The Voyeur 3
Author's Note: Please read previous chapters before this one. This one is short but necessary to move the story forward.
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Donald Ressler was awake and wondering who was watching them. Under the cover of darkness, they had got undressed and crawled into her bed together, knowing full well that cameras were in her bedroom but that they couldn't see anything while it was dark. Nothing had happened besides a goodnight kiss and some cuddling, but here, in the morning sunshine as he opened his eyes, he knew everything he did would be watched. And he hated that. He knew he was being childish, knew it was only a few days into this operation, but he felt as if all of his privacy had been stolen in one swoop. The task force and Reddington were following them, the Voyeur was possibly watching them, and a very private relationship was now anything but.
"Good morning," Liz said as she slid her body on top of his and kissed him.
He kissed back, knowing if he didn't know there were cameras on them right now, they would be making love like they often did in the morning before showering and getting ready for work.
"Good morning," he smiled at her. "You ready for an early day at the office?"
She quirked an eyebrow.
"If we go in early, we can leave early and that means we can go to my cabin sooner," he said with a smile.
"Ahhh, I like the way you think," she said before she kissed his lips and smiled at him.
"I like the way you smile," he said as he kissed her back.
She pulled back and placed her chin on her fist and looked at him.
"Are the roads even clear into your cabin?" She asked.
"No," he chuckled. "But a 4-wheel drive will get us in nicely."
He had ulterior motives. There was no way the Voyeur or anyone else was getting close to his cabin in the dead of winter without them knowing. A vehicle plowing through snow made noise, no one wanted pictures of them bad enough to walk through the rugged snow banks, and if anyone did some close, their tracks would give them away. A weekend at the cabin in the dead of winter was the only chance he may actually have to be alone with Liz this month and he was not going to squander it.
Liz got up and walked in her tank top and underwear to the washroom and turned on the shower. He relaxed back into the pillows and was waiting for her to finish when she walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her and motioned for him to join her with her finger.
Reddington hadn't said if there were cameras in her washroom, but Ressler bet Liz did find out or she wouldn't be asking him to join her. He smirked and rose from the bed in his boxers and followed her into the washroom stripping down and joining her in the shower for more than a shower.
It was exactly what he needed to relax about the constant surveillance and afterwards, they dressed for work and were in the office a little earlier than usual.
"How's it going?" Samar asked him when he arrived at the office.
"You mean besides feeling like I'm living in a fishbowl for the last 5 days?" Ressler asked.
"We've had no signs of him yet," Samar said as she looked at his tight jaw.
"Great," he sighed.
"Ressler, we will catch him," Samar said sympathetically. "How are you and Liz doing? This has got to cause stress on…"
"We're fine," he said coolly.
Samar looked at him concerned.
He sighed and shifted to look at her more fully.
"She thinks I'm being childish," Ressler admitted.
"Are you?" Samar asked.
His eyes slid to her and then back to the table in front of him.
"Possibly," he acquiesced.
"Probably?" Samar asked.
He nodded.
"Then stop," Samar said.
He looked at her like she had two heads.
"You know what you are doing adds stress to an already stressful situation and causes upset in a relationship you seem to value…so stop," Samar said. "It's really that simple."
He chuckled.
"I'm serious," Samar said.
He looked at her and nodded.
"Thanks for the unsolicited advice," he said with a smirk.
"Anytime," she smirked back.
Their day progressed as expected, he and Liz followed up on some leads in the field and were able to get out of the office and head to his cabin in the woods by 5pm.
"So, what are your real motives for dragging me out here on this blustery weekend?" Liz asked as they carefully navigated steep snow on a side road.
"Motives?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked between her and the road.
"I know you too well," Liz smirked at him.
He chuckled.
"Maybe I just wanted some time for you and I without anyone around," he said with a deep voice. "Reddington's men are stationed at the end of the road to they will be alerted if anyone comes in and, that's the closest anyone can get to us without tipping us off."
"Sounds kinda serial killer, hon," Liz chuckled.
He laughed loud and deep at her assessment of the situation.
"It does kind of, doesn't it?" He nodded.
She turned and looked at him seriously.
"I am trying to adjust to this, but finding it harder than you," Ressler admitted. "I really liked that we were a secret."
She gave him a soft smile. She knew he did.
"And I feel a little robbed of that," he said. "Not that I want to hide what we have, not at all Liz, I just liked that no one is looking at us like we're going to start making out at any moment, or asking me about us, or that my colleagues know that I spent last night at your place."
She reached across and placed a comforting hand on his thigh and squeezed.
"I know," Liz sighed. "I am adjusting better but it doesn't mean that I like it at all."
He looked at her sideways and waited for her to continue.
"I guess, I just see that, eventually, everyone was going to find out, so it's a little sooner, but it was going to happen regardless," Liz said.
"How do you see that?" Ressler asked as he rounded the last corner to his cabin. "You don't think we could have kept it a secret?"
Liz looked at him, unsure if she should continue or just drop it.
"Well, I'm hoping to share the same address as you one day, so I imagine HR would need to be informed," Liz said. "And I hope our friends would know by then."
Ressler swallowed hard and placed the car in park about 50 feet from the front of his cabin, turned it off, and looked at Liz.
"You want to share the same address in what way?" He asked, scared, and exhilarated at the same time.
She chuckled softly and looked down a little.
"What way were you thinking?" Liz asked him.
"Well, I was thinking of moving in at first," Ressler said as he looked at her carefully for signs she wanted to bolt. Seeing none, he continued forward. "And I'd like to get married…to you."
"I didn't think you were telling me about someone else you wanted to marry," Liz snickered as she cupped his cheek in her hand and looked thoughtfully into his eyes. "Are you asking?"
"I don't have a ring…" Ressler hedged.
"I don't need one," Liz offered.
"You should have one," he countered.
"Can you just ask?" She continued.
He shifted and looked at her expectant gaze and knew he needed to ask her in that moment, or the perfectly imperfect moment would be lost.
"Liz, will you marry me?" Ressler asked, his breath coming out with puffs s cold air overtook the SUV.
She smiled and leaned in and kissed his lips softly before pulling back.
"Yes," she smiled at him, and he leaned in and kissed her again, this time, more passionately.
"Really?" He asked.
"Really," she smiled broadly.
"God, I love you," he said as he cupped her face in his hands.
"I should hope so, you just asked me to marry you!" Liz laughed.
He laughed with her and the two of them kissed some more before their lips started to get cold.
He put the SUV in drive and drove the last little bit to his cabin with her hand firmly clasped in his. They may not have much privacy right now, but that very private moment was just for them and that made both of their hearts sing.
To be continued…