A/N This is the end of this particular story. I may continue it once I see where TPTB take the show in Season 2. I've had a great time writing this and I can't tell you how much I appreciate each and every review I have received. I'm sure I'll be writing something new soon. I may try a few one-shots rather than another multi-chapter story.
Thank you again for sticking with this.
Disclaimer: I still don't own the Blacklist. I just love playing in their sandbox.
It had taken another week before Lizzie declared Red was sufficiently healed to do more than sleep next to her. It had taken enormous self control by both of them to share a bed. Red had on a daily basis told Lizzie that she was torturing him by not doing more than holding each other and sharing deep, wet, open mouthed kisses. Liz told him to be quiet and to stop complaining. She told him he wasn't the only who wanted more.
Once they had reached the point where they either needed to take the making out to the next step or stop, they shared stories of their lives. While Red knew a lot of her early years there were gaps. He loved hearing anything she wanted to share, even if it was something he already knew about her. For Lizzie she was learning more about the man behind the mask he wore as the "Concierge of Crime".
It was on the third night that Red shared all of the information that he'd been able to gather on what had happened to his wife and his daughter Grace. He'd talked for hours. He told Lizzie the true story of that long ago Christmas Eve, the running out of gas when he thought he'd had plenty of gas that morning. The trek home through a heavy snow storm, reaching the house only to find blood everywhere and his wife stabbed to death. There was no sign of his daughter and all he could hope was that she was still alive.
When he'd shared what he'd found in the house, tears had started to flow down his cheeks. as he reached the end he'd started to cry in earnest. Lizzie had held him without saying a word. She knew nothing she said would make his loss any easier to bear. The only thing she could do for him was to simply be there in whatever capacity he needed.
Red had eventually regained control and for minutes he'd laid there silently.
"In all the years since it happened I've never allowed myself to weep for my wife and child. Please forgive me for my loss of control." Red said stiffly.
"Red you have nothing to be ashamed of, you need to mourn them before you can move on without their ghosts haunting you." Lizzie said as she continued to slowly rub her hands over his back.
Red slowly pulled away from her and said, "How about we pick a more pleasant subject? I've been thinking that I'd like to change safe houses before we take this relationship to the next step. You haven't said anything, but I can tell you are not completely comfortable here since the bug incident. I want you relaxed and thinking only about us. I don't want you worried that the FBI is going to come busting in and hauling us both off to jail."
As Red sat up against the headboard on a nest of pillows cushioning his back, Lizzie sat cross-legged on her side of the bed facing him.
'I haven't been comfortable here since Ressler's last visit. I know it's silly, but I was afraid you'd be angry and tell me that I was being a child. I'd love to move somewhere else where I can forget about what kind of surveillance might still be here." Lizzie said keeping her eyes trained on the sheet that covered him to his waist.
Red reached out and covered her hand that was absentmindedly stroking the scar on her palm. "Don't ever think that I'll find your thoughts or concerns silly. I love you and all I want is for you to happy. If that means moving to another safe house we'll do it. If we have to move a dozen times until we find the house that makes you happy we will do it."
The next day they packed up and moved into the presidential suite at the Jefferson hotel in D.C.. The suite encompassed the whole top floor of one wing of the hotel. No one would be able to overhear them no matter how loud they got. With a private little grin she admitted to herself that she wanted to be free to scream if she wanted to do so. With Tom she'd always been quiet, with hardly a moan breaking the quiet of their bedroom. She suspected that had more to do with the kind of lover that Tom was and that it wouldn't be the case with Red.
The door had barely closed behind the bell man when Red grabbed Lizzie and pressed her back against the wall. He quickly covered her lips with his own. He had slipped his tongue past her lips and into her mouth before she'd realized what had happened. She may have been a bit slow joining in the kiss, but she quickly pressed her lips against his and raised her hand to rest on the back of Red's neck. When they finally broke apart Lizzie quickly started undressing him. His hat was flung in the direction of the sofa, his vest and jacket were dropped at their feet. As she started reaching for his tie he clutched at her hands and pulled her into the first bedroom he found.
