AN: This is it! I hope you liked it. Thank you for your kind feedback. I wish all of you a Happy New Year. Stay safe!

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Chapter 2

"Lizzie?" Red called out. They weren't living together so far, but he had a key to her place and would stay with her most of the time. He didn't want to pressure her into moving in together though. He knew that he could be a pain in the ass, and he also knew that after everything with Tom, she was still on guard a lot. He couldn't blame her. "Sweetheart?" They had talked the evening before, as he had business to attend to in Europe, clean business nowadays, but he had promised her that he would make it home to her in time for his birthday, even though he couldn't care less about that day.

He was about to call out for her again, when he noticed a piece of paper sticking to the hallway mirror.

'Come straight to the bedroom please. xoxo Lizzie'. He chuckled. She knew that he wasn't a big fan of those weird abbreviations. She had piqued his curiosity though, so without taking the time to shed himself from his outdoor clothing, he went to the bedroom, feeling a little giddy. He would die a happy man if he could make love to his Lizzie for the rest of his life. He didn't need anything else.

He slowly pushed the door open, but the room seemed empty. "Sweetheart?" He stepped over the threshold and noticed a chair in the middle of the room, the lights were off, but there were candles on the nightstand, the windowsill, and the sideboard. 'Sit.' It said on another small post-it. He took the piece of paper off the chair and sat down, excited beyond words. Their lovelife was rather vanilla compared to the things he had tried throughout his life, not that he would ever want to change that. He loved the sweet and gentle way they made love; his heart always burst inside his chest. If she was curious to explore more with him, he'd gladly give it to her, whatever she wanted. She had told him once about the fantasy she'd had when she had first seen him strapped to that chair. Maybe she wanted to act that out.

He groaned at that. Bound to a chair while Lizzie had her way with him… he would probably come in his pants. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Red straightened, waiting for her to show herself. There she was, his beautiful, beautiful Lizzie. She was wearing a jacket, a red blouse beneath, with his tie around her neck, and a skirt, a very short one. Her legs were clad in stockings and she was actually wearing heals for him, even though she hated them. He would massage her sore calves later on. For now, he couldn't do much but stare at her. Her hair was in a ponytail, some loose blonde strands hanging down the side of her face. She wore make-up, a little more than she usually would, and her lips were bright red; she knew exactly how much he loved the color on her. He briefly wondered what color her underwear was.

Liz snatched up a remote control and he registered the tune immediately. 'You Can Leave Your Hat On'. He groaned again, feeling himself twitching in his pants already. She stepped up to him, right between his legs, making him look up at her. Swaying her hips seductively, she started unbuttoning his coat, shoving it off his shoulders just enough to restrain his arms slightly. He thought he had died and gone to heaven when she snatched his fedora from his head, plopping it onto her own, before stepping back again.

She had apparently worked on this for some time. He knew that she wasn't much of a dancer, but this, her, she was incredible already and he almost couldn't wait for her to continue. Taking off her jacket first, she threw it off to the side, her fingers going for the buttons of the blouse. She only opened it until the top of her breasts were exposed, his tie touching her bare skin now. He had to swallow hard at the lace he could see beneath. As far as he could tell, it was a new one, black with red stripes. God, he loved her. Liz stepped between his legs again, putting her hands on his thighs for leverage as she let herself slide down, brushing against him, not where he needed it the most though. He couldn't help himself as he leaned forward, wanting to, needing to feel her lips against his, but she pushed him back into his chair.

"Lizzie…" he complained softly, but she ignored him as she stepped away, popping another button on her blouse.

She rounded him then, letting her hand trail from his chest, over his shoulder, towards his neck, her fingers gently tracing the round scar, making him close his eyes. With her nose she nuzzled over his short hair, her hot breath fanning over his ear. Then she was in front of him again, slowly opening the rest of the buttons before taking off her blouse. The tie was hanging loosely between her perfect breasts now, and he swallowed hard.

Next was the skirt. She turned so he could see the zipper, teasing him as she pulled it down and up again a couple of times. Her back was to him now and she bent over slightly before dropping the skirt altogether. Red couldn't stop his moan. She was wearing a thong, even though she wasn't a big fan of them. He was so close to snapping. He wanted to jump up and bend her over the closest available piece of furniture, pushing into her, yearning to hear her shouts of pleasure. He was hard as a rock already. It was bordering on being uncomfortable.

Liz sat on his thigh then, one of her legs purposefully brushing him as she leaned in close, their lips almost touching. He could smell her minty breath, the perfume he had gotten her, could see the fluttering of her pulse point beneath her skin. She was slightly nervous, even though she was turned on as well. He had no words to describe the affection he felt for this woman. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she released it quickly to let it brush against his. He couldn't help wanting to kiss her. His hands moved on their own, but before they could make contact, she slapped them away.

"Lizzie, please." He didn't know what he was begging for, but he wanted her, so badly.

She lifted one leg and kicked off the high heel, slowly peeling a stocking from her never-ending leg, before resting the sole of her foot on his thigh. Turning, she straddled his other limb, grinding herself against him and closing her eyes in pleasure.

"Fuck," he swore. He was so close to spilling himself inside of his pants.

Way too soon, she stood up again and started taking off his coat, but he wanted more of her, always her, and so he groaned in frustration.

"Shh…" she soothed, pulling the tie from his neck and letting it drop to the floor, before opening the first couple of buttons on his shirt. She leaned in then, placing her nose into the open V of his button down and inhaling his scent. He bucked up, not connecting with anything, which was starting to drive him crazy. Her other stocking was shed in a similar manner and then she started sliding the tie from around her neck, letting it brush over her breasts, her smooth stomach and over the front of her panties. He would never be able to look at this tie the same way again.

