Focal Point

by Daniel Davies

(Lizzington) A dangerous serial killer targets Elizabeth Keen as the newest Blacklister hits too close to home for Red Reddington. She must rely on the one person her instincts tell her she can trust. Liz finds herself inexplicably drawn closer to the only man capable of protecting her from this insidious new threat. (Mature Content)

99. Honesty is the Best Policy

AUTHOR NOTES: Red and Liz have never been so frustrating!

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June 1

Red had reluctantly left his musings and the pleasant atmosphere of quiet solitude his walk had afforded him.

The man was only allowed short personal intervals these days.

The business empire he headed demanded much of his time and energies.

In the past, he had liked to keep busy. But Lizzy was a large part of his life now and finding time for that relationship was rapidly becoming a priority.

Red entered the side door of the kitchen. He was pleasantly surprised to find the woman sitting on one of the stools situated around the large island in the center of the area.

Nora held up the freshly brewed pot of coffee. The new state-of-the-art brew master system he had ordered the Chef seemed to constantly be put to work on the premises these days due to the varying shifts of the residents.

Much of the kitchen had changed since they took residence. Gone were the normal sized household appliances, replaced by industrial sized equipment.

Due to the influx of people who worked and lived on the property, it had been a necessity not only for storage purposes, but for Nora's sanity.

The woman had looked at him with profound relief when the new dishwashers, double ovens and so on were set in place.

Little did she know, this had only been a start. When they left for Mark's, the entire kitchen was to be overhauled and outfitted with a Chef's Kitchen that Nora deserved.

"Thank you, yes." he smiled his 'hello' and gratitude, nodding that he would love some of the hearty brew she had prepared.

Nora obediently poured a steaming cup. Red had learned long ago, it truly was the simple things in life which provided true happiness.

He savored the first sip, closing his eyes to the aromatic taste, "Nora... you are a Goddess in your own right."

"You may call me Goddess Caffeina, you sweet talker you." Nora let him know in no uncertain terms she had heard it all before and it now fell on deaf ears.

He grinned for the fact, turning his attention to the other occupant of the room.

Why don't you say sweet things like that to me?" Liz asked, sighing lightly for her lot in life.

"You hand me an elixir which tastes like this..." Red hefted his cup, crossing to gently caress Liz's forehead with a chaste kiss, "and I will."

"I got your elixir..." Liz muttered under her breath.

Red's brow arched, his eyes lowering to the woman's lap, "I know you do, baby." the man rumbled intimately.

He only wished he had been given the opportunity to drink down her brand of stimulant earlier.

"The way to a man's heart," Nora stated emphatically, "is through his stomach."

"Or the vicinity there of." Red retorted sotto voce for the younger woman's ear alone.

Nora did not let on that she had heard the off-colored remark but smiled gently for Elizabeth's slight blush.

"You guys going to take a few days off now?" Liz forced a brightness to cover the embarrassment the man's brazen statement had caused. "Wouldn't kill you, you know."

"Has Francis been complaining?" Red leaned against the counter top instead of sitting and Liz instantly knew he was just passing through on his way to a more pressing engagement.

Her spirits sank, "Whining is more like it." she mused. "But Nora is babying him. He's milking it for all he can, of course."

"That boy really needs a girlfriend." was Red's considered opinion.

"Technically, he has Lia." Liz reminded.

"An 'in-house' girlfriend." Red pushed away from the counter top sitting his coffee aside, "Where is he?"

"In the dining room." Liz thought the answer should be obvious. "Where else?"

Liz exchanged resigned glances with Nora. They had been discussing the hope that 'business as usual' would be suspended for a while after all the commotion and uproar but it looked like that prospect had 'flown out the proverbial window'.

Francis was happily downing bacon and eggs upon Red's entrance but he put the plate aside upon recognition of the new arrival.

Francis stood, his expression a serious one, "So where do we stand?" he was not one for formalities. "With Lizzy not in the room, I mean."

Red appreciated the candor, "While I intensely dislike how you made your point," he shot the kid a warning glare, "I can not dispute the results."

"What the hell was in your head?" Francis disgusted.

"I am damaged goods, Francis." Red had long since accepted. "To say I have issues is an understatement."

"I'll say," it was agreed. Francis resumed his seat, pulling his plate back.

"It isn't easy for me to extend my trust."

"You don't say." Francis appeared surprised.

Silas pushed his frame through the side door just at that moment, catching the last of the conversation, "Who don't we trust now?"

He continued into the room, his expression a benign one as he waited patiently on both or either man to answer his inquiry.

"Is it Dembe because I know for certain," he continued straight faced, "he was the one who took that little bottle of '82 Chateau Haut-Brion you so cherished."

"You took the wine." Red corrected, finding a seat at the head of the table.

"I didn't take it per se." Silas wanted the misconception cleared up. "It is under my sterling care until an auspicious occasion arises at which time, it will be brought out, in all its glory for a celebratory christening by one and all."

"You chugged it to wash down a chili dog." Red reminded distastefully.

Silas looked off, scanning his memory until happening upon the incident in question, "It did have a nice finish." Silas remembered, enjoying Red's pained grimace.

"You are the reason I hid the '78 Chateau Lafite Rothschild." Red sighed his discontent. "So you will not get soused one night and drink it along with the rest of your three or four six-packs of inferior vintages." he chided. "Have you heard from our other errant wine connoisseur?"

"I am a connoisseur. Coors is the best out there." Silas took umbrage.

"Dembe checked in about an hour ago," Francis answered the real enquiry between mouthfuls of succulent eggs, "everything is smooth sailing so far. He said he might take a few days downtime if he wasn't needed here after the transactions have been completed."

"What?" Red had noted Silas' dark scowl.

"Oh, nothing," the large man shrugged massive shoulders but at Red's look, "... I was going to ask for a few days as well. But if Dembe–"

"What's Vadik down now?" Red wanted to know.

"You should just let me cap that guy, Silas." Francis was of the considered opinion. "Save you some grief."

Silas was moot on the matter, "I don't feel right going if Dembe isn't going to be here."

"We will manage." Red understood about 'obligations'. "Do you need assistance?"

"I'll go." Francis was eager.

Silas sighed, "And have a stray shot accidentally take Vadik out? No thanks." the man had lifted a stern brow. "If anyone is going to take the little asshole out, it will be me."

"Yeah, when pigs fly." Francis stated his belief.

Francis glanced askew at Red. He had hoped to have more time to iron out details of the situation between them.

"So... you guys were talking about Francis laying a kiss on Liz."

Both men allowed their startlement.

"How the hell do you know anything about that?" Francis had kept mum and he was certain Red would not have said a thing.

"Did you use your tongue?" Silas was understandably interested.

Red sighed audibly, "Both you assholes know I am twice Lizzy's age," he snapped, "wouldn't that conceivably give a moments doubt in either of your feeble minds if the situation was reversed?"

"I can't imagine being that old." Francis couldn't.

"I can't imagine having that much doubt ... well, about anything concerning me." Silas was just as truthful.

Red let it go, "Suffice to say, I know if something happens to me, you will take care of Lizzy, Francis and that gives me peace of mind."

"Are you implying I'm the inferior choice to the... boy." Silas was affronted, sitting at an empty seat at the table.

"I'd sooner leave her to the mercies of a lion pit." Red laughed at the absurdity.

"You're too old." Francis waved a dismissive hand ignoring Red's look of incredulous disbelief for such a callous remark. "Rest assured, Red. Nothing will ever happen between me and Lizzy... until, I don't know... you die." he shared a wry grin with Silas.

"Unless you appreciate a challenge, don't hold your breath waiting for that to happen." Red dismissed the notion. "Other than that, remember, I can still haunt you in death."

Francis' smile slipped a tad, "Yeah but, you won't have corporeal form and can't hurt me." he took hope.

Red stared at him, his eyes expressionless, "Never underestimate my reach, Francis." he stated in a droll tone.

Francis sat straighter, running his finger along his fork, "I don't believe in that shit."

"Yes, you do." Red goaded the boy.

Francis swallowed hard, given pause for thought.

"I have come bearing good tidings." Liz brushed through the connecting doors of the kitchen, plate in one hand, coffee pot in another.

She sat the food before Francis much to Red's chagrin, "From the love of your life, which I believe today, is Nora?" she checked.

Francis seemed stumped for an answer.

"Silas," Liz beamed her guard a smile, filling his cup gingerly, "are you hungry?"

"What the hell?" Red spread his hand expressively.

"Yours is ready." she chuckled having hoped just for that reaction.

"I should hope so." he settled a little.

"Are you resting your poor little leg, Francis." Liz nudged the bandaged area purposely.

"Oww!" the man raised an uproar. "You have an evil streak woman!"

Liz smiled happily at nothing in particular, enjoying Silas' throaty chuckle for her antics.

"Nora wanted me to check on you," Liz pulled a 'poor thing' face, "I checked on you."

"Can't you do something about her?" Francis rubbed his leg soothingly, "That was just cold, man!"

Red unfolded his newspaper, "Lizzy, please don't be so cold to Francis." he dutifully responded.

"Uh huh," she replied sweetly, "Francis, do you want more tea?"

"Why, is it Red's special blend?" the man snapped his pique.

Liz smiled prettily, "I'll bring you a glass," she rounded the table, leaning to kiss the older man's mouth fleetingly, "and I will bring you breakfast," she stared at him, "because I love you."

Red did not miss Silas' pointed lift of his brows at the woman's casual proclamation just as she kissed him once again.

He felt his body stiffen, though was experienced enough to cover it artfully. He smiled back at the blissful little face, his system reeling in truth.

What the fuck had that been?

Silence was strained after Liz's departure.

