A/N: So…this is steamier than expected. You'd think that I'd be immune to the smut by now, but nope, still blushing here. Hope you enjoy this last chapter and thank you SO MUCH for being so amazing and going along on yet another Lizzington adventure with me! This would not happen without your wonderful feedback. Also, serious fluff ahead as well. Smut and fluff. Maybe I'll change my username to SmuttnFluff, since that seems to be my forte lately,lol.

Disclaimed, as always.

Chapter 19

Lizzie looked out into the ocean and fell in love the gaping maw where the water hit the horizon in an explosion of blues and greys and reds. This balcony is her favorite view in all of the world. They had been many places over the last year, but this one is the only one she longed to call home. Being so close to the sea calmed Red like nothing else. He loved the ocean, loved the endless mystery of possibilities it provided, the wild untamable current drew him constantly. They sailed frequently. His eyes were never more at peace than they were at sea, with her by his side.

Strong arms clamped around her from behind, but she relaxed into the vice-like grip he had on her.

"Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in the morning, sailor's take warning." His growl sent shivers down her spine. His voice never ceases to cause a thrill deep down, warming her from the inside out.

"Good morning, sailor." she said softly. Red had slept late today, but she had been pretty inexhaustible last night. Usually it was him waking her throughout the night, but last night it was her.

He nuzzled her neck while he nipped and sucked on her pulse point. "Morning, love."

She moaned in response and let her head fall back on his shoulder. She archer her back as his hands cupped and teased her breasts, causing her nipples to pebble.

"'Tis an ill discoverer that believes that there is no land when he can see nothing but sea.' William Shakespeare was a brilliant man. Able to capture even the most elusive of human emotions. I was the man that, just briefly, believed that there was no land. I was lost at sea with no hope. But you. You are my light and my hope…my home. I can't believe that I was so dense as to alienate that.

I still think you're too good for me, but I am sure that you can help me to forget."

"Oh yeah?" Her reply was breathless as he put a hand in the middle of her back bending her body to kneel on the overstuffed cushion of the chaise lounge in front of her.

He moaned when his hand creeped down to her center, only to find her wet, weeping in her readiness for him to slip inside of her. "Please, Red. Now."

He usually teased her until she screamed, until no one in their vicinity had any question as to whom she belonged. But then, she was the same. She drew the wildest responses from him.

He moaned and cried out as her inner muscles clamped around him. He immediately pushed inside of her to the hilt, over and over again. "God, sweetheart, this is going to be quick, I'm sorry."

"I need it Red, give it to me." He powered into her, his grip on her hips so tight, that she knew she would wear his mark for days, but that just made the fire burn brighter. She felt it, in the pit of her stomach, in the way her fingers and toes started to tingle "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop." Her cries were echoed by the seagulls over the ocean, the perfect backdrop for their love. "Love. You. So. Much." Her words emphasized every deep thrust within her.

He reached around her and rubbed over her clit, sending her screaming into her orgasm. He followed less than a dozen disjointed pumps behind her. There was no finesse, no rhythm, nothing existed but the need that consumed them both.

He nearly collapsed on top of her, but stopped himself by placing his hands on the chaise beside of her.

His breath was deep and labored, but huffed in laughter as he said "I had just intended to say good morning, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to play when I saw you standing there with such a beautiful backdrop. I thought to myself, 'As magnificent as the landscape is, it pales in comparison to the beauty that is my wife- Mrs. Reddington.'. I love you."

She pushed him to a standing position and kissed him softly, putting every ounce of love she had for him into it. "Love you too Mr. Reddington. Let's shower, I'm starving. You helped me work up an appetite."

She grinned as she grabbed his hand and led the way to their decadently sinful marble shower where hopefully she could coax him into round two.

When they finally emerged an hour and a half later, wrapped up in each other and laughing quietly, they were met with the wonderful smell of Dembe putting the finishing touches on breakfast.

"Nice of you two to finally make an appearance. I was about to eat all of this food myself."

Red walked up to him and gave him a huge bear hug "When did you get back in town?"

Dembe had been off visiting family for over a month. Red said he had a girlfriend, but Liz didn't think they were too serious. He would have told her if it was. She knew that Red would never begrudge his friend the time off, but missed him terribly when he was gone.

"This morning. Just a couple hours ago. The gulls were sure loud when I pulled up." His tongue in cheek comment brought a blush to Liz's face, which caused Red to throw back his head in laughter, big guffaws left him shaking in his amusement. Dembe joined in at her discomfort with the source of their humor.

She was so happy that Red and Dembe got over their spat. She wasn't happy when either of them weren't happy. It took many weeks, but Dembe finally forgave Red for his foolishness. She would happily bear the brunt of a few kindhearted jokes if it gave them the opportunity to laugh together as brothers. Besides, she made a mental note to ensure that Red was as loud if not louder than she ever was tonight. It wouldn't be her that Dembe was making fun of come morning.

The End

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