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)

172. Into Every Life

AUTHOR NOTE: I wanted to give a very special thanks to Gloria for being a wonderful and supportive sounding board who told me sometimes it was okay to say... screw it. ;)

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Curling a lock of hair to frame her face, Liz checked her look in the mirror... a slow smile gracing her lips.

Watching Red in the mirror's reflection, her eyes twinkled as the man looped his tie with a relaxed air. A slight flush tinted her cheeks, for she knew the reason for his languid movement and content gaze.

Liz couldn't help feel a bolster in confidence, for she alone had put that serene smile on his face.

After their earlier discussion, where Red had shared a rather sordid snippet of his past, she had felt a mixture of uncertainty, anxiety and embarrassment that she lacked such experience.

Red had led such an interesting life, full of mystique and intrigue. It never occurred to him to shy away from experimentation. Instead, the man grabbed any new experience thrown his way with both hands; his goal to study and understand the subject to the fullest extent.

Slowly, but surely, Liz found herself adopting the same outlook on life. Or was trying to, at least. She had felt a sense of trepidation earlier, but fought against that anxiousness and uncertainty, attempting to embrace the unknown.

It helped to know Red would be there to guide her along, but also catch her should she fall.

Red had been a conscientious lover since day one. Today, however, the attentiveness he offered went far beyond her wildest expectations.

The focus he displayed, adapting his vast experience to bring her maximum pleasure, left her reeling. The sex had been incredible. The spanking... astounding. What a statement, one she thought never to make. Her cheeks, in every sense of the word, were getting a workout today.

She sensed by Red's reaction, her response to his... discipline had been rather unanticipated, but very arousing for both participants.

More exciting, Red responded in kind... giving her one of the most intense, passionate fucks of her life.

The experience had been sensually explosive, erotically satisfying.

Red has always been expressive and vocal when they made love, but the sight of the man feverishly driving his erection into her body had been as arousing as the sensation itself. His rough, rasping groan at climax had been so raw and powerful, Liz felt it as acutely as her own.

Even now, she could feel the thick impression of his cock inside her as the sweet tang of sex hung heavy in the air between them.

Considering the man's scandalous past, she felt quite accomplished that she alone could inspire such unbridled enthusiasm from her lover.

By the time they reached the pool, she felt emboldened by the experience they shared and it showed. She had no idea it showed, of course, but others noticed a change.

Given their past relationship, Liz had been surprised how easy flirting with Red had evolved. It was a bright spot in her day when she could offer the man a beguiling smile or teasing brush of her lips against his.

Today, that all changed, for the better, in her humble opinion. She not only used words, but actions to entice Red.

Using some of what was already in her arsenal, she upped the ante and drew attention to her body itself whenever the opportunity arose, for that sexy feeling lingered. She felt very pretty and desirable still.

Smoothing a hand down the curvature of her side, the action gained Red's immediate and rapt attention. Tugging the laces at her hip, she adjusted the bows, drawing attention to her thigh. Moments later, she tugged the cups covering her breasts just so, offering the man a peek of her pale breast.

Red's exterior remained cool and aloof, as always, but once in their room... his demeanor drastically altered.

Having barely closed the door behind them, Red pulled her into his embrace, lifting her bodily, carrying her the few feet to the bedroom.

Glancing to her left at the now crumpled remains of her suit laying haphazardly on the floor, images of Red's lust reaching a fever pitch flooded her mind.

In his haste, the man urgently pulled at the strings holding her bikini in place, yanking her top free in one confident tug. Her damp breasts pricked in the cool air, drawing her nipples into sharp, throbbing points.

Once Red lowered her to the floor, his mouth warmed the chilled flesh as he discarded the small triangle of fabric covering her mons.

Before she knew it, she was flat on her back, her legs spread by the bulk of Red's warm body.

All in all, the afternoon had been a very productive one, in Liz's opinion.

"Are you almost ready, sweetheart?" Red asked in passing, brushing his hand along her bottom as he walked past. The act was so natural, he barely registered it, as if he had to touch her somewhere personal... private, even unconsciously.

Securing her earring, Liz checked the mirror one last time, pleased with her reflection. "Yes, I'm ready."

Yes, she was more than ready for anything that came her way. Ready... and eager.

---

Guiding Lizzy through the throng of remaining guests, Red absently nodded to associates in passing as they neared their table.

"Oh, Susan and Michael are back." Liz pointed to the couple she had just noted across the way. Sighing lightly, she masked her disappointment.

She secretly hoped there would have been some sort of delay, but now, with the jet returned, it truly meant they would be departing this wondrous place tomorrow, as planned.

Determined to enjoy their evening, Liz tamped down on her melancholy thoughts, intent on relishing this last hurrah before their amazing getaway came to a close.

Dinner was a fabulous affair, lavish with incredible food and drink. Mark had outdone himself, as usual. It was as if his guests' pleasure transferred miraculously to himself somehow.

"You all look as though you participated in an old west bar-room brawl." Susan scolded the battered and bruised men about the table. "... And the cows won."

Francis' brow furrowed. "Cow?"

Liz glanced to Susan's meaning, wincing sympathetically for the black eyes, busted lips, and general swelling visible on most of the males present.

Red, of course, remained in pristine condition. He gave the men the once over, chuckling for the display.

The guys looked one another over with a critical eye, then each broke into retroactive grins.

"You're impossible." Susan scoffed her disgust. Stabbing her pie with her fork, she shook her head woefully. "The lot of you."

"Oww," Ben halted his grin, grimacing painfully. "Shit, that's hurts." He tenderly prodded his sore lip. "This is somehow your fault, Francis. I don't know how, but I'm putting the blame squarely on those lily-white shoulders."

"My shoulders are tanned to perfection, as anyone at this table can attest." Francis differed between mouthfuls of food. "You, sir, are just jealous of that perfection. Tell the truth. Get it out for once. Release the burden you carry."

"I can't even kiss my woman." Ben motioned accordingly. Amy threw him a sympathetic pout.

"You're welcome." Francis bowed minutely to an amused Amy Reese.

"Are you taking his side?" Ben took umbrage.

Amy threw yet another sympathetic pout.

"Well, at least you redeemed yourself... you won the game." Michael heard the gossip, reminding one and all. "Good on you!"

"Don't patronize me, Michael." Ben's eyes narrowed.

Michael leaned Red's way, smirking. "I actually meant that as a compliment... for once." He muttered.

Sighing, Red grinned for all the bickering. "...And a good time was had by all."

Ben gave up the fight, shrugging mentally, but with one last narrow-eyed glance Michael's way.

"How are you feeling, Francis?" Liz asked of her best-friend's welfare.

"Like I got mowed down, stomped on, put through a blender, then a vegetable grinder," Francis winced, cradling his ribs, "then kicked a couple dozen times." He straightened slowly, kinking his body, grimacing. "What asshole does that... kicks someone who's down."

"...You." Ben muttered sotto voce.

Red cut the man a look, grinning for the cutting remark. "Sweetheart," he sat his napkin aside, "would you care to dance? Get away from the negativity a while?" He offered a sobering reprimand to his constituents.

Beaming happily, Liz nodded her acceptance, taking Red's hand as he pulled her seat back.

"I gotta piss..." Francis remarked in passing, mindless of the suffering looks of his companions.

"There is a better segue into such a delicate subject, Francis, surely." Susan scowled.

"Okay," Francis drawled, "I gotta wee-wee, tinkle, drain the lizard–"

"Go away..." Susan gave the man a long suffering look.

Francis grinned, hastily tossing his napkin aside. "Yeah... I gotta go!"

The gathered occupants scattered, most heading for the dance floor, some pursuing their own interests.

Taking Lizzy's hand in his, Red pulled the woman into frame, casually falling in step with the beautiful melody the live band played.

"This has been the most magical," Liz soaked in the ambiance, "enchanting holiday I've ever experienced." She closed her eyes, following Red's lead without hesitation, her chin resting on his shoulder. "It's been a fairytale come true."

"Has it?" Red's husky voice was tinged with pleasure, for her words delighted him.

"I feel like..." Liz trailed off, her emotions churning pleasantly.

"What do you feel, baby?" Red murmured, rubbing his fingers idly along Lizzy's back.

"Before...everyday felt bleak and monotonous," Liz confessed, "it was like I was stuck in an endless loop with no hope in sight."

Remaining silent, Red allowed the woman to voice her thoughts. He knew the sensation, oft times in his life, experiencing moments like that.

"Until, of course," Liz's mouth twitched in amusement, "you came riding in like a white knight and broke me free of my prison."

"I have a soft spot for damsels in distress." Red replied conversationally, hiding his delight in being viewed in such a manner. "What can I say?"

"You really have made me feel like a fairytale princess," Liz said, her lips twitching humorously, "well, minus the lush hair, of course, and woodland creatures for friends."

"I don't know," Red teased, "Francis' obsession with his nuts could classify him a squirrel..."

