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Thanks for the reviews for the other chapters! This chapter is longer than intended, so there will be a third part. Might be slightly OOC and is a little M-ish, but not much.

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xxxxx part 2:

Previously: "Look! They are entering their hotel room. I really don't understand why Scott agreed to share a room with him..."

xxxxx

After Red opened the door, he pinned Liz against the wall and kissed her hard and passionately without waiting for her to register what happened. Then she broke free, wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He continued pressing her against the wall and his hands slipped under her short dress to cup her ass. They never broke the kiss during this time, instead they deepened it and put all their anger into it.

"Not yet." Liz whispered in his ear and he let her go. "I'm gonna take a shower. Alone."

She was just about to go into the bathroom when Red opened the zipper of her dress, so that she was standing naked with her back pressed to his chest in front of him when it fell to the floor.. He placed a wet kiss on the back of her neck and tossed her panties and a tanktop to wear when she was finished in the bathroom. She stepped out of the dress, closed the door and showered, thinking that he wouldn't want to talk about last week and just have his way with her.

On the other side of the door, Red stripped down to his underwear and waited for his turn to shower. Twenty minutes later, Liz left the bathroom and gave Red a quick peck on the lips.

"We will talk about last week, don't worry."

"Hurry up, Red. I can't wait."

Liz lay down on the bed, looking at his tuxedo, which was hanging over a chair, with the shirt neatly folded on the seat. Her dress was already in her bag, which he had left open for her to see where he had put it. The highheels stood next to it. Sometimes she found his sense of order amusing, compared to her messy apartment.

She stared at the bathroom door, waiting for him to come out. When the door finally opened, he wore boxers and a t-shirt, looking pleased by the picture he saw: his Lizzie lying on the king size bed, only in black panties and a black tanktop, her nipples visible through the fabric. Her legs were crossed and her arms rested behind her head. When she saw Red, she stood up.

"So, Red. About last week..."

"What about it?!" he was obviously in the right mood for what she had planned.

Fine, he can have that she thought, ready to fight.

xxxxx meanwhile:

Cooper was flabbergasted, this wasn't what he had expected. Reddington and Agent Scott had just kissed...Apparently, the rumors were true; their relationship wasn't a professional one anymore. What should he do about it? Their task force needed both of them...Would it be so bad if they were together? As long as they kept it a secret, everything was ok.

"Did you know about this?" he asked Ressler and Aram, who avoided looking at the screen while Liz wrapped her legs around Red's waist and continued kissing him like it was more important than breathing.

"Uh...well, Sir."

"That was not an answer, Agent Ressler."

Ressler didn't answer, but looked at Aram instead, he had promised not to tell anybody.

"We, um...well, in fact, everybody knew it."

"I beg your pardon?!"

"Sir, we said everybody knew it." answered Ressler for Aram, who seemed very uncomfortable with this topic, since he had a little crush on Liz.

They looked back to the laptop for a second. Unfortunately right then when Red opened the zipper of Liz's dress and pressed her to his chest to kiss her neck before she went into the bathroom.

"Sir, do we really have to watch this?"

"No, I guess not, let's drive back to the Post Office. We take a look at this later."

xxxxx thirty minutes later:

"Look at this!" said Cooper. They were back in the office, doing different things during the laptop was till on.

"Do we have to?"

"This is important, they are talking about Berlin."

Ressler looked at the screen and thought that 'talking' wasn't exactly the right expression for what was going on in that room...

xxxxx

"Lizzie, you wanted to talk about how you screwed up the operation?" Red took a few steps in her direction to make her move to the wall.

"How I screwed up the operation?! You were the one who killed him, Red!"

The defiant gleam in Liz's eyes made him both angry and willing to continue this game. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. She wondered why he didn't hold her wrists like usually, then she realized that he wanted to play with her for a while. She tested his grip on her shoulders, it was firm, but she could break free if she wanted.

"I already told you last week, he wanted to kill you when he found out that you were FBI!"

"I know, damn it. But he could have told us who Berlin is!"

"You think I don't know that? I admit that it took us five months to find him, but he can't be the only one who knows Berlin's true identity and where he is right now. You have to understand that I did not want to kill this man!"

Liz pushed her shoulders against his hands and used the one second when he was surprised to spin him around so that she was the one who pinned him against the wall. Her hands circled his wrists and held them in a firm grip. She pressed her whole body against him so that he felt her breasts on his chest through his shirt. She had to look up to him when they were standing so close to each other, Red tilted his head up and looked down to her arrogantly, clearly enjoying the feeling of being pressed against the wall by her. He could easily turn her around to regain control, but he let her be the dominant one for a few minutes before he would take over again. He raised an eyebrow, smiling devilishly.

"What are you doing, Elizabeth? You think you have the upper hand here?"

She didn't reply to that, but made sure to hurt is wrists.

"I don't care if you didn't want to shoot him. The point is that we now have nobody to interrogate about Berlin!"

"It's not important anymore. We will find someone else for that matter."

"Why are you so calm about that? We wasted five fucking months to catch this guy, when we finally had him, you shot him-"

"-In order to save your life, don't forget that."

"And now you say that it isn't important and we find someone else?! Do you plan on wasting another five months or what? We have to catch Berlin, damn it! Don't you get that?!" The moment she said it, she knew it was a mistake.

