AN: Thank you for the feedback on this one. I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. I'm sorry to disappoint, but there won't be smut in this one. I'll give you a story full of smut soon though. Thanks again to criminalkeen for being a great beta!

This is still written for you! Yes, you! But I'm afraid, your actual prompt is coming a little later *runs away to hide*

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Though I wish Spader's butt was mine...

Chp. 2

He had apparently lost the ability to speak as his gaze finally moved from the safe spot at her exposed shoulder over her chest, taking in her lace-covered breasts, before moving down her body, making her shiver without even touching her. Red really suited her well- the color, not him-but her innuendo had been more than obvious. Why she wanted him was a mystery to him though.

He could see the muscles in her stomach move restlessly and he knew that she was starting to fidget under his eyes. She just wasn't as bold as she was pretending to be just a few minutes ago. His eyes travelled back up her taut stomach and chest, towards her eyes. Oh, she was nervous alright. Did she really think he would be the one not wanting her? Red had actually been afraid it would be the other way around, but here she was, standing in front of him in only her underwear. Her red lace underwear.

He took a step closer and placed his hands on her waist, feeling her jump slightly. "You're so beautiful," he told her, his voice low and raspy, giving it an even deeper tone than usual. The effect it had was remarkable: within seconds her skin was covered in goosebumps and her fine hair stood to attention. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He asked, before he moved in to place a kiss to her left clavicle, enjoying the sound of her inhaling sharply. He moved one of his hands from her waist over her stomach, stroking away the wetness and leaving a warmth behind that spread through her whole body. "You're such a beautiful woman, sweetheart. Remarkably sensual, simply magnificent. The words to describe your true beauty have not been invented yet and I fail to come up with some that would come close."

"Red..." she moaned breathlessly at his words and he could feel his body reacting immediately.

He used the grip at her waist to pull her to him, placing his lips against her jaw and leaving small kisses down her neck. He felt her hand at the back of his head again; it seemed like that really was her weak spot. Red made a mental note to himself and was excited to discover more of those sensitive areas. He let his fingers dance over the skin at her side and Liz huffed, moving her body to the left and away from his touch.

He pulled his head back and looked questioningly at her. Liz bit the inside of her cheek, blushing slightly, as she started toying with the buttons on his vest. She loved seeing him all dressed up. "I'm a little ticklish."

His face turned soft as he looked fondly at her. "Ticklish, you say?"

She gave him a warning look and grabbed his tie. "Don't even think about it." - He wouldn't, not at that moment anyway. It seemed like just then Liz noticed that her current grip on his piece of clothing could actually be used to her advantage. She instantly tugged him closer. "Kiss me."

When she spoke, her lips almost touched his and if he would have just pursed his lips, he would have been able to feel their softness. Red held her gaze while trying to calm his racing heart as his breath caressed her face with every exhale. Apparently he had taken too long, because she suddenly yanked him forward by his tie and crushed their lips together. His hands went around her body, pulling her flush against him. Red steered them towards the bed and gently pushed her onto it, following suit. He braced himself on his forearms so she wouldn't be squished by his full weight.

Red leaned his head down, their faces only inches apart now. "Are you sure about this, sweetheart? We don't have to."

She quickly pecked his lips. "I want to. I want you," she told him, while running her hands over his arms.

Red closed his eyes at her words. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that." His voice sounded hoarse. Liz put one of her hands to the back of his head and pulled him closer so their lips were touching.

"Raymond," she spoke against his mouth and his eyes shot open, as he pulled back to look at her. His name on her lips sounded so very sweet. This was more than he could've ever hoped for. He thought back to the moment when he had prepared to leave… leave the city, the country probably, but also to leave her. The pain had been excruciating, but then she had stepped out of the cab and just stood there with the wind blowing through her hair. Red would never tell anyone, but seeing her come to him, when he thought it was all over, had almost made him cry. He wanted her to have a normal life, wanted her to have a husband and a bunch of kids; he didn't want her to miss out on that, but he also didn't want her to want anyone but him. Though it was a very selfish thought on his part, he couldn't help it. He loved her.

"Oh, Lizzie..." He was set on showing her just how much he wanted her, to show her exactly what she did to him.

Their lovemaking had been slow and sensual. He had taken his time discovering her body, looking for freckles and kissing them when he found them. He practically worshipped her body, relishing her breathless moans. If he died now, he would die a happy man. She had ruined him… or had he ruined her?

They were together, her warm body pressed to his, her hand caressing the skin over his heart and her face nestled in the crook of her his neck...

They spent their fair share of time in bed together. Though they were always on the run, switching cities regularly and countries after a maximum stay of six months, they would always find time to be intimate. He wasn't exactly getting careless, he was just handling things in a more relaxed manner and he had Dembe to keep them safe. There was no one he trusted more than his long time friend.