His large hands cupped her denim covered behind to pull her closer as their kiss heated up with every passing second. His tongue invaded her mouth with a force that left her breathless while a new rush of heat wandered to her center, causing her to rock against him, albeit deliberately slowly.

He knew exactly what he was doing as his fingerpads hovered all over her back while the little movements of his tongue mirrored those of her hips. She went for the buttons on his vest, opening one by one. He smelled so good and she actually agreed with this lipstick lady; she could eat him alive but she wasn't ready to pull away from his mouth just yet.

Their lips parted, much to her dismay but Red only wanted to switch the location so he placed kisses along her jaw to her neck, sucking the skin and marking her for everyone to see. This man would be her undoing for sure. His expression alone was such a turn on and the noises he was making while he moved his hands under the hem of her shirt were music to her ears.

"Red!", she breathed in his ear before taking the lobe between her teeth. Her fingers slid through the soft hairs at the back of his neck, the coldness of her hand against his warm skin sending shivers down his spine. Lizzie was positively exquisite and he wondered if Tom Keen ever elicited those little mewls during foreplay. He hoped he was the first who did though, and even if he wasn't, he would show her of what he was capable of.

Lifting up and discarding her tee which landed somewhere in a corner, he took a first glimpse of her perfectly round breasts, her taut stomach and her pale skin that reminded him of the most expensive porcelain he'd ever seen. He wouldn't stand a chance to last as long as he would like but he intended to make her come multiple times and given the rocking of her hips, he had her already close. His teeth caught the fabric of her bra, teasing her erect nipple with his lips while he paid equal attention to the other with his hand.

"Yes!", she hissed, her breath coming in small, uneven gasps as she fell apart, her nails digging small half moons into his skull. He could watch her forever, the line of her exposed neck as she threw back her head in a moment of ecstasy, her kissable lips which composed beautiful melodic sounds and the heaving of her breasts.

His hands flew to her hips, squeezing her flesh as she rode out her orgasm. His own erection strained painfully against the metal zipper and if she kept on dry humping him he'd ruin his pants.

"God, this was... interesting.", she chuckled throatily and let her forehead collide with his shoulder.

"I'm not nearly done, Lizzie."

"Hmm yeah, I can feel that!", she purred coyly and playfully ground against his tented pants, the sensation sending another rush of pleasure through her.

This was heaven but he'd had enough of their preliminary exercises. Sliding his fingertips to her thighs, he flipped them around, taking off his vest before he trapped her with his palms next to either side of her head. "Just so you know I prefer to take the lead."

"And so do I.", she said in a challenging voice and wetted her lips, her indications making him twitch and groan desperately.

He reached behind her, gladly accepting her help as she arched her back off the mattress and stripped off her bra. "Forget it! You can have the next run."

The next run? A silent whimper escaped her throat at his promise. He treated her with such ease, pushing all the right buttons even though it was their first time together. His tongue drew lazy circles around her nipple, then sucking greedily before he blew cool air over them.

He took his sweet time, nipping, licking and kissing his way down to the waistband of her jeans. Looking up through hooded eyes, he saw that she'd raised her head off the pillow, her chin quivering in anticipation.

Ever so slowly he pulled down the zipper before taking off her pants. He felt like a boy at Christmas as she lay nearly naked on his bed, impatiently waiting for his touch. It was sardonic to tease her when he was the one who would like to devour her whole.

"Reddington, I swear to god, if you don't start soon, I'm gonna disappear in the bathroom and do it myself!"

Groaning at the images she unleashed in his head, he took her by the word, latching his mouth onto her core. She wriggled her hips to get more contact but he wasn't having any of that. "I'm an artist and I intend to take my time. You can, however, voice your opinion if it includes my name in connection with praises.", he growled, his hands sliding around her thighs to keep her in place.

"Aren't you presumptuous?", she re-qouted him with a self- satisfied smirk.

"Oh, I have every right to be. Every woman I've ever been with never complained about my singular talents. Quite the opposite actually."

He placed feathery kisses from her knee then, over her inner thighs to her panties. Leaning back and kneeling between her parted legs, he removed the fabric and threw it aside. He stared at her in awe. She was stunning, really breathtakingly beautiful; almost too beautiful to be touched by any man. Her foot went up to his slacks, teasingly stroking the line of his cock and causing him to buck forward.

