AN: Thank you so much for your feedback, I'm glad you're enjoying this so far. This doesn't really have a plot and pretty much happened when my mate and I were flailing over Spader in that uniform. Now this chapter is full of shameless smut, beware!

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Chapter 3

"Kiss me."

His nostrils flared at her request and she watched in amazement, as his pupils grew large until there was almost nothing left of his irises. Ever so gently, he cupped her cheeks with warm palms and leaned in. Just before their lips met for the very first time he stopped. "Lizzie," he whispered and she tightened her grip on his jacket, tugging him closer. She could feel his warm and moist breath on her lips, before he closed the remaining inch and took her mouth in a sweet kiss.

Her hands fell away from his jacket and went straight for the back of his neck, as she pulled herself impossibly closer.

What had started as cute, gentle kisses, soon turned passionate, as Liz bit into his bottom lip, nibbling on it and eliciting a low moan. Red opened his mouth and she followed suit, allowing him to lick his way between her lips. The first touch of tongue on tongue made her tremble with arousal and she gently started sucking on the muscles, showing him exactly what she wanted to do with another part of his anatomy.

They nibbled, licked and kissed, not even parting to draw in oxygen. Before she knew it, he had lifted her off the ground, his hands on the backside of her upper thighs, his groin pushed into hers. She almost screamed when he put pressure in the right place.

When he started backing away from the door, Liz wound her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at the small of his back, while a surprised noise left her throat, just to be swallowed by his mouth. She would've never figured Red was one that carried his women through the room, but secretly she hoped she was the only one. He blindly cleared the desk with one hand, before sitting her down, not leaving an inch between them. If touching him through the layer of clothes he was wearing was this good, she was sure she would die upon skin on skin contact. She mewled in protest, when he finally released her mouth and took half a step back, though his hands were still on her legs.

"Shh…" He murmured, pressing a kiss to her jaw, as his hands worked on taking off her blouse. His lips were reddish and swollen, from their make-out session and he looked entirely too enticing. She wanted to keep kissing him, touching him, loving him.

Impatient as she was, Liz started tugging his shirt tails out of his pants, desperate to feel his skin. She huffed in annoyance, when instead of skin, she found herself touching an undershirt. He only chuckled in response. "Really, Red? Another shirt? Just how many layers are you wearing?"

"Are we perhaps a little impatient, sweetheart?" He asked with a smug smile.

"You do realize I'm sitting on a desk, sweetheart?" She asked back.

He raised a brow at her. "So?"

"There a several pens within reaching distance. You know how I get with pens around, though I'm not sure this can be counted as a hotel room."

"Perhaps we should move this somewhere else then," he said in a low voice, that sent sparks through her stomach. Before she could even form a reply, he had her up and in his arms again, his destination: the bed.

She laughed, while he carried her there. Everything was just so surreal. "You know I can walk, right?"

His lips were busying themselves with her clavicles, so it took him a moment to look up. "From the way I see it, you're enjoying this quite a lot, isn't that right?" He carefully put her on the bed and she pulled herself in the middle of the mattress.

"I am. But I think we would be enjoying this a lot more, if you finally got rid of this outrageous number of clothes."

"Says the woman, that's still fully dressed."

Pushing herself up on her elbows, she gave him a challenging look. "Well, are you gonna do something about that?"

He was on the bed and straddling her waist, before she had finished the sentence, his lips on hers and his hands basically everywhere, as he methodically took off her clothes. "God, Lizzie…seeing you in that cop uniform was hot, but seeing you like this?" His fingers ghosted over her red panties. They didn't match with her bra, but he couldn't care less, both items would be gone soon anyway, though the fact that she was wearing red panties aroused him even further. "You're so beautiful."

"God, Red, you're still in your clothes!"

"Always so impatient," he said fondly, touching his lips to her chest.

To take things into her own hands, she reach out and started loosening his tie, of course he wasn't helping her at all, he was busy touching her all over.

"Reeeed," she stressed.

"Lizzie, please, I'm busy here."

She pinched his side then. "Lose the pants, now."

