Author Note: I would like to thank you all for your patience and understanding, and most importantly, your personal messages to me during my recovery from surgery.

The kind words, well wishes and hopes for a speedy recovery really meant more to me than I can express!

Beta and I feel terrible that we haven't been able to get as many chapters up as we had wished during TBL hiatus, but with things calming down now, I can only hope that Beta and I get back on track and start pumping out the chapters as we did before.

Thank you again for being such a wonderful support team. You truly made this easier to get through.

Daniel

May 5

Red awakened, finding himself wrapped around Elizabeth's naked form, her breast cradled warmly in his hand.

Tightening his embrace, he pulled the woman closer, smiling softly as he recalled the previous evenings activities.

Her soft perfume filled his head with visions that stirred his nether regions. He could not believe how erotic the woman had behaved in their lovemaking session.

He had allowed her to take the reigns at one point, laying back, watching raptly as she used him for her own gratification.

His thumb lazily eased over the coarse nipple he fondled, remembering the supple breasts as they had bounced against his hands. They had felt so full and heavy, a very sensual experience indeed.

It had been a hell of a show.

He hadn't left the cradle of her thighs until they finally reached the point of exhaustion. Not that he had wanted to, even then.

She was addictive as hell. The whole evening had been raw, sultry and a release of pent up desire. The culmination of weeks of foreplay reaching its maximum peak, leaving them both sweaty, breathless and spent.

Laying in her arms afterwards, the anticipation of taking her again, making her come, made his dick fill fast and hard.
She was so damned beautiful to him. Her skin so soft, her breasts so full and voluptuous and that treasure between her legs was not only captivating...

But in his opinion, his territory now.

He may have not marked her in his preferred method, but that time would come. He could afford to be patient now.

After each session of lovemaking, one would think he would have his fill. But then she would move a certain way, or a certain part of her anatomy would touch his, and the cycle would begin again.

She had told him at one point, she could feel how hot he felt inside her.

Usually Red was not a silent lover, quick to praise or encourage at the slightest provocation. With Elizabeth, he often found himself at a loss for the proper words to describe the emotions she could stir inside him.

The man hoped he made his feelings manifest in his actions.

He wasn't ready to share her with the rest of the world as yet, that much he could verbalize. He hoped when he did, she would feel the same.

Red moved slightly, gaining a better perspective. He watched Elizabeth sleep.

He vowed he would allow her to rest, but the sight of her partially naked form, for the covers had fallen slightly askew... waylaid all his good intentions.

His hand slid down her tummy, his fingers playing over the soft tuft of pubic hair he so loved to play in.

The woman stirred, turning toward him, her legs parting slightly. Red took the opportunity presented. He rubbed her little clit, gently awakening her passion. Elizabeth arched like a graceful feline, a secretive smile playing about that pouty mouth.

Her hand covered his, encouraging his ministrations.

"Best date ever..." she whispered roughly, the blue eyes opening sleepily, her body suddenly attuned to the man's every demand.

She didn't think anyone had ever awakened her in such a manner before. In this instance, she hadn't minded the wake up call one bit. This was much more pleasant than her asshole ex-husband's method of throwing open the curtains and letting the dog run all over her.

Red chuckled, dropping a kiss to her neck before grudgingly removing his hand from it's exquisitely warm nest.

"Where are you going?" she pouted, noticing the man's very impressive erection, as he rolled out of bed.

"Nature calls." Red replied honestly, walking around the corner of the bed, only to stop in his tracks. She lay there, partially covered, looking exactly like an Edgar Degas painting.

She was wet, sated and naked.

In his bed.

It was all he could do, not to retrace his steps, to follow his instincts and spend the next few hours hopelessly lost in the passion she could arouse.

The truth of the matter was however, while he knew what he wanted this morning, women often had different notions after a night of heated lovemaking.

Red knew, it was best to follow her lead in such a case. It did not help the throb in his cock, granted. But in the long run, perhaps his decision would net better results.

He determined to do his business and get about the activities of the day.

The man did not plan however, that Elizabeth would pad into the bathroom, stark naked and begin going about her usual routine... sans clothing.

He shaved absently as he watched the woman's every move. Her breasts were absolutely breathtaking and that cute little ass drew his attention as none before.

