Liz put her purse aside, plus a handful of small bags. She kicked off her shoes, sighing at the wondrous feeling. She wriggled her toes.
Red sat his burdens down and aside, hastily catching Lizzy's small hand.
The man caught the sweet lips with his own, kissing the woman, all pent-up emotions coming to the fore.
Liz lifted her arms about the man's neck, leaning to the hardness of his body, responding feverishly to Red's demands.
He felt the crush of heavy mounds against his chest, the stiff peaks of the woman's nipples rubbing languidly on his shirt front.
The man unbuttoned the flowing top, his hand reaching inside the material.
He kneaded the plump ripeness lovingly, dragging Lizzy's bra strap down her slender arms. The cups released the full load with a slight bounce of the beautiful flesh.
Red turned the woman about, his palms filling with warm, ripe melons. He raked his thumb back and forth over the sensitive pucker of the pert nipples.
Liz moaned her pleasure, the rough handling enthralling her already straining senses.
Red unzipped the front of his slacks, withdrawing the hard rod of his cock.
He pushed Lizzy's skirt down and off her hips, her panties following posthaste, both garments pooling into a flowing bundle at her bare feet.
The man glanced at his handiwork, the full slope of the firm little buttocks catching his attention immediately.
He gently but firmly nudged her legs apart.
Liz mewled brokenly as the cool air of the room brushed against her naked genitalia, heat pooling in her center.
Taking his hard shaft in hand, Red eased the bulbous head between the slickness of Lizzy's vaginal lips. He watched, his eyes deepening with repressed desire as he forced his length into the wet, silky heaven awaiting him.
Liz moaned desperately, bending over the back of the couch, lifting to her toes to better fit Red's thickness.
Beginning the ancient movements of lovemaking, Red quickly thrust his building lust into the woman's willing body.
Passion ignited, and within minutes, Red was astounded to find his apex upon him.
Lizzy's panted breaths and continuous whimpers of growing intensity alerted the man... his lover was very close to the same junction in time.
A rather embarrassing short amount of seconds sped by... until that connection culminated in a rather erotically sensual climate on both parts.
Panting hard from the exertion, Red lay spent along Lizzy's dew-kissed flesh, quite content to weather the last vestiges of his body's release.
"... We had to work for that one," he breathed a shallow whisper, the heated breath goose fleshing Lizzy's nape, "... didn't we."
"In the nicest possible way." Liz moaned when she felt the man slip from her body. "I ache so... deliciously."
The inkling in her vaginal core ebbed and flowed into pleasurable tingles.
"I don't want to move."
Red smiled, planting a kiss on the woman's shoulder. "Then... we'd miss the gala."
"Would that be so bad?" She mused.
"I have a surprise for you." Red reminded himself. "Besides, if you miss this damned thing, you'll never let me hear the end of it." He reluctantly arose with but one lingering look at the scrumptious bare buttocks.
Liz groaned, slowly pushing herself erect, moving her hair from her face. "... What surprise?"
"Well, if I tell you..." Red chuckled easily. "You grab the first shower. I don't want Susan to murder me if you are late for your session."
Liz stepped out of her clothing, seeking the man's embrace. "The way I feel right now... I don't care if we go or not." She snuggled the soft pelt of the man's chest hair. "I prefer spending the night with you."
"You will spend the night with me." His look said as much. "The first half of it... I can be magnanimous. Now go, take some time for yourself. This isn't over by a long shot. It's only a postponement, you have my word on it."
A little over an hour later, Red set his book aside as he heard the door lock disengage and Lizzy's soft voice filter into the room.
"We'll meet you down there, I guess." she was addressing her dead guard.
Silas nodded, his expression the world-weary one the guy was infamous for.
Standing, Red halted, his intent curtailed. The man stood rooted to the spot, his senses beyond stunned by the sight which greeted him.
Never in his life had he seen a woman... so breathtakingly beautiful.
Elizabeth's long, dark hair lay in soft, heavy waves down her back. The silky mass shimmered and sparkled with her movement, making the woman appear to glow as though shrouded in an angelic halo.
Upon closer examination, Red noted winding and twisting crystals cascading down the entire length of the luxurious waves, interwoven among the soft silk of her hair.
His breath caught in his chest as the woman glanced his way. He honestly felt as though the air had been sucked from his lungs... and the entire room.
Elizabeth was a vision to behold.
The woman's makeup, oddly, coordinated perfectly with her dress.
The end results were a devastating balance between romantic innocence and provocative sensuality.
Elizabeth's large doe eyes, dusted in deep indigo blue, glittered like starlight against the black-rimmed edges, accentuating her already cerulean blue orbs. The long, feathery sweep of her lashes framed the look to perfection.
Rather than chose the typical Feline or Egyptian look many women preferred for evening wear, Lizzy opted for three wispy coils decorating the corner of her bright eyes. Adding to the charming effect, in the center of each curl, a dark blue jewel graced the corner of each eye... as though she wore a small decorative mask.
The imagery, and emotions evoked, was something reminiscent of ages past.
Fighting the urge to blink, lest he miss one moment of the mesmerizing sight, Red steadily held the sensually seductive, hypnotizing gaze robbed his mind of any sane thought as yet.
The subdued blush hues shading Elizabeth's high cheekbones and pert nose gave a striking balance to the evocative and alluring vision.
His attention drifted downward to the woman's lush lips. The darkened tint was reminiscent of juicy, black berries. A sudden and fierce wish to taste the deliciously plump flesh was overpowering.
The woman was seductive, sultry... and just plain damned hot.
"Is it too much?" Liz grimaced, her fingers fluttering nervously about her face. "Susan said it was perfect but if you don't like it, I can–"
"You look... exquisite," Red remained fixated on the lovely features. "Absolutely... enchanting, Elizabeth."
Liz felt the warm flush in her cheeks, appreciating the man's sincere compliment.
"I like when you say my name like... that." The moment lengthened until the woman felt a tiny bit awkward.
"Red?" she broke him from his fixation. "My dress?"
Blinking for his intense focus, Red nodded. "Right, yes... sorry." He shook the odd sensation assailing his senses. "..Yes, yes, it's here." he motioned absently.
"Did you see it?" Liz watched the man closely, attempting to gauge his reaction. "What did you think?"
"I don't know," Red remained passive, watching Lizzy closely, "why don't you tell me." Once again, he motioned to the adjoining room.
Frowning at the man's odd behavior, Liz came about the corner, her eyes widening at the sight which greeted her.
Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Red fought to withhold his grin for the woman's stunned reaction.
When the staff arrived shortly after Lizzy's departure, Red was pleased to note they brought along a half mannequin in which to place the extravagant gown he had ordered, so as to not only showcase how it would look when worn, but ensured the creation stayed in pristine condition.
Clasping her hands over her mouth, Liz muffled her gasp of shock and awe as she slowly approached the dress.
Catching sight of her own purchase hanging off just to the left, Liz's mouth dipped tremulously, her mood dropping into oblivion.
Canting his head, Red's brow furrowed as tears streamed down Lizzy's face before the woman broke off into jagged sobs.
Startled by the unexpected reaction, Red hurriedly stepped, taking the woman in his arms.
"You don't like it?" Red could not believe his instincts could be so impossibly... misguided. His calculations had been so flawed, he knew that now.