Pulling at the hair band, she let her blonde mane fall to her shoulders before turning her back to him once again. She reached for the clasp, undoing it quickly, but only slowly letting the garment slip from her shoulders. At the first glimpse of her bare chest, his mouth started to water. Her breasts were glorious; neither too small nor too big. They fit into his palms perfectly, like they were made for him and him alone. Kneeling between his legs again, she slowly stroked up his thighs and towards his chest, undoing his vest, before tugging at the dress shirt, knowing that it would brush against his privates.

She was so close, so close that if he reached out now, he could just pull her onto his lap, kiss her skin, mark her as his. Her lips were so round, so full, and he couldn't help but imagine sliding his hard cock between them, into her hot and wet mouth, but he wouldn't. He knew that if he did, he would come instantly and he didn't want this to end. He wanted to devour her, feel her tighten around him as she came shouting his name from the top of her lungs.

"You can leave your hat on, Lizzie," he said, aiming for cockiness, but his voice was thick with arousal. As much as he was enjoying this, loving it, he needed her.

She slowly stood, using his thighs for support again, and she could feel his muscles twitching. Her hands left his body, choosing to touch herself instead. One hand trailed up her stomach, until she could cup her breast, squeezing the flesh, while the other went to her mouth, where she slipped a finger between her lips, sucking on the digit. She let the wet finger trail a path down, between her breasts, down to her center, where she touched herself through the lace. Her eyes slid closed as she pleasured herself, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

The song was nearing its end; he couldn't believe it had been mere minutes, when it had felt like hours. This sweet torture was slowly killing him. She finally slipped the thong down her legs and flung it at his chest and he could smell her arousal, which did nothing to lessen the ache between his legs.

"Lizzie, please. Please." He couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't keep still. He could barely speak. At the slightest nod from her, Red shot up and took her in his arms, his lips finding hers as he pressed her against the nearest wall. She gasped as the cold hit her back and he used it to his advantage to slip his tongue into her mouth. His hands were roaming, touching every part of her that he could reach; he was a dying of thirst and she was his oasis. Red hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when she felt him hard against her center, as he carried her to the bed.

His body didn't leave hers as he lowered them to the mattress, knocking the fedora off. Almost ripping his jacket off from where it was barely clinging to his shoulders, he threw it to the floor, his fingers working quickly on the buttons on his dress shirt. Liz opened his belt, going for the button of his pants and then the zipper. She quickly pushed both his pants and boxer shorts down and then took him in her hand.

He was scorching hot and hard as steel, pulsing heavily between her fingers. Red closed his hand around her wrist. "You need to stop," he said in a strangled voice. "I can't. Lizzie, I can't."

Her eyes shone brightly, amazed that she had managed to get him to this point without ever really touching him. "But, Red -"

"I need to be inside of you, Lizzie, please." She just nodded and let him pull her hand from him. She quickly helped him with the rest of his shirt and it wasn't long until he was fully naked.

It felt like his body was on fire. He was burning hot to the touch. He took one of her legs and hooked it over his arm before pushing into her, not stopping once, not even when he was fully seated. He just kept moving his hips, sliding in and out of her in a quick and hard manner, making her moan and twist beneath him.

"Lizzie," he groaned.

She was right there with him; she couldn't remember ever tipping over the edge that quickly, but it was only a matter of seconds now. She hooked her other leg around his hip, meeting his rough thrusts with every single stroke. "Red… Red… oh, God." He pushed her leg a little higher and angled his hips just a bit and suddenly she felt herself break into a million pieces as she shouted out in pleasure, "Raymond!"

Her climax triggered his own release and she could feel his hot fluid coating her walls. "Lizzie!" His hips jerked a few more times and then he stilled, his head buried in her neck. It took long minutes until either of them could move again, and only then did he carefully roll himself off of her. "Lizzie," he whispered, his breathing ragged.

Somehow she managed to curl up against him, holding him close as they tried to slow their erratic heart beats. "Happy Birthday, Raymond."

He hummed softly, tightening his own arms around her; his lips finding hers blindly. "I love you so much," he told her.

They lay together in silence, both utterly sated and content. His fingers were drawing random circles over her skin, as if to apologize for the lack of romancing from his side.

"I did get you a new tie, in case you didn't like my present," she said, and he grunted at the absurdity. Liz chuckled. "I had a feeling that wasn't the problem."

"When did you learn how to do this kind of thing?" He asked.

"I took lessons for the past month, so I wouldn't disappoint."

Red snorted. "As if that could ever be the case. You took lessons, just for me?"

"Of course just for you. I thought it would be something different."

"That it was." He turned onto his side, cuddling her even closer. If she didn't know from first-hand experience, she would never believe Raymond Reddington to be a snuggle bug. "You almost made me come in my pants."

"I did?" She asked, her eyes big.

"Mhm… God, Lizzie… you have no idea how enchanting you are. That was amazing, sweetheart."

She grinned widely at him, but then her face formed an expression of horror. "Oh, no!"

"What?" He asked in a worried tone of voice. "What's wrong?"

"Now I need to start thinking about what to get you next year!" She looked almost devastated as she hid her face in his neck, groaning at the prospect of finding something he would like even better, but Red just laughed, not able to stop himself, as he pulled the blankets over both of them, pressing a kiss to her head.