The ride home was quiet. Red allowed her to collect her thoughts, staying close to her the entire time, his arm around her protectively.
She sat silently basking in his closeness, leaned against the fragrant fabric of his outer jacket.
His touch, whether smoothing her hair, surreptitiously folding and refolding the pleats of the gauzy spring dress she wore, felt both reassuring and sensual.
It kept his mind sane. To touch her, to know she was tangible... with him again.
Liz was never so glad when they pulled into the driveway.
Red helped her into the house and back to their room, closing the door behind them... shutting out the rest of world.
"Why don't you wash up?" he suggested, wishing to rid her of the other man's touch.
She headed to the bathroom, leaving the door open, stripping her top and bottoms off as she cleared the room.
"Do you need help?" he asked quietly.
The woman hesitated, fighting modesty and a deathly tired sensation. The latter winning out in the end.
"Please..." she finally assented.
Red grabbed a towel and a wash cloth, wetting and soaping it before handing it to her. He turned away, offering privacy. She wiped herself down, ridding herself of the grit and grime of this horrible day.
"Your back?" he asked, his eyes sweeping the lovely plains as neutrally as possible in his present condition.
The man warmed the cloth, stepping behind her. He took his time with the task, enjoying the intimacy implied.
"Let me see your wrist again." he held out his hand, gently twisting the arm in the light. "Let's keep it uncovered for a while. If it starts to annoy you, then we'll wrap it."
He stretched his neck, craning it slightly, glancing at her temple, his eyes chilling.
"If I hurt you..." the unspoken command was heard before he brushed her hair back, careful to not pull on the dark tresses.
"The skin isn't broken, but you do have bruising." he sighed. "Would you like an ice pack?"
She shook her head negatively.
He smiled softly, then dipped his head, kissing her wrist again. "You're bruised, but you'll live." he proclaimed, then stroked her cheek, and kissed her temple.
She leaned into his touch, not surprised to feel him cup her face and press his full lips against the bruising.
She turned slightly, her lips brushing his cheek line.
"Thank you..." she kissed him again, her lips lingering longer than necessary, "for coming for me."
"I always will." he mumbled against her skin, his mouth warm on her flesh.
She turned into the affection, the man pulling back, smiling gently. He brushed the strand of hair back into place that had caught on the shadowy coarseness of his beard.
As always, Red was gentle with her. He hadn't hurt her during his treatment.
He never hurt her... ever.
And he never would. She knew as much now.
She leaned forward kissing his lips gently.
The man froze in place, his senses reeling.
She pressed into his soft lips, then reluctantly pulled back.
"What's that for?" he needed the clarification himself but was loathe to break the spell.
His warm breath ghosted over her lips, calling her back to his full ones.
She slowly melded her mouth to his softly pliable one. At first, Red was stunned, simply allowing matters to progress as they might but soon enough his senses were pulled into the hesitant, guileless approach.
The man reached out, his hands braced on the bench, moving into her efforts. For one brief second he allowed himself to respond, his mouth increasing the pressure of the kiss, the warm moist lips causing his stomach to react chaotically.
He broke apart reluctantly, his eyes remaining closed for a long beat as he regained his equilibrium.
"Are you sure you don't have a concussion?" he attempted a lightness he did not feel.
The blue eyes bore into his hypnotically for what seemed an eternity.
"Kiss me." she whispered unsteadily.
The request clearly stunned the man and he took his time, his expression almost quizzical but then...
Red inched forward slowly, tracing her lips with his own, tormenting her teasingly for minutes on end, until she was breathing shakily.
"This is wrong." he whispered against her lips. "So why don't I give a shit?"
She leaned into him, her mouth more than impatient in this instance.
The man grunted his appreciation, sliding to his knees, increasing the pressure of his kiss. His hand slid beneath her dark hair, threading his fingers through the fine strands making her moan against his mouth.
He broke the lock, gasping against her mouth, his warm clean breath tingling her cheek line delicately.
She flicked her tongue, catching his top lip sensually, "I need you..."