"Are you s-seeing what I am?" Liz wailed her consternation.
The man's frown deepened as Lizzy clutched his vest in tight fists, shuddering convulsively against him.
Confused beyond reason, Red rubbed his hand along Lizzy's back, careful of her intricate hairdo.
"My, god..." Liz sucked in a ragged breath, "I'll look like I'm at the fucking prom!"
Red didn't get the reference, but the idea he'd let Lizzy down so horribly… dismayed him greatly.
Elizabeth had never been to such a gala. Red had hoped to make this a special, if not spectacular event for the woman... obviously, he had failed miserably.
He should have consulted her.
"What am I gonna do!" she sniffled dramatically. "I can't go in... in... that!" she shook her head adamantly. "I will not be an embarrassment to you!"
"You could never be that!" Red stressed, his tone an insistent one.
"I will be if I wear that!" Liz lamented mournfully.
"Lizzy, you don't have to wear it," Red consoled the woman, cursing his lack of foresight to have options available to choose from. "I just... I'm," he scratched rough fingers across his head, "... baby, I'm so sorry."
"I-I'll be the laughingstock of the fucking ball!" she wailed brokenly, sucking in shuddering breaths. "Don't... don't make me go." she wept her despair. "Just tell them I... I got sick, or that I died like Silas... only for real!"
Hastily looking over the dress, Red's eye ticked as he sought ways to perhaps improve whatever was wrong with the gown.
"Maybe..." he began haltingly, "maybe we can fix it... somehow?" His voice lacked conviction.
Yanking from his arms, Liz spun on her heel, stomping past the one-of-a-kind creation. Grabbing the plastic covered dress she purchased earlier, she lifted it for Red's perusal.
"How could I possibly make this!" She shook the fist full of satin. "Into something..." she looked at the breathtaking creation beside Red, "... comparable to that!"
Dropping her face into her hands, Liz cried her distress... completely missing Red's perplexed expression.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Red brusquely demanded.
Dropping dejected shoulders, Liz yanked her dress from its perch, stomping back over to the glorious gown... holding them side-by-side.
"You... of all people," Liz waved a frantic hand over the man's dapper form, "don't notice the vast difference in quality and, and... and," she stammered, "how this pales in comparison to that!" she jabbed a finger between the two dresses.
Rubbing a rough hand across his brow, Red shook his head, comprehending the words spoken... finally.
"You like that gown," Red gestured to the dress he had commissioned, "... and you hate that one?" he pointed to the one Lizzy held in her hands.
"Yes!" she hissed. "We just discussed this!"
Sighing his exasperation, Red's shoulders relaxed from their tense perch. Dropping his chin, he shook his head slowly... chuckling his mirth.
"Oh, I'm so glad," Liz sniffled loudly, "this is so amusing to you!"
"Elizabeth," Red's tart tone cut through the tears, "that," he pointed to the appropriate gown, the one he had commissioned, "is your dress!"
"I know!" Liz's head fell in despair, dropping the dress in her hand down by her side dejectedly.
Snorting for the woman's woeful and anguished groan of agony, Red stepped into the woman's sphere, catching her chin with deft fingers.
"Lizzy," Red directed the woman's line of sight to the stunning creation, "... that... is... your... dress."
Jerking in the man's grasp, Liz turned sharp tear-stained eyes Red's way. "W-What?"
The woman took in the breathtaking ebbs and flows of the gown. The scrumptious colors, the dramatic line.
"It's... it's like a turbulent ocean!" She exhaled a sacred gasp. "It's the most elegant dress in the entire universe!"
"I requested this be made especially for you," Red clarified succinctly, "when I was in Italy."
"Y-You did?" Liz blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend the words being spoken, her mind too full, too chaotic just yet.
"Yes," Red held the woman's gaze, "this is your dress." he repeated, stressing the fact. "Yours."
"M-My dress..." the woman's expression skewed adorably. "This... this is my dress?" she lay her shaking hand to her breast. "F-For tonight?"
"Forever," Red corrected. "Why the hell else would it be here?" The apparent confusion over the dress left Red completely stymied.
"I-I thought it was delivered by m-mistake." Liz's mouth quivered, searching Red's face for any hint it truly wasn't her gown.
"I wanted it to be a surprise." Red admitted, dabbing a handkerchief against the woman's tear-stained cheeks. "I see now, the error of my ways." he muttered sotto voce.
Glancing over the elegant and glamorous creation, the thoughts swirling in Liz's head were too vast and scattered to pinpoint. She tried to focus, but nothing really gelled.
All she knew was... this amazing gown was hers to wear tonight!
"This is my dress!" She cried out jubilantly. "Oh, Red!" She threw her arms around Red's neckline, squeezing the very life from the man. "I love you so much!"
Clasping the woman close, Red once again, breathed a sigh of relief a crisis had been averted. He coughed a choked laugh when the woman clung to him as though he were a literal lifeline.
Drawing back, Liz clasped the man's face in her hands, kissing him soundly. "Thank you... thank you..." she muttered between kisses. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome, baby." Red smiled, nuzzling the woman's pert nose before drawing back himself. "So... does this mean we're going to–"
"Of course we're going!" Liz snapped her indignation for such an insane question.
Wiping a brisk hand over her cheeks, Liz inhaled a sharp, startled breath. "My makeup! Oh, my God! Did I ruin it?"
Red's head dropped once more as Lizzy bolted from his arms and into the bathroom to check herself over with frantic eyes. Hastily trailing behind, to ease any concerns before they fully developed, Red followed the woman.
"You look beautiful, Lizzy." Red assured as he stepped in behind her, rubbing the small of her back soothingly.
"Oh, what do you know!" Liz hastily looked over what had been a masterpiece with a critical eye.
"Point taken." Though he believed Elizabeth to be flawless, Red knew better than to argue. "You get freshened up and I will enlist assistance be sent to our room." he calmed Lizzy's fraught nerves. "... Post haste."
Inhaling a shaky yet stabilizing breath, Liz nodded. "O-Okay..."
Kissing the woman's brow, Red turned to do as promised, pulling the door behind him as he lifted the room phone off its cradle.
He waited none-to-patiently for the salon to pick up. It took a few minutes to explain his dilemma... over the tinkling laughter.
"So, yes, you could be of assistance," he answered the first question put to him, "... you could fix my grievous mistake, and possibly pull my ass out of the proverbial fire. How soon can you be here?" He lifted a hopeful brow.
Perhaps Elizabeth was right, and he didn't know much because, in Red's humble opinion, he had seen nothing wrong with Lizzy's makeup.
However, when the beautician arrived with her kit of magic, she hurriedly assured a frazzled Lizzy, all would be put-to-rights with a flick of her wrist.
All Red knew for sure was, Elizabeth seemed in brighter spirits as the ladies chatted and gossiped behind the closed doors of the bath.
Showing the beautician to the door, Red gratefully and graciously tipped the woman generously for her timely arrival and quick work to restore... whatever it was that had been marred.
Red's heart skipped a beat as Lizzy came through the door. The serene smile gracing her features transformed her very essence.
Clearing his throat, Red focused on their developing agenda. "You may need help with this." he waved a hand at the impressive gown.
