AN: So, somehow, and I have no idea how, I have continued this fic. I blame my mate, greeneyesandgoldenlashes! I was actually just writing an apartment fic, you know, from the photo where Red sits on her couch and looks all sad. Anyway, thanks for your amazing help, matey! This might be M rated. Also there are two more chapters to come after this.

Disclaimer: check earlier chapters

Chapter 4

He made quick work of picking her up, settling her tightly against his body, hooking his hands under her thighs to ensure that she wrapped them around his waist. The bedroom wasn't that far away but somehow it took them longer than expected, mostly because they stopped every two steps where he pressed her into a wall and took her mouth in a passionate kiss. Once inside the bedroom, Red flipped a switch, bathing them in soft light. He put her down but didn't actually let go, pressing her against the door, his lips dancing over her jaw as his hands started tugging at her blouse.

"Wait," she said softly as if to not startle him.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked anyway, hoping that she wouldn't confirm his worries.

She quickly shook his head. "Just give me a second. It's like my body is on fire. I've never felt like this before."

He could feel his heart burst inside his chest at her words. "If you're too warm, we should most definitely take off these unnecessary clothes," he suggested with a sly grin, as he rubbed the material of her blouse between his fingers.

Pursing her lips to keep herself from grinning, she quickly took a hold of his tie and pulled him close again. "Why don't we start with you then, Mr.-I-wear-at-least-nine-pieces-of- clothing-right-now?"

"Nine?"

"Mhm," she confirmed, holding up her fingers to count. "Shoes, socks, pants, underwear, undershirt, button-down, vest, jacket, tie."

"I see," he said, before a mischievous grin came over his face. "You miss-counted."

"Oh?"

Leaning in close, aligning his body to make sure they were touching head to toe, his lips resting against the shell of her ear. "I'm not wearing any underwear." The shuddering breath that escaped her gave him a proud feeling, sending a new wave of arousal straight to his groin. He started unbuttoning her blouse, keeping his eyes on her face, taking in her rosy cheeks, her shallow breaths.

It took her a few moments to get her brain working again. By then her blouse hung open, her stomach and chest exposed to his gaze, and he was already working on getting her pants undone. Liz reached out and stroked over his chest, gently loosening the tie around his neck. They shared a smile and both went in for another kiss. While he had her in just her underwear, he was still wearing his pants and his undershirt. , he gently steered her to the bed, laying her in the middle of it, before covering her form with his. Even clothed, it was already the best feeling he had ever felt.

He reached behind her and opened the clasp of her bra and ever so gently pulled it down her arms. Moving down her body, his hands left a hot trail down her skin. As his hands arrived at her underwear he placed a soft kiss to her lower abdomen and gently peeled her underwear down her legs, his fingers slightly tickling her legs as he lowered them. Kneeling at her feet, Red looked up the plane of her body, his breath hitching as he took her in. She was absolutely beautiful. He licked his lips at the sight of her perfect breasts. He couldn't wait anymore, he needed to know if they fit into his palms like he had always dreamed they would. He reached out and almost reverently cupped one of them and moaned. It was even better than in his dreams. He was spurred on and quickly leaned down, taking her other breast into his mouth so it wouldn't feel neglected.

"Red," she moaned, leaning into his touch as his tongue teased her nipple. Her fingers clenched around the fabric of his shirt as he continued to worship her breasts. "Red, please, take it off!"

Reluctantly he leaned back and ripped the shirt over his head. He was about to get back to his task, when her hands on his chest stopped him. With an adoring expression on her face her fingers gently ran through the coarse hair.

"I want to feel it," she said in a low voice.

His hands, slung loose and low around her hips and butt were holding her against him. "Like what you feel, sweetheart?" he rumbled in her ear, as he slowly turned them so that she was resting on her back, with him on top of her, careful to not crush her with his weight. She wouldn't hear of it, as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him as close as possible.

"You feel so good." Liz bucked her hips into his, eliciting a low growl from Red.

