Come Talk to Me by Bon Iver
Whatever fear invents I swear it makes no sense
I reach out to the bordered fence, Come down, come talk to me
5. Choice
His words made her body flush with heat. She halfheartedly tried to think of something, anything that would make this stop. By the time he ran his hand under her shirt across her hip bones she'd decided that she no longer cared. She just wants to know what it's like to feel something real and honest.
She tried to suppress her moans of pleasure that were escaping from her mouth into his, but his damn hands were wandering to places that made her feel lightheaded and weak. Even if she wanted to stop she wouldn't be able to. She needed more of him.
She didn't stop him when he leaned back and lifted her off of the sofa and began heading towards his bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers. She didn't protest when he set her down on the massive four poster in the middle of the room. She didn't even try to push him away when he draped himself over her and began lavishing her body with gentle kisses to her throat.
She struggled to slip her hands between their bodies and deftly began to feel her way up his chest, unfastening the buttons of his fitted vest as she did so. He briefly pulled back to shrug it off before continuing to make her way down her throat. She was just about to start on his dress shirt when he suddenly pulled back with a slight gasp.
"Raymond-" his name slipped from her mouth as if they had always been so familiar with each other.
"Shh-" he whispered as he pressed a finger over her lips. "It just occurred to me that you might want to clean yourself up after your eventful night..."
Liz frowned at his words before remembering the tumble she'd had in the forest. She met Red's eyes tiredly and nodded.
He gave her his teasing smile. "I'll run you a bath!" And with that he pecked her once more on the lips and then rolled off of her and sauntered towards the bathroom.
A/N: So...how was it? :D