Having followed Lizzy's trek, he drew his eyes back to the table and found Francis was scowling darkly at him.

Silas was sitting quietly, his eyes intent.

"What?"

"You didn't like the kiss?" Francis was trying to decide, "or the... what she said."

"What the hell are you blabbering about?" Red snipped, "And why is it any of your damned–"

"You flinched." Francis accused ready to be upset for Lizzy if need be.

"What the... I most certainly did not." Red denied vehemently.

"You did too!" Francis countered, "Maybe not flinched but... something." he lowered his hiss so his voice wouldn't carry to the kitchen as he leaned closer. "I think you suck!"

Red rolled his eyes, "I didn't flinch and I love that she expresses her emotions so freely now."

"You did!" Francis snapped his belief.

"Do you because," Silas brought his cup to his lips in a thoughtful manner, "the idiot is right. Something went down between you guys. Are you upset she..." he trailed off, knowing Red very well understood his train of thought.

Silas knew they had not expressed that emotion... love, before. As a matter of fact, he was very aware that Red longed to hear Elizabeth express such emotions to him.

So the question was... what the hell was Reddington's problem.

"You didn't say it back either!" Francis hissed.

"I didn't flinch and I'm not fucking upset." Red pulled his coffee closer, ignoring Francis. "She inadvertently touched a... tender spot." he lied, knowing as much but Red Reddington was an excellent liar.

He could sell it if he truly wanted. He had to ask himself, one, why he was lying in the first place and two, why he felt he had to sell it.

"I did fall on my face yesterday, you know."

Francis narrowed his eyes at the man, before hesitantly picking up his fork unsure he believed his friend.

Silas did not believe him, but the matter was dropped for the time being, Red was grateful.

He needed time to analyze this issue himself.

"Well you just better corral your woman, is all I'm saying because," Francis returned to his food with but one begrudging remark, "to kick a guy while he's down is just not a cool thing to do... I have tender spots as well, ya know."

"She didn't kick you, she nudged you." Silas pointed out, adding more cream to his coffee.

"Same difference." Francis snapped. "It hurt really bad."

"Nice grammar." Silas mentioned in passing. "And I have the urge to kill you, so be grateful she got to it first."

"Well, it did hurt." the young man pouted.

Red sat his paper aside, as Lizzy brought in his breakfast. She smiled impishly at the man before heading back in to talk to Nora about the evening's meal.

"Are you going to eat that bacon?" the kid asked politely having perused Red's plate.

"Yes, Francis." Red sniped. "I had planned to."

Francis reached for the jam, "You're an old grouch today."

"Getting shot in the head doesn't agree with me."

Silas hid his grin behind his coffee cup.

Francis spread the grape jam thoughtfully on his toast, "Well, I was shot too and I'm in an excellent mood, that's all I'm saying."

Red and Silas exchanged bemused glances.

"...So," Silas moved on, "what's on the agenda for today?"

"You tell me." Red was curious as to the other man's decision.

"No, I'll stay until Dembe gets here. I'll tell my people to handle Vadik's situation and hope all turns out well."

"You can leave, Silas." Red's tone had altered. "Anya would want you to–"

"I think I'll take Liz's advice," the large man sat back, his mood a contemplative one, "maybe it will scare Vadik into another direction if nothing else."

"Something has to change with that guy," Francis stated gloomily, "he's a royal pain in the ass."

Silas shrugged, "I'll tell him it's a 'no go' this time. He doesn't have to know that my men are there."

Red nodded minutely, "What ever you decide but the option is always open, you know that."

"Yeah." Silas leaned forward, a serious expression on his face. "You gonna eat that bacon?"

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And hour later found the men busy on the phones. Red had two conference calls going at once.

Liz eased into the large office, finding a seat in an out-of-the-way place.

She enjoyed observing the process.

Red's personality changed considerably in these moments.

He was brusque, no-nonsense and clipped in his speech patterns.

She got to see another side to the man. He never sat still, his stride slow and confident as he issued orders, made hard decisions or threatened consequences were his demands questioned or hesitated over.

There was an essence of power emanating from his person that Liz found exhilarating.

Francis too, seemed entirely different. A dark scowl was often on the handsome face, the boyish grin never displayed, even his tone would alter.

Francis was light and breezy and fun.

The Francis she witnessed in the room today and oft time, in past negotiations, was none of the above.

But the second their eyes would catch, the guy would do something to let her know, Francis was still in there somewhere.

The last time, he had snapped an ultimatum to the man on the other end of the line but with Lizzy, he had crossed his eyes, stuck his tongue out to the side, imitating the gesture of someone being hanged.

Lizzy had giggled appreciatively. She smiled her happiness when Red shook his head at the byplay, continuing with his own part of the business with a sharp tone as though nothing untoward was happening on his end of the line.

Taking possession of Cheung's business dealings and supply system would run smoothly or it would not.

Both men understood that acquiring new acquisitions was a studied process. Problems must be handled expediently, dissension even more so.

Both men were well versed in the intricacies of the world they inhabited.

Red hung up the phone waiting patiently for Francis to finish his own conversation.

"That about does it except for–" Red glanced at Lizzy who sat wide-eyed and eager, hanging on his every word.

"The women." Francis sat back, easing his leg into a less cramped position. He massaged the area, grimacing.

"What women?" Liz asked either man.

"Cheung dealt with human trafficking." Liz was reminded.

Francis popped some pain pills, grabbing his water bottle from a nearby desk, "We are in the process of shutting the sites down but, there are other issues that go along with the problem."

Liz turned to a more talkative recipient, "Like what?" she was curious, "Are you going to get the authorities involved?"

"That would be a cluster fuck." Red knew from experience. "We tried that early on."

"We have better programs." Francis showed his disdain for the regular government methods.

"They will be given access to counseling." Red had set up agencies long ago. "Money to start a new life and a chance to pursue a vocation if they so desire."

"...You do all that for those poor women?"

"Someone should, don't you think?" Red lifted brows, "After what they have been subjected to?"

Liz beamed her pride.

"Most of them just need down time for a while," Francis understood the concept, "the money we offer has no strings. It's just there for their use."

"They've been told what to do for so long, that option is one they can make of their own free will." Red finished. "But it's not an easy road to recovery as you can imagine."

In reality, Liz didn't think she could imagine, truth told. How could they ever recover from such atrocities?

Red rubbed his eyes absently, an ache was building in his temples.

Speaking of recovery.

"You guys should take a break now." she suggested. "You were shot in the head." she narrowed her eyes, ready for an argument, "You have new flesh wounds." she smirked as Francis balked at the term... loudly.

"Lizzy..."

"Boys, the world can survive without you for a couple hours."

She had seen Red cupping his forehead and Francis rubbing his leg an hour ago, now, both men looked ragged.

Francis sighed, his shoulders slumping dejectedly, "Red, I am going to bail on you... just for a little while." the young man looked beat. "Can't believe how wiped I feel, what the hell?" he spread his hands helplessly, "But I'm making wrong decisions, I think I was too namby-pamby on that last negotiation. Did you catch any of it?" he was concerned.

"It went well." Red disagreed. "You go, get some rest."

"It's a toss up." Francis retorted. "Which one of us is the most ashen." he indicated Red's own complexion.

Red chuckled, "We are fashionably Goth."

Liz arose, sighing mentally, "Well, I don't believe it. Two men actually acting sensibly for once."

She had expected more fight from the two.

"Yeah, as soon as I get some nourishment inside me, I'm going down for the count." Francis hobbled his way toward the kitchen. "For a couple hours anyway."

"You just ate!" Liz was flabbergasted.

"Don't judge me!" Francis called back over his shoulder.

Liz turned questioning eyes Red's way.

"Threatening people makes him hungry." Red smiled.

The silence came but it was a comfortable one, at least for Elizabeth.

"Are you okay?" she had noticed the man's quietness however. "Are you thinking about those women?"

He shook his head, "Just a slight headache coming on." he smiled absently, his real interest for what had occurred between them earlier however foremost in his mind, "Do you have a moment?"

The man was not one to procrastinate. He dreaded the upcoming confrontation but...

"Maybe we could meet in a few minutes, in the master?" he had a few things to tie up, holding his phone aloft, "This shouldn't take much longer."

"Red, is there something wrong?" she sensed a problem now, but he allayed her fears.

"Not wrong, no," he was quick to reassure, "just something I want to talk over with you."

"Oh." that didn't sound bad at all. Was he wanting her opinion on something? "Then I'll see you back there in about twenty minutes?"

"Perfect." Red was left to his own devices for a spell as he pondered the new development which had sprung up unexpectedly.

---

Liz was ensconced in the large chair, file in hand when he entered. She had a cup of tea sitting beside her. She sat the file aside, smiling brightly for him.

"Work all done?"

He sat across from her, making himself comfortable on the long bench at the end of the bed.

"All finished for the day." he was relieved matters had worked out in that area at least.

She scooted closer, laying her forearms on her knees, "So what do we have to discuss that has you so out-of-sorts?"

"Am I?" he asked, "Out-of-sorts?"

The woman remained serious, "Something is bother you, right?"

Red had to agree on that point. He needed to test the hypothesis he had arrived at upon, considering what had happened earlier today.

The man lifted his hand, which Elizabeth took, allowing herself to be manipulated as Red situated her by his side.

He cocked his head, smiling gently, his hand moving, thumb running down the side of her hair as he place a stray strand back into place.

Liz loved his touch, reacting to it, closing her eyes as the man made his move.

Red was experienced both as a lover and as a man. Liz got the benefit of that expertise and she was not exactly unhappy about the fact.

Her smaller hand rested on Red's chest. She cuddled close welcoming the feel of his mouth capturing her lips.

