This chapter was a little tough for me to write, I just wasn't happy with it, but I owe you an update so, I'll just leave this here then run and hide…
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Chapter 8
Being on the run must also include having minions. She opened her wardrobe to grab an old t-shirt only to find it stuffed to the brim with clothing.
There were night gowns that ranged from Little House on the Prairie to pure sex. She blushed, thinking of wearing one in front of him. She chose a midnight blue silk sheath with spaghetti straps. It barely touched the tops of her thighs. The matching robe made it slightly more modest, but barely.
She felt a little hungry so she made her way to the kitchen to find a snack. She had hoped to see Red in his room as she passed, but the door was shut and the light was off.
Her disappointment was an ache in her chest as she thought about Red trying to avoid her.
It disappeared as she rounded the corner to the kitchen to see Red, scooping ice cream into bowl a bowl.
He had changed into black plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt.
He spotted her and grinned. "Lizzie, I made you a snack, you must be hungry." He patted the stool next to where he stood, drizzled chocolate on the ice cream and slid the sundae on the counter to where she sat.
"Thank you, I would tell you what an amazing mind reader you are, but I doubt that your ego needs the stroking."
His smiled dimmed a bit "We've had enough…stroking for right now. But, we do need to talk."
Her stomach clenched in trepidation of what she knew was to come. Rejection. To prepare, she stared at her ice cream as if it held the answers to the universe, hoping if she avoided eye contact he would drop the subject.
She had no such luck.
"Lizzie, I want to talk about us and I need you to look at me to do so."
Her eyes clashed with his, but all she saw was warmth. It gave her the courage to see that maybe it wasn't all bad news "OK, I'm listening."
"What happened today was…one of the most erotic experiences of my entire life."
She scoffed, she felt defensive because she thought Red was placating her with a compliment before letting her down easy. "Bullshit. I've heard you talking about waking up covered in Vaseline. I am pretty sure me sucking your dick is on the very vanilla end of the spectrum for you."
His eyes narrowed. "You may be wont to trivialize what happened between us because you think that I'm going to tell you that it cannot happen again, but you're going to be quiet and listen."
Oh how she hated how perceptive he was.
"The truth is I should be saying those things. The reasons we shouldn't be together is written in the blood spilled over the past two years. I am dangerous. There's no getting around that. I am a criminal. I have done things, terrible things, but never to anyone that didn't strike first or deserved it. I am no slaughterer of innocents.
"Now, where was I? What happened between us was extraordinary. Like nothing I've ever experienced. It made me realized that my feelings for you have evolved into something that is…consuming me. And because of that, I am ready to admit that attempting a permanent relationship is what I never hope could be, but want so very badly that I am willing to do anything to make it happen. That is…if you are willing?"
She had tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat. All she could do was nod.
She bit her lip trying to get her emotions under control before she spoke "I am absolutely more than willing. I just need to know that you didn't change your mind because I threw myself at you."
He laughed softly, nuzzled kisses into her temple "Sweetheart, I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I generally do as I please, no matter what. Now, everything is straightened out for now and you had an opportunity for a snack. It's my turn."
"You want ice cream? Why didn't you make yourself a bowl when you made mine?"
He patted the counter to indicate that he wanted her to sit there. She raised an eyebrow, but complied, very aware that she was barely covered.
"I don't want any ice cream. I want you." He brought the chocolate syrup over to rest against her thigh, leaving no mystery as to what he wanted.
She laughed "Red, this nightgown probably cost a fortune. You are not going to ruin it by getting it all sticky"
He just knelt in front of her and began a nibbling, kissing, sucking journey to her core. "Well then I suggest you take it off, because if you don't by the time I reach it, I'm going to rip it off and then it will be ruined anyway."
His words enflamed her already aroused body. Her skin felt too tight, her nipples hard in anticipation of what he would do should she not comply.
He drizzled some chocolate over her thighs and in the end, practicality won. She didn't want her gown ruined so she wiggled out from underneath the robe and gown, untied the robe, and threw it over her head.
Red sucked in his breath at the sight of her. "This would have happened a lot sooner had I known you were totally naked under there." She spread her legs a little and teased him with a glimpse of her core.
He spoke sporadically as he kissed up her leg.
"Oh, Lizzie, you're so wet for me….I have never seen anything so lovely…I will never get enough of you."
When he reached her center, she spread her legs impossibly wide. He knew right where she wanted him and still he made her wait for the contact she so desperately needed.
"Red, if you don't get moving, I'm going to take care of business myself and leave you hanging."
He put his mouth on her clit, hummed and said "Oh, that is something I am going to need to see, so maybe later, but I'm busy right now."
She thought she knew what she'd been asking for, but Red was voracious and thorough in his sensual assault.
Her moans and screams of pleasure soon turned to pleading for mercy. Red was relentless. He brought her to orgasm so many times she lost count.
If this was being in a relationship with Raymond Reddington was going to be like, she may not survive.
A/N: I promise that the next chapter will start right where this one left off…with more to come! Let me know what you think!