AN: Thank you all for your encouraging words. I'm glad you're still enjoying this. This chapter is slightly smutty, NSFW even. Let me know what you think. Special thanks to my mate for beta-ing this for me.

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Chapter 5

The feeling of a full bladder calling out for relief woke her. She was so tired and almost groaned out loud at the disturbance when she remembered where she was. A strong arm was wrapped around her waist from behind, holding her tightly against a warm chest. She wondered what he was dreaming about, and she briefly considered rubbing against the impressive morning erection that was poking into the small of her back, but nature's call was persistent.

Carefully untangling herself from his grip, she slipped from the bed and took a moment to look at him. For someone who claimed to have insomnia, he was sleeping rather soundly. 'I wore him out,' she thought proudly. The thought made her grin. He looked adorable with his face slightly pressed into the pillow, his lips pouting and parted and he was making the most endearing little noises. The blanket was drawn up to his chest and she felt bad for leaving him slightly uncovered. He looked so comfortable all snuggled up. As soon as her bladder didn't threaten to burst anymore, she would get back to watching this enigma of a man.

Quickly making her way to the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and relieved herself. She felt good, maybe a little sore in certain areas, but she loved this kind of pain. He had barely let her sleep that night, his undying thirst for her forcing his gentleman-like behavior aside as he woke her time and time again, worshipping her body as if he would never get the chance again. Fear suddenly gripped her heart, what if he wouldn't? What if he had never intended to keep her with him after all? She shook her head. Red had told her that he loved her, that he wanted her and she could trust him. Looking into the mirror, she washed her hands and splashed some water onto her face. She looked horrible. Her eyes were still slightly puffy from all the crying and her make-up was smudged. She looked like a panda on meth. And yet he had repeatedly told her how beautiful she was, how much he adored her.

Running her fingers through her hair, she looked through the cabinet for a toothbrush. Her mouth tasted like acidic, stale coffee and felt like it had moss growing on her teeth. Of course he had a spare one and she made quick work of cleaning her teeth. Taking another look at her reflection, she decided that at least she didn't look like a panda anymore.

Opening the door, she was set on quietly slipping back into his arms, and watching him sleep. However, she couldn't really bring herself to be disappointed at the sight that greeted her as she stepped into the room and saw that he was on his back. The blanket had slipped down to his waist and she could see that one of his hands had slipped down as well. His covered hand was busy moving up and down in slow movements. That motion couldn't be mistaken for anything else.

"Something you want, perhaps?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep.

Her lips parted, as an aroused sigh escaped her. She made her way towards the bed on shaky legs, as his hand continued to move, his breathing picking up. Climbing onto the mattress, she sat down at his knees, gently rubbing his leg as he shuddered. Liz took a hold of the blanket and started to slowly drag it further down, uncovering him. His fist was steadily pumping up and down and she could see how aroused he was.

"Are you always this insatiable?" She asked in a low voice, her fingers caressing over his bare leg.

"It's your fault," he brought out.

"And so you thought you would take care of it yourself?"

She let her nails scratch over the inside of his thigh and he groaned. "I woke up so hard… and you had… left."

Her hand continued teasing his inner thigh, her fingers edging dangerously close to his balls. "Would you like some help with this or do it yourself?"

"Lizzie," he grunted in reply.

She licked her lips. "Don't answer that, I have made up my mind." Leaning closer, she reached out and passed her hand around his sac before taking a hold of his hardness, making him release his grip. Kneeling at his waist, she resumed a slow pumping rhythm, low rumbling groans emitting from within Red's chest.

"Lizzie… so good."

"Do you like it?" She asked with a smile, swiping her thumb over his sensitive head. He could only nod. She momentarily tightened her fingers around him. "Do you like this, Raymond?"

He moaned. "I love it."

Without even realizing, her free hand was running over her own body, squeezing her breasts, down her stomach before trailing to between her legs.

Red's head strained against the pillow, the muscles of his thighs constricting as another low moan escaped him.

It had always been on her mind, this image had chased her in her dreams. She needed to know how he tasted, she couldn't go on without knowing any longer. And fair was fair, he had done it for her earlier that morning. Leaning down, she softly kissed his tip, before gently wrapping her lips around him, moaning at the first taste.

"Fuck" he swore, as he tried his hardest to refrain from pushing further into her warm mouth. He reached out and closed his hand around her thigh, pulling her further up the bed before moving her hand away and replacing it with his own as he started to please her.

"Red," she breathed out, as he pushed two fingers into her, letting his thumb sweep over her clit. Liz had never been a big fan of oral sex, but the taste of him made her crazy for more. She obviously hadn't had oral sex with the right man before. This felt amazing.