Snorting under her breath, Liz giggled quietly.

Threading his fingers through Lizzy's long hair, Red twirled the thick silk about his fingers. "I also happen to believe your hair is stunning. It's about as lush as it gets."

"You do?" Liz brightened, enjoying Red's seeming fascination with her locks. She flushed with pleasure.

"I have developed a weakness, dare I say, infatuation for brunettes," he leaned, inhaling the soft burst of shea and vanilla, "with soft, long hair." he murmured, playing with the dark strands. "It's one of your finest attributes besides," the man gave her a lingering once over, "... a body a goddess would envy."

"And here you are," she sighed blissfully, "making me feel beautiful again."

"In any case," Red held the blue eyes which stared raptly at his own, "unlike your counterparts, the stroke of midnight will not turn your carriage back into a pumpkin."

"Maybe a Mercedes." Liz teased.

"Midnight only allows us a new day in which to continue the journey," he continued undaunted, "and new adventures afforded us... and a Mercedes if you wish."

Lifting to her toes, Liz kissed the man's delicious mouth, for he said the sweetest things ever.

"Are you gonna set me up in a castle, Prince Charming?" Liz fluttered her lashes playfully.

"It can be arranged," Red replied blandly. "... I own one, after all."

Liz blinked, comprehending that statement. "You... have a castle?"

"Yes... well, I have two." Red corrected himself. "One in Germany. One in Wales."

Liz tried to wrap her mind around such information.

"I should mention, however," he said, kissing Lizzy's sweet mouth, "before beginning our journey, you must marry me first."

"Is that so?" Liz was more than agreeable to the annex, but how the two connected was interesting, nonetheless.

"Yes," Red nodded seriously, "the fairytale demands it, doesn't it. The fair lady always marries her prince, so that they may live... happily ever after."

"Well then, who are we to upset tradition?" Liz murmured, kissing Red's soft mouth right back.

"In fact, we should act with the utmost urgency," Red whispered, moving intimately closer, "as I have compromised you... countless times."

"That's right." Liz nodded slowly, feigning shock. "You've all but tarnished my pristine virtue," she muttered affectionately, "you unscrupulous rake. How did I allow such an unseemly breach?"

"I can paint you a picture," Red sighed lightly, "or better yet," he glanced down to Lizzy's lower half lecherously, "take photos along the way to document just how I go about breaching your–"

"Mr. Reddington!" Liz whispered her shock, playing her part well. "I am quite scandalized."

"I haven't quite sullied your purity... just yet," Red rasped in her ear. "I am making stellar progress towards that goal, however, I hope you agree."

Biting her inner cheek, Liz fought to hold her stern expression... losing the fight miserably in the end.

"What is it they say?" Red mused, his gaze a smoldering one. "The night is young... and hope springs eternal."

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Pushing his way from the men's room, Francis cricked his neck, popping the tightness away as he scanned the surrounding crowd.

Taking in the scene, his mind and body relaxed. He couldn't believe he seriously thought about not attending Mark's invite this year. He watched his friends, all carefree and happy, his mood brightening.

The ladies chatted animatedly as they stood about, enjoying their drinks. Danny butted into the small circle, coaxing Emmie to follow him with that infamous Texas charm.

Francis grinned for such antics and secretly admired the guy's balls.

The girls graciously allowed the bulky man to steal their friend away, a knowing look on their faces. Women had mastered the art of eye rolling centuries past, Francis realized early on.

Francis shook his head when Danny hurriedly ushered the red-head down the hall, guiding Emma back into a hidden alcove. The man stole a ravenous kiss from the giggling woman.

Leaving the couple to their antics, Francis scoped the area for more intrigue. Perhaps even he could seek a little salacious behavior if he sought hard enough. Sadly, none was found. Francis scowled for the fact.

"Excuse me, Francis." A man interrupted, patting Francis' shoulder. The guy offered a smile.

"Oh, shit, sorry." Francis stepped from the entrance he blocked, allowing the man to pass.

Walking amongst the crowd, Francis finally caught sight of Mark, Ben and some interloper across the way. He smiled reflexively when the trio laughed at some unheard remark.

Watching the group a few moments, Francis' mood lifted as Red and Lizzy literally waltzed into view.

The young man took in his friends for a goodly spell, content to do so.

Red grinned affectionately as Lizzy once again dropped her gaze, watching their steps with concentrated intent. Continuing their fluid movement, Red lifted her eyes to meet his with a gentle gesture. He swirled the woman about playfully in the next instance.

Flushing her delight, Lizzy's smile widened. Her partner drew her into his arms, gradually dropping her back into a low, graceful dip. Lizzy giggled infectiously, wrapping her arms about Red's neckline, rewarding the suave man with a kiss.

Sighing heavily for his own lot in life, for he was minus a female companion at present, Francis gestured to a passing server, scoring a glass of chilled champagne. Handing the man a bill, he nodded his gratitude before once again scoping out the large, festive surroundings.

Mark really had done a remarkable job with the renovations. Not that there had been anything wrong with the previous decor per se, but it had been rather dark and subdued.

Now, the place felt vital and alive like never before.

Francis paused in his musings as the sounds of music and laughter echoed about the massive space. Tilting his head curiously, he wondered... was it the renovations, or the guests inhabiting the place which made it feel so vibrant?

Was it the enchantment of the evening itself? One last moment before this magical mystery tour ended?

Once people walked through the festooned entrance, everyone appeared more than willing to set aside grudges and conflict. Long held animosities melded into misty whiffs of fog dissipating on a shared laugh. Differences were forgotten, pushed aside as partners glided about the dance floor, animatedly discussing anticipated contacts made for later in the week.

Mark was a damned miracle worker in Francis' opinion. What personally took him months of careful preparation and wooing, could be accomplished here in record time over a Texas style barbeque.

Were his contemporaries like him? Tired of the mayhem, betrayal and bloodshed? Were they so exhausted and in dire need of a mental break, they grasped hold of the frivolity and amusement offered like it was a lifeline?

Even Red, who never before stayed more than a couple days in the past, seemed to have fallen under the spell cast.

He had a vague recollection of Red, beer in hand, laughing around a bonfire after an impromptu game of football, but that happened over twenty damn years ago. God, had it been that long?

Glancing back towards his friend, the images blurred, then overlapped one another. Red laughed just as he did then, but beer was suddenly replaced by a tumbler of scotch, the bonfire... Lizzy.

Had Red found some sort of serenity here, like Francis had? Or was it perhaps the company Red now kept that brought such light and warmth to his life?

Lizzy had been added to the equation. She was a very important addition, all around.

Francis supposed it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. All he knew for certain was... he was really going to miss this place.

Cutting his eyes to the right, Francis smirked when Mark dropped his head back, obviously aggravated by whatever it was the hotel manager was murmuring in his ear. Duty was rearing its ugly head.

Excusing himself, Mark nodded to Ben and their companion before taking his leave.

Lifting the flute in his hand, Francis wracked his brain to recall the identity of Ben's associate, to no avail. He knew the guy from somewhere, but couldn't grasp the time or place.

Was he getting old? No! Of course not! The association had simply been forgettable, surely.

Who the hell knew, more to the point, who cared? They were leaving tomorrow. Why ruin the evening with worries of vague impressions of a guy who didn't matter at all, really?

Sipping the cooled champagne, his mouth filled with the crisp flavor of apples and melon, which was enjoyable, but a hiss of aggravation interrupted his quiet musings.

"I said I'd do it, dammit!" The snippy retort chilled the air.

Frowning, Francis peered about the pillar he leaned against, locating Michael and Susan tucked back by a large fern.

Both appeared tense, Susan exasperated, which was the woman's natural modus operandi. The Brits were difficult to decipher at times, always suppressing any real emotion... not like now.

"Stop worrying about what the others..." Susan scolded tartly, "what Red thinks and just do it already!"

"That the others won't care, and who the hell cares what they think, really." Michael scowled, crossing his arms stubbornly across his chest. "Red..." he shook his head, "he'll kick up a hornet's nest, and you damn well know it."

"Why? Because you believe it involves Elizabeth." Susan scoffed.

"It does involve, Elizabeth." Michael stressed his ire. "She is the fulcrum of the matter, now isn't she!"

Backing out of sight, Francis' frown deepened. What the hell could Michael possibly be involved in, the group would get pissed off about... more specifically, Red? But more to the point, what the hell did Lizzy have to do with anything?

"Business is business, Michael." Susan grated irritably. "Red knows that!"

"I think Red would beg to differ!" Michael whispered sharply. "We'll talk about this later, dammit! This is not the time nor place."

Michael and Susan walked to the ballroom, hesitating in their steps, straightening their postures. Relaxing, both adopted twin smiles before joining the others.

Inching back, Francis slowly peered around the corner, cursing softly under his breath. Was something afoot? This was odd behavior from everyone's favorite English couple.

