Short one again, guys, but cute. enjoy! Thanks to pl3as3-tak3-m3-t0-w0nd3rland from tumblr for the idea of moving in together xD. I just changed from him moving into her apartment to them moving into a new house because I think it makes it more original for them (and I like the idea of creating something totally theirs, seems more intimate).

After a few weeks they found the perfect house. It was small and cosy, with a living room/ dining room, a small kitchen and two rooms up the stairs. The house was old, but all it needed was a new coat of paint, and it would be perfect. After they signed the papers and it was all done, it took 1 week for them to received the keys, and that wait nearly drove Liz insane.

Red was still not okay with the fact that they were leaving the apartment he bought for her to a small house, but he accepted and gave them the money he made selling the apartment. That money helped them buy all the furniture and the paint to finish the walls.
They finally got the keys to the house and got a weekend free to clean it and paint it. Liz was wearing jeans overalls and had her hair up on a ponytail, whilst Ressler was wearing an old Quantico t-shirt.
They stood for a few minutes looking at the wall with their brushes in their hands, wondering where to start. When they bought it, it seemed like a good idea to have a patterned wall, but now, they had no idea how to do it.
"Maybe we should have it painted" Liz said, frowning and biting her bottom lip.
"No! It's simple, really"
"Simple, hun? Ok, start it then!"
He turned to look at her raising her eyebrows, daring him to start. He analysed the instructions the woman at the paint shop had written for them and started explaining it as he understood.
Ok, so she said we first need to give it a coat of white. Probably two or three coats before we think about the pattern. Then we use the special brush over there to coat it with the color. And then the primer."
"But it is a primer. shouldn't it go first?. and it says here that the walls must be cleaned and sanded. what does that mean?"
He frowned stunned and confused with all that information and was starting to consider leaving the walls the way they were.
"Damn. i'll check the internet. Here, I found a website explaining it in 14 steps." Oh God - Liz thought. She looked at the walls and knew that they would not do he came back, she completely ignored what he was saying, and used her brush on his face, painting him from forehead to chin in white.

She opened her mouth as he stood in front of her stunned and then ran away as he wanted revenge. They looked like two kids running around their house. When she got to their bedroom, the bed recently delivered and the mattress still wrapped in plastic seemed inviting enough, so she jumped on it, her bare feet sliding on the plastic as she dodge his attempts to trip her. He finally grabbed her feet and she fell on her back on the mattress, and he perched on top of her, brush in hand.
"Let me see, how am I going to create my masterpiece?" He said, as he drew spots on her face with the paint, and she was laughing so hard tears were coming out of her eyes. He could feel her belly shaking under him as he painted her face white.
"Oh, no!" She said, as she spit a bit of paint that entered her mouth. He threw the brush over his shoulder and she complained, afraid that it would stain the floor.
"I'll clean it!"

"what if it doesn't come off?"

"then we'll have carpets." he seemed to have a solution for whatever problem she came up with.

Then he started to kiss her neck and shoulders, painting it in white as he did, staining her t-shirt.
He unbuckled the overalls, and then slid the t-shirt off, revealing her breasts as she was not wearing a bra. They kept kissing and touching, the heat increasing as she slid her hand under his t-shirt and scrapped his back lightly with her nails, but then there was knock on the door.
"Don't answer it" Liz said, panting, already begging for him.
"Wasn't planning to" was his reply.
There was another knock, and then the person rang the doorbell.
"I hate our neighbours" he said, causing her to laugh out loud, but then consider that it might be a neighbor, and they had to make an impression. Aparently the neighborhood was quite friendly, but also very united, and they didn't want to go against this.
"C'mon" she said, patting him on the back so he would get off of her. "We should answer"
"What?" He said, disappointed, as she put her t-shirt back on and was buttoning the sides of the overalls. "You go then. it's not that easy for me"
She smirked proudly as she bent on the bed to kiss him, and then went downstairs to open the door.
"Hey!" A nice old lady was on the other side, holding a plate containing what seemed to be a cake. "How are you, my dear? My name is Eliza. I live next door and was so excited to find out that someone finally got this old house!"
Liz motioned to let Eliza in, and the woman looked up and down the house, measuring everything. She had a strange accent and Liz couldn't just figure out where she was from.
"Oh, I'm Liz. I've moved in here with my boyfriend Donald, he's upstairs." She said, and as she looked at the stairs she noticed her reflection in the mirror by the foot of the stairs. She still had her face painted with balls of white. She ran to the kitchen to grab a towel and tried to remove it, but some vestiges that had already dried stayed on her skin.
"Oh, don't worry my love. It's part of the fun of painting a wall, isn't it?" The nice woman said, walking now towards the living room. The furniture was all in the middle of the room, covered in plastic so they could paint. "How are you doing, by the way?"

"Not very good" Liz confessed, and then pointing at her face. "We kinda gave up. We decided to have a pattern, but now it doesn't seem like an idea as we can't even start."

"Oh" the woman laughed. "I imagine. It seems so easy when we see from the outside, right? My father used to be a painter, I know how it is. I used to observe him doing it, when I went to help in his job, and thought I could do it. Never did. Oh, I may have the number of a nice young man that can help you with that."

"Oh, that would be great!" Said Liz, and then she gave the woman one of her FBI cards.

"FBI, hun? that sounds important."

"I'm a profiler. I analyse the cases and create profiles for suspects."

"So it is important. Well done. What about your man?"

Liz laughed when the woman called Donald 'her man'. He was it, indeed.

"He's a field agent."

"danger, hun? You lives must be very exciting."