Tensing slightly, he groaned as she bent over him again. "Sweetheart… Lizzie, you have to stop. I'm gonna co–" He gasped chokingly as she sucked him hard, pushing him over the edge and swallowing everything he had to give to her. She clenched herself around his fingers and fell over with him. He shook in the aftermath, before going boneless. She cleaned him up and rested her forehead against his lower belly. His fingers were still buried inside of her, unmoving, as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Come up here." He whispered. She grinned and crawled up his body, hugging him tightly, neither of them caring about the residual evidence of their activities. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," she replied and nipped at his jaw. "You were so hard for me," she purred.

"I don't think I'll ever let you leave this bed again," Red said, caressing her back.

"I think I might be okay with that." Tilting her head, she placed a light kiss against his neck, earning herself a giggle, as he tried to move away from her. "Oh my… are you ticklish?"

"No!" He responded immediately and she leaned back in to kiss him again. "Lizzie," he laughed breathlessly.

Smiling widely, she cupped his cheeks in her hands and looked into his grinning face. "Just when I thought I couldn't love you any more."

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Red had told her to stay in bed, while he prepared their breakfast. He was only wearing his boxers and undershirt, since she had claimed the button-down as hers. He had to admit that she looked much better in it anyway. Dembe gave him a big smile when he came into the kitchen and Red couldn't help but return it. For the first time in over two decades he was truly happy. He would tell her that upon his return. He needed her to know how much he loved her, what she meant to him.

"I didn't think you were one to sleep in."

He shot around and looked at the intruder in the doorway. "You don't know a lot of things about me, Agent Navabi," he said in a tone that made it clear that he wasn't happy. How on earth did she get inside? He looked at Dembe, seeing that the other man seemed just as confused.

"Well, I do know about one important thing. I was promised to see it up close last night, but you didn't call," she said. "Now, I'm not usually one to run after a man, but you have peaked my curiosity. I've been wondering about that one big thing all night."

He chuckled at that. He remembered his teasing words during their meeting the night prior. Not that he would have actually taken her to bed anyway.

"And I'm here to take you up on that offer."

It took him a moment to respond. The lack of fluids in his body and the fact that he had made mind-blowing love all night long didn't help either. Suddenly he froze. There, behind Samar stood Lizzie, wearing only his shirt, her eyes filled with tears. She turned on her heel and bolted back to the bedroom.

"Lizzie!" He called out, hurrying past a startled Agent Navabi. "Lizzie, wait. Please!"

The bedroom door was closed and locked. "Sweetheart, it's not what you think." He cringed at the lameness of his own words.

When the door re-opened, she was fully dressed in her own clothes, her hair tied in a ponytail. She gave him a look that almost tore his heart straight out of his chest. "I trusted you."

"Wait." He held onto her arm, but quickly let go at the glare that was sent his way. "Let me explain." She shook her head and started walking again, Red hot on her heels.

When they were almost at the front door, Samar stepped up to them. "Liz, I didn't know you two –"

"It just started last night, that's not the point," he injected quickly.

"It just ended too, so enjoy the rest of your weekend together. I suppose it's your turn in his bed", she spat.

"No, Lizzie, no." He followed her outside, still clothed in nothing but boxers and undershirt and pulled the door closed behind him to ensure some privacy. "Just wait one moment, please."

She turned and looked at him, tears wetting her cheeks. "I don't know why I should."

"I've never slept with her. I swear to you. I told you about why I met with her. I told you."

"You also apparently told her that you were going to give her a booty call," she argued.

It was true, he had said that. "I never expected that you would feel the same for me. I told you everything. I didn't lie to you, Lizzie, I love you."

She shook her head. "I don't know why I should believe you."

"Because I've never lied to you. Because you love me." He needed her to confirm that, he needed to know that there was still a chance for them.

"I don't think I do. You are very good at sweet talking me into doing what you want."

His chin started to wobble as tears welled up in his eyes. "Please don't say that," he choked out.

It physically hurt to see him like that, but she couldn't make herself go to him, couldn't make herself trust him after all. She was too shaken. "I don't know, Red. I need to think about this."

"Don't leave," he begged. "Lizzie, I love you, you're everything to me. Please don't go!"

"Making me the center of your universe?" She teased in a cold voice. It was a low blow and she hated herself for saying it, but she couldn't get Carla Reddington's words out of her head now.

He looked as if he had been punched in the gut and she instinctively wanted nothing but to hold him and forget about all of this, but she refused to give in. She needed some time alone to think about everything. Without another word, she turned and walked towards her car. He didn't follow this time, staying where he was, with his bare feet on the cold pebbles, his shoulders hunched.