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)

139. Honor Bound

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Dropping the warmed decorative pins in his pocket, Red sifted his fingers through the heavy locks of Elizabeth's hair.

He smiled against the woman's mouth when she purred her contentment, pushing into the soothing contact as he eased the ache left behind.

Lifting her closer into his frame, Red pulled her deeper into the private alcove, blocking sight of their clandestine meeting.

Leaning into his touch, Liz couldn't help but think Red was right.

While weird... this party did have its high-points. Such as the one developing at this exact moment.

It had always been a little fantasy of the woman's to sneak away and steal passionate kisses when others were about. The wish had never come to fruition, any would be chances always ended in crushing disappointment.

She should have known Red would be the one to fulfill a long-held fantasy.

Breaking the fevered kiss, Red growled under his breath. Tucking his nose against Lizzy's jawline, he hungrily kissed the soft flesh.

"What the hell time are these people leaving!" he snarled his frustration.

"...I think they have set up permanent occupancy." Liz instinctively looked to the clock, sighing her own frustration. "Can't you shoot one or two? Start a stampede."

Clawing at his shoulders, Liz lifted into the man's attention. She gasped sharply as Red's chest brushed roughly against her tight nipples, leaving them aching with need.

"...Do you," she exhaled shakily, "think if we disappeared early...anyone would even notice?"

Settling his hand at her side, Red's thumb stroked the sloping curve of her breast before giving the pert bud a teasing pass.

"With these people," Red captured the woman's mouth, suckling the fullness, "we'd get to the really good part... and find they'd set the house ablaze."

Dropping her face to his chest, Liz tittered her muffled amusement.

"Let's get out there," Red bolstered, "and see what can be done about coaxing these people to fucking leave." he muttered his disdain.

Hastily stepping, Liz wrapped her arms about Red's shoulders, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.

Returning the frenzied embrace, Red's arms pulled her close, capturing her slight frame fully to his own larger one.

She abruptly pulled back, panting against Red's lips, "...I can't wait for you to get me out of this dress." she whispered huskily.

Her breathing increased as Red's heated gaze locked squarely on her, as though already envisioning the prospect.

"Unless you want me to do that where we fucking stand," he muttered tightly, "walk away... right now."

While she would give anything to move her skirts aside and test the theory about how quiet they could really be... she did as demanded and stepped back.

Adjusting his jacket, Red smoothed the clean lines, concealing the hard line of his arousal for the second time that evening. This incident proved much more difficult to placate than the last.

Straightening her dress and hair, Liz took a breath, slipping the expected façade back in place.

Exiting their hideaway, Liz startled as she was thrown headlong back into the party atmosphere. So enraptured by their interlude, the voices and music had become muted until just this moment.

Even after such a brief interval, everything seemed overwhelming to the senses.

Turning to Red, she ran a thumb along the edge of her bottom lip, silently enquiring to the state of her lipstick.

As Red gave the woman a cursory check and dabbed away a smudge of lipstick, Lizzy straightened his tie, eyeing the process studiously.

Nodding her approval, Liz turned only to pull up short, her cheeks instantly flaming.

Red halted in his steps, abruptly grasping Lizzy's shoulder to steady his leg against the rather unexpected stop.

Frowning, he glanced upwards for explanation to their sudden halt... finding half the Crocetti clan and their acquaintances shifting their attention their way.

Smiling wanly, Liz self-consciously straightened her tresses. Her hand froze mid-flick, just then realizing her painstakingly developed and intricate coif was no more.

Liz floundered, glancing to Red helplessly.

"Take a photo," he snapped at the overly nosey trio, not in the best mood suddenly.

Francis, Ben and Mark shrugged indifferently, though smirked knowingly.

"I was, of course, not speaking to you, Antonio... Maria." Red cleared his throat "I was fixing a wardrobe malfunction..."

Maria laughed musically, "I was dressing down my children." she countered. "Have we interrupted a moment?"

"If so, it would not be the first time we have seen someone emerge from this hiding spot." Antonio chuckled under his breath. "This crowd gives knew meaning to 'clandestine meetings'."

"Which means the party goes well," Maria reminded, spreading her hands artfully. "Everyone enjoys themselves."