She brushed her hair, the long fluff falling in cascades around her shoulders. The movement was almost hypnotic, the dark strands catching the light just so.

Before he knew it, Red had stepped behind the woman, his hands engulfing the slender hips. The blue eyes met his in the mirror, instant communication passing between them.

A short time later, the man headed for the kitchen, in the mood to prepare one of his culinary delights.

What Elizabeth liked most about this particular morning, was how comfortable and relaxed it was.

How domestic.

Red walked around in some soft pajama bottoms, leaving her to wear the oversized top, as they sat down to breakfast.

As she bit into her perfectly toasted bread, she sat up straighter, a thought occurring.

"Something wrong?" Red frowned, having noted her expression, his coffee halfway to his lips.

"Are we squatting in someone's house?" Liz narrowed her eyes at the man, knowing his penchant for making himself at home... anywhere.

"Yes, we are." his smile widened as she tugged at the shirt she was wearing, tucking the tails between her legs. "Modesty becomes you." his eyes dipped to the valley she now demurely tried to hide. "Relax. It's my house." Red chuckled quietly, setting his cup down.

Liz blew out the breath she'd been holding, her shoulders losing their rigidity, "Don't do that." she scolded. "I was just waiting for a man to demand I give him back his shirt."

Red leaned into his elbows, waggling his fingers at her, "Give me my shirt back..."

"After I eat..." she mumbled around her eggs, batting her long lashes at him, "you can try and take it from me."

"Try?" he smiled knowingly.

"I can play hard to get," she took exception, "...if I want to."

Red held his reply, thinking he could get the shirt off so easily if he truly were of a mind.

He watched the woman hungrily attacking the plate before her. "Did we work up an appetite last night?" he teased gently.

"Well, I had to do most of the work." she lifted playful eyes.

"I can take constructive criticism." he shrugged, enjoying the turn of the conversation.

"I can't." she didn't think she could at least, at this point. "So change the subject."

"Just let me state for the record," he topped off their coffee, sitting back, "I have absolutely no complaints."

Liz felt infinitely better, reaching over taking a piece of bacon from his plate, then another.

He watched her devour the meat which was somehow oddly sensuous in nature suddenly.

"Baby, if you wanted protein..." he offered magnanimously.

"Still eating..." she ate the bacon with a relish, "and still my shirt."

Red held his amusement, steering the conversation elsewhere... for the moment.

"What are you plans for the day, sweetheart?" Red asked buttering a fresh piece of toast.

"They finished with the last Blacklister you gave them, so I have a free day." she carefully cut into the delectable omelet the man had prepared.

"I thought you had the files from the BAU coming?" Red sat back in his seat, stretching his legs out comfortably.

"Not for a day or so." she shrugged. "They said they were prioritizing them." she waved it off. "What are you doing today?" she asked, sipping her orange juice, glancing around for his phone.

"Nothing..." he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Dembe hasn't spoken to you yet?" she was a bit shocked.

"My phone is off."

Was this his subtle way of telling her, he wanted to spend the day with her?

"Would you like to spend the day together..." he asked quietly, "alone."

She felt a smile work it's way across her face, "Whatever would we do?"

"Is there anything in particular you would like to do?" he asked. "We could hop on the jet and go to Italy or..."

"Nothing..." she interrupted happily.

"Excuse me?" Red wasn't sure he had heard correctly.

"Let's do nothing." she pushed out from her seat, settling herself across his lap. "Am I hurting you?" she looked down to his injured thigh area, making to rise.

The man's hands ran along the legs straddling him, more intent on the silky flesh than any supposed wound.

"No..." he muttered, "though I am starting to feel a slight ache in one my of my joints." his eyes held hers steadily.

Liz felt the slight beginning bulge against her mound. "That's not a joint." she corrected coyly.

"We'll discuss that in a moment. Please, continue." he was interested to know her thoughts.

"Let's lay around and snack, watch movies, read the paper..."

"I don't have the paper..." his eyes twinkled.

"...Make love?" she questioned innocently.

"Are you a nymphomaniac?" Red questioned, pulling the straddled woman closer. "Even if it's a lie, please tell me you are."

Liz's lips trembled with her open amusement. "Given the right incentive," she brushed her lips against his, "I can be."

"Promises, promises." he muttered slightly disgruntled, then continued. "While I find no reason to disagree with your day plan..." he began, "I should point out that we are running low on supplies."