"Oh, wait!" Liz scurried for the closet, her satin robe rippling behind her. "I forgot my lingerie!"
Taking the moment afforded him, Red pulled his own suit free and checked it over.
Removing his own clothing, Red slid into his trousers. He turned as Lizzy emerged from the closet... the scantily clad woman garnered his immediate attention.
The indigo blue lace of her unmentionables stood out in stark contrast to Elizabeth's lightly sun-kissed flesh, making her skin appear to glow like moonlight.
The balconette bra cupped and lifted the woman's already ample mounds, giving Elizabeth impressive cleavage. Red's brows lifted fractionally for the seductive visual.
The heavy breasts shifted in their precarious perch, teasing his psyche to unbelievable heights. If the woman would move just so, he knew he'd be gifted a peek of Elizabeth's tiny nipples. To his unfortunate regret, the fabric stayed in place. He squelched his disappointment.
Red followed the woman's every move as she shrugged the straps from her shoulders and unhooked them from the front of her bra. The gown's semi-sweet neckline called for a strapless undergarment.
Looking up from her task, Liz hesitated when presented with Red's bared chest and low slung pants.
The man's pectoral flexed and bulged as he tossed his used shirt aside, drawing attention to the golden pelt covering his torso. The soft fur ran the length of his belly, down into the confines of his well-tailored pants.
That she now knew where that trail led, and what the man had to offer...this was truly one of those moment's she understood the meaning of self-restraint.
"Could you?" Liz asked, presenting her back to the man.
To Red's everlasting gratitude, Lizzy turned, presenting him a spectacular view of her tanga style panties. The widened straps wrapped about her buttocks showcased the curvature of her ass in the most delightful way.
The delicate fabric conformed to the rounded cheeks, offering him a tantalizing view of the soft, white flesh which lay bared to his gaze
Snapping from his intense scrutiny, Red unhooked the bra straps from their slots, dropping them on the table beside him.
"Thank you," Liz smiled over her shoulder. "The minute I saw them," she sat her stockings aside, completely oblivious to Red's unwavering attention, "...I just had to have them."
Red swallowed at the moisture collecting in his mouth when the woman situated the low-sitting garter hugging her hips before adjusting the suspenders to a comfortable length.
"Do you approve?" She smiled impishly, gazing adoringly at the man.
Red took the silky stocking from the woman's hand, running a slow brushing graze down over Lizzy's hip and thigh.
"Sit down..." Red's deepened voice rasped. "Generally, I enjoy watching you put these on, but tonight," he lifted a steady stare, "I think I'll take an active part in the proceedings."
Smiling for the man's gruff tone, Liz sat on the cushioned bench.
Running her hands over the soft surface, she offered the man a tempting arch of her brow. "Funny, I never noticed how tactile furniture was until I met you... or how versatile it can be."
Offering Elizabeth a stony look in reply, Red dropped to his haunches... slowly smoothing the gossamer fabric up and over the length of Lizzy's leg.
The man watched his progress with avid interest, enjoying the feel of the warm flesh and shapely curves of calf and thigh.
The dark contrast of the stockings against Lizzy's lighter tone was mesmerizing.
Taking Red's offered hand, Liz stood, allowing Red to attach the suspenders in place with practiced ease.
Watching Red's every move, her eyes fluttered closed when the man's large palm ran along the long curve of her leg upon completion of his task. Grasping his bare shoulders, Liz curved her fingers into the warm flesh, steadying herself.
Leaning, Red placed a small, yet linger kiss to Lizzy's mound. Shifting his intent, he flicked his tongue along the crease where the lace and flesh collided before lifting upright, grazing his mouth against the woman's abdomen.
Inching close enough to feel their combined heat, Red smoothed his hand over the swell of Lizzy's hip, tracing the line of her panties.
"The sooner we go..." he grumbled, quickly shrugging his dress shirt on, "the sooner I can take those stockings off."
Stepping behind the voluminous dress, Red located the hidden zipper. Careful of the rich and delicate fabrics, he eased it downward. Once loosened from its perch, the heavy-weight gown dropped to the floor in a heaping mass.
Studying Lizzy's elaborate hair and makeup, Red held his hand aloft. "Step inside."
Steadying herself with Red's strength, Liz stepped over the diaphanous layers and into the space provided. Leaning, she grasped the front bodice as Red lifted from the back. Cupping her breasts, she held the dress in place as Red secured the zipper and eye-hook.
Adjusting her cap sleeves, she smiled happily as long gossamer ribbons flittered about with her graceful movement.
"Based on Cecilia's suggestion..." Red noted the effect as well.
"Who?" Liz interrupted.
"The woman who designed the gown." Red replied, then gestured to a couple of felt bags laying atop the dresser. "With her invaluable assistance, I took the liberty of purchasing shoes while I was there."
Barely containing her excitement, Liz peered into the protective coverings, gasping her joy and awe.
Not only were both black and low-heeled, they were reminiscent of shoes Ginger Rogers' would wear. The little straps at the ankles and bows in strategic places made the heels cute and feminine. More importantly, they looked extremely comfortable.
"These are perfect, Red!" Liz tried not to squeal her delight. "I feel just like Cinderella!"
"They aren't glass." He quipped.
"Better... they're comfortable!" The woman gushed.
"I opted for the low heel," Red continued, "because I knew you would kill me otherwise."
"You chose wisely," Liz beamed happily. Glancing about for a place to sit, she shrugged and leaned against the dresser, gathering what she could of her skirts in hand.
Taking the shoe from her hand, Red once again crouched before the woman, gesturing for access to the woman's feet.
"Cinderella, allow me to assist."
Grateful for the man's assistance, for her large skirts made it a feat to see her... feet, Liz lifted her skirts out of the man's path.
Slipping the heels in place, Red fastened them, standing upright, giving the woman an approving nod.
"Feel good?" he asked as she took a step, and then another.
"Ever so good!" She nodded, then lifted her foot, holding it out in front of her. "You pick the best shoes ever." She giggled.
She took the time to observe her escort for this auspicious event. "You clean up nice." She ogled the man.
Red's black tux was a tailored fit. The cut brought out his broad shoulders, tapered waist and amazing ass. For that hint of festivity, Red's dark blue vest and tie coordinated with Lizzy's dress to perfection. Even his pocket square matched.
He looked very handsome and quite dashing.
"I'm going to have my hands full tonight... ladies beware." Liz teased.
"So... what do you think, Princess?" he eyed her appreciatively, then gestured to the mirror behind her.
Liz suddenly realized, she hadn't seen herself yet. She turned about, gaping at the transformation. She couldn't quite grasp the reflection staring back at her was truly... Elizabeth Keen.
She felt like a fairy princess, only... not. While Cinderella was innocent as a lamb. Liz looked the complete opposite... there was a little hint of provocative evil lurking amidst the fantastical folds of that voluminous gown now.
As she took in the full scope of the vision presented, Red stepped close, garnering her attention.
Liz's eyes widened to the size of saucers as a necklace of diamonds and black pearls settled about her neckline.
The warm weight of a platinum vine like effect showcased her radiant skin, as did a large drop diamond which settled comfortably between her breasts.
The gems beckoned onlookers, providing a stunning display of extreme opulence and enviable femininity.
"I..." the woman swallowed hard, words failing for the moment. She could only simply stare and reflect. "...I..."
