Hello there. Be nice and flamers may go drown AND GOD BLESS MY BL BETA…
I own nothing if I did there would be no Tom and Lizzy would have pulled a Clarice by now.
It was dark and damp. Her ankle length robe does nothing to ward off the cold. She can hear her footsteps echo throughout the space. She stops momentarily and begins rubbing her arms to try to generate some heat. She knows this… she knows what's going on. It always starts this way, but try as she might she can never change the outcome, or stop it for that matter. She feels the tears fall down her face. She can't handle this, not tonight. Not again.
She feels his approach before he touches her, then hugs her from behind. Circling her with his warmth just like he did a few nights ago. She feels his lips on the nape of her neck and instantly feels her body relax into his. He picks her up and carries her somewhere. When she opens her eyes they're laying in a variety of plush continental pillows, like the ones you would fine in an Arabic tent in a far off exotic place. The scenario is always different. She smiles in spite of herself, trust Red to be this…odd. He would be wouldn't he? He just holds her in his warm embrace, content to hum some unknown lullaby in her ear. His hand caressing her sides gently, soothing her; their legs intertwining. She relishes the feel of the silken satin on her skin. Red starts to pepper kisses on her neck and shoulder, hugging her tighter.
"You must know that I'll never be done with you Lizzie. I'll give the time you need to work through all this, but I'll never let you go…"
Lizzie opened her eyes with a start, then didn't try to stop the tears that began to roll down her face.
The first time it happened was after she had first met him. She had dozed off in the waiting room of the hospital.
The second and third time it happened, was after the Wujing and Stewmaker fiascos; then every other night after Anslo Garrick's attack while Red was off the grid. It had stopped about a week after he came back.
She had actually managed to convince herself that it was over, until she had to go under cover as a thief at the Syrian embassy, then it had come back with a vengeance. It had become progressively worse from there, until reaching its peak when she discovered Tom's betrayal; or so she thought, in retrospect, it did help when it came to their second honeymoon night, but no, like all things in her life these days it did in fact get worse…
At first she was too shocked to think about it, affronted even, but later that night she had trouble falling asleep thanks to the simple fact that Raymond "Red" Reddington had seen the surveillance footage. That night had been the worst, her dreams were becoming more and more explicit, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
She cried herself to sleep and woke up soon after on Ressler's couch. She had had nowhere else to go. She cried for her father, she cried for her life that was a lie, she cried for ever knowing Red. Most of all she cried because she knew he was a monster, knew that he had killed her father, but she still dreamed of him, and she still longed for his touch; at least this dream had been tamer in comparison to the others.