Author's Note: Well, here's the highly-anticipated reunion between Red and Liz. As promised, this is straight-up smut. In fact, that's all it is. If you don't wanna read Lizzington smut, please click the back button. That's the extent of your warning. Hopefully it lives up to everyone's expectations. I apologize for making you guys wait for so long. If you've stuck around this far, thank you! And as always, I'm extremely grateful for reviews.

This chapter is for SIMONE! If this doesn't help to mend that break, then I don't know what will. Either way, I hope you heal up fast.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I'm not getting paid, either.

Chapter 13

Red and Dembe touched down on a private airstrip in Orange County, Virginia at 7 PM the following night. The drive to the farm only took about thirty minutes, but Red was beyond impatient, and Dembe's careful driving was grating his nerves. He wanted a scotch, but held off, for Lizzie. It wasn't as if a drink would cause performance issues, but Red intended to, ahem, perform, several times that night. He asked Dembe to drop him off at the door and not bother unloading the car. Dembe would stay the night in the main house, so Red and Lizzie could have the cottage to themselves.

Lizzie saw the headlights of Red's black Mercedes slowly approaching on the long gravel driveway, and she was all dressed up (or dressed down?) and waiting for him. When the car reversed and pulled away, she opened the front door a few inches and leaned against the door frame, flashing a bare leg at Red. She saw his shoulders suddenly straighten at the sight. He licked his lips and quickened his pace.

"I thought I told you to be waiting for me in bed." He growled

Lizzie took a couple steps back, giving him a moment to see what she was wearing. It was just a simple black silk robe, but his eyes glazed over with lust.

"And I was going to, but.." she replied, and slowly untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. "I wanted to do this," she added, spurred on by Red's hissing intake of breath at the sight of her new lingerie.

With two quick steps, Red crossed the space between them and lifted her up by the waist. Lizzie instantly wrapped her legs around his torso, mostly supporting herself while he pressed her against the wall and laved her neck with his open mouth.

She began to work on his tie, which he had fortunately loosened already. "God, you look so good in red." He moaned into her mouth. She raked her nails down the nape of his neck, and he growled, "but red looks better IN you." His words seemed to have his desired effect. The grip of Lizzie's thighs around him loosened, and she slid down a couple inches before he caught her, slamming her against the wall with his hips.

Now that she could feel him, it was all she felt. Her fingers couldn't manage the buttons on his shirt. She squeezed her thighs and sank her teeth into his shoulder, willing him to grind against her harder. "Red!" she gasped.

He held onto Lizzie as he slowly stepped back from the wall. He rested his forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes while he carried her to the bedroom, navigating the dark halls by memory. When he lowerered her to the bed on her back, he pulled her knees apart and tried to crawl between them, but Lizzie quickly rolled to the side instead. She stood beside him and pushed his shoulders to make him lay on his back. "Me first!"

Well, he wasn't going to stop her.

Lizzie straddled his waist and successfully managed to unbutton his shirt. With a flick of her wrist, she gestured for him to take it off, and scooted backwards to unbuckle his belt, intentionally brushing her palm over him a few times in the process, smiling at the reflexive jerk of his hips.

"I don't know if I should be disappointed that I don't get to undress you, or-" Red gasped when she lowered his zipper.

Lizzie pressed a finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up. He smirked, but his lips quickly went slack when she wrapped her hand around him, over his pants. She slid back and gestured for him to lift his hips, and she pulled off both his pants and boxers at once. She slowly crawled back up to his face, sliding her red lace-clad breasts over his stomach and up to his chest.

Rather than straddle him, she laid at his side, propping her head up on her elbow, and slowly lowered her mouth to kiss him, simultaneously lifting her knee and sliding it up his bare legs, encouraged by his tensing muscles. While she opened her mouth for his tongue, she combed her fingers through the soft hair on his lower belly. Red gently bit down on her lower hip, trying to spur her into further action, but Lizzie wasn't having it. She inched her thigh up a little more, less than an inch from his swollen arousal.

Ever the cheeky devil, Red sneakily slid his hand over to brush against her center, eliciting a startled, throaty moan, but Lizzie quickly pulled back from his reach. "I said ME FIRST." Red wasn't in the least bit apologetic. He just gazed at her with heavy-lidded eyes, offering a silent challenge.