"What do you need?" his voice was thick and raspy.
She slid closer to him, her mouth trembling under his expertise, "Touch me..."
His fingers traced her face gently, his arms drawing her closer. He grunted when he felt her little tongue begging for entrance into the warm opening of his mouth.
He flicked the very tip ever so slowly, enjoying her small whimper of delight.
She moaned into his mouth. The man deepened the kiss systematically, his tongue fighting hers for dominance. Liz relinquished control, allowing him to guide where her where he wanted.
This man could kiss.
She felt her body tingle in anticipation of what was to come.
Red stood, easing her along gently, his large hand spreading across lower back. A low growl escaped the man's throat when he felt her nakedness pressing against the length of him.
A soft mewl escaped her throat when she felt the rich linen and the scrape of cold buttons brush her breasts. His large hands spanned her bare back, as his arms enclosed her securely.
She moaned her dissension, breaking free momentarily, squirming in his embrace.
"Wha–?" he breathed against her lips.
"No..." she grabbed the front of his jacket, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, or attempting the feat.
Red pulled at his sleeves, dropping the expensive garment to the floor while she worked on his tie and dress shirt. His eyes were gentle on her unskilled efforts, as he allowed her every whim.
His nose nudged her jaw line, his lips kissing her throat, his teeth nipping the fragrant flesh here and there.
His fingers grasped her hair in a firm but insistent hold, his hand guiding her gently. He groaned against her nape, his lips sending chills of delight down her spine.
Red slid his hand unhurriedly over the creamy heated flesh of her ample buttocks, his fingers curling to the supple curve. Her moans lengthened in duration as his thick fingers grazed her wet center from behind. He kneaded the tight flesh in his palm, their tongues battling in a fevered kiss.
His arm held her tightly in a prison she had no desire to escape. The woman's fingers trailed up the muscled biceps of his arm as she tip-toed to ensure the kiss continued.
Elizabeth rocked back into his touch, opening her legs wider for his dexterous hand's activity. "P-Please." she found she was not above pleading at this stage.
Red skimmed her ass cheek delicately, his fingers spreading over her tingling, throbbing sex, drawing the growing wetness from her opening.
"That's my girl..." he purred against her lips. The man cupped her ass in his palms, lifting, his jaw pulsing when her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist.
He supported her weight effortlessly making his way to the bedroom.
Stalking to the bed, readjusting his hold on her lithe body, they sank into the soft bedding.
His eyes locked with hers and for the first time she felt she was seeing the true Red Reddington.
Her stomach tightened in anticipation and she literally vibrated to his next words...
"What do you need?" he grunted against her mouth.
"You." she gasped tremulously, boldly reaching for his belt, pulling the dark leather apart, their fingers meeting at his zipper. The sound of the metal sliding down was incredibly loud over their heavy breathing, but a most welcome sound.
"Please hurry." she urged wantonly.
Red pushed her back, following her as their bodies melded together. He dropped kisses along the hollow of her throat, her chest bone, easing agonizingly lower until finally his hot mouth engulfed one straining, quivering nipple.
Elizabeth inhaled sharply, grasping his head, her fingers insistent on the flesh as she pressed his efforts deeper into his pastime.
She bit at her lip, arching into his wickedly talented tongue which flicked and suckled her nipples hungrily. Her mouth fell agape when she felt his clothed bulge brush against her clit.
She withered about happily, rocking up into his crotch.
Liz felt his smile around her nipple feeling the tip of his tongue lick her pale skin, tracing the heavy edge of her breast. He took his time breathing in the fragrant skin before moving downwards.
The man worshiped her tummy before settling comfortably above the mound of her sex.
Red slowed his descent, inhaling her scent in deeply, "You smell so good." he hummed his approval. "And I bet you taste even better, don't you?"
"Uhmm." she gulped, tightening her thighs around his torso, making the man chuckle against her dark curls.
"Let me taste you Lizzy..." he grunted against her electrified skin.
Red grasped her knees, moving them slowly apart. He ran his hands down both thighs to the crease of her legs, his eyes taking in the beauty afforded him.