Liz glanced back, wondering just how many people may have made use of that particular hiding spot to participate in such a rendezvous.

"Though, perhaps the interest wanes, beloved," Maria sighed her woe.

Red shook his head as Lizzy tittered softly under her breath as Maria gave her own husband a withering look; and not Francis, as Elizabeth assumed she would.

"I have not once had to rebuke your advances this evening." Maria tsked for her own spouse's behavior.

"Ma!" Luca disdained, making a hasty retreat for the 'vulgar' insinuation. "Geesh!"

A wry grin tugged at Red's mouth as the older man gave his wife a not so innocent look.

"You told me to be on my best behavior." Antonio reminded.

"I didn't mean... with me!" Maria huffed. "It is our anniversary party, my love," she reminded. "I can think of no better time, or reason, to enjoy a tryst with one's wife."

Red canted his head into an agreeable cant after a moment, "Your lovely wife makes an excellent point."

"Do not encourage her." Antonio cut the man a slanted look. "If I truly followed her words, she would box my ears good for my crude behavior, in truth."

"You didn't hear me complaining," Maria smirked, a sensual quality behind the statement's completion "... an hour back, did you?"

Red shared a smile with those gathered. The Crocetti boys had heard it all before. No matter how powerful one believed himself to be... it only took but one woman to remind him just how flawed that thinking could be.

Antonio drew in a calm breath. "I am suitably dressed down, my darling." his own eyes were lit with a flickering fire. "I shall not be so remiss in my attention to you from this moment on..."

"Promises, promises..." there was doubt in Maria's reply.

Red's smile vanished post haste. He grasped a returning Luca by the scruff of the neck, directing the boy a discrete distance away.

Maria shook her head slowly, her manner resigned.

Antonio shrugged indifferent shoulders, "He will learn, Elizabeth. Please be patient."

Elizabeth felt self-conscious, crossing her arms across her breasts, a fixed smile in place.

Red's grip tightened, forcing the boy's eyes to his.

"Let me assure you," he had read the lad's mind, for it was a simple enough task... for anyone.

"Yes, they are extremely beautiful, especially sans confinement as tonight." he continued, his tone low and menacing. "And yes, they are unbelievably supple, soft and fragrant as you imagine."

Luca's face drained of color but now flushed scarlet to have been caught yet again in a pastime he should not have been pursing.

"Their taste..." Red's tone dropped suggestively, "is sweet and succulent," he emphasized, his brow lifting, "...and they are mine, Junior."

Luca swallowed hard.

"If I catch you coveting that which is mine again?" Red smiled, all too pleasantly. "I will personally sever that randy cock of yours and feed it to the fish in the Potomac Bay... do we understand each other?"

Luca's chalky parlor was back, "Y-Yes, S-Sir."

Red held the boy's terrified eyes a moment longer, just for emphasis.

"...Good." Red jerked a nod, patting the front of Luca's suit decisively. "...Very good. Rejoin your family."

Red fixed a smile in place, pacing leisurely... back to the family.

Maria sighed wearily for her youngest but offered a slight smile of sympathy as the boy all but hid behind her.

Antonio cocked a disapproving brow; but allowed the matter to settle.

Elizabeth's face showed total empathy for Luca's predicament. She cast Red a scolding glance but returned her interest to those awaiting just such a move.

Ben and Mark snorted their amusement for the youngest Crocetti's predicament until... Maria scowled darkly at them.

"It wasn't so very long ago, I recall offering the very same admonishment to you two young miscreants," Maria could rebuke with the best of them. "If memory serves, it was at my niece's twenty-first birthday party... wasn't it?"

Both were suddenly ill-at-ease under the woman's critical eye.

"What ever you do dear," Maria had other advice to offer, "don't open another case of wine, not if you want these reprobates to leave... and wish a moment's time tonight with your man." she sighed lightly. "At least the Crocetti's will get out of your hair."

"Oh, no.. don't feel you have to–"

"Oh, honey, I have done nothing I've not wanted for centuries," Maria decided, "but it's time to end this lovely night."

"You haven't even opened your gifts." Liz glanced at the table sat aside for all the treasures the guests brought.

"Anyone who knows me well knows I open them at a separate gathering... women only." Maria lifted a stern finger. "It gives us a chance to visit without men about. I will have the boys' carry the packages away. They know the drill."