In just moments they lay naked in the bed. Red laid covering her body with his own. He let out a rumbling groan as Lizzie reached down to stroke his hard member, spreading the pre-cum down and around it. Neither of them would be able to handle much in the way of foreplay this time. When she felt he was ready she started guiding him into place. Red had been stroking up and down her side gently and fondling her breast. He'd started lowering his head to take her nipple into his mouth when he felt her pulling him closer. He threw his left hand onto the pillow next to her head to keep from crushing her.
"I can't wait any longer Red, please, I need you now." Liz pleaded.
"Anything you want love, just please call me Ray or Raymond. Red has no place here between us."
"Ray now, please!"
The sound of Lizzie call him Ray was almost enough to make him come right there and then. He could only imagine what Lizzie would say if that happened. At his age he didn't bounce back as quickly as he did when he was younger. He didn't want their first time to be a disappointment to her.
He allowed her to guide him into place, but he quickly reached down to make sure she was truly ready. He didn't want to cause her any pain. He didn't need to worry, she was just as ready as him. He slowly entered her, allowing her time to become accustomed to his size. She felt so good. When he was sheathed fully he paused waiting for her to let him know she was ready for more.
Dear God he was big was all she could think as he slid deeper and deeper. She couldn't help the little pleasured sounds that escaped her. It took her a moment to realize that Red, er Ray was motionless. Liz wrapped her legs around his hips and gave her hips a little thrust upwards. Getting the sign he was looking for, Red propped himself up on his forearms and looked down into her eyes as he pulled back until only the head of his penis remained inside her. He thrust back in and started setting a steady rhythm moving in and out feeling her internal muscles pulling at him with every thrust. Their pace grew faster and faster. Red reached a hand down between their bodies to begin a firm circular motion over her clitoris. Within moments Lizzie was climaxing. She felt electricity shooting throughout her body. She heard someone screaming and cursing. It wasn't until felt Ray scraping his teeth over the tendons in her neck that she realized it was her screaming. If she'd been with Tom that would have embarrassed her, but then she'd never felt like screaming in pleasure with him
Lizzie heard Red moaning as he strove for his own orgasm. He started thrusting into her harder and harder, his thrusts become more and more erratic. Red clenched down hard on the pillow with his hand and giving one last deep thrust he came. Panting heavily he slowly lowered himself back down until he again covered her. He slowly opened eyes he didn't remember closing. He looked into Lizzie's eyes and she gave a little smile seeing that his pupils were blown so wide that she could barely see any green. Red closed in and gave her a tender kiss.
"I love you Lizzie."
"I love you too Ray. I can't believe I thought what I had with Tom was love. What I feel for you is so much more than what I felt for him." Lizzie said as brought her hand up to cup his cheek. "I'm going to miss not being able to spend all day with you. I knew I'd eventually have to go back to work, but that is the last thing I want to do now."
Red wished she didn't have to back either, but it had to be done. Until they managed to resolve the Berlin issue no one was safe. He wondered if she realized she would need to find her own place to live. It didn't mean she had to live there, but to keep the FBI in the dark she had to have her own place.
"I'm hesitant to bring this up considering where we are right now, but Lizzie have you thought about where you want to live? The FBI needs to believe that you are living separate from me. We will spend as much time together as possible, FBI be damned. I can have someone find an apartment or house for you. It can be big enough for Hudson as well. You won't have time for house hunting once we pull the bureau into our hunt." Red forced himself to stop rambling. Only Lizzie could bring out this nervous side of him.
Lizzie wiggled a little closer so she could use his shoulder as a pillow. "That sounds good. I'm sure your people will find a place faster than I could. Just keep in mind I have to be able to afford it on my salary. There is no negotiating on that point. Now go to sleep. We can deal with everything tomorrow."