Rapidly scanning his mind for any business coming in or out of Italy, Francis ran through every possible scenario or associate Red would have a problem with... coming up empty at every turn.

To his knowledge, everyone Michael associated with... Red had also, to some extent. Aside from the usual squabbling over costs or shipping routes; nothing damning really came to mind. Or at least, nothing the group would clash over.

Susan's words suggested just such an occurrence was on the horizon.

Red and Michael had always gotten along. So well, in fact, Francis had never seen the two at odds the entire time he'd known them.

It didn't mean situations couldn't change, of course. Especially since whatever Michael had fallen into involved Lizzy in some manner.

Without more information, Francis was stuck at a crossroads. How could he possibly broach the subject with Red without stirring suspicion, and/or contention over what could be a simple misunderstanding on his part?

Still, Michael never spoke to Susan in such a manner... never. Something was up somewhere.

Taking a hurried step in Ben's direction, Francis hesitated, for it seemed Ben had his own problems.

The smiles and laughter Ben and his associate shared only moments ago had vanished. Contorted scowls, hushed voices and thick tension permeated the air between the men now.

A mishmash of words floated Francis' way. He sauntered forward; the crowd affording him the ability to blend into the surroundings.

"I'm telling you," the stranger was saying, "the money is nothing compared to the very," the man stressed, "favorable connections you'll secure. A virtual cabal, along with the most prestigious players on the planet will be within your reach."

"Maybe," Ben muttered, "but the ramifications..." the young guy shook his head, "how do I know these people will have my back when the shit hits the fan?"

"With the manpower available," the man scoffed, "there won't be time for any sort of ramifications to happen at all."

"At the time, maybe." Ben scowled angrily. "In the long run, I could possibly alienate half my associates based on this..." he searched for the words, "crapshoot."

"Yeah, maybe they'll be pissed for a while." The man shrugged. "In the end, once they see the results gained..." he tossed his hands out at his sides, "they'll know you were right to move on the information."

"I want to know, without doubt," Ben grated, "the backers are in place and offer support. I want to talk to them, hear it myself."

Hurriedly assuring Ben he could set up a meeting, Francis rolled his eyes as the punk threw around a bunch of fancy words and, what he was sure were, empty promises.

Aggravated beyond measure, Francis clamped his jaw tight, reining in the desire to intervene... tell the guy to take a hike.

Sure, the promises made sounded great, fantastic even. In Francis' humble opinion, they also sounded like far-fetched bullshit scenarios that were fraught with liabilities.

In his line of work, associates boasted and bragged about their positions in the organization, but a majority of the time... were only blowhard middlemen.

The money was never even close to what was promised, and the favorable connections were seasoned scam artists who had capable shmucks shill for them to any and all gullible listeners.

The tip off for Francis, however, was how the guy expected Ben to act against his close associates without careful consideration.

It didn't sit right Ben had never met, let alone even spoke, with the people controlling the purse strings.

It was one thing to act on a deal on a whim when the opportunity came from a trusted source such as Red or Antonio.

It was another when the information was supplied by some half-rate go-between. If Ben was smart, he'd tell the prick to take a long dive off a short pier.

Plus, too, he never trusted someone with such a shitty, pretentious accent. What was that? Turkish? Greek?

Francis was weighing his options when a third party interrupted his meanderings.

Mark approached, smiling affably. Both Ben and his counterpart shut the hell up, returning the gesture.

Offering Mark a farewell handshake, the unknown antagonist made his excuses. The man gave Ben one more pointed look before disappearing into the throng of guests.

Following the stranger with his eyes, Francis scowled hard as the man came alongside Michael Fairfax. Slapping the Englishman on the shoulder in open camaraderie, he joined Michael at the bar.

Michael smiled tightly, nodding a 'hello'.

Exchanging words, Michael scowled hard, but nodded at whatever the man was saying before he excused himself from the entire episode.

Francis suddenly disliked the vibes floating around this damned room.

Who the hell was this smarmy bastard? Why was he throwing a shadow over the closing ceremonies for Francis' friends?

Having learned from his own mistakes, as a repeat of those actions could get him killed; Francis learned quickly to trust his gut. Right now, it was telling him, that fucker was up to no good.

Scratching his neck irritably, Francis glanced Red's way, indecision warring within him. Red looked so happy, so... settled.

Lizzy cuddled to Red's side, animatedly gesturing to the music overhead, obviously coaxing the man to dance with her. Smiling indulgently, Red led the woman to an open spot and took her in his arms, swaying the flushed woman to the romantic ballad.

Red would kill him for interrupting his time with Lizzy tonight over a damn business deal. If that was, indeed, all this cloak and dagger shit entailed.

Considering Ben was with Mark, blocking that avenue to discuss the problem, Francis shifted his attention towards Daniel.

Daniel was always a good sounding board.

Francis growled softly when he found his friend otherwise occupied, entangled in his own quarrel. That guy had a low boiling pot. Francis sighed mentally.

What a way to end a pretty good day.

Berating his opponent, Daniel clamped the man's shirt in his beefy fists, shaking the guy hard. The man dangled in Daniel's grasp like a marionette with half its strings severed.

The victim rattled off an obvious apology. The man's lyrical accent sounded so familiar.

Michael and the stranger glanced towards the ensuing melee before they headed to assist in breaking the warring parties apart.

Who the hell were these guys to make trouble, Francis scowled hard for the men throwing a wet blanket over the last night's festivities.

Ben laughed heartily at the spectacle, while Mark tossed exasperated hands into the air. Both men headed for Daniel... and the man he was pummeling into the nice clean, shining floor of Mark's establishment.

Running scenarios in his head, Francis forgot the fracas going on around him, more important matters on his mind. Having come to a decision of sorts, he removed his phone and dialed Antonio. If nothing else, he could get the proverbial ball rolling to some extent.

Whatever the hell was going on with everyone, it was obvious the real world was once again knocking on the door.

---

Red had waved off Francis' attempt to catch his attention, with a reprimanding shake of his head. This was his last night alone with Lizzy. Everything else could wait, otherwise.

Making their way to the suite, Red wrapped his arm about Lizzy's waist, smiling for the woman's lyrical laughter.

Dembe and Silas studiously carried out their duties, at length, opening the door to the suite.

Standing guard, Dembe scanned the corridor as Silas searched the rooms methodically before calling out an 'all clear'.

"We'll see you in the morning." Red smiled at their companions.

"You're staying in for the night?" Silas wanted confirmation.

"Yes," Red confirmed. "Why don't you two enjoy the rest of your evening."

Dembe frowned curiously. "I don't feel comfortable–"

"Really," Red encouraged, "you all should take the evening off. Enjoy the quiet while you can. It's our last night, guys."

Dembe and Silas exchanged a hesitant, skeptical look.

"We're fine." Red assured. "You have your cells and your radios, correct?"

Silas offered a sullen grunt. Dembe inhaled a slow, even breath, exhaling a slight huff of annoyance.

"If you're needed," Red patted his friend's bicep, "you will be the first to know."

"Hotel security is also making their rounds." Elizabeth gestured to a passing guard checking locked doors down the way. "What could happen?"

All men spared her a non-committal sigh.

Silas shrugged. "If you get maimed and/or killed, don't come crying to me."

Liz rolled her eyes for the remark, but more so, the speed at which the man accepted the night off, with little complaint... for Silas was already off, halfway down the corridor. He pulled up short, irritated that he felt he had to wait for a reticent Dembe Zuma.

"I would feel better," Dembe, always one to err on the side of caution, remarked, "if you were to make radio checks."

"Whatever you think best." Red smiled tightly as the time line was set forth for further check in times.

Digging in his pocket, Dembe retrieved the napkin he had been holding since the poker game, handing it over, his look a subdued one.

Red nodded his gratitude, easing the linen inside his pocket. "Good evening, gentlemen."

"... And you too, Silas." Liz smiled politely at her guard, whose expression amused her.

"Yeah, get bent." Silas berated the jab. "And eat me..."

"In your dreams." Liz responded gaily.

Gesturing Lizzy inside, Red closed and locked the door firmly behind him.

Turning, he smiled, finding Lizzy's curious gaze set upon his face.

"We'll get to this... later." Red patted the pocket gingerly, mindful of Lizzy's frown of discord.

"Right now, I'm curious if you needed to discuss what happened earlier?" Red knew well enough the woman had replayed events. "If you had any questions?"

"I watched them," Liz confessed. "Harper and..."

"...Lily." Red supplied the woman's name.

"Harper and Lily," Liz continued, "and you were right."

She was loathed to admit, Harper had stepped up to the plate just as Red promised. Watching the couple throughout dinner, Harper had been solicitous, outgoing and attentive.

Whatever the case, his attention produced the desired results.

In a bid to become better acquainted, but also keep pressure low, Harper secured a private table tucked back away enough from prying ears, but within a social setting.