The subject was dismissed. "Gives me time to find a place for all the exciting new things, which in itself is a thrilling prospect."

Maria patted Liz's hand. "Makes for a more intimate gathering as well. I can give a more personal touch to my 'thank you's."

"What a lovely idea!" Liz had not thought of it like that.

Maria was pleased. "It works out well. You will attend?"

"Wouldn't miss it!" Liz was catching the excitement Maria wove in the air.

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Red leaned comfortably against the bar, nursing his drink.

"It takes Maria a good half-hour to say a proper farewell," Antonio lifted his glass to the women across the way. "Gives me a perfect opportunity to...indulge."

The man put the glass down with a thud. "...Damn."

"Something amiss?" Red enquired of the sudden change of mood on the other man's part.

"Seems lately these days," Antonio was peeved, clearly, "every time I 'indulge'... or even consider the notion," he sighed wearily, "...nature calls."

Red chuckled his amusement.

"My bladder must be the size of a walnut," Antonio was certain. "Ah, for the good old days when age had not reared its ugly head."

"I think you have a few good years left." Red stated wryly.

"When I return, I should enjoy one last chance to hold Maria in my arms." the man gestured. "Do you think the crowd would mind if the orchestra held court for a brief interval?"

"A man after my own heart." Red was pleasantly surprised by the suggestion. "Besides... when the hell did you start giving a damn what others thought."

"Good point," Antonio nodded, gesturing to the string section. "Get them warmed up, would you?"

"I will light a fire under them." Red inclined his head, then hesitated. "Metaphorically speaking, of course."

He turned on his heel, grinning at the sound of Antonio's boisterous laughter.

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"Maria, would you be displeased if I stole away my fiancée for a moment?" Red took Liz's hand upon his arrival to the group.

"Well, handsome," Maria stroked her youngest son's hair in open affection, "it's about time, if you ask me."

"Stop, ma," Luca fidgeted away from the maternal touch, embarrassed.

Maria smacked the back of his head lovingly. "Better?" she asked innocently.

Her other sons found amusement in their sibling's plight.

"Ma!" Luca all but stomped away, tiffed.

Maria laughed gently. "Where is my other-half?"

Red tilted his head in the needed direction.

Maria shook her head woefully. "And to think I once found that face so adorable," she watched her husband approach from across the crowd, her eyes softening.

Antonio, having departed the restroom, briskly rubbed his hands to rid them of the dampness the guest towels missed.

"Now, I realize," Maria held out her hand as her husband closed the steps between them, "it only means he's peed and is refreshed."

Red laughed.

Antonio questioned the 'joke' as he took Maria's hand, "What have I missed?"

"Me... having a good time," Silas sauntered past, his own hand extended, "...Nora?"

Pleasantly surprised by the offer, the lady smiled, "You're picking me over Eula?"

"Funny," Silas chuckled all the same. "I'm not your English Lord but..."

"Sarcasm becomes no man," Nora scolded as the man led her to the dance floor. "... Though, it suits you well enough."

"My angel," Antonio's arms encircled his beloved, "make my night complete,"

"On the dance floor?" Maria shrugged. "I'm game."

Liz giggled infectiously, looking after the couple.

"Dance with me," Red drew Elizabeth closer, following Antonio's lead, finding a small area in which to dance.

"Are you up for this?" Liz whispered, motioning to Red's injury once inside the warm sphere of his embrace.

"Be gentle with me." he quipped.

"I thought you liked it rough, Sailor." she teased.

"That would be... you," Red countered.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Liz gasped superficially.

"I most certainly did not." he corrected hastily.

"Oh," Liz settled back against him, tickled, "...well, okay then."

The moment passed in silence as they stood, gently swaying to the soothing music being played. Red carefully executed an actual step now and then to his amazement.

"Is that your hostess smile?" he had noted Lizzy automatically placing a polite, fixed expression as a more rambunctious couple passed them on the floor.

Instantly, both Red and Liz navigated to a nearby corner, allowing more room.

"What?" she was alarmed. "What did I do?"

He chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose. "You're a natural at this," he corrected any miscommunication. "I wasn't aware you hosted many dinner parties with Tom."

