AN: The final chapter of my PWP smut fic inspired by my Aussie mate, who was nice enough to beta this fic for me. Thanks for your feedback, it's always welcome. I'm so excited for the new season. Lizzington FTW. In Spader We Trust.

Disclaimer: not mine

Chapter 4

"You did say whatever I wanted," he said, dangling the handcuffs in front of her face.

Her eyes widened for a moment. She had never felt comfortable enough with anyone to let herself be tied up before.

His gaze softened and he leaned down to kiss her gently, his fingers running soothingly over her sides. "It's okay. We don't have to."

"I want to."

"Lizzie."

"Red."

They looked at each other for long moments.

"Sweetheart."

"I trust you," she said, shutting him up. To emphasize her point, she shuffled towards the headboard and held up her hands.

Red had to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat. "You're the most incredible woman I've ever met."

"So, are you gonna do this or not?"

He grinned and playfully slapped her behind. "Don't rush me." He watched the way her eyes darkened, as she rubbed her legs together. "Oh, Lizzie… have I just found your kinky side?" She blushed at his words. "And here I thought you were disgusted by my story."

Liz rolled her eyes. "I was."

"Mhm… I'm not sure." His fingers danced over her skin, before he slapped her again. "You see? I don't believe you were."

"I was. Because you were talking about THAT woman."

He kissed the tip of her nose, earning himself an adorable giggle. "It really is endearing that you're that… possessive. I assure you, it's not necessary. This reminds me, Petty Officer Virginia Sherman was –"

She pressed her hand over his mouth. "You really need to learn to stop talking."

Red smiled against her palm, before taking her wrist in his hand, pursing his lips against her skin and it was only then that she realized it was her scarred hand. "I thought my silence was the reason you always get mad."

"Raymond," she started and he couldn't help the small moan at the use of his full name again. "If you ever want any of this again, I suggest you stop this now."

He nodded and the next moment she found herself chained to the headboard. "Then let's not waste any more time. Get on your knees."

Of course it had to be Red that made her question if maybe, maybe she was into some of this stuff. "What?"

"Get on your knees," he said again. "Hold onto the headboard." She did as he was told, shivering before he had even touched her. Feeling his fingers at her neck, made her turn her head to look at him. He was carefully pushing her hair off her neck so he could place a kiss there. "You're so beautiful," he told her, kissing her full on the lips.

Red started kissing his way over her back, his hands caressing her front. She was twitching all over and he couldn't help but smile. "I did say I would just love driving you crazy for hours, didn't I?"

"Red…"

"We haven't even got started, sweetheart." He gently pushed against her back and held onto her hips, so they were slightly raised in the air. "You have no idea how beautiful of a view this is."

Usually she would feel awkward, she always did when he was looking intently at her, but she was too aroused by his behavior. She wanted to touch him or herself, she didn't care but being cuffed to the headboard was already too much. Letting her head rest against her arm, Liz started rubbing her legs together as good as she could manage.

It wasn't long until he had noticed, of course, and she soon felt the stinging sensation of where he had smacked her rear end once again. The worst part was, that this was turning her own even further. "None of that. Spread your legs a little. Yes, just like that. My, Lizzie," he said, his voice dropping another notch. "I wouldn't have expected you to be quite this… responsive."

She wanted to complain. About anything really, the way he was still talking, instead of doing and that it was probably because he couldn't get it up, even though it had been long minutes since they had had sex. She was a bitch when she didn't get what she wanted and she wanted him, now. Her lips parted and she was about to tell him exactly what her thoughts were on the matter, when, without warning, his mouth was right there. A cry left her throat and she pushed back against him, the cuffs jingling.

He smacked her right butt cheek again and she could feel that the flesh was growing hot there already. "Stay still." She only moaned in response. He was teasing her to the point where she was ready to shoot him, if she had a gun. She was oversensitive and knew that one touch to the right spot, could make her see stars, but she was also rather sure, that he knew that as well and so he kept avoiding said spot.

Liz felt like sobbing. This was good, too good, too much. Never had another human being paid that much attention to her body or her needs. Not even her 'loving husband' had ever taken care of her like that. It was beautiful but also painful to realize that she used to love more than she was being loved. Until now. Red had told her violence and sex balanced on the blade of a knife was a sensuous battle and it was, even though she could hardly count this as violence. The thin line between pleasure and pain wasn't being crossed here.

Another smack was delivered to her reddish butt and she gasped at the feeling. "Are you perhaps losing interest?" He asked and she shook her head, afraid that if she spoke up, he would hear the emotion in her voice. "Good," he said, squeezing her flesh. "Jesus, Lizzie… I'd have never thought I would ever have you in a position like this. No pun intended." He was still mercilessly teasing her, but whenever she tried getting herself over the edge, he would pinch or slap her.

"Please," she got out.

"Please, what?"

He could be a bastard, but she could always take revenge later. Now was not the time. "Please, fuck me!"

Apparently he had not counted on her to say that, because she could feel him buck involuntarily against her, his fingers twitching at her hips. He decided to forgo a smartass reply and instead shuffled closer, pushing into her until he was fully buried inside of her.

It was rough and quick, but oh, so good and Liz was sure she had blacked out for a moment or two. Her heart was basically ready to jump out of her chest, her wrists were aching, from where she had pulled too hard on the cuffs and her butt was probably as red as Rudolph's nose. Not that she was complaining, all together she was sated and very much so.