He savored, the moment causing the woman's cheeks to flush prettily.
The man laid down, opening her further with is broad shoulders, laughing quietly, nuzzling the hand with which she had covered her sex. He boldly licked the edges of her fingers.
"Show me how beautiful you are." he mumbled against her hand. "Let me see your pussy."
His hot breath beat against her trembling hand. She shivered involuntarily, hearing that word from his lips doing all sorts of delicious things to her nervous system. It sounded so... dirty, the way his deep rumbling voice had purred the word.
His tongue broke her out of her revelry as it teased the edges of her folds and thighs. He nudged his nose against her hand, laying wet kisses on her fingers.
"Let me..." he muttered.
She lifted her hand slowly, his mouth replacing the trembling fingers.
"Keep going..." he practically commanded, urging her onward. His tone was thick and husky. "Want that little clit of yours in my mouth so badly."
He nudged her once more, uncovering her completely. He drew back, staring heatedly at her glistening center.
"You're are so beautiful..." he hummed, then kissed the peak of her sex lovingly. "Such a pretty little pussy." he rumbled intimately.
And then she was in his hot, wet mouth. His tongue rolled along her clit, sliding between her swollen lips, suckling the juices from her body. He grunted against her, vibrating her throbbing clit mercilessly.
"S-Stop..." she arched, pushing into his mouth, giving him added incentive.
The man cupped her ass, lifting her to his desired height, making her legs fall open wider, which pleased him immensely. His face rubbed into her wet skin, the five o'clock shadow feeling delicious on sensitive flesh.
"You taste so fucking sweet." he snarled then drew her against him. "Love how you feel in my mouth." he mumbled his contentment, continuing his playtime.
He wrapped his thick tongue around her rubbing and sucking on her throbbing clit. She reached down grabbing his head, rocking against him, riding his face, nearing closer and closer to release.
Red hummed against her sensually, quickening her actions. He readjusted his hold on her ass, slipping two fingers inside her dripping heat.
The sensation rocked the woman to the very core.
She cried out, rolling her hips with more determination. "D-Don't stop." she begged.
Red's tongue widened, covering a broader area. His fingers pressed on a spongy hardness inside her, enjoying the small exclamation of appreciation. His other resting on her breast, his fingers deftly pulling on the hardened nipple.
She clamped her thighs around his head, arching off the bed, feeling a burst of heat rush through her rapidly convulsing tunnel.
Red snarled deeply, sucking the wetness from her. She mewled in disappointment when his fingers slid free, only to cry out when his open mouth and tongue dove between her folds.
He slowed, easing her back to earth until she shuddered sharply in release, her thighs involuntarily relaxing.
She felt the bed move and Red shift. The man crawled over her reclined form, licking a searing trail up her body, kissing her rosy, damp skin.
His hands pressed her breasts together, licking between the valley he had made then both nipples simultaneously, stiffening the pink tips. He smiled at the tiny peaks before branding them with his ownership.
He leaned closer, resting his weight on his forearms, purposely dragging his hairy chest across her sensitive breasts. She squirmed, nuzzling into the warm scratchy surface, loving the feel.
"Well, I feel infinitely better." the soft scent of her climax was on his breath which brought a flush to her cheeks and a tingle to her core. "You?"
Her deep blue eyes lifted seductively, her hand reaching between them as she scratched her nails over his chest and stomach.
Red's head dropped, his eyes fluttering shut, a prurient sound rumbling deep within his throat.
"Not yet..." she whispered, gently cupping his bulge. The man growled appreciatively, grinding lasciviously, pushing hard into her hand.
His eyes opened, focused intently on hers, "You need more?" He rasped hoarsely.
"Yes..." she meekly replied.
He palmed her hand, working it into his open pants and around the rigid and hot flesh of his cock. "You need this?" he corrected almost sternly.
"Shit..." she panted, wrapping her fingers around his wide girth.
"Say it..." he demanded. "You need me."
"...Yes." she had no problem agreeing or saying as much.
