Just recently started The Blacklist and am already a huge fan. This piece takes place after Elizabeth confirms that Tom is not, in fact, "Tom" and in this story she has given Red permission to spy on her to keep her safe and discover more secrets about her husband.

I say story but let's face it, it's smut with little plot.

Probably will only be a couple chapters.

Enjoy!

(DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, they belong to the wonderful minds behind The Blacklist)

Red wished he could say this was the most boring stakeout he'd been on. It should have been considering the mundane façade of domestic bliss he witnessed as every hour passed by. Dembe believed him, surely, and Liz took little convincing that Red had little interest in their day-to-day activities. He was a master of lying to everyone but himself.

Truthfully, he hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from the screens. There was something entrancing about every smile, every hug, every kiss that she pretended to be genuine. Even the way she easily conversed over their morning pancakes seemed effortless though undoubtedly it caused her pain. She was a natural, though that was no surprise, and Tom ate up every second. Even when she was predisposed with her laptop or reading a book her husband stole loving glances and smiled like he'd just seen the sun for the first time. A fraud or not, his love for her was sincere.

Tonight, they ate pasta primavera, courtesy of Tom, and made casual conversation.

"So, one of my students brought a gun to school today," Tom added nonchalantly after a few moments of silence. Liz nearly choked on a piece of pasta.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, it was a nerf gun, but you know, they say it's a gateway gun," he shrugged, holding back a smile. She gave him an incredulous look before erupting into a fit of giggles. Red couldn't hold back a smile of his own. He wished she would laugh that way with him, or at least smile at his expense, but he knew in order to protect her he'd have to sacrifice moments like this one. There was no room for idle chatter in their relationship.

"Jesus Christ Tom."

"Yeah he got suspended for the rest of the week, which I think is a little excessive considering he's in fourth grade but hey," he pointed his fork in her direction, "may have just saved you from having to update your most wanted list. Gotta catch them early."

"What parent would let their kid do that?" She shook her head, shoveling in another bite.

"We never would," he said, suddenly turning his gaze down to his plate.

"Tom…"

"I know," he sighed, "I know, but do you ever think about it? How nice it'd be? What a great child we'd have?"

"Please Tom." Though the cameras revealed no tears, Red could hear a tremor in her voice.

"Hey," Tom was suddenly on his feet, by her side, "I'm sorry. That was stupid of me, I shouldn't have said that. Hey," he took her face gently between his hands and tried to catch her gaze. "I love you. Okay? Baby or no baby, I will always love you." He kissed her, gently at first. Red noticed no hesitation on her part and felt a pang in his chest. He knew she was acting, or, at least, he kept convincing himself that was the case.

"I love you," Tom repeated. "Always. No matter what."

"I love you too," she said, barely loud enough for Red to hear.

The two continued to kiss, their lips becoming more feverous and passionate. One of Tom's hands snaked into her dark hair and the other wrapped around her waist and pulled her from her chair, slow rising, supporting her weight.

Red shifted uncomfortably in his chair but couldn't look away. He imagined his own hands in her hair, feeling her breath on his check, his lips against hers, but he knew he'd never get the chance. He was her protector, nothing more. He knew he should turn away, despite her insisting it didn't matter. She clearly didn't think of him as a man with an appetite. Oh, how wrong she was.

Tom grabbed her thigh and hiked it to his waist, pushing his groin into hers. The numerous microphones throughout their house picked up her answering moan. She leapt and wrapped her other leg around him as he began to carry her off screen where they later appeared on their bedroom cam.

Red placed a hand over the monitor and ran his other ran over his head, suddenly feeling a flush of heat rising through his body. Don't look. He ran the words throw his mind over and over. But he hadn't taken off the headphones. His heart raced as he could hear her whimpers and moans. He tried to focus on his breathing and bring down his heart rate. Hell, he could endure torture and still make a quip, but now? He was sure could barely form a sentence.

When he heard a yelp his attention snapped back to the screen, expecting to see Tom with a knife to hear throat. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of a naked Liz, fully exposed except for a white wand which obscured his view between her legs. Her back was arched and her eyes clenched shut. Her hands gripped the sheets as if she would float away if not anchored. Tom moved the vibrator in slow circles around her clit, causing her shudder and let out mewls and yelps of pleasure.

