The Concierge & The Citadel

by RosalieReddington

"There are few that understand love and loss more than I..." Raymond Reddington once had a relatively normal life. A wife, a child, a few good friends. Fate was unkind when it took those he loved. Now, as he faces death row, fate returns a familiar face that will bring memories, joy, and love back to Red's life. Pre-Blacklist Years. (Mostly) Cannon Compliant.

19. Kalsarikännit

Raymond woke to a pitch dark room, his senses on high alert. The complete lack of light set the man on edge, having already grown accustomed to the endless sunlight of the Norwegian safehouse. He turned with a scowl to find Rosalie nowhere in sight, arousing his suspicion further. Swinging his legs to the edge of the bed, Red marched to the wall of windows and flung the heavy curtains wide.

A dark and volatile swath of clouds covered the normally brilliant sky, blanketing the landscape in a cold and dreary haze. A light drizzle had begun to speckle the windows with droplets of water, the sound wonderfully soothing to the man's ears.

Across the safehouse, the soft lull of the stereo could finally be heard, mixing with the sound of pots and pans being shifted about in the kitchen.

Raymond relaxed, satisfied they weren't in any immediate danger. A grin flitted across his features as he looked out at the expanse of stormy sky. It had been quite some time since the man had been able to simply enjoy a quiet day lazing about with a lover.

He and the young innkeeper had returned from their picnic chilled to the bone some time ago. Rosalie had pulled him into a piping hot shower, thoroughly warming them both before settling into a cozy cuddling session in the massive bed. They had fallen into a deep sleep shortly after, as Red could recall pulling the woman against his side and laying his head on one of the comfortable pillows before everything went blank.

It had been a perfect way to spend the day, and frankly, the man wasn't ready for it to end. Thankfully, the rainy weather was the perfect excuse for them to once again spend the day curled up together.

His desired plans for the next several hours in mind, Raymond donned a fresh pair of sleep pants and went in search of Rosalie.

Upon opening the bedroom door, Red's senses were flooded by a most delightful scene.

The cool darkness of the bedroom dissipated into the warmth and cheeriness of the kitchen. An old Patti Labelle record crackled from the stereo, echoing an upbeat disco number as Raymond's eyes fell on the vision of his lover padding about the open space, a saucy little shimmy in her step.

A bright smile lit her features as she hovered over the stove, tending to the contents of a heavy cast iron dutch oven. The mouth-watering scent of sautéing beef, red wine, garlic and mushrooms hung deliciously in the air.

Rosalie's hair was in a riot of curls pinned into a French twist, a few tendrils falling to tickle her cheeks and neck.

Red was floored when he recognized his shirt was the only thing covering her curvaceous frame, a scant three buttons holding the garment on. The sleeves were rolled up, allowing her to work as she pieced together the heavenly smelling dish on the stove. The white color contrasted beautifully with her skin, and the thin dove grey stripes running the garment's length brought out the shine of liquid metal in her eyes as she turned, noticing his presence.

"Hi," Rosalie smiled, fidgeting a little as Raymond's gaze trekked ever so slowly up her frame, seeming to savor the view.

"I hope you don't mind," she mumbled, looking down at the shirt, "I really didn't want to get dressed."

Red let out a warm, sultry laugh as he stepped toward her, reaching out to cup her cheek. "I have seen you in several stunning dresses, my dear. A fair share of delectable skirts, and some truly lovely blouses. But…" He sighed, tracing featherlight fingertips along her collarbone. "My God, woman, how I've longed to see you just like this. Wild curls, riddled with love bites and naked save for one of my shirts. The picture is intoxicating."

Rosalie beamed up at him, her smile positively radiant. She had wondered if the man would be annoyed by her wearing the expensive garment in the kitchen, but it seemed he was nothing short of delighted by her thievery. To show her appreciation, the woman reached on her tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Raymond deepened the contact, his hands dropping to Rosalie's hips, the sensation of those soft curves beneath the slightly stiff fabric was positively decadent.

The little woman was lifted to the nearby countertop, a soft squeal of surprise leaving her as she was deposited onto the cool marble.

"Is it cold, little dove?" Red teased, a smile playing at his mouth before he claimed her lips again.

Rosalie nodded, her legs wrapping about the man's torso, pulling him closer. Her hot little mouth opened to him, sucking eagerly on his tongue when he set to teasing her with it.

Raymond released a hungry moan, his hands traveling the feminine frame in no set pattern.

Rosalie mewed and nibbled his bottom lip, dragging her nails along his scalp.

Goosebumps rippled down Red's neck and shoulders at the action, a husky groan following unrestrainedly from his chest.

He loved the way this woman kissed him. She always did so with every inch of her body, captivating Raymond from the top of his head to the very tips of his toes.

He learned quickly how she liked to be wrapped around him, enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth and affection. It was a peculiarity he found quite endearing.

Red hadn't experienced such things with a lover before. There was so much more to her actions than simple lust.

The way she nuzzled him, a show of affection he was rather partial to, truth be told, filled him with a serenity which seemed to touch the very foundations of his soul. The way she trailed her fingertips leisurely over his skin or carded them through his hair always relaxed him by several degrees. The woman never simply went through the motions, there was no undercurrent of underhandedness which he had learned to expect from many women in the past.

Rosalie treated him like a lover. She caressed him, kissed him, cuddled him, simply because she wanted to. Because she cared for him.

The realization had Red pressing deeper into the woman's hold for want of more. His lips trailed along her cheeks and down her slender neck, pulling the sweetest little moans from her mouth.

They kissed deeply yet languidly, savoring the simple intimacy and all it implied.

"I can't get enough of this delicate little mouth." Raymond confessed, sucking greedily on Rosalie's bottom lip.

"Good," the woman sighed her delight, "I love it when you do that."

She felt the smile on the man's lips as he leaned forward, the kiss deepening still.

Red feasted on the blonde until they were both thoroughly ruffled and gasping for air. When they finally broke, their breath mingled in steady huffs, their arms still held each other close.

Raymond swallowed thickly, humming his contentment and relaxing into her embrace. "What mischief are you getting up to in here, little dove?"

Rosalie grinned, glancing toward the stove with a look of distinct giddiness. "I'm getting dinner started, we slept the whole day away."

"We did, did we?" Red's gaze flicked to the oven's display, seeing it was nearly six in the evening.

"I thought boeuf bourguignon, in honor of our sudden descent into autumn." The woman reasoned, nodding her head toward a shining Dutch oven on the stove.

"It smells incredible." Raymond complimented, taking a moment to lift the heavy lid from the pot and peer at the delicacy within. "I must say, it was odd waking to a dark room." He added, replacing the lid and turning his head toward the multitude of windows, the sky beyond still resolutely dark.

Rosalie's gaze followed his to the ominous looking landscape, "It's supposed to storm for a couple of days." She informed him, her tone positively buoyant.

"Is that so?" Purred Red, arms circling back around the woman.

"Mm-hmm…" She nodded, catching her plump bottom lip between her teeth. "We'll probably lose power…"

Raymond smiled, enchanted by her obvious excitement. "I suppose we'll have to find a way to…occupy ourselves." He supplied, palming her full hips in an obvious nod to what his rainy day plans were.

Those deep grey eyes blinked innocently up at him. "We'll have to share body heat, too," Rosalie murmured seriously, playing her part to a T. "The temperature is going to drop to the low forties tonight, and we might not have heat…"

Raymond cocked his head thoughtfully, tracing her mouth with his thumb. "But darling, there's a perfectly good fireplace right behind you." He reminded in a solicitous tone, making quite a show of guiding her gaze to the fixture in question. This left the delectable majority of her throat exposed.

"It's definitely broken." Rosalie remedied without missing a beat.

Red's deep chuckle tickled against her pulse point, making her erupt in goosebumps as a smile full of mischief pulled at her lips.

Truthfully, the man was enjoying the hell out of this playful interlude. It seemed his quick-witted minx was amenable to a little role-play. How very intriguing.

Raymond filed the bit of intel away for further research at a later date. More pressing needs were readily making themselves known.

"If there's a chance we'll lose power-"

"Probably, definitely going to lose power." Corrected Rosalie with an innocuous glance toward the electrical box hidden in the cabinet behind Red.

The man roared with laughter, not entirely certain she wouldn't blow the breakers to get her desired results.

"Then we should shower while we still have hot water." He informed her with a nuzzle to the soft valley of her breasts, the top button of his shirt having mysteriously come undone.

"Oh," Rosalie sighed, catching onto his thought process. "Oh yes, we should to that right-" Her breath hitched when his warm, wet lips met her sternum, "... right now."

Twenty minutes later found the amorous pair encased in steam, a chorus of pleasured sounds echoing from the spacious glass shower.

Raymond had Rosalie backed against the wall, one of her knees hooked over his forearm while his ramrod erection sank endlessly into her welcoming heat. The woman's mouth was being plundered by his relentless tongue as she clutched his broad shoulders for support.

The long smooth strokes of Red's cock were driving her crazy as her entire body was supported by his thrusting frame. The toes of the leg not draped over his arm skimmed the tile floor uselessly wiggling their pleasure as the woman seemed to burn from the inside out.

"R-Raymond…Please."

A guttural moan left Red's lips as he felt her fight for release. "That's it. Come for me, little dove." He crooned, knowing by now how his deep voice in her ear could make the woman tip right over the edge. The man kept the drag of his shaft deep and steady into her shivering depths, feeling vital and alive as he led his lover toward ecstasy.