"Now who's being a tease?", he managed to choke out while he undid the buttons on his shirt which landed next to her panties on the floor.

"Just giving you a piece of your own medicine, Raymond!"

She was lightning up a fire inside him and it was impossible not to get burned. Her eyes raked over his chest, shortly followed by her foot which came to rest on his shoulder. He disappeared from her gaze and adjusted her other leg as well before sticking out his tongue to taste her and with every lap of his tongue his hunger grew stronger. "God, have you any idea how good you taste?"

Shaking her head and biting her lips, she lifted her pelvis towards his mouth. In all honesty, this man talked way too much.

"No? Well, then let's just say that Baklava just became my second favorite dessert."

"For god's sake, if it's that good, then please go on and eat!"

His laughter echoed through the room but she was right, he thought to himself, they'd had enough teasing; and not just that day but since they'd been forced to share close quarters. He'd dreamed of pleasing her, he wanted her to cry out his name when she climaxed. Alternating between long swipes and thrusting in and out with his tongue, he brought her closer to her second orgasm, her hands gripping the back of his head.

"Red...yes, yes, yes! Keep going like that."

Her voice sounded rich and throaty, downright sexy. His mouth closed over her clit, sucking hard and sliding in a finger was enough to send her over, her inner muscles clenching around him as she came in his mouth.

Still languidly moving his finger, he looked up, only to find her having her eyes peacefully closed and her lips parted. He'd never watched her more relaxed and he'd never been more aroused in his entire life by just pleasuring a woman.

"Any complains, yet?", he asked, tilting his head with a crocked smile and unbuckling his belt.

"You're a smug son of a bitch."

"Is your post orgasmic you always so upset or is this an exception?"

"You know, I still can leave you here on your own.", she suggested before pushing herself up to assist him in getting rid of his undergarments. Once his boxers as well as his trousers reached his ankles, he kicked them off, along with his socks. He grinned, pleased with himself, as she chewed her lips at the sight of his rigid member.

Her dilated pupils wandered over the veined shaft to its weeping head. He couldn't comprehend her intense gaze so he closed his fist around him, fondling himself with one hand while the other pulled out a square package from the nightstand. Taking it out of his grasp, she ripped it open with her teeth and covered him up, smiling sheepishly as she spread her legs wider.

"You won't go anywhere soon! We're gonna spend our sweet time in here."

In one swift move he crawled in between her, the head of his cock parting her folds as he entered her smoothly before the back of her feet pressed against the small of her back. He resisted his instinct to just pound into her like a caveman, as tempting as it was and he'd really had a hard time to hold himself back. She flung her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss and groaning in pure bliss at her taste of her on his tongue.

He started with slow thrusts, nearly pulling out completely before sliding back in. They moaned in unison but while hers increased in volume and pitch, his grew deeper and huskier. He loved her from the very beginning but now he was drowning in adoration, never wanting to share his sheets with somebody else.

She'd branded him forever.

Raising her hips to meet his thrusts, she whimpered at the feel of him gliding in deeper. "Harder!"

"Lizzie... shit! You're so perfect, sweetheart.", he cried out and picked up the pace, their foreheads pressed together and their chests creating a delicate friction that couldn't be ignored. The intensity of their climaxes surprised them both as they laid, still joined and entangled, on the now damp blanket. Her warm lips were soothing the bitemark on his shoulder she'd given him moments before while he stroked gently over her thighs.

"Any complains now?", he asked hoarsely.

"You're still a son of a bitch but to answer your question; no, I've none. I can barely remember my own name to be honest."

Regretfully he slipped out and threw the condom in the nearest trash can. "So no more complains about my clothing and cologne?" , he chuckled.

"I've told you, I love you for who you are!" She kissed him then, sensually and sweet, a promise that this might not has been a one time thing. They were different but complemented each other and as long as they stayed true to themselves, nothing could stop what they were feeling.

fin.

AN: Thanks for your responses to this little one shot that became basically a smut fest. I hope you liked it and feel free to leave a comment. Good or bad. I appreciate both! :)