AN: I managed to actually write some more. Thanks to tmmachado, for kicking my butt. I wouldn't have managed to pull this off without you. Thanks goes also to jackandsamforever for being a wonderful beta and putting up with my German punctuation issues. Thanks for all the reviews and messages. It really means a lot. I mean you especially, silhouettedredoblivion. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to you. Thank you so much for your encouraging words, they mean the world. Here we go.

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I hate to do this, you leave no choice
Can't live without her
Love me or hate me we will be boys
Standing at that altar
Or we will run away
To another galaxy, you know
You know she's in love with me
She will go anywhere I go

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know
You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die
Tough luck, my friend, 'cause the answer's still 'No"

"Rude" by Magic!

Enough To Keep You

Chp. 6

A couple of days later, Liz was in her room putting some lipstick on when the doorbell rang. Before she could even make it out of her room, she heard her father call out that he would open the door. She hurriedly checked her appearance once more before making her way downstairs.

"Mr. Milhoan," the unmistakable voice of her boyfriend said.

"Hello, Raymond." Her father shook the boy's hand. "Come in."

"Thank you."

"Lizzie should be down any - oh there she is."

The girl smiled widely at the blond. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey, yourself," Red replied with a smile of his own as he made his way over to her. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek, no way in hell would he plant a kiss on her mouth with her father watching. "You look so beautiful."

She blushed at his words. "Stop!" Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the living room.

Their 'couch dating' was going great. At least that was what Red kept telling her. All they really did was sit there and talk, sometimes they would share innocent kisses, but nothing more; because the knowledge of her father right around the corner was kind of killing the mood. Sam, however, felt extremely relieved that he could keep an eye on his little girl and her (way too old, in his opinion) boyfriend, he did admire the kid's patience though. When he was still a young lad, he would not let anyone tell him what to do. Maybe the boy wasn't that bad after all.

"Did you bring it?" She asked once they were seated on the couch.

"Of course I did," he replied. "But first -" He stopped and then leaned into kiss her lips this time, albeit still innocently. "There. Much better."

Liz smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. She loved how it felt between her fingers, it was just so soft and it smelled really good too. Every chance she got, she would bury her nose in the blond strands, much to Red's delight.

He pulled out a VHS from his backpack that now lay on the floor, and held it up for her to see. "You're sure you're up for it? It's not that scary, but you did say you were scared of 'Madam Mim' in 'The Sword in the Stone'."

"Excuse me?" Liz put her hands on her hips and tried to look offended. "Everyone was afraid of her when she turned herself into those ugly things!"

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, but his eyes still crinkled at the sides. The poke into his belly was expected, still he huffed out a laugh and curled away from her. Of course she had already found out just how ticklish he was. "Alright, alright, just don't break my hand." She stuck out her tongue at him and Red winked at her.

"Just put it in already," she said impatiently.

Somehow he couldn't stop his mind from going someplace else at her words. He got up from the couch and put the VHS into the player, taking the remote with him before flopping back down next to her. "Mr. Milhoan?" He called out and Liz looked at him questioningly.

"Yes, Raymond?" She could hear her dad ask back from the kitchen.

"We were going to watch 'The Shining'. Would you like to join us?"

Liz' eyes grew wide. "What the hell, Ray?!" She whispered harshly, but he only smiled.

Sam walked into the living room and looked at them. "Are you sure?"

Liz wanted to yell at him, that no, it was not okay, not at all, but her boyfriend beat her to it. "Of course. If we take over your living room almost every day, the least we can do is share it with you," he said with a charming smile.

She wanted to slap him for it. How could he invite her dad to watch a movie with them. She enjoyed the quiet time with him, even though it was a rather unusual place to date, but they made it work somehow. And now this.

When everyone was settled, Liz had chosen to still cuddle up to her boyfriend, no matter what her father would think, Red pressed play and the movie started. Not long into the film, she was already beginning to feel nervous about it. She loved scary movies, but she did indeed get scared. Grabbing onto her boyfriend's hand, Liz pulled it around her body, pushing herself more deeply into his chest and held it to her. His thumb stroked over her sides a couple of times before he pressed a kiss into her hair.

Somehow, she wasn't exactly sure how, her father and her boyfriend had engaged in a conversation.

"I'm from Boston, so of course I'm a Red Sox fan, no matter how painful that can be," Red said with a chuckle.