Rosalie shuddered, her climax drawing nearer. She palmed the back of Raymond's head, silently begging for his lips on hers.

Red kissed her without hesitation. His tongue slid hot and wet back into her mouth, sensually matching the strokes of his cock below.

A ferocious moan vibrated along the writhing muscle when Rosalie couldn't hold back any longer. Her scorching heat gripped his shaft in an unrelenting wave, trying desperately to keep him inside.

Raymond grunted his pleasure, thrusting into his lover without stopping. A well of hot cream engulfed his throbbing head as Rosalie whimpered, her hips rutting against his with abandon.

"So good…" She panted, breaking the kiss, her body quaking as Red rode straight through her climax.

The man eased his movements when her sex finally slowed its convulsing. He gently shifted the woman to the floor, rotating them gently so he could take her from behind.

Rosalie shivered, her knees weak.

"Come here, Rosalie." Raymond guided, desperate to be back inside her. He rested his back against the shower wall, pulling her toward him.

Rosalie leaned back into the comfort of his firm chest as Red hooked her knee once again, lifting her slender frame into his firm hold.

Their eyes were lust-blown and hooded as the man's rigid length was aligned once again with its favored playmate.

The little hole was still pulsating as Raymond slid inside in one swift thrust.

Rosalie cried out at the new angle. "Fuck!" she swallowed, her body already winding tight in response to the welcomed intrusion.

Red smirked for the rare vulgarity which passed her lips. His mouth dropped to nibble her neck while the other moved to circle her clit with determined fingers.

Rosalie let out a feminine cry at the overstimulation, her thighs squeezing involuntarily, helplessly spread by Red's strong grasp.

"Honey, do you have any idea what that sound does to me?" He moaned with fervor, thrusting tirelessly into her receptive body.

"It makes you fuck me harder?" Rosalie pleaded, her voice ragged and her walls twitching around the straining organ within her.

"God it feels good when you squeeze me like that." Raymond gasped, his balls tightening at the sensation. "I think you like this new position as much as I do."

Rosalie nodded fervidly, rocking to meet his powerful strokes, "Yes…oh, yes." She gasped, her body bowing of its own accord.

She was so very close, Raymond hissed his frustration at his current predicament. The position they were in was spectacular for stroking the woman's g spot and every other sensitive corner of her, but it didn't allow Red to watch his lover in all her rapturous glory, a sight of which he was growing terribly fond.

A wonderful spark of ingenuity hit him full force as he sought to garner the view he prized. With a grin for his own cleverness, Red leaned forward and opened the shower's heavy glass door.

Steam poured from the stall, allowing the pair an exciting show from where they stood.

"Look up, Rosalie." Raymond purred in his impossibly low baritone, barely able to keep his desire in check.

Two sets of eyes, both more pupil than iris, met in the mirror across the room. The bathroom was large, so the object's surface was not yet fogged over. In its reflection, the pair stared in open awe as they watched every last inch of Raymond's glistening shaft filling Rosalie's eager sex.

The young woman couldn't tear her gaze from the display, slender fingers slipping between her legs to feel the man's girth parting her folds. "Oh...oh my God." She gasped, the sensation of his thick, heavy cock sliding between her outstretched fingers combining with the raw visual stimuli to make her quiver from head to toe.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Red murmured his amazement, "The way your tight little pussy opens for me, accepts me right to the hilt. It's like you were made for me." Raymond's eyes were glued to her drenched quim being repeatedly impaled on his rigid length. He couldn't get over the vision of her folds parting for him, greedily taking every inch he could provide.

What truly made the man's mouth drop open in broken reverence was the way he could actually see her body grip him. The lips of her sex held tight to his slick shaft with each thrust, following his retreat and trying like hell to hold him inside. A carnal moan tumbled through his chest, the sight holding him in a lust-fueled trance.

"I love when you moan like that." Rosalie mewed, her nerve endings screaming their desire as she pushed back into her lover's delectable frame.

Raymond's chest hair scratched tantalizingly against her back and shoulders. The curls leading down to his groin teased the sensitive skin of her bottom every time he moved, driving the woman absolutely wild.

Dark grey eyes looked up to their wicked reflections, enchanted once again by the vision of their lovemaking. "Raymond," she cooed, reaching to grasp the back of the man's neck.

Red nuzzled her cheek, his eyes fluttering shut as overwhelming pleasure enveloped them both.

Rosalie could feel his enticing mouth agape, ragged huffs of air ghosting along her jaw as her lover sought completion. It was such a thrilling sensation, and knowing she was the woman instilling such need in him made her heart swell with delight. "I want you to come for me, just like this, just for me." She whispered in a sultry purr, reaching down to caress his heavy sack with each thrust.

Red's voice cracked with a delirious rasp, his body giving a violent spasm at the woman's initiative. The soft fingertips rolled his balls superlatively, while those grey eyes, nearly black with lust, made the man's knees buckle momentarily.

"Oh, I'm going to come." He assured her, tightening his grip and moving against her for all he was worth. His eyes refused to leave hers, "I'm going to come deep inside your perfect little pussy."

The statement shook Rosalie to her very core, a mental image of Raymond's thick cock, perfectly bare, sliding heavily between her thighs, forced its way unbidden into her mind. The thought was so painfully exciting, it brought the young woman forcefully toward her own peak.

"I can feel you." Husked Red in a knowing whisper, "I can feel your body giving into me, little dove. You're starting to buck and twitch."

The sinful comment combined with his hot breath against Rosalie's ear to make her entire frame buckle. She was so close she could scream.

Masculine hands held her in a bruising grip while Rosalie rocked steadily back into her lover, feeling his hard head spreading her over and over. The steady force of the thick crown against her g spot made her ache, a white-hot tension settling in her belly. "Shit!…" she hissed, feeling the coil within her tighten sharply.

One of her hands gripped the back of Raymond's neck, the other clung to his back, her fingernails scraping along his gooseflesh covered skin. The woman's head fell back against his shoulder, her mouth open and panting in desperate shudders.

Red's arm dropped to pet the hood of her sex with a firm hand, knowing precisely what would end her agony. An animalistic snarl filled the room, his powerful frame ravaging her more insistently.

"Oh…oh!…" she cried out, every inch of her a trembling wreck as her body relented to his coaxing. Her snug heat gripped the man's driving shaft like a vice, demanding he summit this peak with her.

The pair watched the incredible scene unfold before their very eyes in the mirror. Two of Raymond's thick digits danced over Rosalie's clit as his other hand held aloft her right thigh, ensuring she could do nothing but shatter in his arms, her body completely open to him.

"Shit…Yes…just like that." Red moaned, feeling the rush of warmth and wetness engulf his cock head once again. "Don't stop, little dove. I'm right there." He begged, tonguing the hollow of Rosalie's nape until a string of fevered cries cascaded from her throat. The sound spurred Raymond on, his strokes lengthening and his hands restlessly roaming every available inch of his lover until her clenching heat took him into utter bliss.

"God, damn…" he gasped, feeling his balls spasm forcefully. "Rosalie, I'm…there, right…there!" He snarled, white lights popping in his vision.

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

Rosalie could feel his thick shaft throbbing in her entrance as Raymond spilled himself deep within her soaking depths. The pulsing sensation and the warmth of his release filling the condom made her shiver with its intensity. The man's rasping breaths and ragged moans shimmered erotically along her nerve endings, coaxing a tremulous sigh from Rosalie's lips.

Red pulled her more tightly to him, easing his thrusts with each pulse of his member as the last drops of his orgasm were emptied into the condom. "Rosalie." He husked, knees buckling with relief.

The few remaining tremors of the woman's pleasure fluttered along his length, pulling a feeble grunt from them both.

Raymond slowly lowered his lover, easing her feet to the floor and ensuring they were firmly planted before allowing her to stand on her own. His shaft slid free from its warm home, heavy and thoroughly satisfied, the full condom clinging resolutely to the turgid appendage. The man couldn't help but wonder, if their lovemaking was already this incredibly satisfying, what would it be like to make love to this woman with nothing between them?

The very thought made his sated cock pulse with a delicious ache.

His thoughts were interrupted when an exhausted little blonde burrowed sleepily into his chest. Raymond instinctively gathered her in his arms, kissing the top of her head and stroking her back with gentle touches. The sweet fragrance of sex hung heavy in the steamy enclosure, a deeply comforting scent now their ravenous need had been appeased.

Rosalie ran her fingertips gently along Red's chest and arms, soothing the man's racing pulse by degrees.

Red reached to shut off the pulsing shower heads, smirking when the woman in his arms grumbled, tugging his hand back around her once the spray had stopped.

They stood there several long moments, simply holding and caressing each other. The rain outside had picked up to an absolute downpour, pelting the tall arched windows of the bath with fat, heavy raindrops. The sound was delightful, calming the exhausted pair further.

With a small shift of her torso, Rosalie reached down to grasp Red's shaft, thrilling in the husky growl which left his lips. Her dark eyes held his steadily as she slid her grip down his length, freeing him from the spent latex.

"Christ, woman" he groaned, the sensation overwhelming his hyper-sensitive flesh, causing him to buck against her firm hold.

Her nose gently nuzzled his chest, allaying the tremor her touch had caused, before her warmth left him entirely. The woman walked daintily across the tiled floor, bending to toss the spent prophylactic into the bin beside the shower door.