"We're actually looking for some peace, now" they both stared at each other, and Liz thought it was coming to an awkward silence, but the woman kept smiling, and she felt comfortable.

"Here!" The woman put the plate on Liz's hands and it was still warm and it smelt delicious. "It's a carrot cake. In Brazil we top it with melted chocolate. I hope you like it"
Ah, she was Brazilian. That explains the warmth and friendliness.
"Thanks. So, you're from Brazil? How long have you been here in DC?" They moved to the kitchen, where most of the things were already settled, just a few boxes were on the table. She put the plate on the counter and took a knife from the top drawer. When she removed the tablecloth that was covering the cake, the smell hit her strong, and it looked beautiful too.
"Oh, about 20 years already. I came here because of my husband, bless his soul. He passed away 5 years ago. Since then I live alone, but my kids visit quite often. I usually cook around for the people in the area."
She cut a piece and it was bright yellow, with some lines of brown as the chocolate ran on the sides of the piece. She felt suddenly hungry.
At this moment, Donald entered the kitchen and introduced himself to the lady.
"Hum! Good choice, my dear! He's a catch." the woman smirked at Don, who blushed a little.
"This is Eliza. She's Brazilian and she lives next door. She was kind enough to bring us cake" he took a piece and tried it, the warm cake melting in his mouth. He couldn't help letting out a moan.
"This is so good!"
The woman smiled, feeling proud.
"I can bring you all kinds of Brazilian treats for you to try. You Americans don't know how to eat, really! I mean, if you want, i don't want to intrude."
They already loved their neighbour, and were devouring the cake. "Sure, we would love to!"
"Well, I'm going home now, I let another cake in the oven. It's very nice to meet you, call me if you need anything, ok?"
The woman said goodbye with two kisses on their cheeks, which was strange enough but must be something Brazilians do, and then she let herself out.
They kept eating the cake and realised they hadn't had lunch yet.
"Wow, this is amazing!"
"Yeah!" They had their mouths full.
"I guess I won't be needing you anymore, Liz. The chocolate is doing it for me" she slapped him on the shoulder, and he grabbed her arm to pull her close. They had now their faces white and brown from the chocolate, but they didn't mind as they resumed what they were doing in the bedroom right there on the kitchen counter.
After a long and hot make out session, as they were panting and catching their breath, they contemplated how wonderful that experience was, and how many things they would live still in that house. They were building a history together.
They hired the handy man to paint the walls and took two more days to set all the decoration until the house was ready to receive them permanently.

They moved in in separate days. He moved in first, and spent the night alone as she had to burn the midnight oil in a case with Samar. Then she moved in, but he had to fly to LA for a meeting. Their first night together in the house was a Friday night, and they already stablished a tradition. Friday nights were take out and movie night.
She entered the house bringing two pizza boxes and the blu ray of Mad Max. He was surprised she hadn't brought Wing Yee's.
"Wing Yee's was my tradition with Tom," she explained. "Is it okay if we change it?"
"Sure Liz!" He said, understanding that it brought memories she didn't want to recycle. "By the way, I never considered the chinese our thing from that date."
"No?"
"U-hun. It was the wine. You chose to drink that wine with me."
She smiled, remembering Red's orders about the wine " Red told me to drink it with someone special"
He didn't know that. He looked surprised and flattered. "Oh, yeah? I didn't know that. Thank you, Liz. It means... a lot. I mean, at that time we were just partners, I would have never thought..."

"Well, I was lonely and scared and still hurt because of Tom, and you were there for me. It was special."

They spent some time just looking at each other lovingly, and then he bent down. "That's why.." He pulled a bottle of red wine from the wine cooler they have under the counter in the kitchen. It keeps the wine in a cool temperature and it was already filled with red and white bottles. She smiled and got the cups from the cupboard.

They watched the film as they ate, discussing how the film brought a new view on the role of women in the cinema and in society.
"I see you like this in the taskforce. Like Furiosa. Strong, determined but delicate. Owner of herself, but still sensible." She felt so good with what he said that she just leaned and gave him a kiss. "I love you, and I love our house"
"Me too" he replied, pulling her closer by the waist.
"Tonight is our first official night here, both of us" she remembered.
"I know." He whispered.
"What do you want to do now?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"I want to finally have you with me in our bed" he said, and she stood up pulling him from the sofa by the hand, then guiding him up the stairs to their bedroom.
A light breeze entered the room from the opened window, and the night was dark outside.
As she lead him into the room, she turned around to face him and pulled him straight into a kiss, holding his hair. He pushed her slightly so her legs would touch the bed and then tilted her until she fell on it, with him falling over her.
It was finally their moment, in their house, the start of something amazing.

Oh, aren't they adorable? Fun fact, Eliza, the Brazilian neighbor, is based on my grandmother, who is actually Portuguese, but so Brazilian in spirit. and her carrot cake is to die for! Just so you have a picture of what I tried to describe, check this photo (it's not my grandma's, it's just a googled pic) - . /imgres?imgurl= . &imgrefurl= . /bolo-de-cenoura-magnifico/&h=372&w=620&tbnid=edv1t5SWOewgFM:&docid=skHsT6_wwKMwXM&ei=WYdGVujoE8PJogTuwa74CQ&tbm=isch&ved=0CDQQMygDMANqFQoTCKj5ivbajskCFcOkiAod7qALnw

Fun fact 2 - Here's the how to paint a wall in 14 steps that I found ( Paint-a-Wall). I thought it was hard enough so I changed from having then painting the wall to the running around painting each other's faces idea. they would have painted each other eventually in the other idea xD.

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