It appeared, at first, Harper carried the conversation, but as time wore on... Lily finally joined in, her smile a constant by the end of the evening.

The atmosphere between the two was very relaxed, at length, something Liz was astonished to witness, never believing to see it pass.

Red nodded slowly, understanding what Lizzy referenced. He, too, had observed the interaction between the couple with a keen eye.

"Just like any man," Red shrugged, "Harper has his faults... but when the chips are down, he's not one afraid to get dirty."

"I'll reserve judgement at this time," Liz replied, then sat forward, eyeing Red sharply, "but I don't want to simply walk away from her, Red. Let's keep an eye."

Holding his expression, Red inclined his head. "As you wish."

Both fell silent a moment, ruminating over the day's events.

"Have you had any further thoughts," Red broke the quiet, "on the other matter, the private one? Between us?"

"Yes," Liz's brow pursed thoughtfully, "well, I have questions."

Sitting back into the couch, Red lay his arm along the back, opening himself to all inquiries. "And they are."

"I'm not sure how to broach the subject exactly." Liz confessed. "How to put it into words."

"Let's begin with something simplistic, then." Red offered magnanimously. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," Liz responded quickly, then flushed at her hastened response. "I mean," she sighed internally, "I enjoyed your attention," she shrugged minutely, "even the... physical part... to an extent."

That was a wonderful starting point in Red's humble opinion. "You mean the spanking." He held his amusement.

Drawing her finger along the seam of the armrest, Liz fell silent a moment, wondering how to express her thoughts.

"In past relationships," she began slowly, "I felt there was little attention paid to my needs, to...well," she struggled to find the words, "all the marks were hit, of course, but..."

"It was just sex." Red filled in the blanks. "All participants went through the motions, as if you were a means to an end to simply satisfy a sexual need."

"Yes," Liz murmured quietly, "yes, that exactly." she nodded. "...I felt a disconnect. The actual intimacy I needed wasn't there."

Red understood Lizzy more than she realized, for he felt the same with Carla frequently.

"With you," Liz lifted her eyes to meet his, "I don't feel that."

It pleased Red to hear those words... that praise. He smiled gently at her.

"You are so engaged in our activity," she continued, "you draw me in physically and mentally. You make me feel connected, in every sense of the word." She confessed. "I feel... free."

Red's heart warmed, knowing he made Lizzy feel that way.

"You make me feel that it's acceptable to explore and experiment." Liz shared her feelings on the matter.

"I hope you do feel that." Red murmured. "I want you to feel comfortable coming to me... for anything."

Liz's eyes shone with love and appreciation. "I do feel that, so I hope you don't take offense when I say," she took a breath, "while I may not know everything about the community we spoke of earlier," she said, "I know enough to question my ability to become completely subservient... even with you."

"I wouldn't want that, so the question is moot." Red shared his thoughts on the matter. "That is not the, end all be all, Elizabeth. At least, on my part."

"No?" Liz questioned the man's sincerity. "I thought every male fantasized about it."

"No," Red turned slightly in his seat, facing the woman squarely. "As I said, I enjoy certain aspects, but that specific one is neither here nor there."

Liz nodded slowly, comprehending the words.

"Take it or leave it." Liz concluded, receiving a nod of agreement from Red. "I mean, I could obey you to a certain extent and–"

Red snorted quietly, involuntarily chuckling under his breath.

Liz frowned in response, tsking slightly. "Well, I could."

"Uh huh." Red clearly thought otherwise, but shrugged carelessly. "Why bother, that... your disobedience, makes the game more appealing, in my opinion."

Red watched Lizzy blink rapidly, her expression amusing him.

"I told you," Red sat forward, leaning his elbows into his thighs, "I do not subscribe to any one set of rules... especially in the bedroom."

Red Reddington enjoyed challenges. Did he view her obstinance as one?

"What is of interest to one person," he continued, "does not necessarily transfer to me... or us, for that matter."

She knew that, of course, for the simple fact, she would never have the courage or inclination to share the things she did with Red with anyone else.

"Yes," Liz agreed, "I understand that."

"Fortunately, there are many traits and..." Red's eyes swept Liz's frame, "activities we both seem to enjoy from many realms."

Liz nodded slowly, agreeing with his outlook. "I am receptive to further exploration and experimentation to find what appeals to us... are you?" She waited anxiously.

"Very much so." Red didn't hesitate.

The man's acceptance sent a shivering thrill through Liz's veins, one she hadn't expected. It was quite exciting, and incredibly arousing, to know some hidden and long-held fantasies she carried may possibly be fulfilled one day.

"You stated earlier," she forged on, eager to gauge Red's interest in further detail, "you enjoyed displaying a certain level of... assertiveness."

"I do." Red's deep voice rumbled. "I most certainly do, yes."

Containing her excitement, Liz cleared her throat softly. She may kill two birds with one stone if she played her cards right.

"As you are receptive to furthering exploring possible avenues of intimacy," she carefully worded her point of interest, "I am receptive to you increasing the level of intensity where you might assert your... domineering nature."

Red's mouth tilted at the corner, his suspicions confirmed. He had a damn good idea where this conversation was leading, but to hear it all said aloud was as fascinating as it was sexually stimulating.

"...Really." He mused quietly.

As they had done with many aspects of their romance to date, they had once again opened negotiations. Only this time... it involved the terms of their sex life.

Lizzy wasn't just receptive to his dominance, she was eager to experience more of that side of him. Within reason, of course.

Musing quietly to himself, Red pondered how to explore such an activity without actively pursuing the Dom/Sub lifestyle. It was possible, of course, but how to suggest guidelines was tricky.

Tamping down his sudden eagerness to investigate that area of their lovemaking, Red analyzed the information objectively.

By sheer luck, up to this point, he read the signs Lizzy provided with ease, adapting to her needs fairly well, he hoped.

Now, however, considering the woman knew without doubt Red welcomed her complete freedom to explore her sexuality, were she to share a fantasy using only actions... could she knock him off-kilter one day?

"Is there anything," Liz interrupted Red's meanderings... the quiet, "of interest you wish to explore further?"

So focused on Lizzy's interests and needs, Red forgot to take his own into consideration.

Could he use this opportunity to actually share a part of himself he had never shared with a lover before? Did he trust that much? Even with Elizabeth? Especially this woman. He did not wish to offend or... alienate.

He would not have hesitated with Madeline Pratt, for she was an experienced worldly woman... but he did not trust the woman at all, especially not with an inner, private desire he had kept under wraps to date.

Normally, he might say everything sexual with Lizzy was of interest to him, and something he wanted desperately to explore. In this instance, however, he had been offered a golden opportunity.

An avenue, a fork in the road, if you will, had been opened to him, and he grabbed hold of it. "I enjoy role-playing very much." He blurted, then cursed mentally. That was not a good lead in... at all.

Liz felt a stir of excitement coil tight in her tummy. Just the few role-playing games she enjoyed with Red had been very stimulating, not to mention arousing. More so, they had been incredibly fulfilling.

"I enjoy that too." She eagerly confessed.

"Should one of us wish to pursue a certain scenario," he quietly posed, forming his thoughts, "is there a specific way in which we approach the subject?"

Liz fell silent, thinking on the matter. How would she go about letting Red know she wanted to do certain things?

Any way imagined seemed to ruin the spontaneity or mood of the moment.

Were they years into their lovemaking, Red felt he would know Lizzy and what her needs were at any given time.

But as they were just becoming better acquainted, to assume anything on his part would be arrogant and presumptuous. He waited patiently for Lizzy to share her ideas.

"...A code word." Liz mumbled, fumbling awkwardly. She looked back at Red, nodding decisively. "Yes, a code word, of sorts."

Beyond curious, Red focused on the woman lest he miss a word. "Such as?"

"Well," Liz nibbled at her lip, thinking, "if I were to call you, Sir..." she offered an example, "or something of that nature," she hurried on, "wouldn't you know I was open to you being assertive?"

Red had to admit, just hearing the word pass Lizzy's sweet lips stirred something primordial deep inside him.

"I see." Red controlled his libido. "That actually might work, if I'm understanding the parameters suggested."

"Then I suppose, if I were to use the terms," she searched for honorific titles, "professor, officer, doctor," she lifted coy eyes, "or Captain..."

Red's smoldering eyes flashed in response to the scenarios put forth, an eagerness to play now, overwhelming him a brief moment.

"... You would know the scenario of interest, right?" Liz hoped that suggestion would suffice, for no others really came to mind at present.

"I could work with that," Red replied, for each suggestion she offered conjured all sorts of sordid and titillating images. "...I would know exactly what to do with you."

The man's roughened voice and penetrating gaze thrilled Liz, as did the veiled promise to give over an exciting, titillating experience for both participants.

"And of course, you always have our safe word should the play become," Red interjected his own thoughts and desires into 'play, "too rough say or... uncomfortable for you."

"What do you mean" Liz asked innocently.

