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Disclaimer: See chapter one.
They had travelled to France, Red had a lovely place settled in the middle of no where. The house itself was more like a mansion, Liz swore she'd get lost in it.
The first thing she saw when she walked in was an incredibly big open space that looked like a lounge, a quite extravagant lounge at that as well, all the rooms seem to travel off from there, it was the heart of the house.
One evening as Liz had gotten out of the shower and prepared for bed, she found that she couldn't sleep very well and decided to venture out and find Red. It didn't take long to find him on his balcony with a glass of scotch and a cigar, he was still wearing a full suit but his tie was disrobed and he wore his shirt with a few buttons undone.
She stood at the door and watched for a while as he moved the cigar from his fingers to his lips, tilted his head back and exhaled. This really should not look that good, it's unhealthy, but boy does he make that look sexy.
"Elizabeth, it's late." She was taken aback, she really thought that she hadn't made a sound, obviously she did.
"I can't sleep."
"Welcome to my world…" He waved his hand across the view of the balcony and continued to not look her way.
"Where's the alcohol?"
"Really Lizzie? Are you sure you want to start drinking at…" he paused and looked down at his watch "2am?"
"Yes, we don't have anything to do tomorrow do we?"
"Point taken." He finally turned around to find her in nothing but a FBI t shirt and boxers. He was slightly taken aback and realised a few moments later that they were his boxers.
She too was also taken aback, having never really seen him with his shirt buttoned down and without a tie. She could see his chest hair and all she wanted to do was touch it.
He started walking towards the door where she was stood, he paused at her side, behind her line of vision and whispered in her ear "You can wear my boxers whenever you like, they definitely look much better on you than me…" Her whole body shivered. The warmth of his breath on her neck left her tingling. His low voice echoed through her whole body.
She couldn't believe the effects this man had on her, she'd never experience anything like it.
Liz turned her attention to him, suddenly finding how close they were stood. "I wouldn't know."
"Touche."
Red disappeared to find more alcohol while Liz decided to make herself comfortable on the balcony.
He came back out with a bottle of Russian Vodka, poured them both two glasses and sat down opposite Liz.
"What's keeping you awake?" he asked.
"A lot of things, Tom, you, me, my whole life."
"What about me keeps you awake?" he was keeping his face as nonchalant as possible, when inside he was as giddy as a crushing teenage boy.
"Nothing I feel like talking to you about at 2am on a balcony with alcohol involved…"
"Ok, so what's keeping you awake about you and your life?"
"I'm scared… really scared, that now I'm not going to have a normal, run of the mill life. It's all changed, and I understand it has too, and I'm sort of happy to but there's this thing in the back of my head telling me that I shouldn't like it…"
"That's incredibly rational though, this is a big change and us humans are not really, truly contempt with change, so when there is a change like this, and we feel at peace with it, the brain interferes." He didn't really look at her much when he spoke, she felt it may have been something he'd already struggled with or possible still does.
"What about me is keeping you awake?" he repeated again.
"I don't think we should have that conversation…"
He leaned forward on his elbows "And why would that be?"
"I'm pretty sure, you would take that back when I start talking, you'd start speaking about lines in the sand and rabbit holes."
"Now I'm intrigued, though I will take your word for it."
They sat for a while in silence.
Neither wanting to make a single word.
"I don't know how you do this Red."
"What do you mean?"
"This, being alone, no people, no company, don't get me wrong I appreciate having you around but it's just you and me. No one else. We have needs." She saw that line and jumped over it, she knew where she was going with this conversation, whatever I can blame the alcohol in the morning.
"We do."
"You do not strike me as a man that was take care of these needs by yourself…"
"Lizzie, are you trying to seduce me?" he asked with a small grin and a subtle wink.
"No, I'm just genuinely interested. I've not seen any random women around the safe houses over the past couple of months and we've not left."
"Lizzie, we're sharing a house, I'm a gentleman, I would not bring another woman here to satisfy my needs. Likewise I would appreciate the same reciprocation from you. I wouldn't appreciate it very much if you bought a stranger into the house to satisfy your needs."
She blushed a little at his comment, as crude as the conversation may seem, he really did care about her and her feelings.
"Back to my previous statement, you do not seem like a man to take care of said needs."
"When in need Elizabeth." There was that cheeky wink again.
She'd happily admit that at this point she was probably dealing with some dutch courage.
"So where? Do you have a secret little hide out in all these safe houses?"
"Wow, alcohol to the brain Lizzie? My bedroom. My turn, what about you?"
This conversation was really jumping and running over any lines either of them had set. He couldn't believe she was actually asking him this, it showed in her alcohol impaired brain that she wanted to know. Like they say a drunk mind speaks the truth of a sober heart.
Maybe she actually does find me attractive.
"I am not telling you." She smirked and tried to winked but failed miserably.
"Let me guess?"
"Ok, you get four guesses, but if you don't get it right I'm not telling you."
And the little harmless game began, may the best man win…
"Bedroom?" He paused and took a drag from his recently lit cigar.
"No."
"Cellar?"
"God no!"
"Care to make this little game a bit more interesting?" A look of desire took over his eyes, like a predatory gaze.
"What did you have in mind? And I'm not saying yes yet."
"If I get this right in the next guess, you take off your top…" Red instantly regretted saying it. What on earth was she going to think of him now?!
Feeling more adventurous than usual, she weighed up her options, if he got it right she'd end up topless and him the winner, maybe she could make it even more interesting.
"Ok, and if you get it wrong, you take off yours."
WOW! She'd admitted to play his weird little game… once again he was taken aback.
"Agreed. In the bath?"
Instead of answering she swiftly reached down to the hem of her t shirt and brought it slowly and gradually up over her head and threw it on the floor.
A little gobsmacked Red didn't really know what to do.
"Have you ever thought about me like this?"
"Like what?" Trying to play it as cool as possible, but it wasn't really working, Red could hear his pulse race as he tried to control himself.
"Like this Red, no top, just a bra?"
"Do you really think you want to go down this road with me Lizzie?"
"You're really not answering my question Red, do you?"
"Fine, you crossed the line. Yes, yes Elizabeth I have." Well that stunned the conversation, nothing like a bit of awkward silence. "Why do you look at my lips when I talk?"
"I think you know the answer to that."
"Hm, but there are two probable answers and I would much rather not get it wrong, so, please do feel free to fill me in." And again, they swiftly found that awkward silence and dropped it in between them. "Ok explanation one; you're just a really keen listener, a popular trait of those who are good listeners is to keep some sort of facial contact, though the most popular is eyes. Explanation two;" he paused, stood up and slowly approached her. He inched his face closer and close to hers. "You want to kiss me, you want to feel the touch of my lips on yours, you want to indulge in the taste of them, you want to feel my lips hover over yours while you beg for me to close the gap. Biting and moaning as I suck on your lower lip and claim them as my own."
And that was it.
Enough playing and dancing around each other.
Liz closed the gap and waited for him to close the gap also.
He slowly moved his face closer and hovered his lips over hers before whispering "I never make the first move."
She sure as hell wasn't making the first move now, she would have happily before he arrogantly told her he never does, instead she let her lips hover around his mimicking a kiss. She traced the outline of his lips with hers and briefly let the tip of her tongue ghostly slide over them before abruptly standing up and leaving the balcony.
Red couldn't help but watch as her hips swung seductively from side to side in his very own boxers.
tbc...
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