Smutty. So very smutty. But there's some story in the middle of the smut so you still have to read it. Okay? Please review! Much love!
With Tom out of the picture and the blacksite moved to a new, safer location, Elizabeth had thought things would settle down. As usual, she was wrong. The Cyprus Agency case really threw her for a loop. As someone who had been planning to adopt a child, the thought of receiving a stolen baby was horrendous. And, for whatever reason, the case seemed to make Red tense. He was gone most of the time, never telling her where he was going or how long he would be gone. He didn't have his usual sense of humor about him, and as close as they were growing, she still did not feel as though she had the right to ask him why.
There was also a strange tension between Red and Agent Malick. It felt as though Meera was withdrawing from their little team, leaving in the middle of important discussions and not throwing in her two cents when they really needed all the help they could get. Maybe she didn't think that anyone had noticed, but Elizabeth had. It was also a revelation to her that Meera had a child. If she could keep that a secret, what other secrets was she keeping? Elizabeth also had a feeling that there was something going on between Meera and Red. Nothing romantic, of course. Red was many things, but a cheater wasn't one of them. However, some of the looks that she and Red exchanged when they thought no one was looking… something was definitely going on.
On the night that the case came to a head, Elizabeth had finally had enough. It was well past midnight and Red had not come to see her. He hadn't even called, and that wasn't like him. She was beginning to worry. She picked up the phone and dialed his number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. She wasn't even aware that Red had voicemail on his phone. Now she was really worried. Not even bothering to change out of her sweats and t-shirt, she threw on a coat and drove herself directly to where she knew he was staying. Lights were on…he was definitely home. A certain dread filled her as she knocked on his door. She was expecting Dembe to answer, so she was a little caught off guard when Red answered the door. She took a moment to take in his appearance. His shirt was untucked and his tie was gone, his shoes were off, and his eyes were definitely red-rimmed.
"Lizzie… what are you doing out so late? It's been a rough day. You should be in bed."
"I wasn't planning on going out. I called you and you didn't answer."
Red sighed and opened the door widely, ushering her in.
"Forgive me, Lizzie. I'm not feeling like myself tonight."
"I don't think you've been feeling like yourself for a while. Red, I may be a little naïve at times, but I'm not stupid. What's going on?"
Red simply stared at the lettering on her t-shirt and offered no answer. Elizabeth was pissed.
"You expect me to be honest with you and you tell me I can come to you with anything and yet you don't extend the same trust to me. How can you honestly think we're going to have a relationship like that? Because we can't. And I won't."
Red still offered her nothing and she felt defeated.
"I'm done with this."
She turned to go and felt Red's hand grasp her coat. Their eyes met and for a moment he looked lost. It was scary to think that he could look like that. Red was always sure of himself, always sure of everything. He let go of her coat and reached up to take her arm.
"We need to talk. I was being selfish in putting this off. Please come in and sit down."
Elizabeth didn't respond, but she pushed past him and into the living room, shedding her coat and laying it over the arm of couch. She sat at the end of the couch and pushed herself as far into the corner as she could, putting distance between herself and Red, who seated himself on the other end.
"You want to know about Agent Malick."
Of course he knew she suspected something.
"Is there anything I should know about her?"
Red smiled slightly and laced his fingers together over the back of the couch.
"No, only that I was lead for some time to believe that she was the mole."
"And she's not?"
"Do you think she would be alive right now if she were? I don't take what happened that day lightly. No, she is as innocent as a CIA agent can be. But she was very helpful in leading me to the actual mole."
Elizabeth was startled.
"You know who betrayed us?"
"I do. And she's dead. Diane Fowler was a traitorous bitch. Who knew?"
"Why would she do that? What possible motivation could she have had to…?"
"I didn't ask. She would have lied anyway. You know, I've found that shortcuts are not for me. I'll find out what really happened and you can be sure that people are going to pay."
Elizabeth flushed. The intensity in Red's eyes was usually reserved for… other things. Still… she couldn't let herself get sidetracked.
"I've heard it through the grapevine that people are already paying. I know what you've been up to when I'm not around."
"Oh have you? I know… I've been a very bad boy. Are you going to punish me?"
Again, Elizabeth flushed but she stood her ground.
"If you keep going the way you're going the FBI is going to punish you and their spankings are not as fun as mine."
Red laughed, thoroughly enjoying where their conversation was going.
"Everything seems more fun when you're around. Please tell me you don't actually think the FBI can touch me. I've pissed off more powerful people and I still manage to come through unscathed. Tell me, Lizzie, are you going to try and stop me?"
"Where's Grey?"
The joking light left his eyes.
"I'm guessing you already know."
"I didn't until just now."
Red ran his hand through the stubble on his head and closed his eyes, only opening them when he felt Elizabeth's hand on his knee.
"I consider myself a fair, forgiving man. I would have forgiven him for most anything, done anything for him. He was my friend. But his hand in Luli's death was too great to forgive, and I won't apologize for what I had to do. In the end he knew he had to die, and he went like a gentleman. I honor him for that."
They sat in silence for what felt like forever, until Elizabeth finally found her voice.
"So is it over?"