"If we were to play, I don't know... the pirate and the uh..." Red searched for a fitting example.

"The pirate who raided a ship, taking an English governess hostage for ransom?" Liz described a scenario. "Oh, oh! Or... the pirate catches a waif stowaway onboard, who then has to pay," she stressed the word, "her way or risk being thrown overboard."

Red's brow furrowed, for either scenario oddly worked well for the example he wished to make. "Yes, should the pirate wish to..."

"Ravish?" Liz helpfully suggested.

"Yes, I guess... that fits well enough." Red agreed the word was a suitable enough one. "You want to have the ability to say no, stop–"

"Don't touch me there, you brute." Liz eagerly added. "See, I'm following...I'm right there with you." She motioned animatedly back and forth between them.

"Yes," Red held his smile, "that exactly. Or, for example, were we to play..." he thought over a couple dozen ideas.

"The Viking and the innocent village maiden?" Liz murmured, her own eyes glazed.

"Well... yes, I suppose that would work." Red shrugged before continuing on. "The Viking wished to restrain the village maid-"

"Innocent village maiden." Liz corrected sternly.

Red nodded after a moment's hesitation. "...Restrain the innocent village maiden, the safe word offers you the chance to alert me to your discomfort, if the need arose."

Glancing at the now silent woman, Red wondered over her thoughts. "Does the idea of being restrained... bother you?"

"I didn't say that." Liz balked hastily.

"It's just something I," he sighed mentally, "personally find arousing." He forced a smile. "I find everything about you arousing, so it isn't an issue if–"

Liz felt slighted somehow. "No, there shouldn't be any places we fear treading together, should there?" She questioned. "What if I wished to portray one of my fantasies, say... I don't know," she shrugged, "the King and the courtesan. You know they existed, right?"

"That's what I heard, yes." Red's brows lifted in surprise for how quickly these hypotheses came to her, chuckling throatily, curious to whether they were fantasies Lizzy held.

"And I wanted you to..." Liz searched her mind for scandalous images, "you know like, you order me to do your bidding and give you passionate, mind-altering ecstasy that makes you feel as though you've treaded the edge of heaven itself..." her eyes took on a dreamy-like quality.

"You've thought about this a lot... haven't you." Red murmured, impressed despite himself.

"But you found the idea questionable without giving it further exploration..." she scoffed at the very idea, "I would feel like I couldn't share future fantasies with you, right?"

Red's head was reeling. "I assure, I am taking mental notes even as we speak."

"If you shut off that part of yourself off from me, without a compromise even, that would be wrong... right!"

Regaining his equilibrium, Red comprehended all that was said.

"I feel it would, yes." He had that distinct impression. "We are treading into unknown territory." He pointed out. "There will be pitfalls and wrong turns, surely, until we feel out each other's desires, is all I'm saying."

"We are trying to minimize those times now, though." Liz countered. "By discussing matters openly. I sense things too, Red." She almost pouted. "You just shut me out of something that seems really important to discuss."

"I'm not doing that." He realized he was, however, amending. "I don't mean to."

She waited.

"I don't want to offend you and what I'm... wanting to ask might be too much at this stage." He tried again. "We could bring it up at a later date, perhaps?"

Liz's face fell. "Oh... o-okay. Whatever you think."

"Before you over think things," Red interjected, "utilizing a safe word does not ruin a moment."

"It doesn't?" Liz thought the observation a strange one. She assumed, if she were to use it, the whole scenario would come to a halt.

"It is merely used as a tool to pause the game," Red assured. "It lets me know," he laid out the uses for it, "I need to alter the course of our game physically or emotionally... or even plot wise."

Liz frowned a moment. "You mean," she asked plaintively, "if things aren't unfolding the way I want, using the safe word merely directs the game down a different path?"

"Yes, exactly. I can do that." Red was pleased she followed along. "And...I'll be honest with you."

Liz sat forward, listening attentively.

"I very much wish to explore your sexual desires," Red's tone caressed the woman, "your fantasies," the man murmured, "... and mine."

Liz's brows lifted curiously, wishing more than anything to hear about Red's fantasies and all they entailed.

"I believe I know your tastes well, but," he searched for the words, "my desire to discover what brings you the most intense pleasure..." his jaw worked restlessly, "is an obsession of sorts."

"I feel the same way, Red." Liz assured, reaching to clasp Red's hand.

"For instance, I may introduce role playing, toys," Red warned, "that may push limits you aren't even aware exist."

"I trust you, Red." Liz whispered, her center heating with the emotions he evoked.

"I hope I have gained your trust. I'm sure I have... to a certain extent." Red squeezed Lizzy's fingers gently, softening the observation.

"This, what we're embarking on," he continued slowly, "considering your past... and recent events," the seriousness of the man's tone held Liz's rapt attention, "I find a modicum of comfort you know without doubt... you are the one ultimately in control."

Liz's heart hammered against her rib cage, holding Red's gaze steadily.

"With your guidance," he believed with all his heart, "I think the trust between us will become an unbreakable bond."

Leaning towards one another without thought, their lips met in a gentle caress... which melded into a prurient passion within seconds.

Just when she didn't think it was possible to love Red more than she already did, the man proved her wrong.

Being aware of how much Red desired her, that he too wished to push boundaries, it mean a great deal... and yet; he was man enough to step back and allow her lead.

Maybe Red was right, and they would achieve another level of trust... for his actions just now heightened that bond they shared.

Slowly breaking the soft touch of their lips, Red smiled warmly, brushing his fingers along Lizzy's cheekbone.

"Now," Red rumbled quietly, "onto other matters." He said, retrieving the napkin from his pocket containing the answer to the side bet they made earlier.

"Don't cheat." She cautioned. "Don't peek."

"How much am I worth?" He said, handing over the folded napkin, chuckling at Lizzy's shocked expression.

"You peeked!"

"I assume, I guessed right." Red retorted. "And no, I did not peek, as you well know."

Adopting a stoic expression, Liz unfolded the tiny square, holding it aloft for Red to read.

"So you guessed right, big deal." Liz dismissed airily. "It's a very human thing to think about, for your information!"

Reading the flourishing script, Red smiled slowly as he saw his words repeated back at him.

"If you're a mercenary little tart." Red teased. "Let me think... how much, huh?" He replied honestly, unsure of the set figure. "Enough to keep you happy and content for a goodly while."

"You answer!" Liz insisted.

"Tell me again, you are not my sugar baby." Red chuckled.

"Red..." Liz pouted.

"Millions," Red replied, his tone sardonic, "and then some."

Liz's eyes widened, her mouth falling agape.

"W-Why do you keep going?" She whispered her awe. "You could take the money, disappear..."

"I promised you," Red smiled affectionately, "I would give you answers to your questions... didn't I."

It staggered the mind Red had subjected himself to years of loneliness, exhaustion, and threats to his life, and was content to continue doing so... all for her.

"If I said, I wanted to leave everything behind and disappear," she hypothesized, "or switch our objective to finding Jennifer, and nothing else... what would you say?"

"Then that is what we would do." Red replied without hesitation. "Nothing, not our love life or the direction our journey takes us, is set in stone, Lizzy."

Red was so adamant, Liz believed him without question.

"Some would say our lives are predestined and the outcome will not be in our favor," Red sighed lightly. "I say... fate brought us together for a reason."

"Which was what exactly?" Liz was genuinely curious how Red viewed things.

"To fight against those who stand in our way to the truth... and win." Red stated the facts as he saw them. "If we happen to make a life of our own in the midst of that battle... we win either way."

Thinking back over the last couple months, Liz realized how much they had achieved, both professionally and personally.

She wondered if those who fought to maintain their decades long secrecy felt nervous by their progress? Or were they simply biding their time, hoping to get them both in their line of sight at the most opportune time?

At one time, she might have been afraid to be placed in the crosshairs, but with Red and his team on her side... she realized, neither scenario inspired much emotion on her end.

Life was what it was.

In all honesty, she was ready and willing to get the ball rolling and put an end to the Cabal, one way or other.

Glancing down at the ring on her finger, the feeling became more prevalent. She had a life to live and was more than ready to do so; preferably without a shadow of deceit hanging over their heads, but whatever. She would face what had to be faced... with this man at her side.

"Our life is what we make it." Liz murmured quietly.

"Yes, exactly." Red nodded, pleased by Lizzy's response.

Ready to move past the seriousness of their discussion, for now, Liz smiled at the man opposite her.

"We made a bet," Liz brought the conversation full circle, "...you won."

"I did, didn't I." Red grinned.

"You did, yes." She said, pushing from her seat.

"Where are you going?" Red trailed after the woman with his eyes.

"Well, I'm assuming you're expecting some sort of sexual encounter?" Liz assumed.

Sitting back in his seat, Red scanned the woman's body with open appreciation. "A man can hope."

Retracing her steps, Liz braced her arms alongside Red, leaning towards him. "This man," she murmured, "would he enjoy seeing what I'm planning on wearing to celebrate his victory?"