There was something uniquely provocative about the act.

The tight, curvaceous globes of her backside, the right of which still sported a prominent love bite, commanded Raymond's full and undivided attention as she tilted forward. He internally admonished his insolent hands, which instinctively reached for her, one twitching with the need to spank one of those rounded little cheeks.

Rosalie caught his arm's movement in her peripheral vision. "I like when you touch me, Raymond. You needn't wait for my permission." She insisted, arching her luscious derrière to meet his outstretched palm.

Red's fingertips curled into the supple mound without a moment's hesitation. It took a great deal of effort, however, to keep the rest of his rampant body in check. The act of the woman guiding his hand to his desired pastime, quite literally telling him she wanted him to touch her, caress her, fondle her to his heart's content… It did things to the man he couldn't yet put into words.

Rosalie's eyebrows waggled impishly, taking entirely too much enjoyment in slowly bringing herself upright against him, ensuring he felt every inch of her body against his.

"We aren't in danger of running out of those things, are we?" Raymond rumbled with a dark nod towards the bin, thinking it highly unlikely the woman would make it up the stairs without being accosted by him in some way.

"No, thankfully, we are quite well stocked in that arena." She sighed, "And even if we did… We're covered."

The comment caught Red completely off guard, causing him to balk after her.

The feminine frame stepped out of the stall as though nothing were amiss, taking her fluffy towel from the nearby hook and drying herself off. A playful wink was thrown Raymond's way before Rosalie sauntered up the stairs, carefree and naked as a dream.

So many questions swirled in the man's mind it made his head spin. First and foremost, he very much wanted to know what, exactly, was Rosalie's definition of 'covered'?

Raymond and Rosalie enjoyed a delightful meal of boeuf bourguignon in the cozy kitchen, swapping stories as was there custom. A loud crack of thunder had just shook the windows in the tower when they settled on the sofa in the living area, one of Red's favorite stories coming to mind.

"There's a delightful tradition I once engaged in with a group of Finns during a nasty winter in '94." He began, settling into the plush sofa with a glass of wine and a warm woman tucked against his side. "I had been smuggling an assortment of contraband across the Gulf of Finland from Sillamäe and Kurgolovo. Little things like nickel, aluminum, the occasional shipment of crude oil, you know. We had just delivered a shipment I'd acquired from a notorious purveyor of Matryoshka dolls. Only, these ones just so happened to be filled with the stolen jewels of a Russian patriarch..." Red glanced down at his lover, pleased to see her deep grey eyes alight with curiosity, burrowed against his torso and blinking interestedly up at him.

"As I was saying," he continued, warming to the tale, "We reached Kotka and this beast of a winter storm rolls in as we're drinking at the local watering hole. My compatriots and I made it back to the rickety old cabin where we were staying with just enough time to spare. The sky turned black just like this, and as the temperature dropped, the pouring rain turned to a tumultuous blizzard. Couldn't see your hand in front of your face, let alone what was two feet in front of the car."

Red grinned, recalling the punchline of his story quite fondly. "We made it inside, nothing in the fridge but a can of sardines, a cold ham, and two handles of Stolichnaya. Before I knew what was happening, I was surrounded by half a dozen drunk Finns in naught but their underwear. I remember thinking to myself, my God, here's a scenario I never thought I'd be in."

Rosalie burst into laughter, eyes dancing gaily, unable to hide her amusement at his expense.

"Now, I know what you're thinking," Raymond carried on, perfectly in his element, "When one thinks of being trapped in a cabin in one's underwear, one does tend to hope for a half dozen ravishing blondes rather than a band of boisterous, belching men. However, such was not my lot in life until very, very recently." He hazarded a glance toward his romantic interest, who barely contained a derisive snort of laughter.

"Where the hell are these five other blondes you're hiding away?" Rosalie questioned, leveling him a narrow yet playful gaze.

"Oh, I had to get rid of them." Red nodded sagely, "Turns out the original blonde is a mite possessive, sharing men is apparently not in her nature. Plus, and this stays between you and I, mind." He prodded her delicate nose with a firm finger, "She has been ravishing me ragged. I can barely stand let alone go chasing after any other fair-haired maidens."

Rosalie grinned at this, terribly, awfully amused by the whole thing. "I'm possessive?" She questioned impishly, holding his shirt slightly out from her body, for she had donned another shortly after their shower. The generous gap in the fabric provided a lovely view of her naked torso, a few deep red bites standing out against her pristine skin.

Raymond beamed fondly at his handiwork, then went right back into his story as though nothing had transpired. "Anyway, as it turns out, these scantily clad fellows weren't intending on making sweet, sweet love to me," He bemoaned, undaunted by Rosalie's hysterical laughter. "It was, apparently, some well-known Finnish tradition. They just got drunk in their underwear and swapped stories for hours until the storm passed."

"Kalsarikännit." Rosalie quipped, recognizing the tradition he was referring to.

"Gesundheit." snorted Red.

Rosalie wrinkled her nose at the corny joke. "Kalsarikännit, it's the Finnish tradition of getting drunk in one's underwear with no intention of going out."

Raymond's eyes lifted toward the heavens, "Jesus, they have a word for everything, those Finns. Them and the Germans. There should be a book with all the fun phrases in it."

The man could feel Rosalie tittering with amusement beside him, drawing his eyes to her flushed and radiant face.

"We should do it." She suggested in a tone of deep-seated excitement.

"Do…what?" Red asked, mentally chastising his a particular part of his anatomy for readily assuming what 'it' meant.

"Kalsarikännit," she said, as though it were obvious, "We are going to be stuck inside for the next few days, why not? We can lounge around, listen to music," Her lashes batted coyly up at him, "among other things…and when that gets old, I can thoroughly destroy you in a game of Monopoly."

"It's going to be one hell of a long wait for that board game." Raymond insisted, curious and damn amused. "You want to get drunk in your underwear with me, then?"

She nodded, a wily smile gracing the woman's features as she moved to kneel beside him.

"Yeah, I do. So drop 'em, Reddington."

Red roared with laughter, the rascally quip so completely unexpected, it tickled him to no end. His chortling set the little blonde to giggling, the room filling with the sound of their amusement.

Raymond's humor turned to heated intrigue as he watched Rosalie divest herself of his shirt. Button by button, the swell of her breasts was revealed to him, followed by her sternum, her ribcage, her belly button. His mouth followed the descent of her hands, leaving his lips parted in anticipation when the last button fell, giving him a peak of the soft curls between her thighs.

It wasn't as though he hadn't seen the luscious little mound a short while ago, but the man found each time more exciting than the last.

"I'm underdressed…" Rosalie mused, peering thoughtfully down at her pert breasts. The soft peaks tightened beneath the man's stare, the nipples rising excitedly at his attention.

"You're perfect." He championed, quite content with her attire.

"Nope," Rosalie shook her head, standing up and completely discarding his shirt.

Raymond watched avidly while the garment slid like water down her slender arms and she stood before him completely content in her nudity.

"The tradition is underwear, I'm not going to be the one going commando." Rosalie made it halfway to the bedroom before turning back to Red, " I think I'm going to need a hand…" She called innocently.

Beaming for his lot in life, Raymond wasted no time in following his worldly little globetrotter into the bedroom.

"Am I to be in my boxers, or do sleep pants count?" Questioned Red, uncertain of the exact parameters of her shenanigans.

Rosalie turned to see him perfectly in the buff, his manhood proudly on display as he held aloft both options.

The sight made her mouth water.

Raymond Reddington was quite handsome to begin with, but seeing him completely nude was a sight of which Rosalie was certain she would never tire. He always gave off an air of distinct virility and sexuality which made Rosalie squirm with desire. His skin held a healthy hue, dusted with soft blonde hair which she knew from experience felt lovely against her skin.

She especially adored the man's broad frame, much preferring his slightly softer build over muscled men like Horace and Baz, whom she often referred to as cumulonimbus clouds. Raymond's stature was masculine, robust, and all-encompassing, while still feeling safe and inviting. She would never tell anyone, lest he lose his street cred, but Raymond Reddingtonm, on top of being quite cute and affectionate, was a wonderful and eager cuddler.

Rosalie couldn't tear her gaze from the man's body, her dark eyes dropping significantly to the thick appendage between his legs. This part of him, she admitted, had become a fast favorite. As far as she was concerned, he was just right in every way. His girth was more than enough to satisfy, combined with his perfect length and thick, hard crown which spread her willing body just so… A shiver traversed her spine at the very thought, the endless accolades she could attribute the man's penis lining up readily in the back of her mind.

"Careful, little dove," Red warned, his tongue prodding his cheek, "Looking at me like that will be considered an open invitation to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you ragged."

The roguish threat made Rosalie's mouth drop open in gobsmacked interest, her thighs squeezing together in an attempt to stem the rush of arousal which pooled in her belly.

Raymond caught the movement, quirking his eyebrows flirtatiously before turning to put his sleep pants back in the drawers.

Rosalie turned once she shook herself from her trance, only to stop mid-movement. Something caught her eye, causing her to reverse toward Raymond.

Upon looking at his back, her hand flew up to her mouth in shock.

There, in bright red lines traversing the man's frame, were several long, tender-looking scratches.

"I scratched you!" Rosalie balked, striding quickly across the room and placing gentle hands to her lover's shoulders. The dimpled and scarred flesh was bisected this way and that by the little red stripes which Rosalie could easily line up with her own fingertips.