Suddenly Red's pants were much too tight. He tried to ignore the throbbing ache between his own legs and focus on the other cameras, but his eyes were drawn to the two lovers. She was magnificent, her skin looking impossibly pale, like marble, against the darkness of their bedroom. Hair appeared raven black as it lay messily amongst her pillows. He could nearly imagine how soft her breasts would be in his rough hands and the feeling of her taut nipples between his lips, how wet she would…

He forced himself not to finish that thought.

"Tom," she said breathlessly, one of her hands released the tightly wound sheets and moving to his hair as Tom positioned himself between her legs and inserted a finger, still moving the vibrator in slow, lazy circles. She squirmed, desperately grinding against the pulsing vibrator and pushing herself further on his fingers, which had begun to pump quicker and quicker. She squeaked and whimpered, wordlessly begging for relief.

Red's hand moved to his swollen groin, rubbing his palm against his strained erection, longing for even a little bit of relief. He didn't dare unbutton his fly in fear that Dembe would suddenly appear. Not that the man would say a thing about it, but Red wasn't sure he could handle the embarrassment. It wasn't as if his bodyguard hadn't walked in on him in some compromising situations before, but for some reason, this seemed much worse.

Nevertheless, he rubbed himself through the fabric of his pants, grunting, feeling himself twitch in his hand. He had fallen into the rhythm of Liz's thrusts, imaging her slick walls clenching over his cock, her head thrown back and mouth agape in pleasure as he buried himself deep inside. He imagined holding that vibrator to her clit and feeling her squirm beneath him.

Liz began to whine and moan, each sound building off the other. She was close. As fast as it had started, it ended. She climaxed loudly, gripping Tom's hair and pulsing her hips against the vibrator until it clearly became too much. She tried to pull away, but Tom would have none of that. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and continued to push the vibrator against her. Her cry could nearly be mistaken for one of pain.

"Fuck!" She screamed.

Red's own stomach did flips and filled with heat. He rarely heard her curse and to hear her voice so raw, so full of euphoria, nearly sent him over the edge. He quickly removed his hand, not wanting to have to explain to Dembe why he needed a new pair of pants.

She collapsed on the bed, panting, exhausted. Tom wiped his fingers on the sheets, which seemed a waste to Red. He'd given anything to taste her. Her husband climbed on top of her, his cock erect and poised at her entrance.

"Tom I… I don't know if I can…" But she was cut off as he slid himself inside. She grasped his shoulder and dug her nails into his flesh, nearly drawing blood. He grunted and thrust into her.

Unable to watch any longer, Red ran to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and even considered taking a shower, as his pants remained tented with no signs of being discourage. He rubbed himself again, moaning, aching for release.

No, he slammed his fist against the porcelain sink. No, he wasn't some teenage boy jacking off to some over-the-top internet porn. He was Raymond Reddington, a man who didn't flinch at the sound of screams or the sight of brain matter on his shoes. And this was Liz, the woman he was there to protect, who was nearly half his age, who trusted him to watch her and keep her safe even if it meant him witnessing her fucking her husband.

As he dealt with trying to slow his heart-rate in the bathroom, he missed Liz pushing Tom off and frantically grabbing her phone.

"Oh, its work."

"I didn't hear anything."

"I saw my bag light up. It's, uh, Ressler, he needs me on a stakeout."

"This late?"

"Most stakeouts happen at night, Tom," she quickly began dressing herself, leaving Tom in a state of confusion.

"Liz, come on, we were just…"

She turned to face him, leaning over the bed and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you, Tom, I promise I'll make this up to you."

He sighed.

"I promise, it'll be worth it," there was a devilish tone to her voice which he couldn't help but smile at.

"It better be Agent Keen,"

Red sat at the edge of the tub, frustrated with himself. He had people he could call on to take care of his little problem, but all he wanted was Liz. He wondered if she was as soft as she seemed, if she'd cry his name out as she came, if she'd sleep by his side once they were both spent.

His fantasies were cut short by the sound of the front door slamming.

"Jesus I… I couldn't do it. Just having him touching me it's like… Ugh!" Liz's voice was like a shockwave to his system. However, instead of helping his situation, it only seemed to make it worse. "Red?"

He considered saying nothing, but that would only raise alarm. He had promised to stay all night until Dembe took over for the day.