Visions of sheer chemises, frilly baby doll slips, and dainty panties came at Red in rapid succession, each mouth watering in their own right.

"He would," Red rasped deeply.

"Well, then..." Liz smiled pleasantly, "give me a few minutes." She placed a lingering kiss on Red's mouth before pushing upright.

Trailing after the woman's retreating figure once more, Red watched Lizzy slowly lift her dress, revealing her long legs to his view. Shaking his head, he cleared the cobwebs, a thought coming to mind.

"Oh, Lizzy..." the man halted the woman in her tracks. She glanced over her shoulder questioningly, dropping the dress back down, giving over her attention. "Why didn't you play cheerleader for me earlier at the poker game?" he teased.

"I figured if I hiked my leg overhead and showed you my panties," Liz shrugged, "it would be a pretty distracting move and I didn't want you to lose my money."

"Hell, the visual alone..." Red mumbled, letting his mind wander, a thought occurring. "... Your money." He chuckled. "Back to square one."

"Sit tight." Her mouth curved into a catlike grin. "Better yet, why don't you enjoy a cigar on the balcony."

Watching the woman proceed on her journey, Red craned his head until she was out of sight.

"Mental note to self," he murmured, "create more opportunities to make bets with Lizzy." He said, pulling a cigar from his satchel.

Retreating to the balcony, Red stepped to the banister, clipping and lighting his cigar with practiced ease.

Flicking his tongue against the textured leaf binding, he blew out the heady smoke, his senses inundated by the opulent and mellow aroma of hazelnut and cocoa bean.

Leaning his forearms on the decorative railing, he stared out over the garden, watching the whimsical and aimless flight of fireflies dancing about the flowers.

Absently puffing on the cigar, he looked further off into the dark landscape.

There was an issue between them. One he had meant to address, but the correct moment had not presented itself.

Lizzy had not faced, let alone come to terms with Edward Costa's assault, not fully. Red sensed as much, and the woman's actions earlier proved his theory. She put on a good front, but he knew she had not completely faced her demons, but perhaps... now was not that time?

Focusing on the hazy glow of the crescent moon reflecting off the lush green treetops, Red felt his mind slip into a neutral state.

Closing his eyes, Red allowed the sounds of the summer night to draw him further under its thrall.

The soft chatter of leaves of the Sycamore trees caught in the breeze, and the consistent fluctuation of cicadas whirring buzz was as soothing as it was nostalgic. He heard the sound many nights at his grandparents' place on summer vacations.

Oddly, an unexpected unease tickled his senses. Red fought the urge to 'start'...a cold chill shivered his frame. His brow furrowed even more so. Was he coming down with something?

Closing his eyes, he attempted to refocus on the sounds and aromas around him for some long few moments... but still couldn't shake the feeling.

What the hell? There was no reason on the face of this earth, at such a time, to feel anything but serenity. Serenity was not the emotion inundating the man.

Sighing his exasperation, he instead did what he did best.

Costa was affecting him as much as Elizabeth, apparently.

Sorting through bits of the conversation of moments ago, Red felt his mind automatically begin prioritizing everything in levels of importance, while simultaneously planning how to rectify any related issues.

It wasn't an easy thing to do... shut off the mind of Red Reddington. Especially when his thoughts centered around Lizzy.

Yes, the Cabal was a problem and he would have to handle the problems they created... but not right now.

Right now, his priority was Lizzy, and what steps he could take to bring them closer together, and shift the slight imbalance he sensed.

Imbalance... yes, there was an imbalance somewhere.

While he wasn't alarmed by the sensation, nor overly concerned... he still wished it be addressed and corrected before it could unsettle the perfection they accomplished.

Blowing the smoke up and away from the opened doorway, Red ran through scenarios at breakneck speed, gathering solutions as he went along.

Lizzy was casually dismissing her emotions where Costa was concerned.

Red knew from experience, battling such trauma, and ignoring it only heightened its effects in the end.

The woman had sailed through Tom and the occasional firefight as, 'it's part of her world now and always would be'.

Silas played a major role, Red knew, in minimizing the backlash from previous incidents.

Silas had not been there when Costa assaulted Lizzy. Red had not been there.

Afterwards, of course, they were there.

In Red's mind, both men had failed her terribly. Red lived with that guilt, and he knew it weighed on Silas' mind.

Lizzy was pushing everything to the back of her mind, hoping time would heal all.

Red had noted several incidents, however, that spoke of the woman's true emotional state.

She started at the least little noises. If he came up behind her, encircled her with this arms... he could feel the tension and slight tremor of her body.

She laughed it off, saying she was getting paranoid in her old age, or she hadn't heard his approach.

Red recognized it for what it was. Suppressed emotional doubts and fears manifesting themself in physical symptoms.

He lingered a moment, his senses still sharpened. At length, the man shook his head for such meanderings.

Sitting his half-cigar in the provided tray, Red absently watched the smoldering ashes flicker red before it eventually extinguished itself.

The gentle sound of a woman's bare feet padded onto the warmed pavement behind him, interrupting the silence.

"Mr. Reddington..." Lizzy's husky voice murmured seductively, that voice out of a sweet dream.

Pleasant inklings ran through his system... new images ran rampant in his mind, adapting quickly to this rather advantageous opportunity.

Turning about slowly, Red's brows lifted, his gaze traveling the sensual lines of the exquisite form revealed.

"That is so much better than what I fantasized." Red blew out a tremulous breath. He finally allowed himself to blink, if for no other reason but to confirm the vision before him was real.

The woman stood framed in the doorway, the soft light behind her causing a halo effect around her nude body.

"You said you wished to see me?" Liz teased, a smile playing about her full mouth.

Stepping further onto the private patio, Liz felt the gentle breeze caress her flesh, tightening her nipples into tight buds. She liked to think, though; they were simply responding to Red's intense scrutiny.

"I believe I said, I could not envision you being one with nature," Red fell easily into the role provided, "imagine my surprise and delight...I was wrong in my belief."

"I love the feel of the wind on my skin." Liz smiled, sauntering towards the man.

The man grunted softly as she neared his position, his gaze lowering purposely to the dark thatch between her thighs.

"I love the feel... of your skin." The man rasped, encircling Lizzy's waist. "Under my touch... and against my own."

The soft linen of his sleeve brushed along her waist, causing her skin to erupt in gooseflesh. Snuggling to his front, she gasped as she felt the distinct change in temperature around her.

The night air, which had felt tepid, now felt cool against her bare back. Her breasts and mons were warm where they pressed intimately to Red's body.

Red drew the woman flush against his form, rubbing his calloused palm along Lizzy's bottom.

Liz sighed quietly as she felt Red's cock shift restlessly about. Stepping closer into his sphere, she rubbed her mound against his shaft, enticing the thick rod to harden.

Red's eyes slipped closed as his dick jostled about, sensing Lizzy needed it just as much as he did. The meaty width of his crown pushed against the confines of his trousers, teasing his swelling cock head.

"As do I.." Liz murmured, brushing her mouth against Red's.

Red allowed Lizzy's lead, kissing the woman at length. Gingerly flicking his tongue against the plump mouth, he grunted when the woman returned the favor, flickering her tongue teasingly against his own.

Images of the woman doing the same to his cock filled his mind with enticing images.

"You remind me of a wood nymph." He lifted a long lock of hair, which had previously hidden her nipple from view. "A gentle... innocent creature ripe for the taking." Again, his eyes fell to the soft down between her legs.

"Which would entail you being in my bed," Red mumbled, suckling Lizzy's lip gently, "flat on your back, legs spread." He imaged it down to the smallest detail. "Placing your entire trust... in my guidance."

Reaching between them, Liz rubbed her hand along the bulge in Red's pants. Tenderly encircling the now ridged erection with her fingers, she stroked the growing width with an encouraging touch.

"Do you think you can do that... for me?" He asked huskily. Palming the woman's ass cheek, he kneaded the full flesh with deft fingers, teasing erogenous zones in his path.

"Yes," Liz panted quietly, "yes, I could do that."

Taking the woman's ass cheeks in hand, Red hurriedly lifted Lizzy up off the ground. "Wrap your legs..." he trailed off as the woman quickly did as bid. "Yes... just so."

Clasping the woman close, Red took the first steps towards securing their bond... their future.

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Pushing her arms out of his way, Liz raised them above her head, grabbing hold of the headboard, her back arching high off the bed as Red sensually kissed her breasts and sides.

Bracing his arms on either side of the woman's prone form, Red skimmed his hand down the curves of Lizzy's body. Bumping his groin against hers, he smiled with Lizzy's pelvis instinctively tilted upward, sliding her pussy along his erection.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Red readied himself. "Baby, it's time to collect my winnings now." he muttered. "Do you remember the terms of our bet?"

"I agreed, you could do whatever you wanted... Mr. Reddington... Sir." Liz said breathlessly as the man dipped his tongue into the small concave of her belly-button.

