It seemed like being stuck between reality and dream. It felt surreal and yet sensed real. Like the strange sensation of something imagined being fulfilled far beyond expectations and because of that Liz expected to wake up from having fallen asleep on her kitchen table. Even though she knew that this really was happening. She could allow him continuing like this forever, leaving her skin freezing after it was touched by his soft, hot lips and yet another part of her grew impatient and needier, every time he dared to tease her with his tongue. Liz needed to break through this circle of increasing heat before she was boiled into senselessness. How Don was able to hold himself back like this, when she felt like she was about to go mad, was a complete mystery to her, but there was no way she could try to explain this to herself right now.

He could have continued to go on like this forever, just exploring every inch of her body, having her close like this, sensing her trembling beneath his touch, listening to her uneven breathing, knowing that she was his completely in that very moment. But some things would never change about Elizabeth Keen, like her impatience, like her need to take control. As she grabbed his face an pulled it back, forcing him to look at her flustered and blushed features, Don probably would have smirked if it hadn't been for the glance in her eyes, that hit him like a heavy current, making him realize how much he wanted her as well. Liz almost smashed him with her open mouth, pressing herself against him, completely forgetting about his injury, but he didn't care. Not one bit. He didn't even notice that her hands had left his face until he felt a pull at his pants and his hip moving up instinctively to follow her lead.

She couldn't wait, not anymore and all what was needed was one single move to end this agony and start a whole new torture. Complete silence filled the room. Even though the TV was still running they couldn't hear one thing, being frozen in that second, not being able to move as they melted into each other. There was only the other they could perceive right now, see right now. The first noise was the both of them exhaling the breath they had held, with their lips barely touching.

Liz' hand ware back to his neck, cupping his jawline in the very moment her body was able to move again and Don held her even closer. This kiss was so much different than the one before: desperate and yet careful, as if one single wrong move could break whatever this was. Still they couldn't stop looking at each other while she was moving slowly, longingly, breathing shallowly. This was so far beyond that what they had imagined, so much more intense. The air was frozen, crystallizing on their skin, making the heat inside appear even stronger. Everything but them was in a far distance, not even reaching them. The world could have crumbled and they wouldn't notice. It was terrifying but it only made them hold on to each other more.

There was a point when Liz had to close her eyes to bear this, to stop them from burning, because there was no way of getting closer than to place her cheek against his, than to hold his head with her hands, fingers brushing lightly through the short hair at the nape of his neck. She didn't need to use her eyes to see his expression, or every feature of his face and she knew that it wasn't any different for him. While she could feel his breath against his neck, matching their rhythm, Don sensed the softness of her skin and the velvet of her hair against his own, knowing that he would never forget how this felt like. Having her that close, clinging to him, tensing around him like he was her sheltering rock in a tempest, he knew he could never go back to ignoring what he felt for her. And these slow waves became painful.

His hands were moving on their own, down from beneath her shoulder blades to her waist, her hips, placing their fingers around them, pushing and pulling them closer and Liz hadn't expected what his demand would do to her, how willingly she would follow. She had waited the entire time for it. The little sounds that escaped from her mouth were sweet daggers to his heart, to his lungs and he involuntarily answered lowly, deeply. For her subconscious they were merely orders to kiss him again and she moved her head lazily, brushing her lips across his cheek before meeting his waiting mouth.

All of the sudden one of his hands was back at her neck again, across her back still pulling her down to his lap, making her gasp for air as she felt him in every fiber of her own body. Her head fell back and he followed, shifting their position just slightly but yet enough to make her claw her fingers into his flesh, sensing how his muscles flexed and Liz surrendered for the first time in her life. Even though his lips simply kissed her throat, moving down, she felt it everywhere, she could sense him everywhere and she knew he had lost her mind, and her sanity. It was shattered all over her room and there was no time, no sense to collect it. She didn't even care, because she had never known that this feeling could last that long, even intensify and it was all him. Just him and she heard her own voice murmur his name.