The warm hollow of his mouth drew her senses into its inviting depths. She found herself lifting her arms automatically, wanting to be closer.

Red smelled so good, always. She especially liked his scent after a shower. He would splash aftershave but his natural smell was very evocative in itself. It screamed male... power... sensuality.

The feel of his arms around her created an aura of security and strength she cherished. But there was a more persuasive emotion invading her senses at the moment.

Unfortunately, Red broke that moment much to Liz's dismay and shock, "W-What?"

The blue eyes stared at the man, totally upset.

Red hadn't felt it... the odd sensation of before. Lizzy's lips had tasted sweet and warm and intoxicating, as always.

"What was that?" the woman took exception.

Red chuckled, caressing her lips lovingly, "I've been thinking for the last few hours and there is something I should share with you."

"I thought we were about to 'share'... you know," Liz was pretty sure the moment was going in the right direction, at least, "what's with you pulling back on me?"

She chuckled as well after a fashion, feeling more comfortable with the man's expression saying, 'not a chance, baby'.

"I didn't pull back," he corrected, "I was experimenting."

"I'm all for experimentation, Mr. Reddington." she curved her body closer still, her tone suggestively seductive.

The full sensual mouth teased his with light, evasive pressure.

The now familiar jolt traversed the man's frame and once again, he broke the contact.

Elizabeth had felt the disconnect this time however, and was up and off the support in seconds, severing all avenues of contact as quickly as possible.

"Did I do something wrong?" she gaped, stunned at the man. "Are you upset about...earlier?"

Red had the grace to be bothered, "It's not what you think." he lifted pacifying hands. "Let me explain–"

"Yeah well, you better explain." she was suddenly livid. "What the hell was that, Red? What?" she felt a flush of embarrassment. Questioning her earlier actions, questioning herself suddenly...

Did he not like how she kissed? Had she come on too strong earlier? What was going on?

"You said we could discuss difficulties that arose," he reminded hastily, "you said you were in agreement with taking that action."

Liz tried to calm herself, "You can't stand for me to kiss you? I think that's a little more than–"

"It has nothing to do with... that." he sighed heavily, "Hear me out." he lifted scolding eyes.

Liz swallowed hard, the threat of tears on the horizon. She glanced about aimlessly, her world teetering on the verge of collapse but at length, she sat in the chair, having no recourse but to ride the turbulent storm out.

Red studied her face, his eyes softening, "Let me preface this by stating, it has nothing to do with you or anything you have done or not done."

Liz lifted troubled eyes.

"I told Francis earlier," the man heaved a heavy sigh, "I have... issues, baby. Deep, dark places inside me that haven't seen the light of day in decades... longer." which was an understatement he knew.

"You give that side of me light and truthfully," he sought her out, "more and more of late, its like a port in the storm that keeps me afloat most days."

Liz sat, hugging her body tightly, his words giving her hope.

"I told myself after Carla I would never allow a connection that strong to develop with a woman again." he shook his head. "... It hurt, she hurt me, Elizabeth. I didn't believe I could feel that lousy but... it... it was bad for a time."

He disliked sharing that part of himself but to make this work, he had to be brutally honest with himself and this woman sitting so gravelly still before him.

"When I decided," he hesitated. Was it too much too soon? "After you left Tom, the dynamics of our relationship for lack of a better term changed... at least, for me." he wanted to reach out physically, but sensed this was not the time, not yet.

"Elizabeth?" he mused, taking his time, working out what and how to share his emotions.

The woman waited on pins and needles, hanging on the man's every utterance.

"It's been said, and I agree with the assessment, that," he stared at the hardwood floor raptly, his hands twisting slowly together, "I can be very calculating... very single minded about something I want. I think that is a true statement."

He lifted honest eyes, "I decided I wanted you," he was quick to reassess, "to experience you. I held no illusions it could ever be more." he smiled wistfully for the fact, "And I felt fucking less a man for that decision back then."

He shifted his weight, the thought troubling him. "It didn't stop me from perusing you in every capacity granted me. I wanted you sexually. I had to come to terms with that weakness. But once I did," he shrugged, "nothing else mattered.

"You–" she was so fearful of where this was going, "you consider that a weakness."

"A very nice one for me, not so much for you." he conceded, "I put my needs above yours but with full intention that, when the time came," he allotted, "I would step back and allow you to leave whenever you said it was over and done."

"What are you talking about?" she stood, too anxious to remain seated. She jerked from his attempt to capture her hand.

"I thought, once you had... shared my bed, sooner or later, the interest would fade," he stated earnestly, "a young woman as vital and–"

"I'm so sick of this!" she snapped.

"Allow me to finish." he arose as well, his tone altering.

Elizabeth bit her lip to keep the trembling to a minimum. The blue eyes ripped the man's heart from his body.

"Don't look at me like that, baby." he closed his eyes to her anguish, "This is killing me–"

"Good!" she turned away, swiping at the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Red lifted his hands only to lower them, "I need to touch you so fucking badly."

She moved further away.

"When you stayed, when we grew closer, I was in Seventh Heaven." he continued. "I simply could not believe you found some kind of merit in me but over the days you convinced me of your sincerity." he cut to the chase, not certain how much more she would stand.

"One of those dark places lit with such luminosity, it warmed my soul, Elizabeth." he beseeched, "For a man like me... do you have any idea what that means?"

There were a myriad of things she didn't understand, the foremost being his statement concerning, 'a man like him'.

"I know the depth of my own emotions, I've been attempting to tell you." he emphasized, "What I don't know for certain, is the depth of yours and I don't think you do either. When you said you loved me–"

He was becoming frustrated with is inability to reach the woman.

Elizabeth was floundering. She thought all this had been cleared up.

"Earlier today," he brought the topic full circle, "when you said, I love you, something dawned on me." his brow furrowed darkly, "you said it so off-handedly, so causally... as if it didn't really hold any true meaning for you–"

"What?" had she made him believe such a foolish thing? "No, I just... I know the guys were there. I didn't want to embarrass you," she tried to explain her reasoning, "but I felt so happy... so..." she struggled with the words, "everything was so good again. I wanted to share that feeling with you. The world really, I guess."

Had she been naïve, "Was it too... aggressive. Should I have–"

"No, it occurred to me that we haven't really said it except..." he shifted to another foot, his hands expressively 'speaking' along with the words, "when we are being intimate."

"That's not true... is it?" she searched her memory. "And so what if it is?"

Red hesitated, pondering the legitimate question. They could share their love physically. But there should be more to their relationship than that, right?

Trying to make sense of his jumbled thoughts, he shook his head, grimacing as a sharp pain tore through his skull.

Right... priorities were making themselves known.

He had receive a good blow to the head. He smirked inwardly at the unintentional pun before sobering.

He needed to focus, get his thought back on track or he risked losing Lizzy.

"Because I feel the emotions at the other times," he motioned with his entire body, "my point being, we haven't... explored that avenue. My question is, I guess is," how to state it articulately, "a lot of yesterday is jumbled for me, fragmented."

He had sought to recover bits and pieces all to no avail because it was like a large puzzle missing key pieces.

"The moment you said, I love you, is crystal clear," his eyes held hers steadily, "but what did the words mean to you, truly. I won't be hurt or offended if–"

"Stop." she snapped. "It meant, I love you." Liz expelled her growing anxiety. "That I want to be with you... that I love what we have and that I want to explore the possibilities open to us."

"Of course," he agreed, "that's what I though you meant." he tried to hide his disappointment.

"What is wrong with all that?" she expounded fretfully.

"Nothing." he soothed expertly.

"You said we would be honest with each other!" she sensed he was holding back crucial information.

"Perhaps we have had enough honesty for one day." he mused wearily, sensing some things himself. "I handled this badly. " he rubbed his forehead, the ache suddenly excruciating.

"Don't do this." the woman grasped his forearms, plaintively beseeching the man.

"Baby, I'm not trying to hurt or upset you," he cupped her face lovingly, "just the opposite."

"Then talk to me!" she insisted. "I know it's hard for you to share yourself. I know you're a private man."

"Not with you, never with you." his lips brushed her forehead, his voice a husky whisper, "it's okay, everything is..." he enfolded her in his arms, "good, we're good."

She shook her head unable to articulate her fears, just clinging tightly to the man for support and guidance as to what the hell was going on.

"I can wait," he knew he could, "until it's right for you too. Until..." he cupped her head gently, closing his eyes to the feel of her in his arms.

Until the words meant as much to her as they did to him.

"How can I make you understand?" she pulled back enough to see his features. "Red, if something happened to you... if you weren't in my life? I don't think..." her fingers curled about his lapels.

"I don't think I could go on. I wouldn't want to. That's how much you mean to me." she was desperate for him to comprehend what she was saying. "I felt that... when you got shot, when I thought..." she refused to say it even, "is that what you mean? Is that what you are trying to say?"

"Don't talk like that." he grasp her shoulders almost roughly, "of course you will go on. I've made provisions for that day."

"You are so stupid sometimes!" the blue eyes filled with unshed tears, "You are not only missing the point." she snapped her annoyance. "But you can't make provisions for something like that. I have to be allowed to feel whatever it is I feel."

Red wasn't pleased at all, "Francis will be here to take care of you. This is off-topic." he snapped his growing disillusionment.

"Off topic?" she threw up her hands, her frustration at a boiling point, "I don't want Francis. I want you."

Red turned aside, "I can't promise that." his line of work alone and too, he was so much her senior, "and you know as much... don't do this to me."

"Do this to you?" she was beside herself, "You are the one telling me you don't want my love."

He jerked his head about his mouth agape, "My, God... is that what you've heard?"

She spread her hands out, "It's what you said!"