Red pushed off the bed, thumbing his pant waist, pushing the material of his clothes down his muscular thighs. His heavy erection bobbed in the cool air, drawing her attention immediately.
She licked her suddenly parched lips, her legs opening wider in response.
His erection was long and thick, the huge pink crown pulsing under her gaze, beading with wetness.
"Touch me." he grunted, leaning into her. Taking her hand himself, he wrapped it around his hot shaft, slowly pumping her tiny fingers. She drew in a shaky breath as he pushed against her hand, spreading her fingers with his girth.
"Does my baby need to be fucked?" he purred, absently kicking his pants aside. "Because that's what I'm going to do to you."
Her mouth fell agape, her eyes slamming shut when he raked his thick crown slowly along her slit, the large shaft brushing her thighs.
"You're so..." she mewled, "thick."
"And you're tiny as fuck." he growled his anticipation, pushing his cock head between her folds, the heaviness feeling phenomenal against her drenched opening. "Shit..." he hummed in approval, "gonna love spreading you open, sweetheart."
"Oh God..." she prayed fervently that he was a man of his word.
Red inched his way forward, opening her to the pressure of his entrance, "Relax." he drawled.
He thumbed her clit, his mouth worshiping her nipple, assisting her in the effort.
Red shoved gently, breaching her, sliding silkily into the molten depths awaiting him.
He grunted his amazement.
Liz tilted her hips, taking more of the man inside. A long breathy gasp escaped her pouty mouth, tickling his ear.
"Yes..." he encouraged, his voice a shadow of its former vitality, "open for me." he coaxed, muttering against her lips. "Let me fuck you."
The man delivered on his promise, pushing down insistently, opening her wide with his huge mushroomed cock head.
The slow drag of his fat erection raked erotically along her engorged clit.
"Damn..." he breathed sharply, "you feel so warm... So deliciously wet."
She hummed in open appreciation, rolling against him until he caught her hip, stilling her.
"No..." he strongly advised. "Oh, I'm going to give it to you," she was assured, "trust me."
He inched his shaft deeper, growling his arousal, his downy pubic hair brushing her bare skin, exciting the woman to new heights.
"Can you feel me?" he whispered. "Can you feel my cock buried deep inside you. Can you feel my balls pressed against your tiny ass?"
"Yes.." she hissed.
He slid out, keeping his head snugly trapped in the confines of her tight body, then slid back in ever so slowly until he nestled his heavy sack back against her bottom.
"You're so damned tight." he sighed his approval. "Love your pussy..." he praised her. "Look how well your little body is accepting of me." he hummed his gratitude.
Knowing that she was making him feel as good, that he was enjoying her as much as she was him, was very fulfilling. His praise made her not only incredibly aroused, but sexy as hell, sensual. And to be honest, she had never felt that before.
Red stroked her, spreading her each time, bouncing his large sack against her. The man increased the strength and speed of his thrusts.
He grasped her hands, their fingers intertwining, his weight pressing them into the bedding. But she didn't feel trapped or controlled surrounded by Red's large frame and his weight. She felt safe and protected, like never before.
His erection scraped against her clit repeatedly, their rhythm gaining momentum. She panted continuously under him, trying to increase the pace of their lovemaking.
But Red stayed even and steady, refusing her the tempo she craved, making sure she felt each and every nuance he had to offer.
"You know what makes this perfection?" he rumbled deeply, delicately thumbing her nipple.
"Humm..." she questioned not only the statement but the unnecessary interruption.
"I'm riding you bareback." the mellow tone washed over her sensually.
Her eyes flew open wide as the realization hit her full force. He grinned down at her, increasing his speed, fucking her harder.
"Sto..." she gasped her shock. She knew she should push him away, but all she really wanted to do, was draw him closer. Her body craved his touch. And even though he was touching her at every possible advantage place imaginable...it wasn't enough.
She wanted more.
Her legs wrapped tightly around him, her decision long since cast, as she willingly opened herself more to his powerful thrusts.
"It's okay baby..." he soothed expertly.