She waited patiently as Red gently cleaned her up with a wet towel he had gotten. She wanted to tell him that a quick shower would be more efficient, but she really couldn't care less at the moment. He unlocked the cuffs and carefully inspected her wrists, taking turns kissing each of them. "We probably shouldn't have used these cuffs. I hope you won't get bruises. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Liz wanted to say that she was fine, but she was actually too exhausted and instead tucked her hands from his and laid down. That was when he looked at her face for the first time.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, Lizzie, I didn't mean to… I…"

Confusion was written across her face at his words. What was he talking about? The tic under his eye was going crazy. "You didn't," she finally said.

He didn't look as if he believed her as his he bit down on the inside of his cheek. "You're crying."

That surprised her. Liz raised a hand and wiped the back of it over her face and true to his words, she could feel wetness there. She felt fine, but Red on the other hand looked like he was about to start crying himself. Shuffling closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her. His heart was beating furiously, she could feel it banging against her own chest.

"Happy tears, Red, happy tears."

Only then he allowed himself to hug her back. "Are you sure?"

"Mhm… very sure," she replied, kissing his sideburn. "But I'm afraid I'm going to pass out now, you've worn me out." She pulled her head back and took his soft lips in a gentle kiss. "Sleep with me?"

He nodded and covered them both, before tugging her close again. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

"I promise you, you didn't." She closed her eyes, smiling when she felt him place a kiss on her closed eyelids.

"I lost control."

'When you love someone, you have no control. That's what love is - being powerless.'

She only held him closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

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She woke to the feeling of being watched, her eyes fluttering open and found herself staring into the most beautiful mix of blue and green. He blinked slowly, a small smile coming to his face.

"I considered kissing you awake, but I wasn't sure you'd appreciate it," he said, his voice rough with sleep.

She smiled back, stretching like a feline. "Well, you should've."

His lips were on hers immediately, as he pushed her back against the pillow, and she sighed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I never make the same mistake twice," he told her upon pulling back.

"You're my Prince Charming."

"I don't know about that, but I do know that you are more beautiful than Sleeping Beauty."

She pulled him closer, hugging him tightly, so that they were chest to chest, her nose nuzzling his short hair. "I really need a shower though. Come on, get up."

"You really don't. You smell… like you're mine."

Chuckling, she pressed her lips against his head, enjoying the way it left her skin with a tingling feeling. "If you're a good boy, you can join me."

"Alright, but just because I can't wait to see water rippling over your naked body. You have no idea how stunning you are, Lizzie."

Liz cupped his face in her palms and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "You're quite the talker. Now, move."

They were washed, dried and dressed within thirty minutes and Red had of course even found the time for some hanky panky. He was sitting in an arm chair, speaking to Eric about business and how Dembe would be handling any issues for a while now, when Liz walked up to them, handing him a cup of coffee, before planting herself right there on his lap. His arm went around her waist on reflex, but he was still very much surprised.

"Are you sure you don't want any coffee, Eric?" She asked.

"Thank you, dear, I've already had my cup. Ray, I'll just check if everything is ready for you," the man said, patting her on the shoulder as he went.

"You're beautiful," he said, once they were alone.

One of her arms was resting on his shoulder, her fingers running through his short hair and he had to resist purring at the touch. "You know, you don't have to keep up the sweet talk, you've already gotten me out of my pants."

He raised a brow at her, clearly not appreciating her train of thoughts. "I'm not saying this to simply say it. I'm saying it because it's true and because you should be told every day." Sometimes he wondered how that bastard had managed to charm himself into her life and to actually marry her.

She gently tugged at some of his hair, until he looked at her again, and then placed her lips on his, moaning into his mouth.

"You know, you could've just said that you're in a relationship. No need to go rub it in my face now."

Red's eyes sprang open and he watched both, Carol and Lizzie, glaring at each other.

"Maybe I didn't, because it's none of your fucking business."

"Shh…" He tried to calm her, his fingers slipping underneath her shirt. "Calm down, sweetheart."

"What?" She asked and he simply smiled at her.

Carol scoffed at the exchange. "And Raymond, you could've told me, too, you know?"

"I was just trying to be polite. I hadn't anticipated my Lizzie to be quite as… possessive." He wasn't even looking at her while he spoke those words, his eyes hadn't left the younger woman's for a second.

Shaking her head, she stemmed her hands in her waist. "You know what, if I was interested in having an affair, I'd find a man with hair," she spat and then walked off.

"That's the second time someone's said that to me."

Liz put the cup down and before he knew it, they were gently moving through his short hair. "I love your hair, but I'm probably biased."

"And why is that?" He chuckled.

"Because I'm in love with you."

His breath caught in his chest and he almost started coughing. His eyes moved over her face, trying to gauge her thoughts, anything really. "Lizzie?"

She shrugged, but he could see that she was nervous. "What can I say? It's true. It's been true for a while, I just didn't want to admit it. And I'm not expecting anything from you, I just wanted you to know," she hurried to explain.

The empty cup and saucer fell to the floor, as he crashed her mouth to his, kissing her with newfound passion. He didn't care if people looked at them, because he was pretty sure they were, but he finally had the woman he loved telling him she was feeling the same for him as well.

"I love you, Lizzie," he told her as soon as they had pulled back. "I love you. I'm so very much in love with you." He pulled her close once more, smiling into her mouth as people started yelling at them to get a room already.

Things were far from ideal, but with her by his side, they would manage. They would face it and confront it... engage it. And maybe- maybe... they prevail and rise above it. Together.