She had honestly never worn anything so breathtakingly lovely in her entire existence, keeping in mind all the fabulously expensive jewelry this man had bestowed in the past.
Stiffening her posture with a regal pose, Liz's mouth gaped as the jewels shimmered like starlight against the flush backdrop of her skin.
Securing the latch, Red's hand lay the string of diamonds and pearls along the curvature of Lizzy's spine, the back of his fingers trailing a path down the sensitive flesh.
"Do you like it?" he murmured, kissing her bared shoulder.
Reaching to touch the delicate jewels, Liz swallowed at the lump in her throat, issuing a tight nod of approval.
"You're not gonna cry again, are you?" Red teased.
"...N-No," Liz whispered brokenly, still tracing the fine jewels. "No... I won't cry. I promise."
Wondering at the woman's thoughts, Red remained silent as Lizzy took a good long look at herself in the mirror.
"I mean," she murmured softly, smoothing a hand down her dress. "I know that's me, but..." she motioned, lifting her eyes to his, "but it doesn't seem as if... it is."
Red could only assume Lizzy felt as he did when he donned his first custom-made three-piece suit.
While his confidence had been growing as he flipped the underworld upside down and gained new allies in his fight... it wasn't until he put that damned suit on that he felt a surge of optimism, authority and presence that had been missing.
"I've been telling you just how beautiful you are." Red muttered against her bare shoulder. "Now, do you believe me?" he smiled, seeing the sheer radiance on her lovely face.
Red held his smile as the woman straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, elongating her graceful neckline.
It was such an uplifting experience to watch these moments when Elizabeth's confidence soared. Her outlook had been improving each day, but there were times, such as now... you could literally feel the change come over the woman.
"To complete the look," Red murmured, not wishing to break the spell woven.
Holding her mask aloft, his smiled brightened as Lizzy gasped her joy, taking the lightweight metal in trembling fingers.
"One last accouterment for my lady's pleasure..."
Tracing her fingers over the complicated and delicate design of swirls and swoops embellished with blue gemstones and wispy black and blue feathers, Liz's smile grew.
"I had them placed on a stem because I truly hate wearing the damned things all night." Red smiled as he watched her lift the sultry cover to her eyes to see the full effect.
Pulling it away, Liz placed it back over her eyes, finding the addition stunning. It was very clear who she was, but there was an air of mystery around her the minute she lifted the sculpted piece back in place.
Plus, the effect made her eyes appear amazingly large, an attractive focal point. If anyone could tear their gaze from her magnificent gown, that is.
Red held out his hand, clasping hers when she offered it.
"Wait!" she hesitated. "Where's my weapon?"
Red pulled it off the dresser, chuckling his amusement. "Where are you going to put it?" The red color of the fake gun clashed with everything she wore.
Grinning, Liz hiked her skirt, attaching a holster to her thigh.
Stepping into the woman's sphere, Red pushed the heavy skirt out of his way, running his hand up her bare thigh before placing the weapon in the provided slot.
"Now are we ready?" he rumbled deeply and grinned when she shivered. He didn't exactly quantify the ambiguous statement... purposely. "...To go downstairs."
He chuckled quietly when she scrunched her face up, then grudgingly nodded.
"Yes." Liz impetuously spun, causing the skirt to flare. The weight of it caught, however, causing her to stumble forward unexpectedly. "Oh!"
"Whoa..." Red laughed, hastily catching the woman. He steadied her on her feet.
"Wow..." she giggled, rolling her hips side-to-side, getting a better feel for the shift of the gown.
Once she did, she attempted the feat again. The heavy skirts spun in an arch, wrapping about her suddenly still form. Taking only a step that time, Liz caught herself easily.
"Oh..." she clasped gleeful hands together, "you are gonna be so hard pressed to get me out of this dress!" she laughed, smoothing her hands down the luxurious skirts.
Ducking his face, Red pressed warm lips to the woman's pulse point on her neckline before slowly drawing back.
In just that few seconds, Elizabeth's flush and breathing deepened considerably, he noted.
"... No, I won't." Red murmured confidently.
Escorting Elizabeth through the hotel, Red was more than aware of the appreciative looks the woman was receiving.
Not only did he feel proud, he felt privileged to have Lizzy on his arm this evening.
In his opinion, he believed her to be the most beautiful and intriguing woman in attendance. For once, he honestly didn't think he was being biased in the least.
The very way she held herself spoke of how beautiful Elizabeth felt. She emitted a very regal, classy stance that suited her... whether she quite believed herself capable of the feat, or not.
She walked confidently, with her head proudly held high...
Just as she should.
Francis Holbrook stopped in his tracks, giving Lizzy a complete and thorough once over. "Holy shit.." the man gaped, stunned by the transformation.
The woman's regal bearing slipped, offering the men a lyrical giggle of delight.
"Can you believe it!" Liz gushed, holding her arms out at her sides. "Oh, look, look..." she lifted the face mask in place, batting her enormous eyes. "Isn't it beautiful!"
"I think you're beautiful." Francis clarified distinctly.
Liz's cheeks flushed at the open admiration, inclining her head, "Thank you, Francis."
"Damn woman... you're fucking hot." Francis gave the woman the once over... again.
Scrunching her nose adorably, Liz tapped the man playfully with her mask in jest. "Stop it.."
"No, seriously." Francis could not stop staring, his mouth still agape. "You're really fucking hot. I didn't know you could be hot"
"Me either!" The woman squealed her delight.
"Yeah, but you're... evil hot." Francis clarified.
"I know!" The woman gleefully agreed. "Thank you again, Francis!"
"You don't thank someone for delivering a backhanded compliment." Red sighed, giving the boy a stern look.
"My apologies." Francis replied seriously, much to Liz's shock and surprise. "You are remarkably stunning."
"Much better." Red inclined his head, appreciating the boy's efforts of civility... for once.
The party was in full swing as he and Lizzy entered the ballrooms. Conversation, laughter, and music filled the air.
Silas approached, resplendent in a dark black tux. Liz's mouth fell agape.
"You can't be here... you're dead." Francis pointed out the obvious.
"I'm here in spirit." Silas replied languidly. "Am I evil hot, too?" He clearly overheard the previous conversation. "Of course I am... what the hell am I asking you for?"
Francis couldn't deny what was. "Not as hot as me, of course."
Silas scoffed openly. "You are so deluded."
"Eh, Francis." Liz leaned. "Why are you dressed like that?" She pulled a face. "This isn't a costume ball?"
"What d'ya mean?" The young man shrugged nonchalant shoulders, looking at the crowd around them for someone in costume. "Who's in costume?"
Sighing quietly, Liz waved a hand over Francis' swanky threads.
"Cool, huh?" Francis preened, flicking the dark lace adorning his full length brocade sleeves. He leaned casually into his silver encased cane.
"Well, eh..." She sought Red's input, but the guy clearly was going to let her fend this one herself, were his twinkling eyes any indication. "Are you dressed as the eh... Scarlet Pimpernel?"
Liz glanced over the form-fitted jacket with its lace-capped sleeves, cocking her head curiously. Perhaps she had been wrong in her initial description, for the jacket with its long lines had a very distinct Steampunk aura about it, which she had to admit... suited Francis to perfection.