"You are asking me if I get that?" The angry gleam in his eyes didn't scare her anymore, she was used to that look, although it still sent shivers down her spine. She knew what she had to expect when she pushed him too far. But she wouldn't do that tonight, not when they weren't at home where the walls were thicker and there were no neighbours.

"I'm sorry, Red."

"Good girl, you know where the limit is. But I believe you just don't cross the line because we're not at home where I would put you over my knees for your bad behavior."

xxxxx

In the office, the three men exchanged slightly embarrassed looks at the thought of what Reddington and Liz did when they were alone.

xxxxx

Liz both hated and loved that he even had the upper hand when she was supposed to have it for once.

"You got me" she whispered and blushed.

"But continue giving me this telling-off. I like that." Red said honestly.

"I know. So, what I wanted to say was that we have to be quicker with the next lead for Berlin. Not wasting five months or even more! I appreciate that you saved my life once again and-"

"Oh? You 'appreciate' it? Since when are you so formal when you're thanking me for saving your life?"

"Shut up. If you want to hear it again: thank you. But next time, try not to kill the only lead."

"That's my girl." With one quick move and without much effort, he broke free from her grip and her back was pressed to is chest with her arms crossed over hers, held in place by one hand, while he slid the other hand under her tanktop, resting it on her stomach.

"And now, hands behind my head, don't move and close your eyes."

She did as she was told and Red slipped his hands under her shirt, slowly moving over her stomach to her breasts, teasing her nipples and softly biting in her earlobe from behind.

I'm not letting him do that yet...thought Liz, digging her nails in the back of his neck and moving down to the floor into a sitting position, pulling him down with her because of the pain she was causing him. He made a quiet sound of pain when he felt her nails in his neck and his shoulders. As soon as they were sitting on the floor, Liz brought him on his back and straddled him, holding his wrists next to his head. He looked up to her, seriously surprised and impressed.

xxxxx

"Wow, this is better than TV." said Ressler.

"Hmhm" agreed Cooper. That really wasn't what he had expected when he started the surveillance.

Actually, they felt bad for watching this, but as long as Red and Liz weren't 'in action' they would continue to watch it.

From the distance of a camera, everything what Red and Liz did looked like they were really fighting for something. If Cooper and his agents wouldn't hear what was said in the hotel room, watching it would only be half as fun. Everything they needed was a beer and potato chips, but that would be inappropriate right now.

xxxxx

"What are you doing, Lizzie? Now that you have me pinned to the floor, there must be something you want." he grinned.

Suddenly and without an actual reason, she was furious.

"You know what, Red? Sometimes I feel like I'm your whore."

"Excuse me?"

"You take me to the most glamorous galas, buy me expensive clothes and treat me like a queen and in the next moment, you use me."

"Use you for what, sweetheart?"

"Shut up. I'm not finished. You're cold to me, use me to get information, disappear for weeks without letting me know where you go and how long you stay, deliver a case to me without telling me everything you know just because it amuses you and millions of other things that make me feel worthless!"

Red looked at her for a long moment before answering sincerely:

"I'm sorry if I make you feel worthless, I would never intend to make you feel like that and I apologize if you think I would. I do admit that I like giving you a case without providing actual information. I disappear without telling you for how long or where exactly to keep you save and I'm cold to you from time to time to teach you lessons, but you know that. Are you finished now?"

Liz let go of his wrists, put her palms on his cheeks and gave him a hard, punishing kiss that felt like a slap. Red managed to roll her on her back during the kiss so that he could straddle her and hold her wrists down. When Liz realized that he had used the kiss to take control over her, she kicked his butt with her knee playfully, but hard.

"Oh, that was rude, Elizabeth." he said into her ear. "You do realize that I have to let you suffer for this, don't you?"

This time, she didn't care about his choice of name. She grinned, struggled against his grip with the intention that he tightened it and looked pleased when he did, fully aware that he used his whole weight to pin her to the floor so that she had absolutely no chance to break free.

"Was it? I thought you like a little pain." she teased him and pushed her hips against him.

"Don't you think we should continue the foreplay in bed? I think the floor is a little to hard." he asked without answering her question and then picked her up to throw her on the bed.

xxxxx

"I think it's time to stop the, uh...observation." Cooper said when they saw that Red and Liz were lying on the bed.

"Yes, Sir, we should." Ressler replied.

"What are you going to do with them?" Aram asked curiously. He didn't know how his boss would react to the relationship of an FBI agent with a dangerous criminal.

"Well, obviously, Reddington is not harming Agent Scott and because we need both of them, I will let this continue and none of us will ever say a word about what we saw tonight, clear?"

"Clear." his agents answered, happy that they could go home now.

"And...it has been a long day. All of you have a day off tomorrow. Ressler, you text Agent Scott that she doesn't have to come to work."

"Yes, Sir."

xxxxx

"Don't move, Lizzie." Red ordered and slid her panties down her legs as slowly as possible, watching her with his predatory gaze the whole time; she held his gaze, feeling like she was about to be eaten by a lion. She dug her hands in the pillow when he grabbed each leg and threw her panties carelessly on the floor. He placed wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses on the inside of her legs until he reached her hips and removed her shirt, still looking at Liz like a lion who has caught a weaker animal. He took her shirt between his teeth and pulled it over her head, then looked up and down at her body shamelessly, licking his lips.

"Red, I want you to tie my hands." Liz demanded self-confidently. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to make Red do it.

xxxxx

TBC

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