Raymond chuckled lewdly, "Oh yes you did." He murmured with a tone of distinct pride, seeming to be quite thrilled with the fruits of his labor.

Rosalie, on the other hand, was feeling an overwhelming deluge of remorse. "Raymond," she whispered, seeing the exact spot where she had clutched him in the shower, "I'm so sorry, why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?" She felt awful for her complete loss of control. "I've got a first aid kit in the hall closet." She fretted, moving to fetch the item.

A very amused fugitive waylaid her intent easily, keeping her within his reach. "I didn't say you were hurting me because you weren't hurting me." He insisted, tugging her into his embrace. "I thoroughly enjoyed every last second of it."

The woman's brows raised in question, not sure if she believed him.

Red lifted her onto the dresser and turned slightly so she could examine his 'battle scars ' as much as she wished. "Marks like these do not bother me in the slightest." He assured, "To me, they are no different than the cacophony of love bites I've left on you."

"Why?" Asked Rosalie, leaning to place petal soft lips to the expanse of his shoulders, her loving mouth whispering its apologies for her wayward fingers.

Raymond grinned softly, the action quite endearing in his mind. "Because you only scratch me when you're wild with pleasure." He purred in a tone bordering on indecent. "Those last agonizing seconds before your body lets go... It's so erotic, Rosalie, to have you out of your mind, clawing at me for want of more, knowing I'm the one who brought you to such a wanton state. You couldn't have stopped if you tried and that's the last thing I'd wanted you to do."

Rosalie's cheeks flushed scarlet, the explanation thoroughly turning her on. "Are you sure?" She questioned, needing confirmation in this instance, "It looks painful."

A sigh of amused exasperation left Red's lips, and he turned to face his counterpart. "I'm telling you I liked it, and I plan on making you do it again…" He kissed her cheek, "and again…" he kissed her earlobe "and again." His mouth worked its way down her rapidly heating frame, the stubble of the day's growth scratching sensually against her sensitive skin. His teeth nipped along the subtle curve where her neck and shoulders met, sending tiny shivers of delight through her limbs.

Red's tormenting melted the woman before him, any argument she had turning to vapor when confronted with his unshakable certainty.

"Allow me to demonstrate." He offered, taking her from the dresser and leading her back toward the bed.

Reaching the large four poster, Red effortlessly lifted the blonde, tossing her playfully onto the plush surface.

"On your knees." He rumbled, cocking his head in that inimitable way of his.

The command held a heady implication, making Rosalie hesitate ever so slightly, glancing doe-eyed at Raymond before turning obediently to her hands and knees before him.

Red would have given half his empire to know what, exactly, had been flitting through her mind in that moment of hesitation. Was she nervous? Or, perhaps, there was another fantasy running about unchecked? Had he struck a particularly arousing chord?

The man was damn well determined to find out.

The female frame knelt before him in all its glory demanded Raymond halt for but a moment and simply appreciate the beauty afforded him. Did Rosalie have any idea how utterly thrilling she was? The sumptuous curve of her waist dipping inward from her chest, surging outward to meet her hips was enough to drive the man to distraction. Her luscious, tight backside, tapering off into the most enticing pair of legs he'd ever had wrapped around him. Her sensuality reminded him of Goya's Nude Maja, the subject of which sported a very similar figure and a likewise unabashed sexuality the man never found to be anything less than beguiling.

His hand dropped to the silky wetness of her mons, fingertips ghosting in maddening circles over her sensitive lips and clit. He brushed her with just enough pressure to tease and torment, making Rosalie wiggle and writhe before him. "Such a needy little thing you are." He crooned, completely approving of her wanton movements. "So wet for me, so ready for whatever teasing I have in store."

The rose-hued treasure between her thighs quivered visibly under his intense gaze. A drop of warm, wet arousal trickled from her opening, carving a glistening path along her sex. The delicate lips parted like a flower in bloom before his eyes.

The sight stole the breath from Red's lungs, a white-hot insatiable thirst welling in the back of his throat and searing its way down into his chest.

She looked utterly delectable, bent double and spread wide for his viewing pleasure, open to his every whim.

The lone droplet of clear excitement had followed gravity's dictates, trailing the length of her pretty little slit to cling sinfully to the peak of her sex.

There were no words to communicate how badly the man wished to swipe his burning tongue over her pearly clit. Raymond was certain there was nothing in this world he desired more in that moment than to take the little bud into his mouth and tongue its delicate surface until Rosalie came with back breaking force.

The mental image coaxed Red to place a gentle hand between the woman's shoulder blades, angling her torso downward, presenting her peachy backside to his ardent attention.

"So beautiful," he whispered, smoothing his palms over her firm cheeks.

Rosalie fidgeted, confused as to what he was doing, why he had suddenly grown deafeningly silent. "Ray-" She began, only to be interrupted by his hands gripping her hips roughly.

"Don't you move, little dove," he growled in a heated, volatile voice. "Not one inch."

The deep rumbling command vibrated in close proximity to the woman's exposed sex, setting her to quivering. The tiny drop of arousal to which Raymond's gaze was so firmly affixed swelled with her heightened excitement, clinging precariously to her sensitive clit.

The warm hands spread the woman just a little more for him, putting her in the perfect position for his needs.

Rosalie's breath came in tremulous shudders, now fully aware of what he intended to do with her. She gasped aloud when she felt his hot breath on her lower lips. "Oh…" she gasped, mentally begging him to follow the path his mind had wandered.

Red smiled a clever, serene smile. He had waited so patiently, biding his time for the moment he could taste her. From the very first time he saw her, legs crossed and tied to a chair in São Paulo, the fiery hellcat within her momentarily subdued, her tongue dancing to the lethal rhythm of their negotiations.

Oh, how he had wanted her, even then.

In the futile, fervid world of dreams, his mind had secretly wandered to this beautiful creature. Day and night he had assuaged his desire, imagining her aching for him, down to the very last detail. In the most intimate ways imaginable, he had wanted her, and now she was there with him, open and willing to his every touch. Raymond could smell the soft scent of her bath products on her skin, mixing with the natural aroma of warm arousal, combining further with a succulent scent which was all Rosalie.

Unable to withhold himself a moment longer, Red's hot, wet tongue lapped hungrily out at that little drop of ecstasy.

The sound torn from Rosalie's lips at the contact was enough to drop the man to his knees. The shameless, wanton cry echoed in the tall room, holding notes of surprise and unparalleled pleasure.

From his lower elevation, Raymond could eagerly tease every last inch of his lover, wasting no time in tonguing hard and fast into her fluttering depths.

She was so sweet, so wonderfully wet, her velvety softness felt so damn good in his mouth.

His tongue flicked insistently circling the sensitive bud, kindling her pleasure to a fiery inferno.

Rosalie bucked and quaked under his assault, a litany of broken moans clawing their way out of her. His mouth felt incredible, the slippery, writhing tongue pairing sinfully with the delicious scratch of his 5 o'clock shadow against her most sensitive flesh. Raymond's diligent care robbed her of speech, her body melted into a trembling, submissive wreck. All the woman wanted in the moment was to rut against Red's talented tongue and scream her pleasure.

When she finally found her voice again, a throaty whine fell from her lips. "Please, please don't stop."

Raymond could tell Rosalie hadn't been loved properly, thoroughly, in this way by past lovers. The tone of surprise in her voice when he had delved into her shivering heat had told him as much. Her desperate plea for him not to stop plucked at a nerve within the man, making Red wonder if some oblivious cad had ever stopped while this gorgeous siren was lost in the throes of passion.

"Have you ever come from a man's mouth like this, Rosalie?" He questioned in his sultry baritone, sending a barrage of vibrations into her center. Red couldn't help the question, he simply had to know. He was rewarded with a veritable river of sweet, needy pleasure trickling from her quim.

"N-no." She admitted, a vibrant blush flooding her entire frame. She'd had lovers in the past. Rosalie had, of course, experienced oral sex, but only as a moment of foreplay before the main event. She had never experienced anything quite like this.

"I'm going to amend that travesty." Red assured, absolutely certain of the fact. The possessive corner of Raymond's soul roared into life, inordinately pleased to be the first to ever pull this particular brand of pleasure from her. The men she had been with were absolute fools not to worship the wonderland residing at the apex of her thighs. There was something deliciously carnal about satisfying a woman's most intimate needs. Truthfully, Red went wild for it. He was addicted to the emotions evoked by such pursuits. He reveled in his ability to make this formidable woman come undone, to coax those raw, unfettered sounds from her throat in a way no other man had before.

"Oh, fuck...me!" Rosalie gasped, her hips rocking feverishly to meet his wicked tongue.

The man smiled around the delicate clit he had captured between his lips, thrilled to feel the woman losing herself to her body's demands. The tell-tale tremble of her thighs alerted him she was getting close. He sure as hell wasn't stopping now.

Given his way, Red was going to stay firmly ensconced between those quaking limbs until she was a sated wreck, and even then, he might not want to move from his sensual pastime.

The idea of continuing his teasing long past the woman's peak aroused the man immensely. He would relentlessly suckle her clit, he would tongue the cushioned depths of her pussy till she had no hope but to give in, and she would come for him endlessly. Raymond could envision the woman above him squirming and panting as she was held captive by his ravenous mouth. He would overstimulate her little bundle of nerves until she screamed out another orgasm, then another, and perhaps one more after that, giving him every last drop of nectar between her silky thighs. He would inundate her with the pleasure she had been denied.