"No it isn–" she cried out plaintively as he gripped her hip, rocking her up into his thrust, dragging her clit against his rigid shaft.
"Does that feel good?" he smiled knowingly. "Is my cock pleasing this eager little pussy of yours?"
She moaned piteously in reply. "More..." she pleaded, "g-give me more."
"I've wanted to come in you for so long." he rasped unevenly. "Wanted to mark you as my own." he moaned brokenly. "Tell me you want it baby. Tell me you want me to come." Red's voice shook slightly. "Tell me you need to feel my heat warm you."
Red sat back on his heels, positioning her where he needed. His hands gripped the underside of her waist holding her steady.
"Tell me." he commanded, thrusting hard into her opening, his eyes focused on his pastime.
He was torn, his attention shifting from the beautiful bounce of her breasts to his driving shaft.
He grasped her breast, his hips snapping the underside of her thighs hard, "Let me take care of my baby...let me give her what she needs." he drove his shaft with short, concentrated strokes, pushing her towards the climax he needed to witness.
"Lizzy, I need to come." he warned, his focus slightly wavering. "Tell me you want me, sweetheart." he willed.
She fought in vain, her own orgasm just seconds away. He was in more control clearly and she resented the fact. She wanted him to be just as desperate as she.
"God baby... let me." he leaned over her, kissing her deeply. "Let me give you what you want."
The woman stiffened in his arms, a uniquely feminine sound torn from her throat. He felt her climax, shuddering beneath him.
"Yes! God, R-Red!" she cried out, her tunnel pulsing around him, squeezing the fuck out of his shaft.
She rippled in tight waves, rolling along his hot, wet cock. She felt her thick cream bathe his driving shaft, his large head pushing it around his length, coating her thighs and his groin in her cum.
"Fuck!" he gritted, pumping her hard, nailing her little ass to the bed, "Lizzy..." he drawled, filling her with his hot thickened streams of release, "baby..."
Red reached between them quickly, rubbing her clit hard and fast, "Come again..." he gritted. "Come on my cock."
Red fucked her deep, bouncing her off his shaft until she clenched hard. She gripped the headboard, her back curving off the mattress, pushing her clit into his erection.
"Do it!" he snapped. "Lizzy...
Elizabeth jerked awake, her entire body humming in awareness of the sudden incessant need.
She dropped her hand between her thighs, pushing against herself to ease the ache, feeling a gush of wetness soak her panties. Gasping for air, she found herself surrounded by Red's scent and his hand resting lightly on her thigh.
"Lizzy?" the man repeated her name, calling for her attention.
The woman's eyes snapped open, the man's deep voice in her ear, shocking her into awareness.
She had just... Oh good Lord! And Red was...
Oh... shit.
Red Reddington had floated in light sleep state now for about an hour, something keeping him from dropping into a REM stage.
He had felt the bed moving, his subconscious alerting him to something amiss. He finally stirred, reluctant to leave the warmth of a rather pleasant dream. To find Elizabeth caught in her own dream, a rather active one at that. She was moaning and pushing back until she had ended up beside him.
A nightmare, perhaps?
"...A bad dream?" He was slightly concerned.
She shook with aftershocks, her hands trembling. "Uh..." she gasped, swallowing hard, trying to quickly acclimate herself. "No, no..." she stumbled over the words. "I'm–" she exhaled sharply, "I'll be..." she completely lost her train of thought.
"Well something wrong?" Red frowned, lifting himself to his elbow, slightly concerned for her state.
"Nothing..." she breathed out shakily. " just because of what happened tonight." she knew he would need a better explanation, supplying the only one that came to mind.
She threw back the blankets, unsteadily edging to the side of the bed.
"You need help?" he asked quietly, his eyes intent upon the darkened silhouette.
"I'm okay." she whispered. "Just need a second." she grabbed her crutch, hobbling quickly to the bathroom.
The man dropped his head back into the pillow, sighing. He shifted in the bed, fluffing the blanket and was immediately assaulted by her scent.
Only, this was a new aroma.
And one he knew well.