Red's eyes closed, his head dropping back, "I never said any such thing." he grated. "You said the words, yes... but how much emotion was behind them?" his temper flared for in his opinion she was being unreasonable.

"Those words mean everything to me... everything!" he stressed. "When you say them, I want you to feel them to the depths of your soul and right now... I don't think you do. How can you?"

Elizabeth stood, ashen faced, totally lost.

"We've been together, what... almost a month?" he calmed, "How can you possibly know what you're feeling. Everything is new and wonderful... at least on my part. I'm thinking about the long haul, are you?"

"Do you know what you are feeling?" she countered.

"I've lived more of life, so yes, I know Elizabeth."

"Don't pull that, I'm older and wiser, crap on me." the woman flared. "I know my own mind."

"You loved Tom." he reminded. "I think a part of you still does or maybe... the idea of him."

"You think wrong." she scoffed her disgust, "The great Red Reddington can be wrong, can't he? You've made a gross error in judgement."

He quieted, trying to control his temperament.

"I know there are no fairytale endings out here in the world," she continued, "I know any relationship takes hard work and due diligence. Why do you think I stuck it out with Tom? Did you think I was really content with him? I wasn't."

Red was taken aback, "...You seemed to be."

"Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not stupid." Liz begged to differ on the matter, "I could sense something was wrong. Warning bells were going off in the first few months." she confided.

"I chalked it up to marital discord... the honeymoon period had ended, real life began." she glared at the man across from her, "I didn't turn and run when I so easily could have... I didn't put my head in the sand."

Red blinked, unaware of any of what Lizzy was sharing.

"I knew there were problems but what marriage doesn't have problems?" she raged.

"You just deal with it or you bail... okay, I should have bailed but in my mind," she stepped closer, confronting the problem and the man, "what you accuse me of not being able feel... to understand," she sneered, "I felt and understood all too well!"

Her eyes hardened, her back straightening, "I was hanging in, trying to salvage something I had vowed to God to try and work out... for the long haul!"

Red was given food for thought, growing quiet.

"And who is to say what you felt won't happen this time," he questioned softly, "with me."

"With Tom, I felt nothing but frustration and smothered." she tightened her fists, the frustration apparent, "But with you, aside from you pissing me off, I feel optimistic, excited... I can breathe again."

The silence stretched into minutes. Liz was angry. She refused to be the first to speak. Childish, yes. Petty? All right, but it was what it was.

"I was hoping... for more, that's all." the man reluctantly admitted his flaws. "I was hoping... all right, it was childish of me, petty even," he realized, "I should be grateful for what you have given. And I am. Really."

Liz's head lifted, a bemused expression on her face. He felt such things?

"What do you mean you were hoping for more?" she was hoping he would elaborate. Keep talking. Communicating.

Red usually said just enough to pacify. That he was allowing her a glimpse into his private side was amazing even though it was a somewhat frightening journey in this instance.

She had no idea where this was heading or even why he had brought the subject up.

"We've come so far in such a short time." the man reseated himself. "I honestly am not fully aware how we arrived at this point in time. I am only glad we have, Elizabeth. Please don't think otherwise."

She remained moot on the matter not certain what to comment on or what not.

"I remember the early times," he did, vividly, "... you hated me."

"Hate is a strong word." Liz objected, embarrassed for her behavior before.

"But an apt one." he reminded.

She could not debate the statement, but there was a flaw in his logic.

"Red, you were giving me every reason to run away from the marriage I was fighting to maintain." she sighed. "You were giving me the perfect out. I think... I was more angry with myself for wanting to give up. Take the easy route in leaving Tom."

Red laced his fingers, tightening them painfully. If he could have only been straight forward with her, told her what he knew of Tom. But his fears, again won out. He thought, to tell her that he had hired Tom, would have meant he would have lost her.

Had he known...

"All that has changed." she stated the facts as she knew them. "That is the past, all that matters now is the future." she said, uncertainty in her tone. "Isn't it?"

"It's my fault." the man shouldered the burden, "The only time I've expressed my love is when I'm trying to get between your legs or you were between mine."

She fought the blush and won.

"I want to make it perfectly clear," he held her attention, "what I feel transcends the physical intimacy we share."

"I feel the same." she blurted.

"It is very... difficult for me to vocalize my emotions." he confided. "I've become wary of doing so, as I stated. It's easier for me to 'show' you through my actions."

She could find no fault with the statement.

"That's the easy way, for me," he reiterated, "as I said and that is not acceptable to me any longer." he was angry for his lapse in showing her proper emotional attachment. "You deserve better than that."

"You are such a complicated man." she was only beginning to realize as much.

"A guarded one." he concluded, "I have to mentally remind myself, it's okay to let down my guard with you. It's okay for the walls to drop."

Elizabeth touched his face. He instantly grasped her hand, turning his lips into the warm, dry palm for a brief kiss.

"The years have hardened me, Elizabeth. I am not... what... who I used to be." his brow furrowed darkly, "I am not happy with what I have become some days. I wish you could have know me... before."

"I like you just the way you are now."

He stared long and hard at those blue eyes. Windows to her soul...

"I wish I could be better for you." he stated quietly. "I wish there wasn't so much baggage."

Elizabeth knew the man would not be so disconcerted if he cared nothing for her.

What was Red trying to convey?

It was clear Red was truly troubled, truly upset. She was no longer certain, whatever it was... pertained to her however.

He seemed even more upset that he couldn't articulate the words to make her understand exactly what the issue was.

She took a moment to reflect on all that had been said, a thought finally coming to the fore...

"As long as you care for me," she explained her point of view, "as long as you don't shut me out..." the small fingers grasp his tightly, "we'll be okay, Red."

He nodded minutely.

"I'm glad you came to me today," she cocked her head, regaining his attention, "something was bothering you, something wasn't quite right, was it. And you shared that feeling with me." she realized what had gone down finally, "it had nothing to do with my kiss, did it."

She leaned slowly, her lips gently placed to his.

The man stood very still under her guidance, closing his eyes to the myriad of emotions cascading through his mind.

Elizabeth's lips parted, breaking the sweet kiss. She smiled gently up at the brooding man. "You didn't pull back."

"I didn't pull back before."

"No," she sighed happily, "no, you didn't. It's just that you won't stand still for bullshit... of any sort."

Her smile widened with understanding, "You had to get it out... set it right between us, didn't you."

"I wanted to make sure it was right between us." he corrected.

Elizabeth studied the enigma before her, "I don't think its ever been so right."

He downed his head then... smiled, "You think?"

She nodded slowly.

"You stood up to me." his eyes twinkled almost mischievously.

Liz considered the statement, "Wasn't I supposed to?"

"You were pissed at me."

"I certainly was." she concurred.

"Was." he needed confirmation.

She inclined her head, "... Was."

His smile came again, "Will you blow me?" he tested the waters now that things seemed to be back on an even keel, "if I tell you how very much, I love you."

She cut him a wry look, "I don't think so." she took his hand leading the man across the shining hardwood floor as she went. "What I will do, is lay here with you for a while." she indicated the neatly made bed, "and let you get some rest."

"I don't need to rest," his hands shook free instantly, cupping her hips as he stepped casually into the space between her legs.

He glanced down to where their bodies met. His look one of masculine approval. "Shall I tell you what I do need?"

"Oh gosh," she bit her lip anxiously, "I might think you only loved me for what's between my legs if you did that Mr. Reddington."

He sighed lightly, his head falling back, "I asked for that one, didn't I." he realized.

She chuckled her mirth, "You sure did." she appeared well pleased with herself. "We had a rough night and not a in a good way. I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a nap for the simple fact, I can. The question is," she lifted perfectly arched brows, "will you be joining me or do I have to go get Francis?"

Red eyes deepened, "No one sleeps with you but me."

"But Francis looked like he needed a nap," she pointed out, teasing, "you state that you are all bright eyed and bushy tailed."

"My cock isn't bushy," he pushed his growing hardness forward, "but it is... other things."

She gave him a scolding look, "Are you going to behave?"

"I doubt it." he told the truth.

"I'll be really, really nice to you later tonight if you do."

"...How nice?" the tension in his shoulders was better but truthfully, his head was spiking each time he moved it too quickly. She didn't have to know.

"Really, really... really nice."

"Blow job nice?"

"You liked that, huh?" she perked up. "Sure, I'm flexible, why not. I might even let you reciprocate."

"You'll let me." he chuckled.

"Sure, why not." she cut him a flirtatious up and under look. "You're pretty good at it when you put your mind to it but right now," she mused, "I don't think you could put your whole heart and soul into the act, am I right?"

She touched his temple lovingly.

Red closed his eyes to her touch, the cool fingers feeling so good on his skin, "Okay, but just for an hour or so..." he sensed he had done a little too much today, "don't think you'll get your way each and every time you use these methods though."

"What methods?" she asked innocently.

"Tease the cock, method." he was only too happy to supply the answer.

Liz kicked her shoes off, sliding into the bed. Red closed the shutters, blocking the sunshine and the outside world.

He rid himself of his own shoes and belt but was suddenly too tired to care about the rest of his attire.

Liz was situating the blankets, tossing his side back for his entrance.

He cuddled close, his arms about her small frame. The quiet of the room settled about them. Elizabeth yawned, sinking down into the warmth of the covers.

The air conditioner and ceiling fan hummed quietly overhead.

The last time Red had been in bed with a woman fully clothed came to mind.

Siberia, dead of winter, freezing his ass off, hoping for a rescue from a rather dire predicament.

The occasion had not been especially pleasant.

There was nothing what-so-ever to compare this moment with the other.

It felt wonderful to simply lay here, feeling Elizabeth's warmth... the gentle rise and fall of her body.

He closed his eyes, laying his head more securely into the pillow.

