We've got tonight
Summary : We don't talk about what happens in the dark.
A/N Hello. First foray into writing The Blacklist. I absolutely love Liz and Ressler together and I'm so angry that we probably won't see any follow through because of Megan leaving the show. I'm hoping she will still make guest appearances. Anyways, this is just my little wish list of what I wish had happened between them on the show. It won't follow a specific time line however. Hope you all enjoy!
No copyright infringement is meant. You know who all the characters belong to.
Chapter 1
It started innocently enough. The quick sneaking looks. The brushing of their hands together. The way his body would bump into hers when they walked side by side. The light caress of his fingers when he would push a stray hair away from her face. The way she would wrap her hand around his shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze. Breathing in the subtle scent of each other.
Neither wanted to admit the way their breath would catch at the contact. The way their heart beats would quicken. Neither wanted to admit they liked it. Maybe a little too much.
But she was married (all be it unhappily, but still), and his partner, and that meant completely unavailable. And he was still mourning Audrey and was still overcoming his addiction.
They were each other's rock, and neither wanted to rock that boat. It had taken them along time to become friends. To trust each other implicitly with their lives. But still, they wondered "What if?"
It was after midnight when he heard the knock on his door. Frowning, he stood up from his chair and crossed to his front door. Looking through the peep hole, his eyes widened. He swung the door open.
"Keen? What are you doing here? It's after midnight." His voice was low, but not accusatory in any way. He was just extremely surprised to see Liz standing in his doorway.
She looked so lost, like the entire world was suddenly weighing her down. He felt the sudden urge to take her into his arms and protect her from whatever was clearly hurting her. She shrugged her shoulders and hung her head down.
"I didn't have any where else to go…" she said, her voice cracking slightly.
Without a second thought, he stood back, and allowed her entrance. She stepped inside and heard him close and lock the door again. She jumped slightly when his hand cupped around her shoulder. With a small cry, she gave into the gentle pulling of his hand. She spun around, burying her face against his chest. The tears that she had been holding in for so long let loose, and she sobbed against him.
Ressler was taken aback, but held Liz firmly as she cried. His hand rubbed small circles on her back, and he made soothing sounds against her ear. Her body shook with the force of her tears. Gently, he guided them toward his couch. He pulled her down with him as he sat down, and was surprised when, instead of sitting beside him, she crawled into his lap, never releasing her grip on him.
Ressler felt her body pressed against his, and cursed his bodies automatic reaction to it. Thankfully, Liz either didn't notice or was polite enough not to mention it. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he noticed she wasn't crying anymore. She still had her face pressed against his chest though.
Finally, she looked up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes. His breath caught slightly. He hoped she didn't notice that either. A single tear hung to her lashes. Without a conscious thought, Ressler reached up and wiped it gently away. They stared at each other, their breathing noisy in the now quiet room.
They seemed to reach a decision at the same time. Liz made the first move, pushing her hips against his. He gasped and grabbed her waist, the hotness of his hands burning through her shirt. Liz feared he would push her away, but instead, he pulled her tighter to him, and pushed back against her, letting her feel his erection. Their lips crashed together, and soft moaning filled the air.
Hands wandered, and clothing began to disappear in the frenzy that started. When they were down to their underwear, Ressler had a small moment of clarity. "Liz, wait…" He breathed out. He felt her shake her head.
"I know you want this too. Please….don't say no. This doesn't have to change anything between us. Let's just have tonight. I don't want to think about tomorrow yet."
They stared again at each other. Finally, Ressler stood up, balancing Liz against him. He carried her into his bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. His body followed her down, and Liz curved up to meet him. The last barriers of clothing were removed quickly. Ressler reached down to her folds and found her sopping wet. He stroked her with his nimble fingers, and Liz saw stars.
She pulled on him slightly, and he took the hint. Lining up at her entrance, he pushed into her warmth. Liz tensed up, and he grit his teeth. He was rather large and she was petite. He felt her body stretching to accommodate his girth. Sweat was starting to break out on his neck when he finally felt Liz relax. She nodded at him , giving him the go ahead to continue. He eased out a bit, before pushing back inside again.
In the quiet night, the only sounds were their bodies meeting time and again. A moan would escape now and then. Softly spoken words drifted through the silence.
"God, Liz. I'm so close…."
"Let go, Don. Let go…"
He groaned and emptied himself into her womb. She held him tightly against her as he finished shuddering against her. When at last he could breath again, he raised his head and their eyes met.
No more words were spoken between them. By mutual decision, the blankets were pulled up and they settled against each other, letting sleep overtake them.
Just before sleep claimed him, Ressler realized he still didn't know why Liz had shown up at his door.