The thought was enough to make the man truly growl, an animalistic sound causing Rosalie to mewl as the menacing vibration rumbled from his body to hers. "Raymond," she whimpered, the sensation nearly too much to bear.

"So sweet," he hissed, allowing his rich, silky voice to wash over her. "You taste divine, little dove."

The man wasn't pandering. Every woman was different, and he'd had some exciting adventures in the world of cunnilingus before now, but Red had never encountered a woman who tasted quite like this. Rosalie was his favorite wildflower honey, sweet with the luscious tang of exotic fruit. He swore if he focused he could taste the floral notes of the gin she so prized. She was utterly intoxicating, leaving Raymond's tongue lapping insatiably at her quivering quim, drawing more and more of that which was uniquely Rosalie into his waiting mouth.

Rosalie buckled in response to the compliment, her rigid body winding even tighter at his coaxing. She had never been told something so very intimate before. "M-more." She pleaded, her pelvis unashamedly rocking back into the stimulation.

"Tell me what you need, honey, and I'll give it to you." He swore, flattening his tongue into long, broad strokes.

"I-oh God Raymond," The woman whimpered her involvement, keening against the more insistent touch. She knew she needed something, but didn't have enough experience in this arena to be able to voice what it was.

"I love that noise, but it's not the one I'm looking for." Red hummed, perfectly unperturbed as he changed his approach. His warm, rough hands slid forward, tweaking the woman's tightly pebbled nipples.

Rosalie squeaked in approval, jolts of gratification crackling along her nerve endings. "That," she sighed blissfully.

"Almost," grunted Raymond, continuing his ministrations with one hand while the other wrapped about Rosalie's torso. His muscled arm kept her pinned right where he needed her before he took her aching clit into his mouth again.

The woman's breath halted for a split second before a howl of pleasure ripped through her, sending Red into a frenzy of licentious desire. He sucked hard at the quivering bud, thrashing his scorching tongue rapidly over it.

"Oh shit, right there. Raymond!"

The sensation was intense, tingling and white-hot as it took Rosalie forcefully over the edge. Her hands fisted the sheets, her sex clenched violently, and she cried out as Red continued his wonderful assault. Her hips rolled and bucked, the desperate tremors of release wracking her small frame.

Raymond moaned, maintaining his steady rhythm along her convulsing sex. A rush of sweet, orgasmic euphoria coated his tongue and lips, the tight tunnel he was plundering fluttered helplessly, trying in desperation to grip his writhing tongue and pull him deep. The sensation drove Red up the walls, a carnal groan seeming to issue from the man's very foundations.

Rosalie's knees quaked from the sound buzzing through her, barely able to hold her body upright from the sheer force of her pleasure.

"I want more." Red rasped, his tone brooking no argument. He released the woman from his teasing long enough to shift her toward the head of the bed, coaxing her to her back so Raymond could see the results of his efforts.

Rosalie glowed, radiant and wild with rapture. Her breasts heaved her need for oxygen and her body shook deliciously, each tremor speaking to the possessive corner of Raymond's soul. Those dark grey eyes were blown wide with passion, watching him dazedly as he moved up the bed with her. "Please, Raymond" She implored, reaching out to pull him close.

Red leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss which left them both burning.

Rosalie let out a husky whine, tasting herself on his agile tongue. The soft scent of sex lingered on his skin, mixing with his aftershave. It was an electrifying aphrodisiac, leaving her squirming with need.

Red's mouth traveled back down the woman's curves, leaving a trail of kisses and beard burn in his wake.

Strong hands spread Rosalie's legs wide once again, the man's broad shoulders settled once again between her thighs, one arm wrapping about her hip to fondle her breasts.

Rosalie watched in open-mouthed awe as Raymond nuzzled the soft curls of her mons adoringly before that wicked tongue of his darted out, hot, pink, and wet, to lap between her lips. The sight was ribald, completely and utterly obscene in its raw sexuality.

Green eyes glinted darkly up at the woman, watching in undisguised lust as he caressed her quivering thighs, settling into his pastime.

Fifteen minutes later, the only parts of Rosalie still touching the bed were the back of her head, her ass, and the tips of her toes. The rest of her feminine frame was bowed in broken ecstasy as Raymond's tongue danced over her without mercy. Rosalie whimpered, her hips rutting greedily against the stimulation. The woman fisted the plush bedding surrounding her, needing something, anything to grip as her lover pulled the most wanton sounds she had ever heard from her own lips.

A lone hand reached, nearly grasping the man's head in desire. Thankfully, Rosalie caught herself before she made contact, balling the little appendage into a fist and forcing it back to her side with some effort. She opened hooded eyes to see Raymond watching her intently, a wildfire lurking behind his dark orbs.

He reached forward, grasping her hand and placing it to his pate the way she so often did, silently giving her permission to do so.

A little growl fell from her lips as her fingers threaded through his short locks, her natural inclination taking over, nails swirling along his scalp to his neck, creating a deluge of goosebumps down the man's stocky frame.

The sensation made him moan against her sodden mound, impossibly wet from her arousal and his saliva. He loved how she couldn't hold herself back, how she simply just had to touch him. Her gentle but insistent grasp on his scalp was titillating and wonderfully provocative.

It was several long moments before Rosalie felt comfortable guiding the man ever so slightly to her left. Her soft hand carded through his hair, inching down to caress his cheek with a soft mew. Feeling the movement of his jaw against her sensitive sex coaxed another rush of wetness from her center.

Red memorized the movement, shifting his lips and fluttering his tongue in the desired direction until his name and a thousand oaths echoed off the stone walls.

Another orgasm tore through Rosalie, making her whole body buckle in exhausted pleasure. Her legs wrapped unconsciously around Red, her little heels digging into his shoulder blades as she rode out the explosive release.

Raymond was having a terrible time keeping a smug grin from overcoming his face as he gently coaxed his lover down from her peak.

Rosalie gasped and rolled to her side, closing her legs lest the man's restless tongue find its way back to the apex of her thighs. Her whole frame shivered uncontrollably, which both amused and enticed Red.

He moved slowly up the bed, surrounding his lover with his comforting warmth and bulk. Raymond gathered the woman to him, cradling her in a soothing embrace. His nose nuzzled her cheek gently as he crooned a soft purr of praises in her ear.

The woman had thoroughly exceeded his wildest daydreams. The sounds which had cascaded from her mouth as he sought her pleasure left him with an almost brazen self-confidence. The taste of her was unlike any woman he had ever been with. Her responsiveness to his coaxing was nothing short of thrilling.

"You are so enchanting, little dove." He sighed, smoothing his warm hands in gentle passes over her back and shoulders. "You're going to have a hard time keeping my mouth away from you."

Rosalie giggled dazedly, cuddling deeper into his hold. "I adore any part of you between my thighs, Raymond, but my God…" She shook her head, "I've never experienced anything quite like your tongue."

A deep, sensuous laugh rumbled through the man's chest, vibrating pleasantly against Rosalie's ear as she was pulled closer to her lover.

"I thoroughly enjoy making you wild like this. Watching you come like that-" Several loud thunderclaps rent the air, cutting off his statement, leaving Rosalie to wonder what exactly watching her in such a state had done to the man.

She knew she loved him watching her so very intently, his gaze had practically burned her skin. The way he touched her, those dark orbs never leaving hers as she watched him suckle at her, the very sight left Rosalie lost in a sea of voracious need. "I desperately want you inside me." She confessed, surprised she could even form the sentence after an orgasm which was still sending its aftershocks through her limbs.

"Oh, you do, do you?" Asked Raymond, wholly surprised by the declaration.

The lights around them flickered slightly.

"Yes," she shivered, meeting his dark gaze with warm, pleading eyes. "Please, Raymond, I'm aching for you."

With a thunderous 'BOOM', every light in the tower blew out.

A frisson of excitement ran through the two fugitives, finding themselves cast into total darkness.

A snarl of arousal echoed in the blackened room as strong, masculine hands pulled Rosalie astride Red. His lips crashed against hers, rough and demanding.

The woman whimpered her approval, gladly relenting to his every whim. Her soft hand trailed sharp nails down his bare chest, pulling another growl from deep within his broad torso.

Red mentally rejoiced when those little hands found their mark, slipping effortlessly beneath the waistband of his boxers, stroking his rigid shaft lovingly.

"I love your cock," she whispered, watching in fascination as her fingertips trailed gently over the heated flesh. He was so very thick, so hard for her. She wondered idly if the other women he'd been with ever drove him out of his mind like this. She sure as hell knew her past lovers paled in comparison.

Raymond gasped at her touch, his cock was hard enough to drive nails at this point. "I need to fuck you, little dove." He pleaded, arching into her teasing fingers.

Rosalie had wanted to play a little longer, had secretly wanted to take the bulging rod into her mouth and suckle until the man was as broken with ecstasy as she was. However, seeing the deep furrow of his brow and hearing the plaintive pleas to make love with her quickly altered her plans. The woman wasted no time in shifting across the bed, lying on her stomach as she dug in the nightstand drawer for the object in question. Closing her fingers around the elusive little square, she held it out behind her.

Red snatched it, tearing the foil open and sheathing his pulsing length in one smooth motion. Thunder clapped loudly in the distance, a streak of lightning illuminating the room as The man gripped his lover's hips, guiding her back to her hands and knees before him.