Red took her hand in his and flipped it over on his knee, tracing the scar on her palm over and over again as if he were trying to memorize the feel.
"I wish I could say yes. But there are things… other things we need to discuss."
Elizabeth's heart sank. There would always be other things. Nothing would ever be simple for them.
"What other things?"
He pressed her palm to his lips, chastely kissing the soft skin.
"May I ask a favor of you, Lizzie?"
As ominous as the request sounded, she could deny him nothing.
"Ask."
"May we put this discussion off until the morning?"
"Why the morning?"
"Because tonight, I'd like to do this."
She was in his lap before she could figure out what had happened. His lips burned down every available inch of her skin he could find, and his held her tightly to him, as if she would even want to get away. He grinned against her shoulder when she tried to tug his shirt down his arms and he loosened his hold so she could get rid of the offending garment. She groaned when her hands wandered and found his undershirt. Red grasped her wrists when she tried to divest him of that too. He stood her up in front of him, blushing wildly when he slid her sweats down her legs, making sure his fingers brushed her skin the whole way. The blush only intensified when he motioned for her to turn around and pulled her down onto his lap, one hand snaked in between her legs, coaxing her to open up for him, and the other hand worked its way up her shirt. Elizabeth found it easy to forget that she was upset with him when his every part of his hand was working beneath her panties, his fingers slipping in and out of her while he whispered words of encouragement in her ear. She fervently hoped that they were alone in the house because her shuddering moan seemed to echo through the room when she came. Then the very same hands that had taken her apart stroked her arms, her hair, her stomach... seemingly in an attempt to put her back together. When the room was finally quiet again, free from her whimpers and pants, Red stood with her in his arms and made for the bedroom. She caught his eye and he smiled.
"There's only so much we can do on the couch, and I don't want to do it all in one night."
It always thrilled Elizabeth to hear him talk like that, like there was the possibility of a future between the two of them… a future where they would do things together. It gave her hope where she knew there should be none.
Red placed her on her feet by the bed and turned the bedside lamp on. She frowned when he stopped her from switching it back off.
"I like to watch you, Lizzie. Leave it on."
"Red, you know I don't like…"
"Lizzie, if you reach for that light one more time I will be forced to restrain you and I rather like it when your hands…wander."
He grabbed her hands and jerked them around his waist, pulling her flush against his body. She took the hint easily enough and tugged his undershirt out of his trousers so she could run her hands over his bare back. That, however, was all the control he would allow her to have before he completely took over. Suddenly, their clothes were on the floor and she was on her back, gasping and panting as his tongue invaded her already sensitive sex. His fingers stroked her thighs softly, even as his arms pinned her hips to the bed, not allowing her to thrust upward like her body seemed to want to do. He seemed to take immense pleasure in torturing her, bringing her to climax, only to stop when her hands grasped the sheets and she bit her lip to stifle her cries. She opened her eyes to see him watching her intensely from between her legs.
"I'm disappointed, Lizzie. You know better."
Her brows furrowed in confusion.
"I want to hear you scream. I live to hear my name on your lips as you come apart. I'm beginning to feel cheated. Let's try again, shall we?"
Red dipped his head back down between her legs and took her clit between his teeth, lightly sucking her before biting down. That was all Elizabeth needed. His name reverberated around every part of the room, possibly around every part of the house, further deepening her hope that they were, in fact, alone.
Red kissed his way back up her body, sitting on his knees between her shaking thighs.
"Now, was that too much to ask for?"
She shook her head slowly, not trusting herself enough to try to form actual words. She had no words for what she had just experienced.
"I hope I haven't just set the bar too high for myself. I'm going to have to shoot for that reaction every time."
Elizabeth didn't know if she could handle loosing control like that every time, but she was willing to try. She hissed as he rubbed himself against her, barely giving her an inch before withdrawing completely.
"You are a real son of a bitch sometimes…"
Red smirked down at her and lifted her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders.
"So I've been told."
He drove himself home in one thrust, and she forgot that he was a son of a bitch. In fact, she forgot about most everything else. When she recovered, she strived to reciprocate the attention he was giving her. She met him thrust for thrust, reaching up and raking her nails down his chest. She was sure she would leave marks, and she was sure he wouldn't care. Using all her strength, she locked her ankles around his neck and pulled him down to her. He kissed her heatedly, and quickened his thrusts, not slowing down, even when her muscles clenched around him and she screamed out his name and some very creative obscenities. He rode out her orgasm until he met his own and collapsed beside her, soaking his expensive sheets in sweat. Elizabeth lay in a haze, barely able to croak out his name.
"Red…"
"Shhhh, Lizzie. No talking tonight…I'm begging you."
He turned and pulled her to him, spooning her back against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding along with hers and within minutes, she was asleep.
Elizabeth awoke barely an hour later to Red's talented tongue tracing her shoulder and his hard-on hot against her lower back. She tried to turn and face him but he held her still and slipped his leg between hers, angling her so he could slip into her easily.
"Red… it's not that I'm complaining… but what's gotten into you tonight? You're almost insatiable…"
He kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobe, and his hot breath in her ear made her shiver.
"I have to be insatiable tonight. You may not want me in the morning."