"I… Just in the bathroom Elizabeth. I'll be out in a moment."

To his surprise, he heard her approach the door and the creaking of wood suggested she was leaning on it.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. Every time he touches me I feel my skin crawl." She said from the other side, her voice filled with disgust.

"You certainly looked like you were having a great time," it was the type of thing she'd expect him to say.

"Yeah well, I mean, that was one thing. But when he actually wanted to… you know, I just couldn't do it. He thinks I'm on a stakeout. Can I stay here tonight?"

Shit.

"Of course, Lizzy,

"Red, are you okay? You sound weird."

"I'm fine."

"Alright well… I'm gonna pour myself a drink, you want one?"

"Maybe later,"

He heard the door creak again and her retreating footsteps.

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He couldn't walk out like this. Once again, the idea of the shower crossed his mind. At least it would explain why he was in the bathroom so long. He quickly stripped, nearly letting out a groan as he slipped his pants carefully over his erection. He couldn't quite handle the idea of a cold shower but he kept the water lukewarm, which felt amazing over his flushed skin. He stood underneath the stream, waiting ever so patiently for his problem to go away, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. The scene of her orgasm played over and over like a movie he couldn't look away from, making his cock twitch.

He dared to allow a hand to travel down his stomach and slowly stoke his erection. He realized it was a bad idea almost immediately. He couldn't stop a soft grunt from escaping his parted lips.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath as his hips involuntarily thrust into his hand.

Well, he figured, at least it would be an easy clean-up.

He squeezed a generous amount of soap into his hand, the cold gel making him gasp. He started slow, squeezing the base and twisting his hand ever so slightly as he made his way to the tip. Finally committing, he allowed his mind to wander back to the scene from the monitors, only he replaced the image of Tom with himself. He imagined running his hands slowly up her thighs, parting the lips of her sex and plunging a skillful finger inside, savoring the evidence of her arousal. She would writhe at his touch, beg him to go faster, but not yet. No, he would tease her first. He would make her desperate.

He quickened his pace, eyes squeezed shut, hand pumping, forgetting to control the volume of his moans.

She would try to thrust against him but he wouldn't allow that. He'd hold down her legs and lean in close, kissing the soft flesh of her thighs, moving in tantalizingly slow. His fingers would curl inside, finding that ever so tender spot that would make sparks dance before her eyes. And then he'd..

"Red?" He froze, cock still in hand, dripping precome into the river of water below him. He tried to pretend he didn't hear. "Red are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he winced at the hoarseness of his voice. He sounded like he was in pain, which he was.

"Is someone in there with you?" Of course she would think so, she was always paranoid of danger, and if she'd heard even half the noises he was making, she'd think he was being tortured. He supposed she wasn't too far off, though.

"I…Lizzy I'll be out in a bit."

Fuck, his voice was still too low, too hoarse, and awfully strained. She undoubtedly was concerned. Without warning the bathroom door slammed open. Red panicked, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.

"Lizzy!"

But she'd already whipped open the shower curtain, gun drawn, her face intense.

Her face turned a lovely shade of red when she took in the scene before her.

"I… Lizzy I can explain."

She quickly closed the curtain but didn't move from her spot.

"Are you…"

"It's natural Lizzy, I am a man," his cock had thankfully gone flacid, giving him a bit more clarity. "Why you felt the need to come bursting in without even knocking is beyond me."

"I thought you were being hurt,"

"In the shower?"

"Wh-What… Why? Why now? You couldn't wait until later?" She asked.

He sighed, wiping away water from his eyes and pressing a palm against the shower wall. He couldn't come up with an excuse. For the first time, he was utterly speechless.

"Oh my God," he didn't need to see her face to know her eyes had widened with realization. "You watched."

"Well of course I did, you knew I would be," he shook his head.

"Yeah but, I didn't think that would make you, you know,"

"That it would arouse me?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm a man, Lizzy," it was an awful excuse.

"Yeah but…"

"Look Lizzy, could we perhaps this conversation when I'm not in the shower?"

"Are you going to…" She trailed off, her voice becoming soft and nearly inaudible over the sound of the running water. "Finish?"

"I don't think that's necessary anymore, I'll be out soon. Afterwards I could use that drink."

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