Rosalie cried out as he sank deep into her waiting heat. "Yes," she moaned in relief, pushing back into the thick appendage. A wonderful sensation of stability and satisfaction enveloped her as she felt every delectable inch of Raymond's erection slowly fill her tight body.

"God, you have no idea how badly I need you." Raymond hissed, "Watching you shatter over and over has left me so fucking hard."

Rosalie mewed her agreement, feeling the rigid head of his penis spreading her relentlessly. She pushed back to meet him, fucking him with her tight body.

"I love when you do that." Red moaned, bewitched by the show being performed for him. Rosalie's full, peachy backside bounced eagerly off his dick, ensuring he could feel every lovely inch of her slick heat enveloping him.

Raymond thrust in long, spine-tingling strokes, driving his lover steadily wild with the drag of his heavy shaft. "All this attention paid to your little clit has made you terribly sensitive, hasn't it, little dove?" He purred knowingly, feeling how her tight sex was already twitching snugly around his cock.

"Yes," She whimpered, focused entirely on the sensations building in her core. "God...so sensitive." Her slender arms were nestled beneath her, hands tucked adorably under her chin, clutching the sheets in a firm grip. "You feel so good," she mewed, her breathing accelerating as her body was lead down the path to Nirvana.

Red reached and grasped the tops of her shoulders, slamming his cock deep inside her to a chorus of delighted feminine sounds. The way her slick, velvety sex caressed his aching head, massaging his straining shaft wondrously, the man found himself teetering on an excruciating edge.

As Rosalie's hips began to buck, Raymond recalled why they had begun this little escapade in the first place. With a soft hiss of excitement, he curled the tips of his fingers into the supple flesh of Rosalie's shoulders, dragging his short nails in long, unrelenting scratches down her back to the very base of her spine.

The sensation made the woman's frame arch sharply, her breath hitching in that way he so dearly loved.

A feral moan leapt from Rosalie's lips as he scraped down her curves, leaving little red lines of his own on her pristine skin.

It felt so damn good, it made the woman shiver from head to toe.

"See?" Red growled knowingly, feeling her snug heat pulsing excitedly around him. "This is what I feel when you run those little nails of yours down my back. I don't have to explain how delicious it feels, do I little dove?"

"Oh…oh keep doing that." She fairly demanded, arching harder into his touch. The fingers tucked beneath her chin were white-knuckled, shredding the stark white sheets in their grasp.

Raymond grinned, utterly besotted with the wanton woman bouncing off his member, whimpering with each and every thrust.

She was so open and unreserved, so warm and inviting, so wonderfully responsive to his touch. Rosalie had managed in a few short days to outstrip every woman he had ever bedded simply by the way she unrestrainedly made love with him.

The man trailed his fingers down her spine again, relishing the feminine cry which poured from her lips as her body lovingly cradled him, gripping his driving cock like a vice, ensuring he came with her, the man's deep voice echoing her delight.

The pair found themselves perched at the kitchen counter an undefined time later, enjoying the first of many drinks to come. They were both flushed and relaxed, whether it was from the alcohol or their spirited performance earlier, they weren't entirely sure.

An arsenal of large, cylindrical candles were lit throughout the room, providing enough light for them to reasonably see. A fire was just beginning to crackle in the living room's hearth, creating a nice orange glow. The stove, being gas, was still in working order, the remnants of the boeuf bourguignon was slowly warming on the burner. A backup generator had also kicked on, carrying just enough power to run the refrigerator and the record player, which suited the two of them just fine.

Raymond found himself enraptured as Rosalie told him the story of how she had purchased the tower, a decadent tail of complete mischief, resulting in Florian coming to assist after Rosalie's stilted Norwegian got her into a bit of a linguistic bind.

When the woman stood to check the pot on the stove, they were both laughing quite rowdily. This, combined with their freely flowing drinks, resulted in her nearly falling face forward into the kitchen.

Red's reflexes were still, thankfully, in working order. A strong arm thrust out at the last moment, catching the curvaceous frame easily around the middle.

"Whoops!" Squealed Rosalie with a giggle, "Good catch, Watson."

The quip made the man give an indignant snort, "Why am I Watson? Surely I'm Sherlock?"

The woman was still bent double, dangling resignedly from his outstretched palm. "You can't be Shirley and Sherlock, those are terrible aliases." She chastised tipsily, followed by an annoyed sigh, "But, you're right, if anyone's Watson, it's Dembe."

Raymond shook his head, "You're quite adorable when you're drunk." He teased, moving to lift the little woman into his lap.

"I'm dead clumsy is what I am. A terror unto myself and others." Rosalie insisted vehemently, pleased to inexplicably find herself perched on the man's knee. "Oh I do like being in your lap," she sighed, nuzzling into his neck.

Red was mentally thanking whatever deity was responsible for her knowledge of the word 'Kalsarikännit.' What had begun as a cozy, rainy day indoors had turned into an endless night of warm, sensual fun.

Rosalie was a cuddly little thing on a normal day, but four heavy-handed gin and tonics in, she was admittedly, rather clumsy, but also insatiably affectionate.

She wriggled restlessly, causing Red's grasp to shift upward to one of her pert breasts, palming the globe firmly in one large hand.

"Ooh," she cooed, arching into his warm grasp.

Red laughed that sultry laugh of his and his arms were suddenly full of a frisky little blonde. "How on earth are you still in need of me?" He questioned, admittedly quite pleased she seemed to be as ravenous as he was. He already knew his body would respond to any whim she may have.

"Horace has indicated if I turn out to be some kind of insatiable sex fiend, he'll be most upset." Rosalie commented idly, casting doe eyes upon her lover.

Raymond laughed at the abrupt change of tact, "Well, we will make sure not to get up to any business in his room. The rest of the house, well…" he sing-songed his head in a non-committal gesture.

Rosalie beamed her appreciation, "I fear I will never have my fill of you." She confessed, nibbling her way along his neck.

"Say that again." Raymond husked pulling her tighter to him.

"I will never tire of your body pressed intimately to mine." She purred in his ear, leaning to look at him through fathoms deep grey eyes. "I will never tire of touching you, caring for you, making love to you. I hope that's alright." Her lips sought his again, making the truth of her statement hit home for Raymond.

The man wrapped her in his arms, responding in kind. "I'm going to hold you to that."

"As long as you hold me." She quipped, a rich, genuine laugh cascading from her mouth at her own wit.

The sound tugged mercilessly at the heart strings of her companion. "Oh, I love that laugh." Raymond murmured, his voice so quiet Rosalie nearly missed the comment. His hand reached up to tuck a curl behind her ear, "That one specifically, it falls from your lips in such a way, you couldn't have held it back if you tried." Those green eyes held hers with a stifling sincerity. "I love making you laugh, if only for the promise of hearing it. The way it dances along my skin," he placed a warm hand over the one she had placed on his cheek, "There's nothing quite like it."

The woman blushed scarlet, rendered speechless and terribly flattered by his quiet declaration. The statement had taken her so thoroughly by surprise, she simply gaped for a moment before beaming fondly at him.

Raymond met the gesture with interest, kissing Rosalie thoroughly before standing and placing her on her feet. "To the fire, little dove." He commanded, patting her backside in the appropriate direction.

The woman tipsily made her way to the seating area, settling herself on the rug beside the warm fire.

Raymond appeared moments later with a hearty bowl of the boeuf bourguignon and two spoons. "How much wine is in this?" He questioned, grunting his approval of the robust dish.

"A whole bottle." Chimed Rosalie with a grin.

"Woman after my own heart," Red insisted, taking another generous spoonful. "Who taught you to cook?"

"My mother, mostly, a bit from my grandmother here and there." She took her spoon gratefully, "This particular dish, however, I learned at the knee of Marietta Armel."

The echo of the fiery Frenchwoman bursting into the young woman's room at the Armel's home, declaring she was going to teach her to cook the proper French way, was one of Rosalie's most cherished memories.

"You and the Armels are family." Red commented, knowing from her earlier interactions with Florian, the woman adored her pseudo-adoptive parents.

"I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Florian," Rosalie readily admitted, "And I wouldn't be half as comfortable in this life had I never met his wife." She turned to catch Raymond's interested gaze. "I love them dearly, and I owe them both a great debt. They selflessly filled a hole in my life I didn't even know was there.

Red's eyes softened, "They love you too, very much." His mind recalled his discussion with Florian at the safehouse in Bulgaria, when the old mobster had openly admitted the spritely innkeeper was one of those whom he loved most in this world. Raymond had promised he would take care of Rosalie, that she would be one of his own. He didn't think a romantic relationship was quite what the man expected.

The men hadn't spoken since the incident at Marcelo's party months ago, and Red couldn't help but wonder how Florian would respond to this new development.

Rosalie's warm voice interrupted his thoughts, "One day, I'll tell you the story of my finding the Armel family, and you'll tell me the story of whatever's in your waistcoat pocket."

Her visage held a sly smile, making Red chuckle. He held out a firm hand, which she took, sealing the deal.

A not altogether uncomfortable silence followed, another firm truth settling between them.

"We will have to tell Florian." Sighed Rosalie, glancing nervously up at her companion.

Raymond's posture tightened visibly, "...And?" He asked, wondering if she had expected him to keep their relationship a secret. The thought bothered the man immensely. He would not hide their involvement, he couldn't love her quietly in the dark and pretend not to feel the same way in the light.

