing need for her Red himself was feeling and he certainly wasn't shy about letting her know, pressing his hard length against her still-clothed lower half once more and she immediately met his soft thrust with one of her own; her hips lifting gently from the mattress to grind into his leg.
"Oh, what you do to me, Lizzie" Red admitted huskily before lowering his head and covering one of her pert nipples with his mouth, his skilled tongue swirling around it and then gently sucking it into his mouth while his fingers mirrored the actions of his mouth on the other.
He felt her lift her hips from underneath him once more, grinding her pelvis into his leg, desperate for the contact and she swears she can feel him grinning while his tongue continues its ministrations.
He's enjoying this.
She lets out a huff of frustration then and then a loud gasp as he quickly shifts and presses his prominent need for her directly where she needs to feel the pressure. A soft involuntary cry escapes her lips.
"Lizzie" he all but growls her name and it snaps her to attention; her gaze quickly finding his and holding it. She swallows. Hard.
"If you just wanted me to fuck you, I could've done it ages ago downstairs against the door and then sent you on your way, not to mention that there are several other doors you could've knocked on instead to certainly achieve that. But I think you came here looking for more than that. And Lizzie, what we're sharing, now, this is an experience" he explained, his tone quiet but sincere as it often was when he was trying to paint the bigger picture for her and she simply continued to stare up at him.
"Isn't that what you came to me for? A connection?" He asked her and she could do little more than nod her head in agreement.
Yes. God, yes. When it came to him, she wanted everything.
"Tell me, Lizzie. Tell me what you want"
"I want this Red. You." she finally breathed, her eyes fluttering shut momentarily before locking onto his gaze once more. "Please"
He let out a chuckle at that, eyes raking over her half naked form appreciatively before bringing them back to her face.
"That's my girl" he said before lowering his head swiftly and capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
And with one twist of the world,
She brought me to her side.
She asked for the truth one time,
and all I did was lied.
A/N: Well, so concludes part 2. Part 3 is well on it's way to being finished. I was so thrilled at the amount of favourites and reviews from the first chapter that it was a great motivation and encouragement to get to work on the rest of the chapters. Hope you liked this update as well as the things start to heat up. Chapter 3 will bring even more heat, I assure you ;) Please leave a review and let me know what you think!
