A/N: Hey guys! Been super busy. So I finally had time to write. Hope you like it.
Ever since that night Ressler didn't know what to do. Stay away from Lizzie? He didn't know how to deal with a job and Lizzie as his partner. Well she is his partner but not romantically, he hasn't dated since Audrey. He didn't want to feel that pain again, especially with Lizzie.
He tossed and turned in the bed. Liz was on the left side of the bed, he always slept on the right side. He watched her sleeping. She was so innocent. He sighed, and quietly climbed out of the bed. He walked outside, and looked around. He spotted an outdoor shower.
A shower sounds good. He walked up to it. He thought about it. Well she is sleeping? And a 4:00 AM shower sounds good. He made up his mind and stripped down.
He stepped on the wooden floor. And turned on the nice cold water. He closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair. He found some shampoo on the wooden counter beside him.
He poured a generous amount in his hand. And applied it in his hair.
Lizzie woke up and felt the right side of the bed. No one. She panicked, and quickly tossed the sheets off. "Ressler?" She whispered, and heard the outdoor shower running. She quietly walked outside, and saw Ressler taking a shower.
Her cheeks immediately flushed red. Luckily his back was turned, she wouldn't know what to do, or say.
She quietly tiptoed back. And looked back, and saw his nude body again. She didn't pay attention and hit her head on the wall. She shook her head and sprinted into the room.
Ressler turned around after hearing Keen bonk her head. He saw her sprint into the apartment. He blushed, and quickly shut off the water. He grabbed a white towel on the table. And wrapped it around his lower body. He sighed.
Ressler peaked his head in from the door. "Lizzie?" He said, and walked into the room. Liz walked out, and looked at Donald.
"Yeah?" She asked, and crossed her arms. She was wearing shorts, a plain white baggy t-shirt.
He was still wearing his towel. He approached her and sighed, "Lizzie t-this has to stop." Ressler manged to get out, "I'm sorry if I've been a little much this weekend,"
"It's more than this weekend, Donnie, " She said, "It's been much longer than that."
This didn't help this conversation at all he thought. "I like you Donnie, I like the way you take your coffee black. And when you've always got my back, I feel safe around you. And whenever you touch me it feels like millions of butterflies just hatched in the pit of my stomach. I don't want that to end, ever. "
She started to stepping up to him slowly. He moved backwards, hitting the sliding glass door with his back.
She reach up tentatively and laid her hand on his cheek. He turned towards her touch, almost like a reflex, and she moved closer, watching him carefully as she slid her free hand around to the back of his neck and drew his mouth down to hers. She kissed him first, stomach coiled tight with nerves. She had no idea if he would kiss her back, but she reasoned the fact that he didn't push away yet was a good sign. She let her lips linger against his for a moment, waiting for something to happen. After a few moments of inaction she began to pull away when he suddenly reached up and framed her face with his hands, kissing her deeply.
She stumbled forward and wrapped her arms and legs around his waist. His hand slid to the back of her head, pressing her mouth down more firmly against his. Her hands slid along his back, his muscles hard.
Elizabeth didn't know how long it was before they separated. It could have been five minutes, or fifty. She lost all concept of time with his mouth moving deftly against hers and then finding the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. When he finally did pull away she felt as if a part of her went with him.
"We should probably go inside, " he said, breathing labored.
"Yeah," she said, feeling lightheaded when he slid his hand down her arm and took her hand. "Inside sounds good."
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