"You mean... pumpernickel." Francis corrected, rolling his eyes. "How embarrassing, Lizzy. I feel bad for you. Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about. I chose this," he showcased the slightly effeminate 'costume', "...because I looked good in red."
Liz let it go. "Yeah, you do!" she brightened hastily.
"Besides, Susan looks like that headless French chick." Francis reminded one and all.
The woman in question, cast the boy a disconcerting stare, having passed by with a regal dignity with a contained. "Out of my way, peasants!"
Red's ensemble moved aside, having blocked a portion of the entrance.
"Sorry," the man grinned for the playfully tart rejoinder, "... My Lady."
"Any resemblance to Marie Antoinette is purely," the woman pushed her heavy breasts closer together, situating the ripe plumpness better into the constrictive confines of her gown's Baroque bodice, "coincidental, I assure you... cake?"
"Did the French chick have big knockers?" Francis whispered to Red Reddington.
"My wife's knockers are no concern of yours, lad." Michael threw the 'lad' a scolding look. "I will handle the matter... later... rest assured."
Francis had the grace to be upset. "If I tried... Susan would chop my nuts off and make me eat cake." The boy frowned. "What's so bad about eating cake? Those French people were just troublemakers, if you ask me."
Liz patted the guy's hand consolingly. "Just remember how good you look, Francis. That's all that matters."
Red and Silas exchanged subdued looks for the ensuing conversation.
The group proceeded forward, stepping further into the noisy gathering. None realized how stunning an ensemble they presented.
Heads turned, whispers spread, admiring glances abounded, but Liz was oblivious to all.
"Oh, Red, this is just..." she took in the fairyland like spectacular spread out before her eager eyes. "Mark has outdone himself this time."
The woman's heart filled with wonderment, her lovely eyes welling with the threat of tears.
Feeling a stirring of excitement fill her, Liz spun slowly, taking in the full scope of the elaborate and beautiful décor.
Never in her life had she been witness to anything so magical.
When one imagined a perfect setting in which a Midsummer Night's Dream were to develop, this would be the optimal place.
There was such a romantic, dreamlike quality in the atmosphere; it truly was a fairytale come to life.
The entire space from one end to other appeared shrouded in a mythical forest where enchantment and intrigue lay hidden around every corner.
Rustic sprays of branches gave way to extravagant burst of wild flowers in a plethora of color. Tinkling gold lights interwoven within the arrangements gave the impression fireflies glowed and flittered about their natural habitat.
The copious drapes of flowering vines cascaded from the ceilings and trees overhead appeared so real, Liz couldn't be sure they weren't, for she swore she detected the delicate aroma of lilac and honeysuckle.
Gathering her skirts in hand, Liz stepped further into the mystical grandeur, the billow of her gown upsetting the leaves and petals adorning the path.
Glancing overhead, Liz's mouth gaped when she found a starlight sky through a canopy of trees.
Through the cascading plumes of wisteria, jasmine and clematis... curtains of lights hung in showering drapes from the starlight overhead as though stars fell from the heavens.
Posts, which acted as support for the grand room, were wrapped in the fanciful and whimsical coils as though the stars enfolded them in a luminescent embrace.
Red's eyes trailed after the woman as she explored the fairyland about her, his mouth lifting into a charmed tilt.
Elizabeth looked every bit the fairy princess as she edged deeper into the magical secret garden. The woman's full gown swished about as her enormous blue eyes blinked their wonderment as she crept forward cautiously, as though expecting a dwarf or some other woodland sprite to bound into sight.
Or dare he say... her Prince Charming.
Liz's eyes blinked their awe as Red suddenly emerged from behind a plume of ivy. The stark black of his suit against the lush green backdrop was quite startling. His imposing figure framed the arch in exquisite form.
She held the man's eyes as he approached, her breath catching in her throat for his handsome profile.
"You lead such an amazing life." Liz said, leaning close to be heard over the din of chatter and music drifting out into the main sections of the hotel.
"Thank you..." she whispered, "thank you for allowing me to share a portion with you." she looked about the mystical grandeur. The thrill which had sent tingling currents of excitement throughout her body, encapsulated her in a glowing aura.
Red's brow furrowed at the words and her manner.
"I would never have gotten to experience," Liz scanned the gathered throng with all the beautiful gowns and well-heeled people, "... any of this, if not for you." She waved a graceful hand.
"Stop, right there." Red demanded. "I look at it another way, baby." he held her eyes willfully. "None of this," he waved his own curt hand, "would mean anything... without you beside me."
"Well, it means something to me." she caressed his cheek lovingly. "And I wanted you to know."
He nodded respectfully. "All well and good." he lessened his tone. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. I want that... but if we were sitting on a bench somewhere feeding damned pigeons... doesn't matter, as long as we're together."
Liz smiled a brilliant smile for the man.
"That I'm able to..." Red inclined his head slightly, "come here, do these things. I know how fortunate I am, but I'll tell you truthfully... I've been here before. Seeing it all through your eyes makes it means something to me... finally."
Red had pulled the woman aside, allowing guests to filter past. He had kept their conversation a private one.
Liz's eyes shined with her love for the man. "I love you so much, Red. I can't find the right words to... make you understand how much."
The man's gaze softened. He lifted her hand to his lips. "Let's enjoy the night, baby." he steered her to the reception line, giving their names to be presented aloud upon their entrance.
Dembe, Silas, Francis, and Michael were already sequestered at the bar. Red seated Lizzy next to Susan.
"You ladies need refreshments?"
Liz felt her skirts billow around her chair, tucking in the frothy layers daintily. "Something very light, please."
"Michael is procuring our drinks... so says he." Susan scowled. "Looks like he's depleting the liquor stock to me... without giving one notice to me!"
"What man could not note you, Susan." Red flattered. He took their order gallantly, crossing the crowded space. In seconds, he had weeded through the menagerie surrounding the bar.
"He's one of the good guys. You are a very fortunate woman." The older woman placed her hands beneath her chin, folded demurely. "But then, so am I... and if you say I said so, I'll call you a liar to your pretty face."
Liz smiled. "I know you love Michael, Susan. We all do."
The woman pulled a sullen face. "I try so hard to keep that asshole interested. You know... it isn't easy."
Liz's interest was caught. "He adores you!"
"You should ask Red about Michael before we met." Susan was feeling nostalgic this night. "We met at a similar event actually, you know. It was quiet a while before I even got him to take note of me!"
"I find that difficult to believe." Liz objected. "You are so beautiful, Susan!"
"Michael was accustomed to his women being... acceptable in that department. Thank you for the compliment, by the way." the woman smiled in a deprecating manner. "He is quite handsome, you know."
"I do know, and very charming to boot."
Susan was clearly pleased with the statement. "Red suggested I get Michael's attention by pretending I didn't truly wish his attention... it worked. It's worked ever since." she stated wistfully.
"Michael is only happy when he's... insecure?" Liz wasn't following.
"He's only interested when there seems a possibility... I'm not a sure thing."
"I don't believe that either." Liz didn't. "He dotes on you."
"He better." Susan seemed back to her true form. "I'm just being maudlin. Ignore me."
Liz sat quietly, digesting all said. Red returned, sitting drinks down cautiously. "Michael is holding court... he's telling the African Zulu tale." he reported.