He had never had the privilege to experience it to date from her though. He would have remembered such a delicate treat.
Each woman, had her own unique fragrance that changed with her moods, Red knew from his many years of investigation into the mystique surrounding the female persuasion.
When Lizzy was happy, her natural scent sweetened to the freshest of bouquets. When she was pissed, the air got musky, salty, reminding him of the wispy foam coming off turbulent waves of an angry ocean.
And when she was sad... he swore he could smell rain. Cold rain on a brisk autumn evening.
No matter her mood, he loved being near her just to bask in that which was Elizabeth Keen.
Because no one could make her scent more permeating than himself. He excelled at such things, especially the anger. The thought amused him. There was a fine line between love and hate they say, he did not mind treading the area what-so-ever.
But this scent... this was the passion of an aroused woman.
His Lizzy smelled of warmed butterscotch and brandy, with a tinge of salt, that was all too telling of it's origins.
She had gotten aroused. And wet as hell.
Damned wet.
Damned aroused.
He didn't even have to shove his nose in the blankets, but did anyway to really breathe her in.
And God... did he wish he was so privileged to bury himself in it.
She was fucking intoxicating.
Seemed Lizzy had a pretty pleasant dream. A dream that had ended in orgasm.
She couldn't have helped it though. Her nerve endings were all over the place. She was between that place where pain and pleasure collided.
She would have been incapable of distinguishing where one began and the other ended. In Red's world such a thing usually ended up sending the body into shivers of gratification.
Add to that, her pain pills heightening her dream state...
She couldn't have stopped it, even if she had awoken before her dream climax. Pain often substituted itself for pleasure in the subconscious mind.
He had been in her shoes so many times, he'd lost count.
He remembered the first wet dream he'd had after a huge dose of narcotic drugs and was blown away by the experience... until of course the pain in his arm and chest had made themselves known. Then he was wishing for the high of the orgasm once again, no matter how awkward the timing might have been.
But this was her first experience with real pain and she didn't know how to handle it, as of yet. Or more to the point, didn't know to not be embarrassed by the body's natural response to pain stimuli.
She needed another pill, that was all. Her pain was making itself known, translating into a vivid drug induced dream.
He rolled from the bed, heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a couple bottles of water and a snack for them both before heading back.
After sitting the plate down, he crossed to her bedside table, tapping out a pill when the bathroom door opened.
"Hey..." she grimaced painfully, attempting a lightness she certainly did not feel at this point.
His eyes softened as he stepped to her. "I know sweetheart," he soothed, "I know it hurts."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her to the table, easing her down in the seat. He uncapped the water, handing her a pill. The man held the slippery bottle until she got her fill.
He sat across from her, reaching for the neglected plate. "You need to eat, just a little so you won't get nauseous."
"Too late." she pouted miserably, but popped a grape in her mouth, then a cracker.
He checked the digital readout on her side table. "Fifteen minutes." he reminded. "It'll be better."
She nibbled her cheese and another grape, waiting for the relief he promised.
The ensuing silence wasn't uncomfortable, per say. But he could feel her awkwardness. But then, and he knew Lizzy.
He knew she was embarrassed. Whether or not she sensed he was aware of what had happened, he did not know.
"You want to talk about it?" he asked quietly, letting her take the question how ever she wanted to. Either she would talk about her dream, confide in him or...
"I'm okay, just aching." she sighed shakily. "I can feel the pill working though."
Too concentrated on her pain, of course that was her focus. The other issue... well, it really wasn't any of his business.
It was just a dream, after all.
Red watched her intently, his tension easing with hers. The more food she ate and the more the pill took effect, the more the awkwardness dissipated.
"Come on sweetheart." he helped her from the chair and into the bed. "You need to rest." he eased her down, grabbing her body pillow, positioning it under her leg.
She snuggled into it, sighing in relief.
He pulled the blankets up around her, bent, kissing her temple. "Sleep, you'll feel better in the morning."
She nodded silently before he headed back to his side of the bed, settling in himself. By the time he was relaxed and near dozing, she was snuffling softly in her sleep.