Lizzie covered his mouth her hand. "Lick my palm," she commanded. Without changing his expression, Red complied, not letting on that he was vaguely confused and curious about the odd request. She took the moistened palm from his mouth and quickly replaced it with her lips. Without breaking the kiss, she finally wrapped her fingers around him. His soft moans made her respond in kind, intimately sharing his breath. She dropped her head to the crook of his neck as she slowly began to stroke him. She gradually tightened her grip, relishing in his heat as his pumping blood made him even harder. When his breathing became shallow, she began to lick and suck on his neck. Red's hips bucked, and her tongue found his pulse.

Within minutes, she could tell that he was close to asking her to stop. At the hitch in his breath, she removed her hand. Red groaned-an involuntary protest, and Lizzie dropped her hand further to knead his tense quadriceps. She braced herself on her elbow and straddled his waist. Lacing the fingers of both hands with his, she gradually slid down the bed until she had him at eye level. She paused for a moment, just letting her breath cascade over him while she maintained eye contact.

When she could see the desperate agony in his eyes, Lizzie knew that Red was seonds away from begging. Suddenly compelled by mercy, she lowered her lips and took just the tip into her mouth. Without taking him in further, for several seconds, she stroked the underside with her tongue. Red tightened his grip on her hands, and she lowered her mouth another inch. Again, she only used her tongue to stroke him, but she began to gently suck as well. Red's entire body trembled. She pulled back and immediately plunged down as far as she could.

Red tried to still his shaking hips, but as Lizzie picked up the pace, he found it impossible. Her eyes were still fixated on his, commanding his full attention, as if she didn't already have it. Every time he hit the back of her throat, Liz overcame her gag reflex by swallowing. When she finally released both his hands and his eyes, Red threw his head down and arched his back.

"Lizzie, stop. I'm gonna-"

He was cut off by Lizzie tightening her lips around him.

"Lizzie please," he tried again.

She responded by going faster and humming. Red suddenly realized that it was okay to let go. She wanted him to come, and he was powerless to stop himself. Red moaned and gripped the pillow behind his head. Lizzie could feel the pulsing throb of his orgasm, and found herself moaning along with him. She swallowed it, and rested her head on his stomach while he came down from his orgasmic high.

Red combed his fingers through her hair, gazing fondly at the woman who insisted on pleasuring him first. Within a few short minutes, he beckoned her to crawl up to lay beside him. Knowing how desperate she was to pleasure him made him want more. He craned his head toward her neck and began to work it over with his lips and tongue. With a sudden jerk of his hips, Lizzie could feel that he was hard again.

"Lunch time for me already?" she said with a giggle.

Red rolled her onto her back and kneeled between her parted knees. He grabbed the straps of her red lace thong and slid them off. He placed open-mouth kisses on her pale inner thighs. Liz was shaking by the time he reached her center. When he grazed over her opening with his tongue, Lizzie stopped him.

"You know how much I love this, and normally I'd be happy to let you go on, but I need more than that. I need you, now."

Red lifted his head and lightly raked his teeth over her protruding hip bones. "Well," he said, sighing. He crawled forward to cover her body with his. "You know how much I love giving you what you want." He slipped his length across her sopping wet opening, and gently bit down on the underside of her breast. Lizzie sharply inhaled and bucked her hips. Finally, he reached down and guided himself inside of her. He slowly pressed in deeper, reveling in the feeling of her adjusting to his ample size. When he was completely in, Lizzie locked eyes with him and shuddered. Slowly, he slid back out, and pressed in again. As she increasingly thrashed, Red quickened his pace.

In his deepest voice, Red struggled to ground out, "Oh my god, Lizzie, you feel so good. You have no idea how much I love being inside of you." The vibrations skirting over her neck became the catalyst that made her scream his name in ecstacy while she soared as high as he could take her. She reached both hands downward to grasp his ass, holding him closely while she shook and pulsed around him. Soon, Red's eyes rolled back and he groaned into her mouth while he came inside of her.

When she caught her breath, Lizzie exalted, "God, that was amazing."

"YOU are amazing," Red replied.