"If you're implying-" he began heatedly.

"I'm implying you should be ready for Florian to throw a spectacular fit." She snipped, "He won't be happy about us." She already knew how he would respond and was already dreading the unpleasantness which would follow the altercation.

"What does Florian's happiness have to do with ours?" Raymond growled with vigor, firing up at once.

Rosalie stood to pour herself another drink, taking a long moment to respond. When she did, the fight was gone out of her voice. "Florian's the closest thing I've had to a father these past five years." She whispered honestly, "Is it so wrong for me to wish for his approval?"

Red's stiff stature softened immediately, understanding her plight. She was dreading Florian finding out about them because she would once again be out in the impossible situation of standing between her parental figure and her lover. For someone with Rosalie's empathetic personality, being at odds with two of the precious few people she actually allowed into her life was utterly exhausting. Yet, to not tell Florian would be a monstrous betrayal the likes of which neither Raymond nor Rosalie could stomach.

"No," Raymond assured the woman, stepping around the living room furniture and gathering her in his arms. "No, there is nothing wrong with that."

They stood for a while in contemplative silence before Rosalie tilted her head upward. "I don't want us to be a secret, Raymond. I'm sorry if my response gave you the impression. That is not at all what I want."

Red tilted his head, placing his lips to her cheek in a hope to brighten her mood. "Good, because I won't be able to hide it."

A slow, shy smile tugged at Rosalie's lips, "Really?"

Raymond nodded, "Neither will you." He was quite certain, nobody would believe they weren't together. Their dynamic had always been sexually charged, but it now held an aura of completion, of belonging. It was as though Rosalie was well and truly his now, and he hers.

Rosalie laughed softly, "We're rather obvious, huh?"

Red smiled back at her, "I like you being so obviously mine, and I so blatantly yours." His voice held a protective, masculine undertone which stirred the ache in Rosalie's chest.

The rest of the world could look, could wonder and attempt to garner their attention, their favor, but Raymond and Rosalie would be far too busy enjoying their relationship to even bother with the rest.

"Florian will come around," Raymond murmured, kissing her temple, "He adores you too much to be upset for long."

Rosalie smiled into the man's chest, feeling considerably better. They would be together and happy regardless of it all. "I know he will. Until then, let's not dwell on it."

The evening continued into the early hours of the morning, the pair thoroughly enjoying their Kalsarikännit activities. There was barely enough scotch and gin left for one more drink as the storm raged on outside.

Raymond's attention turned toward the omnipresent bookshelves in the living area, beaming at them fondly, if not a little drunkenly. "God, I love your little tricks with the books." He proclaimed, the slightest hint of a slur in his voice.

"I love how your sexy voice becomes permanent after your sixth glass of Bowmore." Rosalie retorted impishly, her delicate ankles crossed vertically in the air as was her custom, resting atop the sofa's arm.

Red let out a torrid chuckle, glancing at her profile with interest. "Hold that thought," he insisted, turning back to the shelf and eyeing a row of books which caught his eye. "Are these all about sex?"

Rosalie laughed a tinkling laugh, covering her mouth when she saw which row he was perusing. "Yes."

"Oh!" She gasped suddenly recalling something she had wished to look up, "Hand me the dark blue one, fourth book in, will you?"

Raymond plucked the thick tome from the shelf, looking studiously at the embossed cover. "Really, Rosalie, Tantra?"

"Don't think you're up to the task?" She quipped, eyes alight with mischief, her hand stretching out waggling little fingers, demanding he hand over the reading material.

"I think you're determined to ruin me for any other woman." He replied honestly, sniggering when the little deviant pulled the book from his grasp.

"There's a position in here I remember being curious about." She murmured, thumbing through the pages thoughtfully.

"You're thinking of the Kama Sutra, my dear," Red offered solicitously, moving back toward the array of books.

"I have that too," she informed him, "But I know it's in the tantric one…"

Her voice trailed off as she began to read, leaving Red to peruse the collection. The row held a plethora of material on sexuality and sensuality from several different cultures. A hard bound copy of the Kama Sutra stood out amongst offerings like Histoire d'O, Delta of Venus, and several anthologies of erotic poetry from the likes of Pablo Neruda and E.E. Cummings all filled out the stacks. Her preferences stirred his curiosity immensely.

He pulled Histoire d'O from the row, meandering back towards the innkeeper with a boyish grin on his face. "Read this to me in French?"

Rosalie grinned her utter delight, setting the Tantra aside and patting the space next to her.

Raymond beamed, laying so he was perpendicular to her, resting his head against her waist.

His lover dropped her hand to card through his hair and caress his cheek, her warm, sensual voice purring the first chapter in a charming French lilt.

Several hours later, Rosalie awoke in the massive bed, her lover curled possessively around her torso. She yawned and stretched slightly, a revolting development invading her relaxed mind.

She was terribly hungover.

A grunt issued from the man cuddled against her chest, informing her he, too, was feeling the effects of last night's antics.

" Why did we drink so much?" Rosalie groaned, her head spinning horribly.

"It was your idea," Raymond readily accused, one large, warm hand reached up to cradle her left breast, the right was already operating as a cushion for the man's head.

"It was your story." Rosalie groused, arching unconsciously into his touch. "I need to shower, I can feel the gin seeping from my pores."

" You suggested we do the damn thing, and I don't know about you, but I don't think I could stand for a shower." The man admitted, his head pounding and his entire body feeling as though it carried a lead weight.

"I have to do something with my hair," sighed Rosalie, not at all wanting to go downstairs and begin the tedious task of tending to her now wild curls.

Raymond waved the notion aside, "We'll draw a bath, then."

The young woman immediately perked up at the idea. "Oh I do love the bath here."

After a quick bite to eat, Raymond turned on the bath's large taps, allowing the warm water to slowly fill the massive tub. There was an assortment of oils, salts, and scrubs in glass jars on a shelf beside the bath which caught his attention. Settling a stack of towels beside the steps leading to the whirlpool, Red descended into the rising water.

Rosalie happily fixed them both a drink, leaning heavily on the 'hair of the dog' philosophy. She tossed a couple frozen whiskey stones in the bottom of her glass, forgoing Red's because she knew he didn't like his scotch chilled. Before she descended the stairs, another idea came to her, sending her scurrying back toward the bedroom with an excited grin.

Raymond was busy conducting hungover alchemy experiments in the en-suite's large tub. Having opened each and every bottle to determine what lay within, the man was now tossing an assortment of their combined contents into the steaming water around him. He had just added a flourish of green bath salts when he heard a soft titter from behind him.

The Concierge of Crime turned, still bleary-eyed, to see a lovely blonde creature staring at him in amused affection.

" Rub a dub dub, there's a fugitive in my tub ." She joked, quite pleased with her display of irreverent wit. She held his scotch in one hand, her own gin and a lit Cohiba in the other. The cigar smelled wonderful, beckoning Raymond to its intricate flavors.

"I believe you have something of mine, little dove." Red purred, reaching for the lit item.

Rosalie danced just out of his grasp, giggling infectiously. "I believe I was the one who stole these, darling ." She said, placing his scotch at the water's edge before scuttling away from him once again.

"I believe I was the one dealing with Castro first, you little tyrant." Red groused, very nearly catching the hem of her towel. His lips quirked reluctantly upward as her laugh bounced gaily off the stone walls.

"Yeah, but who got you off the island?" She smirked, taking one goading step back toward him.

"Edward." Red replied without missing a beat.

Rosalie blinked blithely back at him, taking a long, exaggerated puff from the delicious looking cigar.

Red watched her with narrowed eyes, changing his tack to suit their particular brand of negotiations. "Get in here, woman , I want to taste that Cohiba on your lips."

The retort sufficed to make Rosalie squeak with surprise, a blush covering her from head to toe.

"My, my, Miss Øllegaard, such a pretty pink hue you're wearing. I had no idea you would respond to such talk." Raymond laughed, thoroughly enjoying setting the woman on her heels. He had known such an open call to her sense of depravity would shock and entice.

"I…" Rosalie honestly didn't know how to respond, she had no idea she liked that sort of talk either. Though, she realized now, there were a great many things she liked, but only when Raymond did them. The thought made her insides squirm in a pleasant way.

Her ruminations were interrupted when her towel was unceremoniously snatched by a marauding fugitive.

The sight of her delightfully in the buff coaxed a grunt of appreciation from her partner. The pretty blush extended to every lovely corner of her as she strode obediently toward the whirlpool's steps.

Red held out a chivalrous hand to assist her, another crack of thunder rumbling in the distance.

Once engulfed by the warm, fragrant water, Rosalie allowed the man to pull her close. She giggled openly, nuzzling him and kissing him to her heart's content.

Raymond took a seat in the far corner of the tub, tugging the little minx into his lap. She maintained her hold on the Cohiba, waiting until they were both settled before holding the offering up to his lips.

She watched in fascination as the man's tongue darted out to dab at the cigar, how his soft, sensual lips wrapped about the very tip. Her eyes grew hooded, thinking about how his mouth felt tormenting her most sensitive places. Raymond took a generous puff, blowing the smoke in a long, vertical plume. His dexterous fingers eased the item from the woman's grasp as he took another puff, enjoying the sophisticated notes and flavors hidden within.

He reversed the cigar, holding it comfortably for the woman before him.

Rosalie's plump lips took the place where his had been, her cheeks hollowing to pull the smoke into her mouth.

