You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand?
He invited her to sit on the old bench outside the safe house they were sharing for the month, giving her a glass of a wonderful wine when she came and sit right beside him. These little talks between them were becoming common now. He'd come, ask her if she'd like to talk or walk around whatever place they'd be at the time. Reddington was always so tuned to her feelings...Was she really that easy to read, still? Or maybe there was something else about this man who came to her life and changed everything...
Usually they'd talk about nothing really important, about books, music, anything that could be used as a distraction to the real situation they're in. But sometimes Elizabeth couldn't run away from reality and then, she'd again attack him with questions and accusations. She couldn't help it. Red could be so stubborn, so infuriating that accuse him of things would be the only way to break through his façade and make him react, stop him from keeping his mask. Tonight she asked about her mom and again he deflected. And his silence hurt her, so much. And she told him so, leaving her place right beside him on the bench and walking alway, her hands on the door knob when his larger one held hers and pushed her body towards his.
- "Wait. Please Elizabeth, hear me out" .- She could hear the fear in his voice. He was trapping her between his body and the door.
-"Why should I? I can understand now that you want to protect me Red, I can accept it even thought I'm capable of doing it myself. I stopped drawing lines between us because everytime I tried you came and blew them off. But you never told me your reasons to do so, and everytime I try to think of just one reason, you do something to show me that I was wrong. I'm tired of it. " - Looking at him, she could see that he was tired too. Why couldn't he take both of them out of their misery? She just wanted his honesty.
- "You know I can't always tell you everything, because you may believe that you can protect yourself from our enemies Lizzie, but you can't. You can't fight this alone and you have other things to remember from that night. Believe me when I say I share your frustration but with time you'll see that I have a very good reason to do everything I did. At least when it comes to you, sweetheart."- It seemed like he was pleading with her for something. She had no clue of what he was asking of her. It was maddening.
- "I don't know if I can do that Red. I don't know if I can wait fo you. For the moment when you won't be afraid of what I might feel towards you when all the truth is finally revealed." And with that, Lizzie knew she had found his weakness. His fear of losing her was right there in his tearful, bright green eyes.
-"You can't run forever Elizabeth." - his hold on her arms tighter. She could feel the heat of his body, his expensive cologne hitting her nostrils, something masculine and earthy. He looked right through her eyes, searching for something with such intensity. Her legs suddenly weak. It was now or never. She needed to let him know.
- "Who says I wanna Run, Red?"- closing the distance between their faces, she felt his whole body go rigid, like waiting for any attack on her part. This broke her.
- "Don't you?" - His voice just a whisper now. He could almost taste her. He didn't dare to make any moviment.
- "No."
She kissed him.
"With a breath of air, they desappear"