Susan sighed. "The Zulu have a quaint custom I admire. If a male does a female wrong, she gets to hang his testicles outside her dwelling as a reminder to other males... not to stray." She crinkled her nose. "Of course, they also make for unique windchimes."
"You made that up." Red chuckled. "Wishful thinking on your part?"
"Well, if there isn't such a tradition, we should start one."
"Are you disenchanted with your husband this magical evening, Susan?" Red was truly interested. "Something I can do... someone I can kill?"
"Whatever gave you that impression?" Susan held her smile for the man's wit. "No... no, I prefer to do my own killing, but how sweet of you to offer."
"You know, except for people taking selfies... this could be a setting for 'Gone with the Wind'." Liz mused, still checking out her surroundings. "I never understood the attraction of a cotillion or such a gathering before... but I do now." Her eyes sparkled with subdued excitement. "This is fun!"
"You're only saying that because you have the most gorgeous gown here." Susan chuckled at the out-and-out enthusiasm displayed. "Oh, to be young and less jaded again."
"You don't like it, Susan?" Liz was crestfallen.
"Tell you the truth, I'm missing my babies." Susan sighed melodramatically. "I told you I was in a disparaging mood., didn't I?" she cut droll eyes. "I couldn't wait to get away from them and now..." Slender shoulders shrugged.
Liz threw Red a, do something look, those blue eyes beseeching him. Her friend was hurting and she couldn't stand the thought.
"I know Michael is having your jet serviced," Red offered. "My jet is available if you and Michael want to fly home." he waved a hand. "Spend some time with the kids... then come back."
Susan brightened. "...Truly?"
"Sounds like a plan to me." Liz brightened again.
Susan teared up. "I... I don't know what to say...me, Susan Fairfax." she chuckled softly. "What a sweet thing to offer, Red. I appreciate your thoughtfulness."
"Shut up, now... drink up." Red waved the issue aside. "It will probably be your last until after you see the demons. Don't want them to know what a lush their mum is, do we." he teased.
Susan laughed thoroughly. "I do try to hide it from them... for a few more years at least. Oh, I feel so much better. Truly!" she breathed out, happy again.
"Does this mean, I've saved Michael's testicles?" Red mused. "The guy owes me."
"So do I." Susan quipped. "They are two of the three things I enjoy about the man."
Liz hid her giggle behind her hand. "You're terrible, Susan."
"Thank you, dear... I do try." the woman was back to her old form, Liz was happy to note.
Francis traipsed over, goodies in hand. "Hey, look what they're handing out by the door over there." the man presented the ladies with his find.
"Ohh," Liz flicked the decorative hand-painted fan out with practiced ease, admiring the intricate design of the butterflies and blue bonnet flowers. "Isn't this pretty." she craned her neck, checking out Susan's which was a sunburst of color.
"Mark thinks of everything." Susan was slightly annoyed. "He's one man that has his shit together... he's giving you all a run for your money."
"I'll speak to him shortly about that." Red chuckled for the woman's delivery. "Damned perfectionist!"
Susan nodded her commiseration.
"I'd ask to dance, but I'm afraid those gowns would flog me to death." Francis took note of the elaborately flowing dresses. "I'll get whiplash." the guy kinked his neck.
"Look at the place cards, speaking of perfectionist." Liz admired her name printed in beautiful and flourishing calligraphy. "I'm taking this as a remembrance of the evening." Liz leaned. "Don't let me forget ours, Red."
The man held his smile.
"I'm taking the centerpiece." Susan motioned, sipping the drink Red had supplied.
"Hey, I've called dibs on the beer kegs." Francis alerted the ensemble. "And that big screen tv."
Red looked around, searching for the item, coming up empty. He gave the boy a quizzical look.
Liz laughed. "I'm going to dance all night." She informed Francis. "And you're going to sacrifice yourself."
Francis gasped, turning on Red. "You told her!"
"...No," Red countered the accusation. "No, I didn't."
"Tell me what." Liz was stumped.
"That I wouldn't sacrifice myself earlier today for you." Francis blurted.
Awkward silence followed as everyone digested the words.
Liz was definitely devastated. "You didn't?"
"Well, I was going to," Francis breathed heavily on the top of his silver cane, buffing the shiny metal against the velvet brocade of his sleeve, "... but, well... you know."
Liz's expression told everyone that she did not know.
"Besides, there are more yards of fabric in that thing." he pointed to the billowing, swishing skirt gathered about her feet, "than one of Barnum and Bailey's Big Top tents... how are you even standing erect?"
Red shifted a dangerous glower.
"I'm not... I'm sitting." Liz quipped. "But as soon as a song comes along I like, you're tagged."
"What the hell am I, a wallflower?" Red demanded. "I do know how to dance, you know... and I am your escort."
Liz blinked. "You and Michael usually sit it out."
Michael pushed his way through the smalls groups gathered here and there, Silas following close behind, each man holding drinks aloft that no one inadvertently spill the precious commodity.
"Sit what out?" the man leaned, offering his wife a sedate peck on her carefully made-up cheek.
"The dances." Liz supplied.
"We are far too cool to do less." Michael explained.
"Which is fine, but tonight.. I want to dance!" Liz sulked prettily. "This gown will cover any misstep I make, so I'm hitting the dance floor, dammit."
The melodic sound of violins filtered above the din, garnering Red's attention. Since he first heard the updated tune of the Sinatra classic, it had been a favorite.
"I believe they're playing our song," Red arose, offering his hand.
"Oh, I love this.." Liz was up and anxious, gathering her gown in delicate, intricate folds.
"Michael, ask me to dance," Susan's scowl did not bode well, "... this instant."
"I was about to," Michael set his drink aside, "you impetuous gazelle." the man chuckled, directing his wife to a suitable spot. "You look ridiculously lovely tonight, my precious... have I said?"
Susan settled, lifting her arms about the man's shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were saving your compliments for the buxom brunette at the bar."
Michael cut the woman a scolding glance. "Silly, moppet. I was saving my compliments for the buxom caramel blonde in my arms."
The couple floated away in a graceful swirl.
Red held Lizzy in his arms as he slowly moved across the spacious dance floor. The woman's perfume filled his head. Her warmth cradled to his hard frame.
"You look lovely as well, Elizabeth." he murmured lovingly. "If I have not said as much, I do so now."
He moved slightly, catching the blue eyes. The soft lights overhead caught shimmering in her hair. "I can't wait to smudge that luscious lip gloss."
Liz smiled gently up at the man. "That's what its there for."
The gown swirled out with each turn the man made. The man's arm easily encircled Lizzy's waist, holding her pressed close to his torso.
Mark had allocated these enormous rooms for the dance tonight. One area set up with rounded dinner tables, the other two for guests' enjoyment.
Mark sequestered a live band of thirty musicians out on the opened patio deck, under the night sky.
Red and Liz passed couple after couple on the floor. Daniel Courtland held his little Texas spitfire, Emma, close, the two young people lost in each other's eyes.
Emma looked like a ray of moonlight, flowing in her silver lamé gown, that red hair all soft and flowing down her back in heavy waves.
Dembe was still at the bar, Liz noted on one sweep of the room, concentrating hard on what some little brunette was saying.
