This is something a little different to what I usually do, but I feel like it's a good idea. I'll try and post a new chapter every day, following on from the next hour. Chapters will reach M rated at one point.

Disclaimer: Still don't really own much, it's getting quite sad. I don't own the Blacklist or any of the characters, I'm simply using them for a bit of fun.

4AM

She woke slowly.

He was already awake.

Her arm and leg snug tightly against his body.

He was in hell.

She slowly realised where she was, she was in bed with Red. With Raymond Reddington, her CI.

But right now, none of that seemed to matter, she'd woken up with more pressing matters. Like the deadly and agonizing ache between her legs.

Nothing had happened the previous night, they were simply tired and were only able to get one room as it was the last one left. Poor Dembe had ended up sleeping in the car, out the back of the hotel. He tried to be gentlemen and sleep on the floor but she was having none of it. "Just get in the goddamn bed Red, we're both adults, I'm sure we can sleep in the same bed without having too many problems." And he wasn't going to dismiss that, after all he's spent way too many nights on the floor in his life and he knew he'd wake up worse off. So he got in, they both slept at other sides of the bed, sort of as if they were both adamant that nothing was going to happen at all.

She moved her leg slightly, trying to imitate sleep, not that it was much point he was already aware she wasn't sleeping, her change in breathing had signalled so.

But, she soon wished she hadn't moved her leg, as she had she'd grazed over an erected Red. He groaned slightly at the touch, as slight as it may have been, it was Lizzie on the other end of this.

"Sorry about that." She whispered, the room was still dark. She may have been sorry but she made no effort to move.

"It's alright." He paused slightly, realising that she still hadn't moved. "Erm, Lizzie are you not going to move, would it not be more comfortable?"

"Would you like me move? I'm quite comfortable to be completely honest."

"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this is quite the uncomfortable position for me." He didn't want to say that, but he knew that logically it was the best move.

"Ok, I'm sorry Red." With that she withdrew her arm and leg and turned over to face the other side. It wasn't quite morning yet and they both drifted back to sleep peacefully.

A/N: Let me know what you think, do you like this idea or should I bin it.