"You're a Red Sox fan?" Sam asked, his eyes now focused solely on the younger man, and Liz already groaned inwardly. "I am too!"

"You are?" Her boyfriend grinned. "Did you watch the last game?"

"I was actually at the stadium."

"Guys?" Liz tried turning their attention to her, or at least back towards the movie, but it looked as if they didn't even hear her.

"You were in Boston? Oh man, I haven't been to a game in too long. That homerun, though." Red's voice held amazement.

"Daddy?"

Sam nodded eagerly before he stood. "Let me get you a beer, son," he said, motioning for him to follow.

"Ray."

Her boyfriend pulled his arm away from her body and followed her father towards the kitchen. "You do know I'm not twenty-one yet, Sir?"

"Hello?" She waved her arms in the air, but didn't receive any attention at all.

He waved his hand in dismissal. "I won't say anything if you don't. And please, son, call me Sam."

'Just... what the hell?!' Liz thought, watching their retreating backs. Was this the twilight zone or something? There was no way she would be sitting here watching this on her own. Jack Nicholson was creepy already, but that kid on the tricycle? Never in her life would she watch that little bastard driving around the house shouting 'Redrum' for another single second.

This was just unbelievable. Liz stood and stalked up to her room, slamming the door behind her before flopping down on her bed. There was only one person that could make her feel better now. Picking up the phone, she dialed a number she knew by heart.

"Amy, it's me. You won't believe what just happened."

"What?" Her girlfriend was already all ears.

"The most horrible thing ever!" Liz exclaimed.

She could hear rustling on the other end and knew that she had her friend's attention. "Do tell."

"My father loves my boyfriend!"

THEBLACKLISTTHEBLACKLISTTHEBLACKLIST

Downstairs, both men were startled by the slamming of the door. Their eyes met and Sam raised a brow.

"Maybe you should go talk to her."

"Me?" Red asked. "Isn't that more of father/daughter thing?"

"Well, son, it sure isn't me she's mad at."

The younger man winced at his words, but nodded. "Right." He sighed. "Thanks for the beer, Sam." He turned to leave the kitchen when the older man spoke up again.

"Try not to get yourself killed, Ray," the older man said with a chuckle.

Once upstairs, Red knocked on his girlfriend's door, but didn't receive a reply. He could hear her talking, so she was probably on the phone. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

"It's a nightmare," Liz groaned.

"But look at it this way, your dad will probably let you do more stuff with Ray," Amy replied.

"Lizzie?" Red called out softly, not enjoying being ignored right now.

"Oh, he's there? Talk to him!"

"I don't know," the brunette said, playing with the cord on the phone.

"Lizzie." She turned to look at him and saw that his head was cocked to the right, an unamused look on his face. "Can we talk?" She didn't answer for a moment, but his gaze didn't waver.

"As much as I would love to hear this, Im'ma hang up now, Liz. Go make up with your guy! And tell me all about it later!" Amy laughed and then disconnected the call, leaving Liz with an annoying beeping.

"Why don't you join us downstairs, sweetheart?"

She slammed down the receiver and glared at him. "Are you kidding me?"

"Sweetheart, I don't know what your probl -"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Ray?!"

She knew that he hated foul language when it wasn't absolutely necessary. "Lizzie, you should be happy that your dad and I actually get along. I don't know why you're being like this right now."

She continued glaring at him, but Red couldn't help but notice just how cute that made her look. "You're mad I didn't pay you enough attention." It wasn't a question. He made his way towards her bed and knelt on the mattress, using his arms to frame her body. "You're mad because I didn't kiss you enough," he whispered as he closed the distance between them and gently pressed his lips to hers in a series of pecks. "I definitely haven't kissed you enough." She couldn't control her arms anymore and they practically wound themselves around his neck to pull him closer.

"Your dad loves me," he said with a grin when he pulled away after a few more moments.

Liz grinned back at him. "I noticed."

"And I really like him, too. So if he likes me, he will probably allow me to see you more. Even outside this house; and I would like that very much," Red said. "So why don't you come downstairs and we all can just talk some. By the way, why didn't you tell me your dad was -"

"Ray?" She interrupted him softly. "Just shut up and kiss me."

His long eyelashes fluttered against his skin and he blinked rapidly, a smile forming on his face. "I can do that," he replied, and then leaned in to kiss her again.