"Condoms?" she questioned instantly, much to Red's amusement.

"Among other things, yes." He cupped her small bottom in his hands, squeezing the bare flesh. "But we have more than enough for right now..."

He stood, taking his giggling passenger along with him as he made his way to his chosen destination.

Readjusting his hold on the firm little bottom, Red smiled indulgently for her mood.

Elizabeth tightened her arms about his neckline, her mouth parting his hungrily. The man stopped his steps, responding fully to her ever growing demands.

They had made it only as far as the formal dining room, when all his good intentions evaporated in a haze of rapacious requirement.

Laying her into the dark wood of the shining mahogany table which was the centerpiece of the large room, Red pushed at the decorative arrangement in his way. The ships lantern with it's azure blue candle gracing the center of the glass lined object, crashed to the floor at the man's rough handling.

"Red!" Liz protested vehemently for she had loved that display.

His mouth worked diligently, his teeth nipping her breasts through the fabric of the shirt she wore. "Don't worry," he nudged insistently into her vulnerable mound, his hand holding her thigh wide, "I got it at the Pottery Barn."

Elizabeth laughed infectiously forgetting about the mess he had made in the next instant.

Red pushed his pants down, the material sliding down his well defined thighs. He freed his erection from it's confinement, instantly seeking out her wet warmth.

He fumbled for the foil packet which was housed in the pocket of his pants, which were unfortunately now, slid down to his calves.

He cursed his stupidity in every language he knew until his fingers latched onto the elusive item. He sheathed his rampant erection, simultaneously flipping the buttons on her top.

Red slid Liz easily forward, having grasped her hips, the shirt aiding his efforts.

Like a homing beacon, his cock found that succulently drenched target of hers with little assistance from himself, sinking in one long continuous stroke, until he was deep inside her amazing little body.

"We are definitely going to have to make a store run..." Red panted, thrusting tirelessly into her receptive orifice.

"God, yes!" she agreed wholeheartedly, her hands restlessly fondling her breasts, running down the taut stomach occasionally to feel his hardness as it pounded against her swollen lips. Red's coarse pubic hair felt so good scratching against the sensitive area.

The man's hand joined her smaller fingers as he kneaded the plumpness of her mounds, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching the dusky rose nub.

He continued his rhythmic assault, his eyes pure flame as he watched Liz play with her own body.

He lifted his knee to the hard surface, pushing up onto the shiny tabletop, driving deep inside the quivering little hole. His hungry mouth latched onto the luscious peak, suckling vigorously.

Liz frantically searched for an opening, his shaft blocking any avenue. She needed desperately to touch the throbbing hood of her sex.

"No fucking way." the man pushed her efforts aside. "That's my job." he stated gruffly, moving even closer, as he fixated on the area in question.

He pumped her faster and harder, flexing muscles he hadn't used in a while. He would probably regret this later, but he sure as hell was not holding any regrets at the moment.

"This is so g-good." she panted heavily. "I can't believe this is so good!"

"Like I said," he closed his eyes to the rising emotions cascading through out his mind and body, "that's my job." He lifted her perfect ass up into his thrust.

"Yes, shit..." she moaned sharply, raking her folds along Red's erection, "don't you dare stop."

Liz clenched hard around the driving shaft. The man's head dropped forward as he completely lost himself in his pastime.

"Why the hell would I." he was dumbfounded. Stopping was the furthest thing from his mind.

"H-Harder..." she demanded vehemently.

Red stared down at the woman, his eyes taking in the visual beauty. He felt his own orgasm nearing having suddenly reached the point of no return.

Holding her legs wider for him, Liz lost all inhibitions, giving herself over completely to the overpowering sensations driving her body.

"Oh...oh..." she panted shakily, "oh God..." She arched off the table, her entire frame trembling from head to toe.

The raw unfettered sounds of her cries of release, drove the man crazy.

"Shit..." Red hissed his lost equilibrium, the show she performed for him captivating him as nothing before.

"Damn..." he groaned brokenly, pummeling into the bruised, volcanic depths until his entire body tensed in preparation for what was to come.

"Elizabeth..." he whispered hoarsely, feeling the first hot release of cum coat the crown of his shaft. He answered in kind, an animalistic grunt escaping his throat.