He muttered something along the lines of 'the nerve of that woman', but followed her order, basically ripping off his belt, before shoving his pants down, kicking off his shoes and socks in the process. He was back on the bed within seconds. Much to her dismay he had taken her by the word and was still wearing his jacket, tie and dress shirt, plus whatever layers he was wearing underneath it.

"You're unbelievable," she said, her fingers stroking over his shaved head.

"You are unbelievable. Unbelievably gorgeous."

She pulled him up to give him a quick kiss. "You're quite the charmer."

"I do try," he replied, kissing her back.

"Get undressed."

"You first," he told her as his hands found the clasp of her bra. He took a full minute just staring at her exposed breasts as if in trance. Before she could complain about the cold though, his hot mouth was on one of her nipples, while his hand worked on the other one. She moaned, arching her back into his touch. This was too good. A single touch wasn't supposed to feel this good.

Next were her panties. He took his time kissing over the waistband, nuzzling his nose over the lace. She thought she would die, when he started pulling them down with his teeth. Soon enough he had her naked before him and couldn't resist licking his lips. He was staring at her as if she were his last supper.

He started kissing over her inner thighs, starting at her knees, switching from left to right. Why did he have to be so thorough? She wanted him and now. Liz was pulled out of her thoughts, when she felt his tongue at the place she needed him the most. Out of reflex, she bucked into him, throwing her head back as she moaned loudly.

His arm came up to lie protectively over her stomach. The way she was bucking up, she might throw him off otherwise. He loved it. Loved everything about her. His Lizzie was passionate and so very beautiful and by god Petty Officer Virginia Sherman had nothing on her. He would never want to taste anything ever again as badly as his Lizzie.

Red drove her mad, almost to the point where she tipped over the edge, but he would stop whenever she seemed to come too close.

"Red! RedRedRedRed… please!" She almost made him spill inside his boxer shorts with the way she was begging him.

He took pity on her, or maybe on himself and moved upwards again, finding her lips with his. She didn't seem to mind to taste herself on him and it made him impossibly harder.

"Red, please!"

Getting to his knees, he took off his tie and threw it over his shoulder, before unbuttoning his shirt. The crisp white undershirt was next and he didn't hesitate a second, deciding not to worry about what she might think of his marred skin. Her fingers went straight for his chest hair. Ruffling it, scratching through it and gently tugging, before following the happy trail towards the waistband of his boxer shorts.

She got up to her knees as well and pulled him in for a kiss, her hand slipping beneath the elastic band and finding his engorged member. He was scorching hot to the touch and she squeezed slightly, feeling him buck into her fist, as his mouth dropped open with a soundless groan.

But Liz wanted sound, wanted to hear him lose control. So she tugged down his boxershorts, freeing his erection from the material and started stroking up and down, only shy of developing a rhythm. When her thumb stroked over his sensitive head, Liz heard the first oh, so sweet sounds, coming from him.

"Lizzie," he groaned, desperately clutching at her.

She started kissing over his chest, deeply inhaling his scent. She wanted to bottle it up so she could sniff at it whenever she wanted to. The dark curls were addicting, she loved how it felt against her skin. Moving further down, she felt him stop her before she had even gotten to his happy trail. She made a displeased noise in the back of her throat, but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Sweetheart, I can't," he pressed out. "I won't be able to…"

She had done this. Had made the man lose his control. She would have never thought she could do this. He saw the cheeky glint in her eyes and tightened his grip on her.

"Lizzie."

"It's okay," she replied, gently stroking his erection. "Let go."

He growled at that. "Absolutely not." Tightening his grip on her wrist, he pulled at her hand. "I will not have our first time end with me spilling over myself like a randy teenager."

"You won't. It'll be over my hand. Or my tongue, if I can get it my way."

Now that almost had him coming. He grabbed both of her hands and pushed her backwards, holding them above her head. "You little minx. If I had known you were harboring those…" he moved his jaw, looking for the right word. "lascivious thoughts… I would've taken you right there in the back of the van." She moaned when his teeth nipped sharply at her breast. "You're going to regret teasing me like that, because I'll have you known, Elizabeth, I'm a master when it comes to teasing. I'll push you to the edge, but won't let you tip over. Not for hours at least." While he spoke those words, he pushed a single finger into her, randomly swiping his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Red!" She moaned loudly. "Red, please!"

