Liz and Samar had spent their last day in London wandering the city streets, stealing kisses here and there, reveling in the simple pleasure of being hand in hand after three long, lonely months apart. In the evening, they'd joined Red for dinner back at the safe house, then spent the night comfortably curled in each other's arms.

Liz woke the next morning to warm sunshine streaming through the window onto her face and the feel of Samar's arm draped loosely across her waist. Samar was still asleep, her even breaths puffing against the back of Liz's neck. She smiled. Despite everything she'd been dealing with – being a fugitive wanted by her government, the fallout of remembering killing her father, not knowing if she would ever see her friends or Samar again, everything – Liz was undeniably happy in this moment, with Samar's breath on her neck, Samar's chest pressed to her back, Samar's legs tangled with her own.

Liz glanced to the bedside table, noting the time on the clock. Just after six a.m. She snuggled back further into Samar, closing her eyes. They could sleep a bit more before starting their new adventure in Amsterdam. But Samar was a light sleeper; Liz immediately felt Samar's arm tightening around her. She heard a relaxed sigh behind her, felt Samar's soft exhale brushing the hair at the nape of her neck. She reached for Samar's hand, lacing their fingers together loosely.

"Good morning, beautiful," Samar murmured, her voice rough with sleep.

Liz grinned, turning to face Samar, resting her hand in the dip of Samar's waist and resituating their legs in a new tangle. "Morning, sexy," she replied, brushing her lips against Samar's, light as a feather.

Samar trailed her fingers down Liz's spine, deepening the kiss. After a moment, Liz pulled back, returning her head to the pillow, smiling softly at Samar. "Remember the first time we had sex? How nervous you were?"

Samar chuckled. "I was not nervous. What are you talking about?" she asked playfully.

Liz giggled, kissing the corner of Samar's upturned mouth. "Yes you were. It was adorable. You took charge to make me feel more comfortable because you knew I was nervous and that I'd never been with a woman, but don't think you fooled me, Samar. Profilers see all," she smirked.

"Alright, fine. I was nervous. But only because I wanted it to be perfect for you," Samar admitted, pressing her forehead to Liz's and closing her eyes.

"You're always so careful with me and I fall in love with you a little more each time," Liz murmured.

"I love you so very much, Lizzie."

Liz huffed a surprised laugh against Samar's lips, then pulled back an inch to look into her eyes. "You never call me Lizzie."

"I thought I'd try something new," Samar replied straightforwardly. "But I think Reddington has claimed that name, so I'll probably stick to Liz," she smirked.

"You can call me anything you want," Liz murmured. She moved closer to Samar's ear, nipping at the lobe before whispering, "Especially in a few minutes when I make you come."

And suddenly she had rolled Samar onto her back, her knee between Samar's legs, kissing her deeply, tongue sweeping softly against the roof of her mouth. When she moved her lips to Samar's neck, Samar laughed breathlessly. "Feeling bold this morning?"

Liz responded by biting the juncture of Samar's neck and shoulder gently.

"I'll take that as a yes," Samar rasped out.

Liz moved back to Samar's mouth. "You should definitely take that as a yes," she mumbled against Samar's lips, nipping lightly. She slid her hands up Samar's sides, pushing her shirt up as she went.

They had both slept braless the night before, and Liz quickly trailed her lips down the valley of Samar's breasts. She flicked her tongue over each nipple, blowing gently until the cold air on her now-damp breasts had Samar's breath hitching in her chest.

Liz lifted herself up to hover above Samar for a moment, taking in her beauty as she lay beneath her, already flushed. "God, you're perfect, Samar. I can't believe you're mine."

Samar reached up, twisting a falling strand of Liz's hair around her finger. "I am yours. Always, delbar-am."

Liz's heart swelled and she smiled, immediately diving back down, taking a nipple in her mouth and trailing her hand down Samar's stomach. She was impatient to taste her again, even though this was their third time making love in less than twenty-four hours. She felt almost insatiable, but she couldn't help herself – she'd missed Samar so much.

She moved to the other nipple, then hurriedly kissed her way down to the waistband of Samar's pants, clumsily pulling them down and off of Samar's long legs. She tossed them to the side, dipping her head down to Samar's already-wet panties. She placed a soft kiss over the dark, widening circle, then quickly pulled the underwear off, throwing them in the same direction as the pants.

Liz ran her hands reverently over Samar's wide hips, stroking her thumbs against her sides. She pressed her lips to Samar's inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her dark curls and aching core.

At the first gentle touch of Liz's tongue, barely grazing her folds, Samar gasped. Liz forced herself to move slowly at first, lapping gently, but as Samar's back began to arch, she stiffened her tongue, pushing it deeper inside, running it up to Samar's clit, circling it lightly with the tip of her tongue. She moved away from her clit for a moment, slowly pushing one finger into Samar. She worked it in and out slowly, then, as Samar's breathing quickened, more swiftly. She moved her lips back to Samar's clit, teasing it with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth.

"Liz," Samar whimpered, clutching the bedsheets in her fists.

Liz kissed her clit lovingly before pushing another finger inside, her other hand gripping Samar's hip tightly. She curled her fingers, and Samar cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, swearing in Farsi as Liz's tongue relentlessly worked at her clit. "Harder," she whispered breathlessly.

Liz did as requested, quickening her pace, pumping her fingers in and out, swiping the flat of her tongue slowly across Samar's clit, and finally reaching up Samar's body to pinch her nipple.

Samar's toes curled as she fell apart, shouting out her release, attempting to buck her hips while Liz held her down and continued lapping at her folds. She shut her eyes, shuddering through the aftershocks until she was lying still, breathing hard, recovering from the wave of pleasure Liz had just given her.

When Samar spoke, her words were still interspersed with heavy breaths. "Shit. You…" She trailed off, pushing loose strands of hair out of her face. "You are a goddess. You said I could call you whatever I want to call you? That is what I choose from now on: Elizabeth, goddess of sex."

Liz dropped her head to Samar's stomach, laughing uncontrollably, her hair brushing lightly against Samar's skin, before she crawled back up Samar's body to be closer to her. Samar slid her hands underneath Liz's shirt, wanting to feel her skin against her palms, as Liz collapsed on top of her, still laughing. "I did say anything, so I suppose I can't object," she giggled against Samar's lips before kissing her deeply.

They basked in the pure joy of closeness, holding each other for a few minutes, then rolled out of bed to get ready for the day's travels, the next part of their journey. Samar grinned as she tugged Liz toward the shower, eager to taste her, to repay the favor.

A few hours later, after one last visit to Bonnie's where they filled an entire box with raspberry tarts for the trip, they were on their way to Amsterdam. Liz didn't know how long it would take to clear her name and take down the Cabal. She didn't know how long she would be on the run, or what her future had in store for her. She had to keep running – from the FBI, the Cabal, her friends, and her past. Sometimes she questioned whether she even knew herself at all; those moments required her to dig deep inside herself for reminders that the things she had done and the things that had happened to her didn't define who she was.

But truthfully, none of that mattered to Liz anymore. Not as much, anyway. As long as she was with Samar – as long as they were together – she was home.