The Second Time He Left

Author's Note: So, this has become a short series. Let me know what you think.

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Donald Ressler woke with a start, raising his head an inch and looked around, taking in his surroundings, and making those quick connections in his brain so he knew where he was. Sighing, he dropped his head carefully back onto the pillow, that actually wasn't a pillow, but somewhere between Liz's breasts and her stomach. He could feel her bare breast pressing against the top of his head and see her stomach slowly rise and fall rhythmically in front of him. His left arm was dead weight, trapped underneath her while his right arm rested down her leg with his hand tucked neatly just above her two knees under the blankets. He could feel the chill on his back and, when he looked at Liz's skin could see the goose bumps on it, even in the dark.

He looked up at the skylight that he hadn't noticed until he stayed over last night and was laying on his back for a significant amount of time. How he hadn't noticed it that first night, he wasn't sure. The light was slowly coming in and he needed to get himself out of her apartment before Agnes woke up.

Ressler lifted his head and eased his dead arm out from underneath her while trying not to wince as he started to feel pins and needles start to come back to the limb. He carefully pulled his hand out from between her knees and sat up in bed, trying to displace his weight so she wasn't feeling the dip in the mattress. It was only the second time they had spent the night together, only the second time he had learned more of the secrets of her body, only the second time he had woken up naked with her, only the second time he had found himself inside her, only the second time he needed to sneak out and leave in the morning, so her daughter didn't know he was there.

He pulled the blanket that had only been covering her from the hips down and covered the rest of her body. Liz groaned and rolled toward him tucking the blanket under her chin and nuzzling his forearm as it held up his body.

Ressler smiled down at her and carefully brushed some of the hair off her face so he could look at her better. There was no denying that she was beautiful, but it was the imperfections on her face that made her gorgeous. A scar on her chin, a wrinkle at the corner of her eye, a small pimple tucked into the crease of her nose made her move beyond beautiful from an esthetic perspective. He had always admired her from afar, it was a new feeling admiring her so intimately.

"I'm freezing," she said quietly. He was surprised she was awake.

"Yeah, the blanket didn't make it up very far before we passed out," Ressler said as he tucked her bedspread around her a little to keep the cool air out.

"You used me as a pillow," Liz chuckled softly as she nuzzled his arm.

"Yeah, I don't remember falling asleep there," he chuckled with her.

"I don't remember falling asleep," Liz said.

"You were talking about going on bike rides as a kid when you started to slur your words and then snore," Ressler chuckled softly.

"First of all, I don't snore," Liz said as she sat up and looked at him, wrapping the blanket around herself to keep her warm.

"You do," he smirked as he tapped on her blanketed leg with his hand.

"And secondly," she said, ignoring his comment. "Why was I talking about bike rides?"

"I haven't the faintest idea," he chuckled. "It was almost like you were drunk but…"

She smiled and leaned in and kissed his mouth softly before she looked down at him sitting there naked and thought how surreal it was to be talking with naked Ressler.

"Aren't you cold?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I should probably get dressed and get out of here," he snickered as he went to get up.

"Not yet," she said as she placed a hand on his thigh, stopping him.

He looked at her confused for a moment.

She leaned in and kissed him again, this time with intent, as she pulled open the quilt she had wrapped around her and climbed onto his lap facing him with her legs on either side of his thighs and their most intimate parts burrowed together.

He placed his hands on her hips and she thought he was going to help get things going when she felt him pushing her away slightly.

"Liz, it's morning," he said as he pulled his face back from their kiss.

She looked up at the skylight and realized he was right.

"Shit," she swore under her breath. "I thought we had more time."

"We can have another time," he said as he traced his fingers up and down her back.

She dropped her head onto his shoulder and just sat there with him while he continued to run light fingers up and down her back and cause her to break out in more goose bumps.

"Come on," he said as his hands went to her waist and motioned for her to get up off him. "You'll freeze."

She rose and while she did, he reached for his shirt which was laying at the foot of her bed. Ressler stood and carefully placed her arms inside of it and did up the buttons.

"What will you wear home under your suit jacket?" Liz smirked; she liked that he had dressed her.

"I was wearing an undershirt," Ressler said. "I can wear that under the jacket."

She nodded and watched him walk naked toward his pants, which were hanging on her door handle, and pull them on without underwear.

"Mr. Ressler," Liz teased.

"I don't think I'll encounter anyone at this hour," he snickered as he leaned down and scooped up his boxers and threw them in his pocket before he located his undershirt and belt and finished dressing.

"Yeah, but now you're going to make me wonder everyday at the Post Office if you are wearing any underwear…" Liz said as she walked up to him and patted his chest.

"I'm mysterious that way," he said with a wink.

She chuckled and walked with him out of her bedroom. He collected his keys and wallet that he had placed on her kitchen counter when he arrived and turned to look at her at the door.

He leaned down and kissed her softly.

"I'll see you in a few hours," he said.

"Yeah," she smiled back at him.

"And you'll have to guess if I put underwear on," Ressler smirked before he turned and opened her door.

"Ressler…" Liz whined.

He turned and walked backwards facing her and smiling.

"Morning, Liz," he said before he rotated back around and walked away, taking the stairs to get to his car.

Liz shut the door and leaned her back against it, feeling his soft shirt against her skin. The man was going to kill her.

To be continued…