His head was hurting but he sensed the pain was only superficial. It was his own fault, jumping back into work too quickly.

The emotional confrontation had not helped either but he had to know where he stood with Elizabeth, so that, he did not regret.

He shut his mind off. It would hold another day.

He needed to rest. He could do that now. He could shut the world out. It was becoming easier and easier.

Red glanced down at the crown of Elizabeth's shining hair, planting an absent kiss of the fragrant waves.

Yes, it was becoming easier and easier.

Red shut his eyes, breathing in a cleansing breath.

The clock clicked forward...

He tightened his hold on Elizabeth and in minutes, the drowsiness overtook him.

He slept soundly.

---

Red opened his eyes to a silent, dusk filled room as he waited for his vision to focus.

Elizabeth lay beside him the naturally light lids closed, her breathing slow and even.

The man lay still, getting his bearings.

A lazy shaft of fading sunlight stole through the neglected slit in the picture window drapes.

He had been more tired than he thought. He checked the clock by the bed, turning his head to do so.

His headache had totally receded.

The warmth of Lizzy's body seeped into his side. His arm was asleep.

He flexed his hand and fingers but the woman's nape had cut off the supply of blood.

He grimaced, not wanting to awaken her by risking movement. He deliberated his options.

Luckily, Lizzy shifted a tad. He took the opportunity to withdraw his arm. She snuggled back into her pillow.

Red lay still, content to have her near. He was enjoying this moment of relative quiet.

A discrete knock alerted him to an intruder into that special world he and Lizzy created.

Red was up instantly, quickly extracting the weapon he kept under his pillow. He didn't expect any real danger but in his world, that was the exact time danger chose to appear.

He crossed rapidly to the door, listening carefully for any tell tale signs of anything amiss.

"Red..." Francis' whispered voice filtered through the thick portal, "are you there?"

Red opened the door instantly, his gun falling to his side.

"Didn't want to disturb you guys but we have a problem." Francis noted the weapon, proceeding undauntedly, "Michael is not answering his phone. He has missed two check-in calls."

"Red?" Liz's voice interrupted the conversation.

He glanced back holding up a couple fingers.

"Just a minute, baby, everything is fine." he returned his attention where it needed to be. "I'll be out in a moment, can you get Bret on the line for me?"

Francis was doddering away in the next instance.

Red closed the door crossing to flick a bedside lamp on.

Liz sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes even though the light was not especially bright.

"Who's Michael?" she stifled a yawn, seeking the man out.

"A colleague." Red watched her struggle into awareness, "I like your hair like that." he did. All mussed and unruly and lush.

"Is this colleague a good guy or a bad one?" she slid out of the bed, searching for her shoes.

"A good one." Red smiled, heading for the bathroom. He needed to slap some water on his face, brush his teeth, take a leak, "he's fallen off the grid which is not normal. We have to locate him."

"Can the Bureau help?"

Red set the temperature on the tap, "We have our own network. It's faster. We'll locate him."

She came up behind the man, preparing her own toothbrush, "Can I help?"

He rinsed his mouth which curved into a smile. "You already have." he dabbed his mouth with a clean cloth, "you just gave me the best afternoon nap I've had in years." he leaned kissing the back of her ear in open affection, "My headache is gone and I feel like my old self again."

She brushed vigorously, "I knew you had a headache."

He chuckled, "Past tense."

He checked himself in the mirror. Pulling his wrinkled shirt off overhead, he walked into the closet, coming out moments later with a shirt and vest on, but his collar open.

"I have to commandeer the office for a while."

She nodded, "I know." she watched his retreat in the mirror, "I'll bring food and coffee."

He turned, sending her a grateful nod, "Sounds good."

He stopped in his tracks, retreating in his steps back towards the woman. She turned a confused expression up his way.

"I love you..." he murmured.

A flush rushed her face, a smile playing about her lips, "...I love you too."

Inclining his head, Red kissed her forehead, retreating from the bathroom, leaving a serenely smiling Elizabeth Keen in his absence.

---

A half hour later, she was passing around trays laden with sandwiches, fruit and various desserts Nora had prepared on the spur.

She listened to Red practice his magic.

His tone was light and airy but even she sensed the calculated lightness hid a darker, more menacing undercurrent.

"You are telling me things I already know, Bret." he was pacing slowly back and forth, wandering aimlessly about the large space of the room. He occasionally pinged a pencil on a nearby surface. "I don't pay you the ridiculous amount I do for you to tell me things of which I am already aware."

Francis cringed for the guy on the other end of the line.

"I think what I pay Silas is ridiculous as well." Red replied to the unheard retort, sighing his annoyance.

She noted the older man was once again showing signs of tension. It must be terribly frustrating for a man like Red to have to delegate a problem.

He was a doer, an achiever. He got things done. He was also a bit of a control freak, she knew.

"He's been off the grid for forty-eight hours." Red's clipped words marched on. His fingers kneaded his nape absently. "That's an awful long time, Bret. Remember your little sojourn to Cartagena last year?"

Francis nodded knowingly, "We had to pulls his ass out of the fire."

Liz got the drift.

Red cricked his neck right and left, shifting the muscles tautly, "I want Michael extracted. I don't care what it takes." his tone altered slightly.

He sat heavily in his office chair, the pencil between his finger beating a restless rhythm on the leather pad covering the rich mahogany wood.

"I can't believe I was not informed of this problem two days ago." he was getting upset, clearly, so he visibly calmed his reaction knowing anger solved no problems.

Liz came up behind the man sitting a fresh cup of coffee before him on the desk.

He smiled absently at her, "The only casualties I care about would be for our side, Bret." the pleasant tone had returned.

Liz sighed, placing her hand on his shoulders, her fingers automatically massaging the tight bundle of muscles found there.

Red closed his eyes letting out a hasty gasp of gratitude. He dropped his head forward encouraging her touch.

He sat quietly, enjoying the exquisite moment to the fullest, "Francis will relay that information as it becomes available," he murmured, "have your people ready and mobile when it arrives... do your damned job, Bret." it was more aggravation than real anger now, Liz surmised.

She pushed hard on a bunched up knot of nerves she felt in his lower back.

Red arched, grunting shortly.

"Get Michael to safety... call when you have him secured." Red snapped his phone shut. He dropped his head further, sighing, "...I know, baby."

Liz couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. He had pushed himself and was waiting for his scolding.

She returned her efforts to the man's shoulders so he could lean back and relax, "I expect a handsome gratuity for my services." she mentioned in passing.

"We'll take it out in trade." Red quipped.

"Too much information!" Francis grimaced accordingly, "Here I've sent this on." he indicated as Red perused the readout.

"Is this that wanna-be group down in Cape Town."

"Yeah, but this time, they chose the wrong British tourist to mess with." Francis stated, "I can't wait to give Michael the what-for, for allowing his guard to drop so far."

"I'll lay you three to one there was liquor involved." Red philosophized.

"When will men learn?" Francis disdained. "Women, liquor, drugs and rock and roll."

"I don't know Francis," Red shifted a sagely wise glance, "when will you?"

"Me?" the guy was taken aback, innocence in itself.

"Istanbul, last summer," Red ticked off his fingers, "Paris, last year, Morocco, the year before that."

"Oh, now you're keeping track?" the kid was annoyed, "How typical."

Red moved Liz's hands to the opposite side of his neck, "Just there, baby..." he crooked his head accordingly, "damn, that feels good."

"You get a massage," Francis whined, "what about me? I was hurt just as much as you were."

Elizabeth tsked sympathetically, "Poor baby."

"You don't really mean that." Francis wasn't fooled, going back to his sulking.

"No, I don't." Liz confirmed, "Does that feel okay, darling." she soothed Red's temples gently.

"Does that feel okay, darling." Francis mimicked sarcastically. "Nora is the only one that gives a crap about me..." the young man arose moodily, "I'm hungry. I need nourishment."

"Wait a minute," Red grumbled for his respite having been interrupted, "What's the prognosis on Michael. Can we extract him without too much danger to his well being?"

"The assholes who took him are disorganized, undisciplined, you know that." Francis grumbled right back. "They will probably leave him tied up somewhere while they go out on the town just because they're bored."

"Let's hope they follow that scenario." Red approved, "Which begs the question, how did Michael allow himself to get taken by such an inept group."

Francis settled a tad, "We'll ask him when we see him." he took the time to really examine his friend, "You look wiped, Red."

"I'm okay," Red replied automatically. No one liked a complainer after all, especially in the crowd he hung out with, "I wish these interruptions would stop for a while though, how about you?"

"That's why we get the big bucks." Francis said.

Elizabeth marveled at these guys. The acted as if they didn't have a care in the world. As if one of their own wasn't in dire straights, wasn't being extracted from some God-forsaken spot across the continent... or maybe two of three continents, for all she knew.

Both men had arisen, stacking papers, dropping pens, appearing for all the world like typical business men taking a break from a meeting.

"Thanks, baby," Red touched her face gently, "I needed that."

"Yeah well, I needed it too but I didn't get it?" Francis' irritation had returned.

Red grinned at the woman as they followed the pissed off man to the kitchen. Fresh coffee and a break sounded great along about now.

An hour later Red's ashen grey complexion had returned to a healthier pink.

Elizabeth had entertained the men with harrowing tales of her time as a teenager growing up with a ridiculously over-protective father.

"I hadn't known all the colorful details, "Red chuckled appreciatively at the amusing tale, "I'll bet Sam was furious."

"He grounded me for a month but he forgave me in time for the Junior prom." Liz remembered fondly, "Three days short of my projected release date."

"Come on, Nora, "Francis had moved on apparently, "you have to take chances in life. I'll show you the time of your life."