Ben was very attentive to Amy. The woman looked particularly lovely tonight in a red satin creation which complemented her petite frame to perfection.
Melissa and Francis were slightly at odds, it seemed. Liz exchanged fretful looks with Red.
"They'll work it out." he read the woman's mind, for he too, had witnessed the incident. "Or... hopefully they won't."
"Red..." Liz's face fell, "I want Francis to be happy."
"I do too," Red assured, "I just don't see it happening with her."
Liz's mouth fell agape. "Why?" she was stunned. "Don't you like Melissa?"
"Doesn't matter one way or other." The man shrugged. "If she's what Francis chooses, I will accept her."
"But you would rather he didn't." Liz was intrigued by the knowledge. "I never would have guessed. You are very adept at hiding your feelings."
"But not from you," he softened. "Francis will handle it. Let's not let it spoil the evening."
Liz glanced fretfully at her friend.
"The night is young... and so are they." Red stated, his manner more upbeat. "I hope they feed us soon. My blood sugar is dropping, I'm famished."
As if on cue, the lights raised and servers entered the hall. The music lowered to an acceptable level, adding just a hint of background to polite dinner conversation.
Everyone made their way back to their table amid chatter and friendly exchanges.
An hour later, dessert was being cleared away. Red and Lizzy shared more time on the dance floor, losing long moments on end as they held one another close.
The way Red held her and looked into her eyes... it seemed they were the only two people there, more often than not. Without fail, the light applause of the guests surrounding them shook Liz from the spell Red cast over them.
Between dances, Liz happily gossiped with her friends gathered around the nearby tables. The men pushed their chairs back, clearly heading for business talks and the bar.
Liz was excited, for she knew the women would be more free in their speech with the men gone. Everyone had been polite and careful up until now.
She would find out what the girls really thought about those in attendance this evening. It was always a lovely, fun exchange when everyone let their hair down, so to speak.
It was wonderful to have friends again... women she could speak with on any and all subjects, no matter how delicate the topic.
The lights flickered ominously, halting everyone in their tracks.
A low, cautious murmur swept through the crowd.
Alarmed for a moment that perhaps the weather had taken a turn without her noticing, Liz startled as she felt a warm hand rest on her bared shoulder.
Red took her hand, tugging Lizzy up and out of her seat. "Midnight approaches."
"...What?" She had heard, not following his train of thought. "Does my carriage turn back into a pumpkin?"
The guy made his way around the outskirts of the milling crowd. "Mark's a cagey little bastard."
The lights began a crazy swishing pattern, the colors striking the floor in a bewildering blaze of spot lights flittering haphazardly about.
Thick smoke rolled across the former dance floor in billowing gusts of grayish white waves.
"What the hell is going on?" Liz laughed her confusion, dodging one person after another at Red's insistent tug.
"Stay on me... we'll make out fine."
"We'll going to make out?" Liz questioned his timing.
"It's time for us to remove our masks... so to speak." Red chuckled, pulling the woman into a secluded alcove which separated a small foyer from the main rooms. Foliage heavily blanketed the area... potted plants abounded.
Lights zig-zagged merrily in the low-lit rooms. People laughed loudly, scurrying hither and yon.
Red hunkered down, peering out from his vantage point. "We'll be like Bonnie and Clyde... minus the bullet holes, if we play our cards right."
Liz caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, squealing quietly for Francis' arrival. "You scared me... more than normal."
The guy stooped beside her, shoving layers of her dress aside.
"Do you believe this shit... the asshole didn't even let me finish my Baked Alaska!" Francis grumbled his annoyance.
"Mark's just full of... surprises." Red kept a lookout for any other would be interlopers.
People were mostly ducking for cover to prepare for the final showdown to begin. There was plenty of space to hide out... the dinner tables, along with their long tablecloths were still all in place.
"You can't be here." Liz pointed to another spot. "You cheat... you'll kill us all when we least expect it."
"I'm a detective." Francis balked. "You'd send me out there to my doom? Besides, I'm here to protect you."
"Yeah, right." Liz wasn't buying it. "How do I know you're what you say you are?"
Francis showed his small slip of paper with a disgruntled scowl.
"That looks like your handwriting." Liz slapped the paper back into Francis' hand.
"Let me see your paper!" Francis insisted petulantly.
Liz dug into her low-cut bodice, producing the slip.
"How do I know you didn't write this?"
"You don't Benedict Arnold." Liz stuffed the slip back into its snug hiding place.
"Arnold was a traitor, Lizzy." Red watched Dembe sequester himself in a doorway, quietly observing the chaos from afar, which was his way.
"Francis wouldn't betray us." he shifted an amused grin. "Would you, boy."
"I remain cautiously optimistic that I probably wouldn't." Francis' enigmatical reply caused Liz to gasp.
"I knew it!"
"You do have your fake weapon, right?" Red regarded Francis critically. "Don't want you capping me in the ass like you did Mark."
"Will everyone just forget that harmless little faux pas?" Francis exasperated. "Its over... its done, for Christ's sake."
"At midnight," Red tried to see his watch face, but the colors were too dazzling, "the bell will ring... at the last toll, we come out, guns blazing."
Liz pushed the yards of fabric aside, extracting her weapon from the holster attached to her thigh.
"I would have done that for you." Red offered.
"Ever the gentlemen." Francis said, his tone a sarcastic one.
Red grinned at the boy's tone. "We head for that first table there." he motioned. "You stay close, Lizzy. Don't want someone taking you hostage... again." he glanced back over his shoulder. "That would upset me."
"You're not gonna let me live that down, are you?" Liz knew all too well.
"No..." Red peered around the corner. "Take off your shoes, baby." he indicated. "You can move faster."
"In that dress?" Francis scoffed. "She's pulling 6-G's in that damned thing."
"I can manage it!" Liz pouted. "You just worry about your own ass."
Liz stiffened, holding her breath as the first bell chimed throughout the ballrooms.
She quietly counted off the chimes in her head, though there really didn't seem to be a need, for as the last bell struck... pandemonium erupted.
The trio moved in unison, dashing for the planned rendezvous.
Flipping the table in front of them, Red clasped Lizzy's hand as both instinctively crouched behind the makeshift cover.
Other guests scattered, running, and in some cases, diving for cover. Some made it... some didn't.
Gathering her skirts in hand, Liz precariously shifted to her knees, peeking about the makeshift shield; firing her weapon at anything that moved, laughing joyously.
The sounds of alarms blaring filled the room, as did Lizzy's gleeful laughter.
No one was safe from her sites. Friend or foe, if they got in her direct line of fire... she took 'em out.
That she performed all these tasks while wearing a unique and sophisticated gown, tickled her greatly.
The woman's carefree laughter and rapid fire movement spurred Red to action. His first objective; keep Elizabeth safely behind any and all available cover.
As the players dwindled in numbers, the competition grew fierce.
Red dots splashed lavishly against the wall behind the two as guests either surrendered their positions of defended their hiding places to the death.
Most patrons had forgotten their fake weapons entirely due to the cut of a gown or simply because no one suspected Mark Donovan would be this deviously diabolical.
Wholesale slaughter ensued.
The fog machine was doing its part... visibility was down considerably.
Red sat back on his haunches, having surveyed any immediate visual approach to their spot.