"And what a nice bet it was." He murmured hoarsely.

Clenching his jaw, he ran his hands up her arms, tickling her elbows as he went. Dropping his weight against the svelte form beneath him, Lizzy moaned, spreading her legs wider to take more of his weight.

Opening his eyes, Red stared down at the woman until she responded in kind, those blue eyes hazily gazing back at him.

"Safe word..." Red muttered tightly, his mind already miles ahead of where the scenario would eventually lead them.

Liz's eyes flashed with open arousal, her breaths quickening. If Red felt a safe word was advisable... things were about to get very interesting.

Glancing about, the woman's attention fell upon, "...Chandelier." She whispered, her voice a mere wisp of warmth on his face.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, caressing the dip in Lizzy's waist.

"You know I do."

His fingers trailed lovingly up the woman's arm, taking the slender appendages in his wake.

The trek ended with intertwined fingers as Red's thick digits slid sensually between Liz's smaller ones. The man squeezed the warmth more securely.

He lifted his lips from the svelteness of her mouth, his gaze a tranquil one.

"This..." he murmured quietly, "is where I want to be."

He had eased his thigh between the velvet of her own, his pants allowing the heat of her center to sink through to the muscles beneath.

"I thought you wanted me to take a letter." Those blue eyes twinkled mischievously up at him.

Red pursed his lips. "Maybe later." His gaze swept the crush of her breasts to his shirt front. "It can wait," he lifted a smoldering look, "... but I can't."

"You have me at a distinct disadvantage." She moved her hands back and forth between his fingers, for he had transferred his easy grip to her wrists.

"I can work better if my hands are free." She made mention. "There are so many things I can do... with my hands, Mr. Reddington. Have you forgotten?"

"Not likely to forget something of such a sensual nature, Miss. Scott." He smiled pleasantly at the reminder. Holding fast to her wrists, he reaffirmed his grasp more snuggly. "But the truth is... I rather enjoy having your undivided attention, as we are."

He motioned to their current situation.

Liz pulled on her captured wrists, crinkling her nose. "No, really," she held character admirably but Red could already sense her uneasiness, "it's a little uncomfortable... the position."

Red nodded minutely. "There," he allowed more space but retained his hold, "is that better?"

Lizzy was clearly battling a few of those demons Red mentioned earlier.

"You are too... heavy. I can't," she squirmed a little beneath him, "... move."

Red shifted his weight to accommodate her comfort. "I do so enjoy when you... move, Miss Scott," he indicated the compromise, "so there you have it."

Liz swallowed hard. What the hell was happening? Red was just playing a role. She was playing a role. One she, herself, had initiated.

Why did she feel so... anxious? She shook the feeling as best she could, forcing a smile.

Red watched the play of emotions across the expressive face, his heart turning over for what he read.

"This," Red motioned to where his fingers connected with the warmth of her flesh. He could feel the rapid rush of blood pumping through the vein his thumb caressed, "is one of those little... idiosyncrasies I mentioned earlier today. I hope you don't mind. I rather like... working with restraints."

Liz started to hyperventilate, gasping for breath as visions of Edward Costa's leering face flashed in her mind's eye.

"Chandelier!" she practically screamed the word.

Red's finger instantly dropped as he moved back and away, releasing her.

Liz felt the chill of his abrupt withdrawal like a splash of cold water.

The silence was deafening. Liz felt the moment deeply, her cheeks staining crimson, her embarrassment complete.

"I am not... Edward Costa." Red's tone was cool, distant even. Though he tried desperately not to allow it. "That fact you even subconsciously equate me in someway with that... fucker, sickens me, Elizabeth."

"I...I didn't... I wasn't." She blurted. "Oh, my God... no. I... no!"

"Yes," Red's tone softened. "Yes, baby, but... it's okay. Really, it's okay."

"I didn't do that. That's not what's going..." she trailed away. "Oh, my God." she shivered, seeking the comfort of Red's arms, which he supplied instantly. "Red... what's wrong with me?"

Red shook his head, tightening his embrace. "Not one damned fucking thing, baby." He reassured. "Not one thing."

At length, Elizabeth calmed. "I know it's you," she whispered shakily. "I knew and still..."

"Has nothing to do with that." He soothed. "A person's mind goes to a 'fight or flight' mode. Reason, if you're lucky, comes after the fact."

"You told me to call Timothy," Liz stammered, "you said that, but..." she sought his eyes, "I thought I was fine. I did, but I didn't think I needed a psychologist!"

"You are fine," he reiterated. "I'm just so pleased you are really considering Timothy now."

Liz closed her eyes, holding fast to his stability.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled dejectedly. "I'm so sorry, Red."

"Stop." He insisted. "It's just a game." He chuckled his tension away. "We can–"

Liz pushed slightly away. "No." she objected strenuously. "No, I won't have that... that bastard invading my life like this. I won't!"

Red nodded sedately. "Then, what if tomorrow, after we get home, I call Timothy?"

Liz settled in his arms and the room grew quiet again, but this time, it was a more sedate silence. "That would be a good idea."

Red smiled, stroking her hair absently, the cool silk fascinating him.

"...You stopped." She snuggled close. "Just like you said you would."

Red didn't pretend to misunderstand. "Just like I said I would." He smiled. "Of course, I stopped. You have control, Lizzy. Not me, remember."

"I have the control..." she repeated softly, her thoughts private.

Red lay his cheek against the top of the fragrant strands, sighing contentedly.

"Red," Liz shifted, lifting a sensual stare. "Let's resume the game."

Red's pulse jumped erratically, but he calmed the reaction. "I don't think that's a good idea. But we could change the scenario." He offered an alternative.

"I want... that scenario."

"Lizzy..." The man's sigh was a patient one.

"I want that scenario and I want you," she leaned, catching his lips for a brief, passionate moment, "to walk me through the hard parts. With you there, I know I'm safe." Her eyes pleaded. "I need to do this."

"I'm not Timothy, baby." Red balked.

"No, you're Red Reddington, the man I love." She whispered. "The man I trust with all my heart and soul. Help me do this. Help me erase that asshole's hold once and for all."

Red wavered in his convictions.

"Help me get him out of our lives."

A million images ran through Red's mind in a dizzying blur of potential outcomes should they take this further. Some pleasant, some... not so much.

But what if they did hit on something and gain back a little of Lizzy's confidence? What if, when she spoke to Timothy later... she could say she faced this challenge, whatever the outcome?

Swallowing his doubts, Red ran his hand along the woman's side in a gentle caress. "...Miss Scott, I called you here tonight because I have a problem with which you might be able to assist."

Thankfully, he felt the woman's body relax by degrees.

"That is my job, sir... to assist you, is it not?"

"Just so, yes." Red nodded slowly, his fingers eased over the plump mound of her breast with a delicate sweep. "But tonight, you see, I am in a most... peculiar mood. It's difficult to explain to the lay-person, which you are when it comes to this... problem."

"I learn quickly, however. You have said as much." Liz moved more comfortably against Red's warmth. "Are my credentials in question?"

Red's eyes swept the nudity of her body. "It's something I normally would not ask of you."

"You ask so little normally, but give so much." She told the truth in her opinion. "Let me do this for you. I want to."

"Aspects may make you uncomfortable." He shifted a quiet gaze. "Which is the last thing I wish."

"You have overlooked my failings in the past." Liz countered. "My typing skills alone should have negated any chances for such a prestigious position."

"Your typing skills was not what I noted." His eyes swept downward, resting on spots of interest as he went. "I sensed a restlessness, a sense of adventure beneath that perfectly starched blouse and simple black skirt."

Red's palm slid slowly up the bare thigh as he caught her eyes. "I desperately wanted to explore those qualities in you."

"I desperately wanted you to." Liz massaged the back of his neck, sending waves of pleasure down the man's arms. "I was afraid you would choose another candidate. A more experienced one."

"I wanted to be your teacher... your instructor." Red's tone dropped meaningfully. "I wanted to show you how wonderful the journey could be... with the right person."

"I hope that journey isn't at an end." She trailed soft kisses from his temple to the corner of that sensual mouth.

Red's palm slid over the solid flesh of one ass-cheek, his fingers slipping between the sweet crevice, his thumb easing back and forth over the pucker of Lizzy's anal opening.

"It's only just begun." His free hand brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. "So many toys I've not experimented with," he stated wistfully, "...eased inside this little cavern." His middle finger placed a slight pressure on his play area. "Just the thought of watching them slide in... the sound of your soft whimpers of delight as I diligently probe in... and out."

Liz felt her center heat with a rush of fluid. She stifled one of those whimpers, even now.

"All the while, I desire to use this sweet pussy for my own rapacious needs." Red closed his eyes to the vision. "I'm already hard for you... can you feel it?"

Unfastening his slacks, Red shoved the material down his thighs. Hurriedly searching inside the fabric, he produced his engorged shaft, trying desperately to settle his raging libido.