"You've already done that." the older woman chuckled her mirth, "Sweetheart, you've made my year just by being here. But no," she was adamant, "I will not go out on a date with you... not ever." she held up a staying hand, "Not because I don't adore you, I do."

Francis was up at headed for the woman in seconds, beaming.

"Down boy," Nora's tone squelched his enthusiasm, "I'm going to say this once and then the words will never pass my lips again." she held up a warning finger.

"I love your lips my precious." Francis chimed in, "I would kill to taste them."

"Takes on a whole new meaning when he says that, doesn't it." Red quipped sotto voce.

"What do you mean?" Liz was curious.

Red waved the inquiry aside, chuckling lowly.

"Well don't hold your breath, Junior." Nora cocked a brow, "I'm too old for such shenanigans, I'm too old for you."

Francis gasped, "That's blasphemy woman!"

"You get on the phone and connect with that cute little saucy wench you picked up out in Vegas." Nora put more food on Francis' plate. Stacks off pulled pork with barbeque sauce on the side, "Tell her you will be on the next plane out. I will even come visit to cook for you but other than that..."

"You're breaking my heart." Francis grasped his chest dramatically, "I can't survive without you. I need you in my life. Come live with me. Let me take you away from all this drudgery."

"Thanks." Red scowled disapprovingly, "Stop trying to steal my people out from under me."

"Nora, you better not leave me." Liz was appalled. "Especially for that little two timing dog." she turned stricken eyes Red's way, "Offer her more money... a 401K!"

"I'm not going anywhere," Nora stated firmly, "but that 401K sounds good." she winked at Red, "Francis stop sulking and cut your food."

"I have no appetite now." his mood dropped drastically.

Nora started to remove the dish. He grasped the rim of the place hastily, his look incredulous.

She stepped back, folding her arms chastely, "Pie for dessert. I've made your favorite."

Red drank his coffee, hiding his amusement.

"Cherry?" Francis lifted hopeful eyes.

"With homemade whip cream."

Francis felt a little better, "I'm crushed. I can't go on." he seemed positive, "Can you make me one to take home?"

"You're actually leaving?" Red put his cup down with a sharp thud.

"I can't stay here knowing this woman jilted me and to my face." he wailed.

"Do you want some dinner rolls to take home as well, honey?"

"Oh, could you my beloved?" Francis turned on the charm, "If it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble for you, sweetheart."

"Are you two sure you've come to a parting of ways?" Red was confused.

"I'll add some of those chops," Nora decided, "and some potato salad," she mused.

"And maybe that green bean casserole?" Francis lifted puppy dog eyes.

"Of course..." Nora nodded.

"I love you my precious cupcake!" Francis felt better, "speaking of cupcakes–"

"Stop!" Liz arose from her seat by the large island, "You just better stop right there you little shit!" she confronted Francis head on. "Stop taking advantage of my friend and hire your own assistant!"

"I got a promotion." Nora beamed, pouring Red more coffee, settling a slice of cherry beside the steaming cup.

"Well deserved, I'm sure." he bit into the slice, savoring the taste.

"You take your pie, chops and casserole–" Liz was on a roll.

"And potato salad!" Francis was gathering his goodies even as Liz was hastening him from the kitchen, motioning Nora to load him down with promised goodies.

"You can't carry all that," Nora tsked, "let me help you out to your car."

"Nora!" Liz wailed her dismay.

"He can't drive with that leg." the older woman noted Francis' exaggerated hobbling.

"He drove to the donut shop today." Red pointed out.

"That's because I made pancakes this morning," Nora explained, "bad call on my part there." she conceded.

Liz looked a bit sheepish, it wasn't Nora's fault she had never told her pancakes were not a favorite.

"You did make a fuss about it then." Francis pointed an accusing finger at Liz.

"Get out!" Liz yelled at the man as he took his foiled plate happily, "Go!"

"What are you so bent out of shape about?" Francis was stumped. "Can I have some extra sauce, sugar drawers?" he craned his head around Liz to inquire of a fretful Nora.

"I'll sugar drawers you!" Liz threw a wooden spoon at the man, one she had seen on a nearby crockery bowl.

"Ow!" Francis rubbed his chest absently. "What is your problem? Red can't you do something here?"

Red finished his pie, pushing the plate aside for his coffee, "No, sugar drawers, it's out of my hands. Nora?" it was his time to turn on the charm, he lifted his empty plate, "I know I shouldn't..."

Nora beamed him a smile, forgetting all about the little ruckus taking place steps away.

She hurried to refill the plate, "You seldom indulge that sweet tooth. I feel honored."

"It is I, rather..." Red objected gallantly, "who is the privileged one."

"Well, let me just puke." Francis knew a 'take-over' when he saw one, stopping in his tracks which gave Lizzy a chance to hit him again with her spoon.

"Owww!"

Lizzy drew back again, "You little thief!"

"I offered to pay her!"

Liz hit him again.

Red winced for the guy then pulled his pie closer, a serene smile touching his lips, "Life is good."

Nora was pleased with the proclamation clearly, "I'll get you some more whipped cream."

"Nora!" Francis put a chair between himself and his adversary, "I'm not hearing this. Say it ain't so!"

Liz leaned swatting his bandaged arm a good smack.

"Okay! That hurt!" he instantly cradled the wound.

Liz swiped at him yet again but he stumbled out the French doors onto the paved lanai.

Liz locked the door, sticking her tongue out, her face planted to the window pane of the door.

Red leaned, pulling his ringing phone from his pocket, answering it. Covering his ear, blocking out the two bitching across the way, he listened to the other end, nodding.

"Lizzy..." he rumbled over the din, halting the tirades. Waving his fingers, signaling that he needed a moment with Francis, Red held his amusement.

Liz sighed dramatically, cracking the door slightly ajar, allowing Francis to hear whatever needed to be said.

"They got him." Red gave a thumbs up before returning his attention to the phone, "Michael, what have you gotten yourself into now?"

Liz looked at Francis, shrugging, then shut the door forcefully, locking it again with flourish.

"You gave me a key." Francis rolled his eyes.

"You better not use it." Liz screamed to be heard. "I'll tell Silas to shoot you on sight."

"Knowing him, he probably would too."

"Go home."

"I can take a hint." he bellowed, "You don't have to hit me over the head with a mallet you know."

"I wish I had thought of a mallet!" Liz shut the wood blinds with a finality.

"It's nothing, Michael," Red sighed, "it's just Francis." he explained, "Get some rest and we'll discuss this in the morning." he said, ending the call.

"Nora," she rushed over to the woman, "you can't go with Francis! We'll give you–"

The woman chuckled, "I like it here. Feels like home." she proclaimed. "Speaking of which, when I get this mess cleaned up, I'm outta here. Okay, Captain."

Red sat back patting his stomach, "Nora, you have to stop having out with the guards."

"They," she proclaimed, "hang out with me."

"I stand corrected." Red stated.

"But you're staying, right Nora?"

"Oh, honey," the woman soothed Liz's frayed nerves with a hug, "wild horses..." she offered a sedate look that said it all.

"I'll get this, you go home and rest." Liz hurriedly scraped nearby dishes.

"You most certainly will not." Nora took the matter into her own hands with a stern reprimand, "Captain?"

Red obediently arose, taking Liz in hand, "Come along."

"I can help." Liz managed around Red's broad shoulders as he gently but firmly guided her from the kitchen.

"She doesn't need your help." Red knew the woman's capabilities, "That's why she's in charge. She's self-sufficient."

Nora waved cheerfully to a disgruntled Elizabeth.

Liz marched down the corridor, her spirits still high, "Do you believe that little twirp?"

"That pie was delicious," Red said, "I can understand Francis' view point."

"Well, I can't!" Liz turned on the man. "I'm going to push him in the pool the next time I see him... the deep end!"

"Watch your step, baby." Red caught her in time to prevent a run-in with the door facing to their bedroom.

She had been walking backward, too pissed not to unburden herself on a convenient sounding board.

"You just better take him to task tomorrow, do you hear me?" she pointed an accusing finger.

"Which means, shoot him in the other leg or bury him with the fishes." Red surmised, rolling his aching neck, producing a resounding crack in the open room.

She pulled a face, "Very funny." then, a sudden thought occurred.

Liz caught Red's vest in her hands, pulling the man close.

"Go to your office." she stated, her voice firm.

Red's mouth twitched, nodding slowly at the declaration. "Why would I go there when everything I want is here."

"Because I say." she reiterated.

"Don't I have a say in this?" he teased, wondering where this conversation was leading.

"...No." she decided.

"But I have a twenty-five year old bottle of Glenfarclas in the closet over there calling my name." his eyes sparkled with merriment.

"You'll just have to make due with what you have in the bar..." she replied in a no-nonsense tone, "besides you have a thirty year old woman here that's obviously better vintage."

"Well, when you put it that way," he grinned, "I suppose I can make due with that..." he shrugged lightly, "and the forty year old bottle of Glenlivet I have stocked... in your bar."

"I'm so glad you saw reason." the blue eyes narrowed, hiding the amusement contained within. "Now go, you can't be here."

Red glanced around the room absently attempting to ascertain her ploy.

"You go to your office." she pointed to the unseen room, "you always go to your office before you come to bed... you always do that."

Red's tongue traced the outline of his lips, "You want me out of the way for a while." he got the drift.

"Well... yes." she managed to look contrite. "I said I would be really nice to you tonight. I promised."

He slipped his hands about her hips, "You said... really, really, really nice."

"Yes, so..." she shoved him away, "go to your office for a little while."

Red sighed mentally, "How little a while?" his appetite was already whetted, truth told.