The lights were maniacally swirling irregular patterns which bounced off the smoky clouds creeping about, the effect was chaotic and totally distracting.
"Does Mark stay up nights thinking about this shit?" Francis was getting dizzy. He closed his eyes for a beat to clear his head.
Looking over his shoulder, Red clasped Lizzy's hand in his, hastily pulling her off the floor in a mad dash for cover.
Spinning about with the swift movement, Elizabeth's skirts billowed outward. The stormy colored linen rippled like a threatening tide; pitching and rolling with their hurried movement.
The action was spellbinding, and pretty damn thrilling, care anyone look. Even in the midst of their shenanigans, to witness such beauty made Liz feel a strange elation inside.
Hurriedly tucking them back into closed cover, Red peeked about the corner, felling a few people before jerking back to avoid a hit. He chuckled lowly. Was he having as much fun as Elizabeth... no... but he was getting a kick out of the whole frivolous game
Inching her way forward, Liz laughed as Francis bolted across an open stretch. The man dove for cover, rolling the last couple feet for a table with a tablecloth still in place. Ducking under the minuscule sanctuary, the man slowly stuck his head out from under the cover, cautiously looking about.
Tapping Red's shoulder, Liz pointed out her best-friend, tittering under her breath. "He's just asking for it."
Taking aim, Red waited until sight of the man's target came into view, then sighed... lowering his weapon.
Red knew it was insane, and it was only a game... he still couldn't take the shot.
Smiling her understanding. "You are such a softy."
Liz took the shot herself.
"Dammit!" she hissed her disbelief as Ben unintentionally blocked the effort
Red grimaced when Francis, intending to take down a man across the way, inadvertently tagged Ben...'killing' his friend.
"Oh, dude!" Francis gasped for the faux pas. "My bad, shit!"
Taking aim at Francis' intended victim, Liz took the man down, along with the woman beside him.
"Two for one!" Liz cackled her glee. "I am so good at this!"
Glancing about the room for more targets, Liz felt herself hesitate. Red, too, slowly lowered his weapon as realization struck.
The only remaining players were intimate members of their entourage.
Everybody was momentarily stumped... even Susan.
A friend didn't let another friend 'tag' yet another friend... or something like that.
Each player slowly emerged from their hiding places, their sites still trained on one another... each eyed the other warily.
Danny grimaced, shaking his head. The guy dropped his weapon to his side.
Mark chuckled, hoisting his weapon on high, signifying he, too, surrendered.
Liz's smile widened with the realization... no one could take the other out.
Bending, Liz slid her gun along the slick hardwood. The red weapon spun in a tight circle before coming to a lazy halt. The others slowly followed suit, unburdening themselves of the play toys.
"You're all a bunch of pussies!" Silas emerged from behind the bar, his tone a disdainful one.
Glancing at the man beside her, Liz's smile faltered when she realized Red still held his weapon in hand, the man's arm retaining its aimed position.
Wrapping his arm low about Lizzy's waist, Red pushed her behind his bulk, waiting patiently.
Silas' frown deepened, he was unable to ascertain the other man's reasoning. He waited for some kind of signal... or sign that real trouble was on the horizon.
Mark's alarm chimed loudly in the cavernous space, sending a chill of warning down Liz's spine.
Swiveling to his right, Red pulled the trigger, taking down Mark's 'killer'.
"Ah, dammit!" Mark slapped the alarm silent. All glanced to the 'downed assailant'.
A loud buzzer overhead signaled the end of the game, leaving the remaining players to converge.
"Do you know him?" Liz whispered as the man who had targeted them arose, gingerly brushing his target with a confidant stroke, silencing it.
He laughed as the others converged, conversations overlapping.
"You sold it!" Ben chuckled, having appreciated the overly exaggerated 'fall' the man had taken after Red's assault.
"I'm a closet 'stuntman'. The man retorted. "Damned, Reddington... can't get anything over on that guy!"
The collective crowd merged into the remaining players. Applause scattered throughout the appreciative audience for the spectacular show.
"Yeah, I know him." Red's estimation of the guy raised. "But I was prepared... there's always one hiding in the shadows."
There was something about the way Red said it, Liz knew, the observation wasn't limited to the game.
Shivers ran down her spine once again. She suddenly wondered... who was hiding in the shadows of the very real and dangerous game awaiting them back in D.C.?
Knowing very well what Elizabeth was thinking, Red's eyes softened. Stroking her back soothingly, he kissed her brow.
"It will be all right," he murmured the assurance, "... as long as we're together."
Swallowing at the knot in her throat, Liz nodded. She remained silent on the matter, however, for it was not the time nor place to delve into such a subject.
"Well..." Mark clapped his hands together, addressing those in attendance, "it looks like we have a few of you remaining this year. Last man standing will be difficult to judge, but we will figure something out, not to worry."
Liz allowed herself to shake off the melancholy thoughts threatening. She accepted Susan's hug of congratulations before Francis butted in, hugging them both.
"You didn't kill me this year." Red smiled, shaking Dembe's hand as the guy approached.
"I planned to," Dembe admitted. "It seemed an empty victory, however."
Scoffing, Red shook his head. "You keep hoping for the real thing, don't you..."
"Hope springs eternal, they say." Dembe arched a brow, conveying a message all men understood.
"You would kill me, Dembe?" Red's eyes twinkled with merriment. "There goes your retirement plan."
"I'll still have my 401k, correct?" Dembe replied stoically... before cracking a smile.
"Are we discussing the Cayman account?" Red chortled. "Or the Swiss one?"
Mark interrupted the playtime.
"Now, if any of you are a killer," Mark looked over the remaining players, "could you please step forward."
Holding her breath, Liz shifted her rapt attention, turning towards Red. She waited expectantly.
Each player remained in place, seeking the other until... Dembe stepped forward.
Liz felt a little crestfallen since Red had not been a killer. Why ever would she feel that?
She gasped her shock when Susan stepped out from behind her.
The woman waved much like the Queen did when faced with her royal subjects.
"I saw that coming." Red replied sotto voce.
Liz canted her head, thinking back on their day. "Thank God we got her a pretzel!"
"And sweet tea," Red nodded, "... and cheese dipping sauce."
"As I stated earlier," Mark called out, "we will give the total tally over brunch. So if you think you did pretty well in some regard, be there to collect a prize."
"You're a diabolical psychopath, Donovan." Danny called out over the murmur of those gathered.
"Well, thank you, Courtland." Mark replied. "We try.." he threw the guy a skewed look.
Couples gravitated towards one another as the lights lowered and music wafted through the spacious interior once again... the band had returned to the patio having enjoyed watching the melee.
Grabbing her shoes, Liz dangled them from her fingers.
"Are we staying?" Liz asked.
Red's hot, sultry gaze swept her form in a lascivious fashion, she hoped like hell he said–
"No." Red's husky voice rasped.
Liz felt her stomach flip with excitement as the man guided her hastily towards the exit without a backward glance.
AUTHOR NOTE:
In case you were wondering, when we were writing/editing Liz getting her dress, Red and Liz dancing and describing the Ballrooms, our background music was:
"Moonlight in Vermont" Frank Sinatra and Linda Ronstadt
And a plethora of Disney songs, primarily from Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. :D
And yes... we still have Bibbidi-Bobbodo-Boo stuck in our head.