"Oh, god… Lizzie."

"Stay, just for a moment. Stay right..there"

He could feel her heart beating against his chest, the supple flesh of her breasts against his skin. "My love," he whispered into her hair.

"I want you. Now. "

Red groaned at her words and quickly slipped off the mattress, his hands immediately reaching for his belt. He almost ripped the belt loops off in his haste to get undressed, before unzipping his pants and shoving them down.

He hadn't lied. He was indeed going commando. Intrusive and unwanted thoughts of her co-worker came to mind and she couldn't help her body from tensing.

"Sweetheart?" He was panting already, standing there in all his glory. He was so turned on, so beautiful, but she couldn't help but wonder if someone else had had the pleasure of loving him that evening. "We don't need to do this. It's alright, I'll just have to take a cold shower."

"That's not it," she said.

He looked puzzled and suddenly felt self-conscious of his body. Liz wouldn't have him go there.

"You weren't kidding about the underwear," she stammered, trying to go for light hearted, but he didn't look like he found it amusing. "Did... did Samar -"

He was back on the bed within seconds, pulling her into his warmth. "No, I promise you, Lizzie. No, never." She sighed and relaxed against him. "Can we stop talking about her now? There are certain persons I do not want to talk about while in bed with the woman I love."

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in for a soft kiss. "Thank you."

He hummed. "Have I told you how much I adore you?"

"I believe so, yes," she replied with a smile. Reaching out, she took a hold of his hard member. "Have I told you how much I want you?"

Instead of answering, Red moved so he was covering her body with his again and both relished the feeling of hot skin on skin. His fingers were everywhere, lightly stroking up and down her sides, teasing her where she needed him the most, while his mouth was busy raising marks wherever he could reach.

She pushed her hips against his, showing her impatience. "Now, Red."

Red lined himself up and looked at her, his eyes full of love for the woman underneath him. "You're everything to me, Elizabeth," he whispered, slowly starting to inch into her wet heat.

He loved her deeply and thoroughly, filling her so that she didn't know where she ended and he began. He was big, bigger than average and it had been a while since she'd had anything up there at all, but soon enough the slight sting and stretch gave way to the delightful twinges of pleasure that took over her body.

Their lovemaking was slow and gentle. Red kept whispering words of sweet endearment into her ear, while she desperately clutched at him to keep him close. The feeling of having him in her arms, while he moved deeply inside of her, plus his thumb hitting that spot just so, quickly pushed her over the edge. She couldn't help but shout out his name when she fell apart and Red didn't last much longer before he followed her over, his hips erratically thrusting into her.

No one could ever say Raymond Reddington wasn't an attentive lover.

They were cuddled together afterwards, her head tucked under his chin, one leg hitched over his, her fingers drawing absent circles in his chest hair. He had one arm loosely wrapped around her back, holding her to him, while the other was behind his head, in a relaxed position. He couldn't remember ever feeling this content. Liz placed a gentle kiss above his heart and sighed.

"That was beautiful," she whispered.

"Mhm."

"Does sex always make you monosyllabic?"

He opened his eyes and pulled his head back to look at her. "No," he replied. "But it seems making love does."

She couldn't help the blush that came to her cheeks and quickly leaned in to kiss him. "You're so sweet."

Snorting, he turned onto his side so he could hold her properly, his hands drifting back to her butt. His eyes were watching her closely, love and adoration shining brightly in them. "Will you stay?"

"Did you want me to go?" She asked and his arms tightened around her.

"I'll never want you to go."

Liz smiled tiredly and then snuggled back into his chest, throwing one arm over his hip, to hold him to her. She loved this, cuddling with him, the feel of his warmth against her, the hair on his body, tickling her skin slightly. She really could get used to this. She wanted to get used to this.

Almost asleep, she barely felt his lips graze her temple, as he arranged the blankets so that she wouldn't get cold. "Goodnight Lizzie, I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, before she passed out.