Liz squirmed about, the solid contour of the man's arousal igniting her ardor even more than his words.

"I use that word purposely, for my cock is greedy, Miss Scott." He whispered in her ear, the hoarse rasp delighting her senses. "It is ravenous for your pussy... it covets that tight, suffocating little hole."

"I-I can feel that." She nodded meekly.

Pushing the slacks further down his legs, Red kicked them away, allowing him freedom of movement.

"I want to give you as much pleasure as you give me each time you allow its entrance." He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear, his breath tantalizing. "I have visions of tying your hands, that I might take my hedonist tendencies to a new, more powerful level within... your beautiful body."

Elizabeth shut out the wave of uneasiness she felt, concentrating on the man's hypnotic voice, the touch of his hands... his fingers, which teased so provocatively.

"I long to watch you writhe with unrequited desire." Red spread his palms, the heated center rubbing incessantly over the sensitive peak of her breast. "For I would make you wait for fulfillment, Miss Scott. I would delightfully torture and tease every inch of you... take my time exploring each inch of your flesh."

Elizabeth's body goose-fleshed with each pass of those experienced, loving hands. She moaned melodiously when his thigh nudged hers further apart.

"My tongue longs to taste your clit." Red's lips passed over her full, ripe mouth, stopping to sample the moist delicacy. His fingers rubbed the tiny bud of her clit gently, over and over.

The kiss left the woman weak and pliable. She opened her legs, allowing more access, not even knowing she had.

Red instantly took advantage, his middle finger sliding wantonly down into the wet heat. He stroked the area with meticulous attention to detail.

Elizabeth groaned her gratitude.

"I would linger ever so long on your tiny clit, Miss Scott." Red felt his erection twitch painfully at the prospect. "I promise, I will spend all night simply bringing you to the point of completion, only to pull back to begin the exquisite torture once again."

Liz's breath was becoming more and more pronounced as her body reacted to the stimuli offered.

"I could watch these amazing breasts rise and fall for days on end," his eyes flicked the action hungrily, "feast upon those succulent peaks to my heart's content and there would be nothing to stop me."

Red eased his hand over the slender arm which clung so tightly to his neckline. He lifted, sliding his fingers up and about the smooth flesh, positioning her hand over her head.

Leaning, he caught the tight bud of a nipple, suckling hungrily, swirling his tongue about the tender tip. "I crave the taste of you."

The man curled his fingers about her wrists, shifting slightly, his weight an added incentive to ply those silky thighs wider still.

Slipping into the space, he nestled his pubic hair to hers, his cockhead spilling drop after drop of precious fluid.

He cursed his inability to prevent the useless waste, for he was as deeply involved as the woman at this point.

"I could take my time, use any toy I saw fit... see how many times I could make you come for me," he spread her anus with his fingers, "and when I had you all properly prepared, I would ease my cock into your deliciously snug body, transferring those toys to your clit."

"Oh... shit..." Liz's tremulous exclamation thrilled the man.

"It's all right, Miss Scott." he soothed any frayed nerves. "I can multitask with the best of them."

"God..." she squirmed with need, "please... do s-something."

Red lifted her other arm, his hand surrounding her wrists, holding firm. "Oh, I will do something." The man vowed, noting Elizabeth did not even seem to note just how securely she was being held.

"I will most definitely do something, Miss Scott." He spread his legs, pushing her thigh with the powerful nudge. His penis fell between her legs, the warm rod sliding along the slick surface of her lips.

Red's mouth suckled the ripe breasts voraciously, his teeth nipping the pink nubs playfully from time to time.

The man moved his hips, causing the tip of his penis to massage Liz's nub of pleasure repeatedly. One such attempt lodged his head just inside the ridiculously wet aperture.

Leaning his weight into his arms, Red slowed his movements as Lizzy instinctively pushed against the confinement.

"It's me..." he stressed quietly, inching forward. "It's me, baby." he whispered, nudging her opening with the head of his penis.

Bringing her arms closer together, he set one hand over both, keeping her in place.

Dropping his free hand, he skimmed her breasts as he made for her center. Gingerly gathering her slick arousal, he tenderly circled her clitoris, gradually relaxing the woman.

"Who am I?" He whispered sharply, gasping for control and breath, his fingers tightening about her captured wrists

"Sir..." she mewled.

Red slowed further, the sound giving him pause a moment. So concentrated on Lizzy's physical response, he questioned his own hearing. Had that been a sound of distress... or arousal?

"Who... am I." He demanded a reply, needing to know without doubt, she was here with him. "... Say it, Miss Scott. Give me my name."

"... Mr. Reddington." she whispered reverently.

"Yes..." Red exhaled a sigh of relief. "I never want you to be afraid when we make love." he spoke soothingly to her. "No matter what we're doing." he clarified. "Let go, sweetheart... come back to me."

He felt a slight ease of tension as he slowly worked his way inside her. "It's all right to enjoy what I'm doing to you." He eased into her tightness. Squeezing gently on her wrists as he went. "Because I would never hurt you in any way, shape, or form. I fucking love you, Elizabeth."

He dropped his mouth against hers, feeling her lips responding to his finally... fully... wantonly.

Grunting loudly, Red took the opportunity presented, sinking deeply inside the quivering cleft.

Lizzy welcomed him fervently, soft erotic mutterings escaping her lips. She moaned as he went in deep, his ball sack pressed tightly against her.

Red's eyes stung with tears as he felt Lizzy open to him and relax... completely. She stopped struggling against the hands holding her and slowly opened her eyes.

"It's only us," Red's hushed murmur relaxed her further, "just me and you... together, baby."

He watched the perfect orbs of her breasts jerk quiveringly with each penetrating stab of his cock into the drenched little hole.

The man closed his eyes as emotions descended. He trembled with the need to control the savageness of his desires, for now was not the time for such intensity.

"Look what you are allowing me to do," He slid back and forth, drawing attention to where they were connected, "I want it to be like this always... with nothing between us."

She nodded, she wanted that as well.

"I only want to love you..." Red inched his hands up, clasping her hands in his, interlocking their fingers. She squeezed his hands in return, curling her pelvis to take the man into her willing body.

"That's good, baby." He panted his own involvement. "Move with me... yes." He whispered the raspy request.

The woman continued to move beneath him, her body coiled tight with sexual tension, her sweat dampened hair plastered to her brow.

Caressing the woman lovingly, Red kissed the dark strands before inching downward to her flush cheeks and finally her parted mouth.

For several minutes, he made love to her. Rocking against her gently as they kissed tenderly. Sweet little sounds of her blissful whimpers left him feeling content, his own trepidation vanishing.

"Sir loves you so much..." he said, his voice a mere rasp, gliding easily in the warmth tightening around his girth.

Pumping the hot cradle, Red's own ardor took hold, he could do no less. Holding firm to Lizzy's wrists, he took his pleasure with quick, lingering stabs of pure, unadulterated lust.

Feeling the familiar rise in her stomach as her climax grew near, Liz pushed hard against him, upping the pace. She started fluttering and tightening around his length, gripping his hands tightly, then came.

He slowed as she pulsed around him until the inkling became small ripples of echoes inside her cavern.

Squeezing her hands in return, he pumped his hips, reaching his own climax, groaning brokenly upon completion.

Rolling to her side, he pulled her close. "That felt right... did it for you?" He was anxious to hear the reply.

"Yes." Liz said, absently playing with the hair on his chest; her own body was quiet, sated.

"You don't sound as if it did." Red felt a flare of tension return. God, he hoped he hadn't just fucked up.

"I'm okay." Liz sighed. "I don't want to think of... not when we're..."

"You don't want to think of... Costa." He rolled up on his arm, looking down at her. "The only things you should think about when we make love is how good it feels, how much I love you... and that you're safe with me." He said, brushing the hair from her eyes. "It's all right to be nervous and even anxious, but never be afraid of me, Lizzy."

"I wasn't afraid of you..." she refused such a notion.

"Yes, you were." he continued tightly.

"I was just... anxious."

"I see..." He shook his head woefully. "We are still in agreement to talk it out with Timothy, correct?"

Nodding, Liz cuddled to his side, but otherwise remained silent.

"Is Costa gone? Or is he still here?" Red needed to know.

"Red... Costa is gone, I promise." Liz murmured serenely, snuggling to his comfort. "I know, without doubt, you will never hurt me."

Red scowled as the light on Lizzy's breasts wavered, just as a sudden and unexpected chill ran up his spine. What the hell...

"Oh..." a frigid chuckle ran along Liz's nerve endings, the amused rejoinder halting all activities, "but... I will." There was a sinister vow in the words.

Red tensed, his body shocked into high alert. He knew that voice as well as he knew his own... that fucking droll, sickening smoothness of satiric civility.

"Costa may be gone... but I'm still here." Carver smiled wickedly. "Will I suffice?"