His tongue flicked over her nipple, just like he had done on another part of her anatomy and he added another finger. Just like he had promised, he played her body like a pro and had pushed her to the edge within short minutes. But as he had also promised, he didn't push her over.

She was moaning and trashing beneath him, begging him to let her come, but he wouldn't listen.

"I told you, Lizzie, in a couple of hours maybe."

While he was busy playing her body, she managed to get one of her wrists from his grip and grabbed onto the back of his head, pulling him to eye level. "You can do whatever you want next time, but please, please, Red, I need you."

His breath caught in his throat. "Whatever I want?"

"Yes! Yes, everything, just… god, Raymond!" She bit down on her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, while his whole body was shivering in response to her use of his full name.

Mewling when suddenly his fingers left her core, she was pleasantly surprised to feel his hot hardness press against her opening. Her eyes shot open, finding his. It was as if he was reading her mind through her eyes, looking deep into her soul. Her hand moved to the side of his neck, where her index finger found the small scar again. He had been hers ever since she had stuck that pen through his skin. It was time.

"Make me yours."

His eyes were halfmast and his nostrils flared, he looked entirely too enticing like that. Her thoughts were short lived as he pushed forward, burying himself in her wet heat. He was much bigger than she was used to, she should've gathered that from when she had touched him, but it felt so good, so right.

"Breathe, sweetheart." She heard him say.

She pulled him close, so she could kiss him properly. "Red… so good."

"God, Lizzie…" He pushed deeper into her until he was fully consumed by her and her legs wrapped themselves around his back. She was clinging to him with everything she had. "Lizzie… my love."

Within seconds she was a trembling mess in his arms, moaning his name over and over again, a death grip on his body. Her constricting muscles almost pulled him over the edge with her, but he was determined to make her fly at least once more, before allowing himself the same.

She looked so exotic, with her head thrown back, exposing her beautiful neck to his lips, her back arched so her breasts were pressed against his chest. His Lizzie was like a wild animal and he loved it, loved that she lost control with him.

He blindly reached for a pillow and shoved it under her, the new angle driving her mad immediately. He gradually increased the speed of his movements and continued pushing mercilessly into her. Her eyes and mouth dropped open in sync and Red couldn't help but stare at her as she released her cries of pleasure. It only took him a couple of more strokes until he fell apart as well, shuddering through his high as they continued to cling to each other.

After long moment, they finally pulled apart, though Red had her quickly tucked into his side, unable to let go of her for too long. She smelled delicious. Of her, of him, of sex. It made his heart beat faster.

Her nails gently scratched through the curls on his chest and he pressed a kiss to her head. "I feel like I'm ruining this blissful moment… but, Lizzie… I should've asked before… protection-wise…" he trailed off.

"It's fine, we're fine."

"That wouldn't be ideal… not that I wouldn't want that, but, I mean… I don't… I just mean… right now…"

She kissed him to shut him up. "Does that always happen afterwards?" She asked, chuckling.

He sighed, somewhat embarrassed by his words. "I wouldn't know… this was our first time."

Liz loved how his mind worked, how he always knew what to say to make her all warm inside. "We could've been doing this for months."

Even though he loved the idea, he knew that it wasn't really true. "Well… let's just say that things were more complicated back then and leave it at that."

"Mhm… true… so let's talk about the future then," she started and inside he felt like groaning, he didn't want to. "When can this happen again?"

He looked down at her and found her staring up at him. "Pardon me?"

She rolled her eyes as her hand drifted from his chest hair downwards, disappearing under the blanket. Her fingers closed around him and she caressed him gently. "How long do you need to get this working again?"

He moaned and twitched in her hand, but he knew that there was no chance he could go again right away. "God, Lizzie." Turning her on her back, he took her mouth in a deep kiss. "You're insatiable."

"I want you."

She really was a minx. Grinning broadly, he reached for something on the nightstand. "You did say whatever I wanted," he said, dangling the handcuffs in front of her face.