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A new hot and fluffy chapter for 'Complicated Life' ! Rated T/M. Sorry for the delay and merry Christmas!

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Liz was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, critically looking at her reflection. She knew she looked good, and Red told her how beautiful she was every day, but that didn't mean there weren't any parts of herself she didn't like. She had just come out of the shower, dripping water to the floor, a white towel wrapped around her hair. Red would be home in an hour, he had been away for business all day. It was Saturday on her weekend off, so she was a little pissed that he had to fly to Cuba without her for a day. He had left at 4 in the morning with Dembe, leaving a note on the pillow, which said that he would bring her something when he came back.

She took her time in the bathroom: putting bodylotion on, brushing her hair and teeth, drying her hair, and then walking around in the house naked to get the new dark red nail polish out of the shopping bag in the living room. She put her favorite panties on, then looked for Red's only black shirt. Usually, he wore white, but for some reason, he also had a black one. Black and red had always been her favorite colors, so now she was buttoning the shirt and looked in the mirror once again.

Other people would have thought Liz was perfect, she thought that her belly was fat, her breast weren't big enough and her thighs could be thinner, too in her opinion. She sighed, sitting down on the bed and reaching for the nail polish. She had never been that good at painting her finger- and toe nails, especially not with her left hand, but she wanted to be as pretty as possible for Red.

"You should let me do this." Red's low voice interrupted her thoughts when she was just about to open the small bottle.

Liz put it back on the bedside table, got up from the bed and walked towards him slowly, blushing at the thought that he must have stood there for a while now and watching her in silence.

"Look who's finally coming home. How long have you been standing there?"

"Quite a while. Don't you wonder what's in the plastic bag in my hand, Lizzie?"

She looked confused and raised an eyebrow, then looked down.

"Ohh, you haven't noticed it yet. Have we been staring at my lips again, sweetheart?" he asked mockingly.

She nodded, biting her lower lip, then snatched the bag out of his hands playfully.

There was lingerie in it. Black, expensive, amazingly beautiful lingerie.

"My goodness, Red! This is wonderful! Thank you!" she squealed like a 16 years old girl at Christmas.

"I knew you'd like it, and don't you dare asking me how much I spent for it, you don't want to know, anyway." After a few seconds of watching her enjoy her gift, he told her to put it on.

"Now?"

"Of course. Come on."

Liz was about to go to the bathroom to put the lingerie on in private, when she felt a firm grip on her wrist that was holding her back.

"No, no, no, Lizzie. Here. Now."

She didn't want to put it on in front of him now, especially not when she was having doubts if she looked perfect enough for him or not. But she didn't want him to know that...she had to obey or he would ask her what was wrong...screw it, he sees me naked all the time!

She obeyed, and when she was standing in front of him in her new underwear, Red circled her waist, and she felt his lips brushing against her ear.

"And now let me take it off you."

Come on, Liz. Forget your doubts about yourself. He tells you that you're perfect every day and he's gonna make love to you later, anyway.

He began sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulder as slowly as possible and unclasped it, then threw it on the floor. Nobody had ever took a bra off her as slowly and erotic as Red did it, Liz felt her nipples tighten and wondered how she looked to him right now. He continued undressing her, but she couldn't really enjoy it. He obviously sensed that she was distracted.

"Sweetheart, what's going on? What's on your mind?"

"Nothing."

"Well then, you little lying minx, then let me continue and stop thinking." he whispered as he let his hand wander up her right leg, then pressed wet, open mouthed kisses on her inner thigh and stroked a finger up and down her clit through her panties before he slid them down her legs. He stripped down to his underwear quickly and carried her to the bed. She should enjoy this, should die from anticipation, should ache for his touch, should be turned on by his heated gaze and shouldn't be able to wait another second, but all she could do was praying that he didn't pay attention to the 'fat' on her belly and her thighs. She told herself to keep her tummy in without Red noticing it. Suddenly, she felt herself leaning against a pillow. She looked down on her breasts, thinking that they should be a little bigger.

Red was kneeling in front of her with his mouth right below her belly button.

Something's wrong with my Lizzie. She doesn't let herself go, she's tense and not relaxed...she certainly doesn't want to tell me, but she will.

"Lizzie, sweetheart, what's wrong with you?" Red asked, kissing her belly button gently.

"It's nothing. I'm just...forget it."

"Don't lie to me, you're uncomfortable. Tell me what's going on."

"You don't wanna know."

He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't able to lie to him. To everybody else, yes, but he could read her like a book. Before he could reply, she spoke again.

"Red, really, it's stupid. Don't ask."

"No, Lizzie. I am asking. What is it, hmm?"

She shook her head. Red straddled her, still wearing his underwear, and made her look at him with a single finger under her chin, then cupped her jaw gently.

"Elizabeth. You can tell me when you're not in the mood for sex. Just say it and I stop, alright?

She loved how much Red understood her and respected her feelings; Tom had sometimes made her sleep with him, even if she didn't want to. In the end, after she had learned the truth about him and especially after their second fake wedding, she often had rejected him. He had 'convinced' her to have sex and because she didn't want to feel as if he raped her, she had acted like she would enjoy it. Oh, she was good at faking an orgasm, but she had never faked it with Red. Not once.

"Are you listening?"

"Hm? What? Um, sorry, I was just...thinking."