"Twenty minutes, tops." Liz was certain she could prepare everything in that time. She would have already slipped away to do it but for that shit head, Francis.

"You're awfully bossy tonight," he said, the hint of affection more than clear in his voice, "again, don't I have a say in this?" he asked.

"I said no." she replied succinctly.

"Then who am I to argue?" Red cast a doubtful glance, "Twenty minutes." he consulted his watch, "Not one second more."

She smiled brightly for him, "Go, get out."

"I know how Francis felt." the man went begrudgingly.

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Red and his bottle of forty year old Glenlivet made their way to his version of a man-cave.

He sat, relaxing in his comfortable chair. He lit up a cigar, determined to make the wait a bearable one.

He sipped the warm beverage absently. Frankly, he would rather have the thirty year old woman who waited in the back room than the vintage he sampled.

Or perhaps share with her the wonderful vintage after she revealed whatever surprise she was preparing for him.

The thought made him smile. He blew the grey mist of smoke into the air watching the swirling rivulets dance about.

He should be making calls, shipping manifests. He sorely missed Dembe's presence.

He did make a call to check on the man. Dembe was 'occupied' so the call was a short one. Red could hear the throaty chuckle of a female in the background.

Red's smile returned. He was pleased his friend was truly taking some down time.

Good for Dembe!

He checked his watch, finished his drink, reluctantly rolled the cherry off his cigar before heading back to the master bedroom.

His curiosity was definitely piqued, he had to admit.

Closing the door behind him, he was immediately struck by the change in atmosphere.

Lights were dimmed, strategic candles scented the air and set a wondrous mood.

A large fluffy stack of towels sat on the end of the bed.

Soft music played in the back ground.

Red kicked off his shoes just as Elizabeth appeared, framed in the ambient light emanating behind her.

He took in the long satin gown with its high slits on the side which revealed a hint of lovely thigh as she moved. The very, very low cut lace bodice which only just covered the luscious mounds.

The lace was so thin and delicate he could clearly see the imprint of tiny nubs of nipples straining against the fabric.

The woman smiled pleasantly at him as she passed, arms laden with bottles of every shape and size.

She neatly lined her products on the bedside table.

Red took a moment to run the length of her amazing figure.

He loved the rounded smoothness of the satin as it caressed her buttocks. The inviting swell of her pert breasts captivated him.

The lace was cut to reveal most of the delicious mounds with only the barest of sheath over the center to hide the necessities.

The lace made his hands wish to uncover the hidden treasure beneath.

"You need to take off your clothes." the blue eyes shifted to his, the depths alluring, the soft voice affecting his nervous system.

"You first." his eyes deepened as his imagination took over, once again raking her body.

"You booked the appointment, Sir." Liz feigned professionalism. "We assume you wish to make use of our... amenities?" she motioned gracefully with her hand to the bottles on the table. "We were given to understand... you've had a very stressful few days."

"We?" he gave the area a compulsory glance, "Will more be joining us?"

"Do you require... more?" she tested the waters with a lifted brow.

Red wisely backed down, "You will suffice."

Again, his look told her just how much this belief was instilled in him.

She smiled gently, "If you are certain then... perhaps we should begin." the smile remained transfixed. "Would you like assistance with your clothing?"

He considered the request, "...Oh, hell yeah."

Elizabeth stepped, deftly investing him of his vest, she hung the light weight over the Valet stand.

Stepping about the man, her fingers slowly, unhurriedly unbuttoned the front of his shirt. The blue eyes lifted to meet his stare.

"Are you here for a long stay?" she made polite conversation.

Red played along, "A few days... a few nights."

"Business trips can be so stressful." she eased the shirt from his shoulders.

"They certainly can," he watched the shirt meet the same fate as his vest. "I'm ever so glad to have found your... agency. You can imagine my delight after hours upon hours sequestered away in a dull, boring, boardroom."

His eyes enjoyed the slight bounce of her breasts as she lowered herself before him. The young inviting cleft beckoned his interest.

She unbuckled his belt, easing the zipper of his slacks down over the beginning bulge of his rapidly growing erection.

"I can only imagine." she sympathized, leaning to nuzzle the hardness with her nose, "You can forget about all that for a time," she sought him out, "it's my job to ensure you do."

She tugged his slacks down. Red stepped out of the legs handing them over to capable hands.

She smiled that smile, her fingers tenderly easing inside the waistband of his boxers. In seconds, they had followed the same path of his slacks but instead of being laid neatly over a perch... she had tossed them aside carelessly.

They landed on the floor somewhere, he didn't take time to note for she had curved sensually to him, the small hands engulfing his stiffness protectively.

"You are stressed, Sir. Please," she tugged ever so gently on his captured shaft, "come lie down. Let me see what I can do to alleviate that."

"I am not one to argue." he more than willingly followed her lead.

She released his cock and he felt cold.

Liz situated the towels, "If you will lay here?" her hand swept the area, "We will begin."

He wasted no time in obeying those orders. His muscles slumped into the comfortable bedding even though the other parts of him were considerably more tense.

He felt warm oil drip to his back for she had indicated he should lie on his stomach.

Several seconds of slow, agonizing massage eased the tension in his body considerably.

"This is," he breathed out a low moan of delight," ...amazing."

It had been forever that he had a massage let alone the sensual back rub the woman was supplying.

His skin erupted in gooseflesh, anticipating the treat.

The excruciating torture continued. Red could not prevent long, drawn out groans of appreciation.

It didn't get any better than this.

Sighing, the man relaxed further into the support of the bed as gentle fingers stroked his back, sides, adding more pressure as Elizabeth mapped out the line of his body.

Legs, ankles, thighs even the soles of his feet were given much needed attention.

Slim fingers kneaded the smooth tautness of his backside.

The warm oil drizzled evocatively between the crack of his ass. He was loathe to prevent a guttural sound of arousal in his throat.

A teasing tip of a manicured finger ran the length of the cleft for a gentle but insistent palm had pushed on the inside of his thigh asking for entrance.

He eagerly granted the invasion which ended in a loving cup and illusive graze of his testicle sack.

"Does this feel good?" she continued the exquisite pastime, watching her activities thoughtfully.

"Good?" he could barely articulate, "I don't think that adjective quite covers it..." he swallowed a tightness in his throat. "Amazing, incredible... fucking fantastic..." he couldn't find enough words to express what it felt like.

No, it definitely did not get better than–

He felt the bed move with the indentation of her weight.

She straddled him lazily, her thighs rubbing along the outside of his.

He knew she was sans panties. He could feel the heat of her mound on his buttocks.

She leaned her weight into the massage of his neck and shoulders. "You are tight..."

She frowned over the tautness of his muscles even after all the work she had put into relaxing them.

"I will wager..." he lifted his head slightly, "you are as well."

Her hands stopped for a beat and he worried he had moved too fast, spoiled the game for her.

His mind raced to solve his gaffe.

She settled that naked ass over his welcoming buttocks, laying her body to his.

"There is only one way to ascertain the answer to that inquiry," her voice whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his arms, "it will cost you extra."

"I'm so fucking hard it feels like, if I move," he rasped huskily, "it will snap off from its base."

"That would be terrible," she slipped her hand beneath his body, grasping his hardness, "I have need of it."

Red rolled quickly, allowing her more freedom of touch. He groaned loudly as she shifted taking the heated flesh into her mouth.

The stiff erection of his penis jutted straight out, having bounced heavily with the movement of his turn.

The hot hollow of her mouth engulfed him, that amazing little tongue swirling about the rounded tip lovingly.

Another gasp escaped the man.

His hands gripped the bed covers for support as she continued to work her magic on his straining flesh.

Straddling his waist, Liz felt the hard shaft tap against her backside, a pool of heat instantly settling in her core.

Rubbing the warmed oil into her hands, she kneaded the tightness from his arms and chest, occasionally flicking her thumbs teasingly across his nipples. She smiled gently as the peaks tightened, and the man beneath her moaned brokenly.

"You don't have to do this." he practically pleaded his case.

Scooting back a hair, Red's erection slid along the crease of the woman's ass, drawing a sharp gasp from them both.

Dropping his hands to her thighs, Red curled his fingers into the white flesh. Elizabeth rubbed her fingers gently over his stomach, sliding back purposely.

His erection bent with her movement, her slit easing wetly along the hardened shaft.

Inhaling shakily, Red held his urge to impale her on his cock. Her fingers bypassed his groin all together, instead heading for his legs and feet.

"Fuck me!"

"I like a man who knows his own limitations." she ignored the tense request however, instead for countless minutes, she massaged his tension away. So lost in the sensation of the tightness bleeding away from his limbs.

Red lost track of time until Liz's slim fingers combed through the short hair on his groin.

His cock jerked with the touch, the slit of his crown beading with wetness.

Slowly stroking his hardness, she massaged his sack, gently tugging them as her hand encircled his head.

"Listen to me!" Red hissed, his body needing a release.

Liz hesitated, having wanted to take him into her mouth once more.

His rough, unsteady voice thrilled her. The sight of his cock, so hard for her, changed her mind.

She reluctantly gave the power over, laying face down into the pillow.

Red nudged her and she lifted as indicated. He placed a pillow beneath her stomach raising her ass into the air.

He nudged her again, sliding his thighs between hers as she parted her legs wider.

He could almost taste that sweet little pussy. He stared at the soft pink and darker outer layer of her lips.

"You are fucking beautiful..." he stated shakily, his hands encompassing her back.

Red watched the small frame disappear repeatedly under the width of his hands. There was something incredibly erotic about the sight.

A drop oozed freely from the sensitive slit as his shaft brushed against her cheeks. He smiled when the woman lifted into the sensation, which shoved his head between the soft swell of her bottom

Red's face was suddenly grim. He was hurting so deliciously. He allowed the woman to rock herself against his erection, his cock head catching on the puckered hole of her ass.

