Author's Note: Chapter 9 ends like so.
"Don't make me be the girl who pesters you," Elizabeth pleaded with what she hoped was, at least, an ounce of dignity. Granted, it was a feeble kind of hope.
She couldn't reconcile with the possibility of becoming an unwanted woman. Surely, Reddington couldn't be so cruel - because destroying the pedestal he had put her on would have her soul crippled. He should know that.
He was seated in an armchair, looking at her with worried eyes. She'd refused to sit down.
Silly girl, as if having the advantage of a greater height would help.
"It's been a terribly long day, Lizzie, and a stressful one. Can we po-,"
"No, I can't," a forceful rejection of his unfinished attempt to postpone their conversation. "You can't dismiss what happened between us. And it wasn't a mistake or an accident," she warned. "Falling on your face is a mistake. What we did was something we both wanted."
"I have nothing to say to you tonight, Lizzie. See yourself out," he gave her a look that devastated her.
Her dignity screamed at her, but her desire for him was making her deaf and stupid.
And so she acted stupidly. Felt herself walking towards him. She straddled his lap swiftly in order to prevent his rationality from taking over.
She moved up and down, without shame.
"Elizabeth, that's enough," he sounded dangerous and right on the brink of eruption. Good.
"We had sex three times less than three days ago. I know what "enough" looks like." More friction.
He grew hard.
"I know what "enough" feels like," she informed. She wasn't playing fair. She pressed herself against him hard and stayed there. Kissing him on the mouth the way she did wasn't fair.
So, he decided not playing fair wasn't beneath him after all. He kissed back. Bit her mouth hard. Lifted his hips to meet her persistence.
"There's never "enough" with you," he told her and inserted his hand inside her pants.
He came inside her again that night.