"I said that you will get your beauty sleep and we continue this another time."

She had to tell him, there was no way out. He thought she didn't want to sleep with him tonight, but of course, that was absolutely not the case. She always wanted to, and he knew damn well that he could make her get wet if he only looked at her in a certain way. She sighed, looking away from his intense gaze. He still had his hands on her hips, rubbing his thumbs up and down her hipbones.

"Listen, Red. Don't laugh at me when I tell you what's going on."

He grinned shamelessly. Of course he would laugh at her, she knew him. He'd tell her that she was completely stupid thinking that she wasn't pretty...

"Please! I'm serious."

"Okay. I'll try." he smiled while he stroked her left inner thigh daringly.

She clenched her legs together, making him let go of her.

"I think I'm...I'm not pretty enough for you." she confessed quietly.

"Why? To me, you are perfect."

"No, I'm not. Nobody is perfect-"

"Except of you, my dear." he interrupted her.

"Listen to me!" she hissed. "I was standing in front of the mirror today in the bathroom and I thought...well, um..."

"My goodness. Women."

She rolled her eyes, tucking her legs up and covering herself with a blanket.

"Fine. Tell me what exactly you don't like about yourself. Because I don't see anything I don't love about you."

"This isn't a therapy session, Red!"

"Oh yes, it is. Come on."

She sighed, he was unbelievable. She was sure that she sounded like one of these girls who had size zero but felt like an elephant...

"My belly is too fat." she whispered, not looking at him.

"Excuse me? No, of course not!" Red disagreed, pulling the blanket aside, spreading her legs so he could lie between them, resting his head on her belly and covering both of them with the warm, cozy blanket. He once again kissed her belly button and then started licking over her breasts slowly.

Liz tensed, trying to get him off her. He sighed. "What else?"

"They're not big enough."

He cupped them with his hands playfully and kissed the gap between them.

"Oh yes, they are. Definitely. Is there anything else?"

She nodded. "My thighs look like the ones of an elephant." she chuckled, suddenly feeling more comfortable, although she felt exposed with him still being dressed in black boxers, lying between her bare legs, his chest hair tickling the heat between her legs. Once she concentrated on this feeling, she felt herself getting wetter and wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his back. When he moved up an inch to grab her around her rib cage, she had a hard time biting back a gasp and a smile as she felt his chest hair brushing her clit. It was unbearable, but she wanted to hide it as long as she could.

Red obviously knew what was going on, so he bent down and teased her with a few gentle licks, watching her digging her fingers into the sheets.

"You can't tell me that there is anything keeping you from wanting me now."

She moaned something that almost sounded like 'no'.

"Good girl. And what you said earlier is nonsense. You are perfect, Lizzie. Don't ever doubt yourself again, understood? I love your belly," he placed featherlight kisses there, caressing her sides softly, "I love your thighs," he teased her inner thighs and the back of them, knowing that a single touch on the back of her right thigh made her clench her legs around him and rub herself against him, "I love your breasts," he squeezed them, licking and biting her nipples gently," and most of all, I love your ass." he lifted her hips and squeezed her butt firmly. "So if you ever complain about non-existing imperfections of your body again, I will have to knock these doubts out of you vigorously." he threatened with a devilish grin.

"Oh, really? How?" she teased.

In a quick move, Red was pressing down her legs with his; her wrists were secured over her head in his left hand. There was a short moment in which they stared at each other. One second later, he tickled Liz, watching her squirm and and squeal and writhe under him, struggling against his hold on her wrists, begging him to stop between breathless giggles, but he didn't have mercy on her. When he was sure she had learned her lesson, he let go of her.

"Like that."

"Alright...I...I got it..." she panted. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, kissing him passionately.

Just when she thought he was going to deepen the kiss, he pulled away.

"At first, I'll do what I initially wanted to do when I came home and saw you sitting on the bed."

"Hu?"

"Give me your hands and the nail polish."

She did. "Are you sure you can do this? I mean...as a man? Men can't do these things."

"You think? Let me show you."

A few minutes alter, he was done with both hands. It looked better than when she did it, much better. He had painted her nails with such precision that one could think a manicurist had done it. He blew on her nails to help them dry faster, then kissed each hand.

"See? I can do it."

"Well...it looks ok." Liz replied.

He raised an eyebrow at this understatement.

"Alriiight" she admitted "It's great, Red."

"Good girl. Now give me your feet. I'm not yet done."

Liz obeyed, resting her feet in his lap, then flinched and bit her lips when he brushed his thumb over the sole of her left foot.

"Shh, Lizzie, hold still." he ordered, stroking her ankles gently.

When he was finished, they shared another passionate kiss. Liz couldn't wait anymore, now that she had told Red everything that had been on her mind, they had to wait until her toe nails were dried...which seemed to her like an eternity.

"You know, sweetheart, if you wouldn't have flinched and pulled away all the time, we would have been finished earlier...I really need to teach you to hold still and bear a few soft touches." he scolded.

Liz opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.

"No, no, no. You know I'm right, don't you?"

She sighed dramatically. "I do. And now shut up and kiss me."

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Two hours later, they lay in bed, sweating and panting, completely exhausted after slow, fast, gentle and rough lovemaking.

Lying on her right side with her back to Red's chest and a strong, possessive arm wrapped around her shoulder, Liz drifted to sleep.

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