Liz inhaled sharply, backing against his fat crown. Red's head fell back, his eyes closing with pure elation, euphoria overtaking his mind.

"I'm dying here..." he murmured roughly, "and I don't give a fuck."

"...Yes." she sighed, understanding completely. She lifted her bottom enticing him further into the abyss.

Leaning forward, Red added slight pressure to her backside as his hands skirted the plumpness of her breasts.

God...

"Now this..." he breathed heavily, his eyes blazing his ever growing desire, "is heaven."

"You like it?" she questioned quietly.

"Hell yes, I like it." he sighed breathlessly.

He pushed against her pleasure, wetting the tightness with his pre-cum before inching downward, enjoying her mewl of disappointment.

"I'm going to make you climb the fucking walls, baby..." he breathed, anticipating the outcome of his declaration. He gently turned her to face him.

His eyes focused on her pink nipples, which grew into tiny pebbles, hard under his stare. He touched her rib cage, arms, shoulders... everywhere but those tiny peaks.

Teasing her relentlessly, as she had done to him. He centered his attention on the canvas of her beautiful body, deliberately replacing one sort of tension with another... finding new erogenous zones along the way.

Leaning into his arm, he finally took the rosy nipple into his mouth, his tongue massaging the tight bud in an entirely different manner. She squirmed under the technique.

She scratched her fingertips into his scalp, drawing a low content groan from his occupied mouth.

Liz whimpered when the man pulled away, only to writhe with anticipation seconds later as he slithered downward.

"No!" she reached for him as he moved down the bed, determined he should end the agony... the ecstasy he was causing.

"Spread your legs for me." the man demanded, ignoring her completely.

The tenor of his voice excited her deep inside. Her already hardened nipples tingled with sensation and her heavy sex, throbbed deliciously.

"I've been wanting this all damn day." he murmured roughly, lowering his face between her damp thighs.

Red groaned his appreciation, finding the small lips sensitive. Nuzzling against her, he drowned himself in the natural scent of her arousal.

"So wet for me..." he moaned, suckling the peak of her sex. "So succulent..." Grasping her hips, he expertly built the tension layer by layer.

Liz's breath came in heated rasps. Red licked her in long sinuous strokes before capturing her clit. The gentle tug of his mouth, pleasured her beyond measure.

She shivered, finding the man's darkened eyes staring intently up at her, "You have to stop this..." she whispered breathlessly.

Rubbing his nose into the fragrant mound, Red focused on the matter at hand, his tongue rubbing along her clit greedily, devouring the treat hungrily. Sliding his thumbs between her plump cheeks, he rubbed her in rhythm with his relentless strokes.

"R-Red..." the woman stuttered incoherently. His large thumb rubbed against her ass, his pre-cum leaving her slick and sensitive to his touch. It felt so good... so amazing.

Red grunted his pleasure. This is where he wanted to be. Nudging her gently, he sought out her reaction. She stared hazily down at him, her mouth parting as soft, sharp moans passed the parted lips.

"More..." she begged breathlessly, rolling her hips, pushing against his mouth. Grasping her breast, she pulled restlessly at her nipple as she cradled his head, pulling him even closer.

Red reached around, palming her breast, gently kneading the heavy mound. Turning his hand, he pushed his fingers against her ass, rubbing the touch-heightened flesh and felt the woman's body tense.

Lovingly suckling her clit into his mouth, he rubbed his tongue incessantly against the swollen tissue. Finally giving way to the emotional onslaught, the woman shook violently, clasping his head with her creamy thighs. His mouth filled with warmth as she bucked sharply against the intense sensation, coming hard under his tutelage.

She dropped to the bed, gasping and shaking with the intense orgasm. Seconds later she felt Red's large hands push at her trembling legs, shoving them wide as he knelt between the curvy alcove presented.

"You didn't set a price..." his voice was husky, his fat crown pushed at her opening. The man was thoroughly aroused. "So I'll extract what I need, we'll discuss terms later on..."

"My supervisor will not be pleased." Liz murmured as he adjusted himself at her fluttering opening.

"You worry about pleasing me." he murmured. He groaned brokenly as he slid into the steamy depths of her cavern.

Liz loved the thick spread she felt when Red pushed into her body.

Cupping her ass, he lifted her slightly, thrusting against her pliable flesh. Their heightened breath mingled, mouth catching mouth, kisses long, lingering and passionate with the heat of the moment.

Red situated her leg over his shoulder, needing to be deeper inside the quivering hole.

He raised her higher, jabbing his hardness inside her faster and faster, the tempo meeting the coiled tension in his body.

"...Yes," he hissed, the woman's shaky cries of ecstasy becoming louder and more breathless, "fuck!"

Curling his fingers inward around her bottom, he gently petted the tight hole of her ass as he pummeled the other with his shaft.

"Shit..." he panted harshly, squeezing the cheeks in his palms, increasing the tightness of her body. "God yes, squeeze my cock hard, baby... just like that." he approved, losing himself in her body.

He pushed against her ass as incentive, producing the desired results. "Jesus... you are such a good little girl for me."

Squeezing him tight in her core, she felt the first wave of her orgasm settle in her abdomen, a heat spreading through her limbs at breakneck speed.

Red lowered his eyes, hypnotized by the sight of his hard flesh plunging into her drenched depths. His long, fat erection, spreading her open easily with each stab he offered, before disappearing from sight into the volcanic heat of her pussy, "I need to fuck you..." he breathed shallowly, "I need..."

"Harder." she pleaded, hooking her heels on his shoulders, lifting her own pelvis expertly to allow him better access.

"Fuck..." he palmed the tiny ass, roughly yanking her against him.

Fixating on her face which twisted into a state of bliss, he thrust into her in rapid succession, pushing sounds from her throat in sharp bursts of undeniable lust.

Her soft breasts bounced erotically as she gripped the headboard, her fingers tightening, bleeding them of color. Her legs fell to the side, her back lifting off the bed as she tensed. The sweet melodious mewl of her release filling his ears.

His thighs and sack were soaked with her arousal, "Look how wet you are..." he hissed his delight, "do you like being fucked hard."

"...Yes... yes..." she whispered seductively, thrusting against him, driving him inside her body. "I love it so much."

Bracing himself on his arms, fucking her hard and deep, Red lost himself in her body.

"Do you like... to fuck me?" she urged him on, drawing his balls tight against his body.

The soft moans of her encouraging taunt and the wet sound of his cock fucking her body was his undoing.

"...Oh, fuck," he panted shakily, "gonna come so hard, honey."

"I want it." she whispered. "It feels so good..."

"You want me to give it to you?" he needed to hear it.

"Please..." she panted breathlessly, "...please!"

Capturing the woman's reddened lips, Red tongued the pouty mouth open. His slit pulsed hard with his first release. The hot rush of cum exploded from the tip, leaving the man shaking in it's aftermath.

"...Yes." she moaned sharply against his mouth, her body quivering around his in response.

"Take it..." he gasped hard, jerking his hips, pushing his thrumming erection deep, filling her with his viscous climax.

She whimpered, lifting her pelvis to his obediently.

They lay afterwards, bodies bathed in the sweaty sheen of their activities. Slick, damp curls of their sex shimmering with each others arousal as they came together in the low light of the room. A feeling a contentment permeated Red's mind like he had never felt before.

The sense of peace he had been searching for settled over him. The soft scent of their union filled his senses, leaving him satisfied beyond measure.

She hugged herself to his body, nuzzling her nose into his neckline. She sighed when he returned the favor, laying his warm mouth against her damp, beard burned flesh.

The woman stirred finally from the embrace of his body, the strength of his arms.

Red grumbled for the disturbance, "It's not over until I say it's over." he reminded.

He smiled softly as the realization hit him.

He had just made love to the woman he was meant to share his life with.

The woman he had searched for, was right here... basking in the aftermath of the love they shared. Both physically and emotionally.

A rush of tingling currents ran the length of his spine as they both trembled with aftershocks of their extreme high.

They really should have made love, considering their shared confessions. But in their own unique fashion he had come to adore... they had fucked the system as it were, once again doing things their own way.

Perhaps he should have delivered a more romantic interlude, because Lizzy deserved that. He understood now however, that the passion had been so heightened between them, the only release of those frenzied and unrestrained emotions... had been delegated to the extreme.

Liz reached out, laying her palm against his torso. Sliding her fingers upwards, her palm settled over the man's heart, the erratic beat, easing gradually under her touch.

"...I'm happy." she whispered, lifting her eyes to meet his.

"You are, huh?" his mouth tilted lazily at the corner, his fingertip tracing the curve of her cheek.

Nodding slowly, she lifted her hand, touching his mouth, "I am so happy that I took a chance," her eyes shining brightly with unconcealed adoration, "...that I trusted my heart."

He cleared his throat, drawing in a deep breath, barely controlling the wash of emotions filling his heart.

He was affected by her words, no matter how simplistic they were. Perhaps because they were delivered with the overwhelming fulfillment and tranquility she felt when with Red.

"...So am I." he openly confessed. "I'm damn glad you took that chance."

He smiled warmly as the woman snuggled closer to him, seeking his warmth. He chuckled adoringly sliding free, which cause a small pout to appear on her kiss swollen lips.

He peppered the luscious mouth in soft kisses until she was once again... happy.

"I love you, Lizzy..." he murmured lowly, wrapping the woman in his tight embrace.

"How did you know my name?"

He grinned down at her, "Games are over for tonight." he advised. "There's only one woman I want in my bed and I have finally found her."

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AUTHOR NOTES: Any mistakes are mine. These two literally drove me out of my mind.