He rode the ebbing waves, as the lovely crest faded into oblivion.

Locking his arms on the solid wood of the table, he panted harshly above her. Lowering himself, he kissed her lovingly as they slowly came down from the passionate high to which they had ascended.

Red lay against her, snuggling the woman close. He took a moment, allowing his body to adapt to his present surroundings. He gently kissed her, feeling her body go lax, then shiver with contentment.

She settled back against the cool surface, her legs easing apart slightly.

He quickly grasped the woman's hip, stilling her... but it was too late. "Son of a bitch!" he grumbled.

Lizzy pealed with laughter as he slid free of his entanglement. She helpfully opened her legs wider as he slid his fingers in deep searching for yet another lost condom.

"You know, if it just keeps slipping off," she stated the obvious, grimacing slightly for the discomfort, "why keep wearing one?"

Red raised dark eyes, looking up from between her legs. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that." he muttered moodily. He searched aimlessly for a good disposal spot for the used prophylactic.

"Why?" she asked quietly, unable to take her eyes off the man's handsome face. He had hastily replaced his pajama bottoms, so that area of scenery was now off limits. But the woman never tired of looking at the myriad of emotions which could play across his features at any given moment.

"Because if I don't," he threw her an impassioned glance, "we're not leaving this fucking house... ever."

Red leaned into her, capturing her lips in a warm embrace, in the next second, playfully slapping her bare bottom as she slid from the table. "Go take a quick shower."

She took a step only to feel Red's hand grasp her wrist, pulling her back, flush with his frame. Her bared breasts pressed intimately into his chest.

Red gripped the back of the loose shirt, pulling it free from her body, leaving her gloriously naked.

Stepping back, he openly swept her womanly curves in the soft light of day, a smile working it's way across his face.

"You are beautiful," he stated, his eyes raking her body possessively, "so amazingly beautiful."

The woman's flesh flushed under his scrutiny, before her brow arched, a thought occurring to her. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, lifting the plump mounds, unabashedly presenting them for his viewing pleasure.

"You took my shirt." she lightly accused.

"I most certainly did." he cocked his head, his gaze totally approving of her nudity.

The woman gave the matter up for loss, turning to flounce cheekily away.

Red watched that beautiful ass swish saucily past, chastising his wayward cock for reacting.

Eventually he followed to the bedroom, the sound of the shower kicking on, alerting him to her location.

He stood very still for a moment, indecision wracking his mind.

He had just made love with her. Why then, was he wanting to go into that bathroom and have another bout with her? Was he pushing too hard?

Red determined to allow the woman a moment's privacy. He would set out his clothes for the day, wait patiently to use the shower and try very hard to ignore the fact that Liz evidently now felt very comfortable in her own skin.

He was a mature male well accustomed to the female form and all it's infinite beauty. One hot little number running around naked in front of him was just one more challenge he would overcome.

"You know Red," that sweet little voice raised over the hiss of the shower spray, "I think there's something wrong with this shower head... could you come and take a look?" she asked innocently as she continued soaping her breasts.

Red's head jerked around, his senses reeling. "Well, I'll be damned..." he whispered his awe.
He stepped towards the shower, then hesitated, grabbing a condom off the counter, just in case...

The billowy steam felt good on his now naked form, the only sheath of clothing he wore, now laying discarded on the floor behind him.

The spray hit his front as he stepped further into the large walk-in cubicle. His eyes watched the suds skirt down the plains of the woman's back. He felt himself harden in response.

He looked down in shock at his stirring cock, slowly but surely raising to the demands of it's owner.

"I'm too old for this shit..." he muttered his belief.

He stepped in behind Lizzy, letting her feel what he had to offer.

She giggled appreciatively stepping back to rub enticingly against the large shaft.

"Apparently not..." she turned, her arms lifting about his neckline. The blue eyes watched him in open anticipation.

Red glanced down to where their bodies melded. "What's this about the shower head?" he played his part expertly. "You know, if you set it on 'pulsate', you might just get the desired effect."

She pouted up at him. "Could you show me how that works?"

He took the wand from her unresisting fingers, sighing heavily. "Neophyte..." he disdained, pushing her gently up against the heated wall. "Assume the position." He used his best Command Voice.

She brightened considerably. "Oh, I know how to do that."

Red held his amusement, dialing the wand to the appropriate setting.