Red's entire body responded to the action, stiffening and lengthening, wondering what other things her mouth could do.

The few large candles in the bath flickered lazily, casting them in a soft, yellow hue. The way the light danced on Rosalie's wet skin stole the man's attention for a long beat.

The woman caught him staring, a warm smile lighting her features as she leaned forward, peppering his lips with kisses.

She continued showering him in affection, soothing his headache by several degrees.

Raymond set the cigar aside for the moment, settling into the task of sudsing them both with some of the decadent lather created by the bath products. Rosalie sighed her enjoyment, pulling the book they had begun the night before from her robe.

A contented smile pulled at Red's lips as he heard the woman start to read, the soothing sound of her voice murmuring in French pleasing to his ears.

Now this was the way to recover from a hangover.

The sound of a satellite phone echoed jarringly through the bath an undefined time later, disturbing the warmth and quiet of a lover's embrace.

Deep grey eyes found piercing green, a tale of melancholy written in their depths. They knew their time together had been drawing quickly to a close. They had wished for one more week, one more day, one more hour, to stay safely in this sanctuary, just the two of them.

The sound rang loudly through the space again, demanding they relent to the inevitable. Rosalie turned to place her lips gently to Raymond's, stroking the stubble of his cheek fondly as she poured her heart out to him.

Her lover responded in kind, understanding her emotions, feeling the loss of this haven just as much as she. His arm lifted as the broke, grasping the noisy device from his robe and answering the call.

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice gruff and drowsy sounding.

Rosalie burrowed her face in his neck as she heard the muffled sound of Dembe's voice on the other line.

"What day is it?" Asked Raymond, running his fingertips along Rosalie's shoulder blades. "Yeah, we will see you then."

The man ended the call without another word, wrapping his arms back around his companion.

"Horace and Dembe will be here tomorrow." He murmured against her shoulder, trailing warm lips along her collar bone.

Rosalie sighed, nodding with a forlorn look which made the man's chest ache. "We will be okay, Rosalie." He promised.

If there was anything of which Raymond Reddington was certain in that moment, it was the fact he would do everything in his power to keep this woman. He would protect her, care for her, she would want for nothing at his side.

"I know we will be." She whispered sincerely, "I'm just not ready to leave yet." She confessed, "I've loved every moment with you here, just the two of us. Getting to know you better, getting to care for you, to touch you, to make love with you, it's been a dream."

Raymond kisses her forehead, "So have I," he assured. "We will assure our days are spent as happy as these, won't we, little dove?"

Rosalie's eyes shone slightly, looking to him for comfort. She nodded and burrowed deeper into his embrace. "Thank you for doing this, for making sure we had this time alone."

Raymond held her tight, thanking every deity known to man he'd had the foresight to know they'd need this uninterrupted spell together. "Let's go to our room, little dove," he suggested, voice thick with emotion, "I want to hold you."

Rosalie nodded sedately, leading them both from the large tub, drying off and heading for the spiral staircase.

Thunder boomed loudly, a bolt of lightning illuminating the home's interior as they reached the main living space. The bright light cast the lovers in a pearly blue glow for but a moment. In those seconds, Red's gaze sought Rosalie. She stood perfectly nude, framed in the home's floor to ceiling windows, the ache in her eyes cutting the man to his core.

Raymond had waited so long for someone to look at him the way she did in those flickering seconds.

She looked like she could…

Like she might…

If given the chance…

Rosalie looked at him like she could love him in ways no one ever had, in ways Raymond himself hadn't yet imagined.

Aching hands searched the darkness for her, encompassing the feminine frame in a loving hold, guiding them both toward the sanctuary of their bedroom.

Raymond's mouth was parted sensually, the pleasure he was feeling robbed him of his usually litany of arousing dialogue. The delectable pull of Rosalie's warmth with each movement of her hips occupied his full and undivided attention. He had been ridden by a woman before, but never quite like this.

The dwindling hours of their time at Fyr seemed to strike the most sensual of chords within his lover, bringing to light more of her proclivity for bestowing an endless river of affection.

The beautiful creature atop The man's rigid member moved in a way which made Raymond's whole body bow. The slow pace elongated every sensation, every ripple of her sex and every pulse of his shaft seemed heightened tenfold.

Rosalie's slender fingers were threaded with Raymond's thicker digits in a powerfully intimate gesture, pinning the man's hands to the bed on either side of his head. This position shifted the woman ever so slightly forward, placing her pert breasts in the perfect position for Red to shower them with attention. He suckled greedily at the pink pebbled flesh, flicking his tongue rapidly over each delicious peak and grunting his satisfaction when each lick made the woman astride him buck.

"God, Rosalie," he moaned, his body wracked with delicious ecstasy. He wanted to come and yet he didn't, he wanted this gorgeous siren to continue her possession of him until the end of his days.

She fit him so perfectly, her snug, wet quim captivating him in ways he had never thought possible. The smooth roll of her hips beckoned his attention to her beautiful body. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, little dove? The way you take every inch of me, the way you arch into me, begging me to take you deeper. I've never felt so sated, so thoroughly, deliciously satisfied in my life."

"Raymond." She mewled, continuing her excruciatingly slow assault. "I…I need you." She whimpered, her molten grey eyes holding his steadily as the man's aching cock was surrounded by her wet, quivering heat once again.

Raymond understood, he felt it too. "Despite this bone-deep satisfaction, I still can't get enough of you."

"S-so good," Rosalie shivered as she inched slowly down the rigid flesh. Her body relented little by little, allowing his length to fill her to the brim. "It's so deep." She sighed as she took him to the hilt.

The way Red's girth settled inside her and the way she was already burning with desire, Rosalie was rather surprised she hadn't come already.

Raymond growled his pleasure as the tunnel pulsed helplessly around him.

"That's it, take every last inch." He could feel every little flutter while her tight pussy worked to accommodate him. Without warning, he thrust sharply up into his lover, making her cry out with the sudden intensity.

Rosalie was already on the edge, the man could feel it. It would take little to no effort for Red to have her coming around his shaft. He continued his movements, thrusting into her quaking frame in short, sharp movements. His head remained perfectly poised over her g-spot, massaging it with every pass.

Rosalie rocked back into Raymond, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. "Yes, right there…" She pleaded, desperate to meet the demands of her body. It felt like she was balanced on a razor's edge, the need to reach the peak of orgasm outstripping all else.

"Raymond," She mewled, meeting each thrust, pushing him deeper inside her.

Her lover dropped his thumb to the hood of her sex, circling it just so. "Come for me, Rosalie." He murmured, "Show me how good I make you feel."

Rosalie moaned above him, her thighs twitching with the effort of chasing her climax.

Red continued pumping her slick depths, driving her steadily out of her mind.

Another crackle of lightning split the landscape outside, casting them in an ethereal glow once again.

Raymond's instincts took over, shifting them so he was sitting up against the beds headboard, his lover still astride him.

"Lean back, little dove, I've got you." He purred, his large hands holding firmly to the small of her back.

Red had taken the liberty of discovering which position in the Tantra had caught her avid curiosity, pleased as hell to find it involved was quite achievable and would leave the woman fully open to any caress which might catch the man's fancy.

Realizing what he meant, Rosalie flashed a shy little grin before she arched, allowing her body to bend backward. Her head rested just below Raymond's knees, her hands reaching up to stroke his calves.

Raymond moaned as another thunderclap tent the air like a cannon blast, a pearly blue streak filling the room, showing him the incredible view in vivid detail.

Rosalie was stretched out before him, still perfectly impaled on his throbbing cock, open in every way imaginable. From this position Raymond could happily touch and tease every last inch of her. Her full breasts in particular, stood on full display, still perfectly within reach of his wandering mouth.

"You are so beautiful," he crooned, leaning forward and capturing a pert nipple between his lips, suckling hard on the pebbles peak as he rocked forward.

Rosalie moaned throatily, dipping her hips to meet him.

The pair continued their previous slow pace, falling into a comfortable rhythm which rocked every inch of Red's shaft deep within her pussy. Their breathing was smooth and steady, as unhurried as their lovemaking.

Raymond pulled Rosalie closer, shifting so her pelvis was flush with his.

The man's cock settled so very deep, the rock hard head butting intimately against the woman's cervix.

Rosalie gasped, a spine-deep tingling moving throughout her body. "Oh my God," She mewled, rolling her hips into the sensation, pushing him harder against the sensitive muscles.

The sensation made both their mouths drop open in gasping pleasure.

"Jesus," groaned Raymond, hips bucking against her.

Rosalie shook from the intensity, an orgasm not far off.

Her lover watched in awe as she wound tighter and tighter, the slow, steady drag of his manhood inside her driving them both made with need.

Red had seen many incredible works of art in his lifetime. Long lost relics, masterpieces he himself had stolen, they all paled in comparison to the shapely figure occupying his arms.

"I have seen so much in my life." He murmured, kissing a sensual path up her ribcage.

"I have seen the world and sailed the seas. I've been a traitor, a broker, a spy, a sailor..." He whispered, his mouth making its way to her breasts.

Rosalie moaned her delight as she felt another love bite being made against her burning skin.

Red lifted his head to gaze at the beautiful creature before him, passionate and wild as a summer storm.

"In all the far flung corners of this earth, I have never encountered anything as beautiful as you, basking in our lovemaking, moving with me as though you were made to fit. Bespoke. Just for me."