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Chapter 6

Red's contact turned out to be a woman. They left early the next day, and despite what Red had initially said, he would tell her nothing but "This contact is essential to clearing you of espionage" until they reached the café where the meet was to take place.

She was young. Younger than Liz, in fact. Red told Liz that her mother was a long time employee of the Director's at his vacation home in the south of France.

After the repeated news articles exposing the movement of the clandestine group over the past three decades, the Director had holed up behind a wall of spooks at the CIA. No one could find his whereabouts. Except Red, he somehow knew of the estate when there was no evidence connecting him to the property.

The Director wasn't a good man, so it didn't take much digging to find someone that had a reason to hate him. The fact that it was the child of his longtime mistress and housekeeper, was immensely helpful. She was all too helpful to turn over information to Red.

Liz, however, hated her on site. Her name was Margueritte, her tiny, elfin body with long blond hair was everything that Liz wasn't. She was too young, too pretty, and flirting with Red, who had no compunction flirting back-the bastard- and left Liz with only snippets of their conversation. Which of course, was entirely in French.

She hated when Margueritte touched him. Little touches on his sleeve, light brushes against him as she emphasized a particular statement. Liz just sighed and abruptly stood to order another coffee at the small café in Ukraine, of all places. They travelled there by train in a private car with a new set of identities for that very purpose.

His Lizzie was livid, positively green with jealousy, and Red couldn't be happier about it. There was a certain pleasure to found in creating havoc, at least he thought so.

As she walked up to the counter, he told Margueritte "My wife is bored with our little meeting, but I thank you for all of the information, but our ride will be leaving soon."

"Do not thank me Mr. Markham, just kill him. Free my mother and I will consider us even."

They stood and she hugged him and kissed his cheek. After over two decades of servitude for a monster, her mother would have an opportunity for freedom.

He gave her a short squeeze and patted her back, not uncomfortable, but worried that Lizzie would turn around and misconstrue-so of course she turned around. He eyes narrowed. She looked from him to the young woman wrapped around him and threatened. He sighed. Lizzie jealous was adorable. Lizzie angry and wanting to stab him was not.

They hadn't spoken the entire ride back to the train station. He had tried while they waited for the taxi to take them to the train station, but she stopped him with a "For your safety, I suggest you don't try to speak right now."

He hadn't tried since. She figured that he had given up on trying to explain herself until she found herself pressed firmly against the wall of their train car. Every inch of her was wedged in between him and the wall.

"I let you stew because you said that you didn't want to hear it, but now it's my turn. You're going to listen. I know you are angry with me but you need to know that I wanted nothing to do with that child. She wasn't even legal to drink in the states."

Her eyes welled with unshed tears "You could have fooled me. You were all over each other." She hated showing him how much it hurt to see him flirting with another. It made her feel like she was less than nothing.

"For your information, despite what you make think, I am not a total reprobate. She was a means to an end. An end of the cabal chasing you. And also, you are forgetting one very vital piece to this puzzle of crazy you're putting together: Why would I ever desire her when I have exactly what I want right here in front of me?"

With that, he kissed her as if he were a man dying of thirst and she was the only drop of water in sight. They met in a clash of teeth and tongues that left her breathless. This was no tentative kiss. This was owning, both having realized the futility of holding back any longer. He was hers and she was his.

She gripped the back of his head and neck and pressed herself impossibly close. His arousal was long and hard against her center. Her leg curled around the back of his as she rubbed herself on him.

He ground himself against her, hitting a spot so perfect it didn't take long until she was screaming out her orgasm into his mouth.

So lost in each other they were, an observer would be hard pressed to tell where he ended and she began.

Imagining and experiencing Raymond Reddington were two very different things. Nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught of emotion. She went from being furious with him, to melting in his arms.

She broke her mouth away from his with a gasp "Red, oh my god, what are we doing?"

He kissed down her neck, pulling her shirt to expose her clavicle to his mouth along the way "I don't know about you, but I am currently seducing the most enchanting creature I've ever known."

She froze and he stopped his journey to look into her eyes, searching for her regret.

He would find none.

It was she who made a discovery. His eyes were black, hooded with desire. His nostril flaring with his labored breathing. He was so mesmerizing that she could hardly form a complete thought. All she knew in that moment was that she would die if she didn't taste him.

Tbc…

A/N: I know! We'll get to the good part soon enough…it would have just ended up twice as long though and I am not ready for this fic to end any time soon. So…let me know what you think.