"Get real, I don't consider Tom's hastily concocted get togethers a party by any stretch." she scoffed. "They were full of fellow facility members." she recalled with an eye roll.

"Academia can be a bit boring... tame." she frowned. "Do I sound like a snob?" she worried suddenly.

"Well, our party isn't boring." he sighed neutrally as an inebriated gentleman accidentally sloshed his drink down some unsuspecting woman's front then attempted to wipe up the damage.

The guy received a resounding slap for his efforts.

Liz noted the exchange. "No, it isn't," she replied happily, "I love our party."

Red hastily brought his full attention to bear. "I do too." he inched closer, smelling Lizzy's sweet perfume. "In fact, I'm having a wonderful time."

"See that lady?" Liz motioned to an older woman in a blue sparkling dress who had just squeezed past on her way to the open bar area.

"... Maria doesn't like her." she whispered conspiratorially.

"I know," he whispered right back. "But how do you know?" he realized the tale was dying to be told by the animated features staring back at him.

"When Maria talks to her, it's in her telephone voice." Liz confided, still in a whisper, the blue eyes laced with excitement.

"Oh," Red nodded, "is that the same telephone voice you use?"

"...What?"

"Remember the other day," he refreshed her memory, "the dry cleaning I was commanded to take to Manny's until you found several pockets full of bullets I had neglected to–"

"I did not command." she differed.

"Your tone certainly changed from a shrill, berating one... directed entirely at me," he chuckled, "to a calm, charming one when the phone interrupted."

Liz waved a hand, rolling her eyes, "I am never shrill."

"That sweet little voice just dripped honey, as I recall." Red stated. "Not to me, of course."

All he knew with absolute certainty, he had enjoyed Lizzy's duplicity so much; which initiated a rather sensual and extended bout of lovemaking... not that Elizabeth had complained.

Liz's expression said it all. "You just lost a gold star, fella."

"Keeping tabs, are we?"

"You bet your ass, I am." she assured.

Silas nudged Red's shoulder, his arms about Nora's lithe body. "Just a quick status report... some couple is doing a tango in the garden."

"I should care, why?" Red watched how effortlessly Silas guided his partner, feeling a twinge of jealousy for the freedom.

"They're in the front garden." Nora supplied the 'why'.

"Are the neighbors," Red shrugged, "...complaining about our rabbit problem?"

"Not to date," Silas shrugged in return. "Could be the neighbors out there doing the bunny hop, for all I know."

"Then... dance away." Red shooed.

"Copy that." Silas whirled Nora about. She laughed gaily and then the couple disappeared into the crowd.

"So tell me the dirt," Liz was all ears. "Why does Maria not like the blue lady?"

"Do you expect me to stoop to idle gossip?"

"If you want to get laid... well, by me, that is." Liz replied evenly.

"I do want to get laid... by you." he seemed surprised she would question that fact.

"Good to know." she cut him a frosty look.

"Maria had flown to Italy when her mother took ill." Red wasn't about to not get laid this fine night.

"Blanche," Red motioned with his head, "made her move while the cat was away... took a homemade casserole over to Antonio that very night."

Liz was incensed for her new friend. "Blanche as in... Dubois?"

"She always did depend on the kindness of strangers," Red quoted, grinning.

"Men, you mean." Liz could guess the type, sending the 'blue woman' a sinister glare, but soon enough, curiosity got the better of her. "...So, what happened?"

"Why don't you ask your new friend, Maria?" Red enquired innocently.

"Red!" Liz snapped.

He held his hand up, laughing softly, "Another gold star?"

Her expression was not a happy one.

"Antonio hid upstairs until his housekeeper sent Blanche packing."

"He did no such thing." Antonio Crocetti had balls of steel, Liz knew as much.

"Then the coward calls me at three in the morning, demanding I smuggle him out in the trunk of my car," he laughed at the memory, "and fire up the jet and take his ass to Maria."

"Oh... how sweet." she sighed blissfully.

"Oh, he's sweet." Red was flabbergasted.

"Well, its romantic, don't you think?"

"I think he's a–"

"Never mind," Liz warned. "It's a lovely story except that Blanche part." she wrinkled her nose adorably. "I better not hear about you accepting another woman's 'casserole', ever..." she warned.

"Have I mentioned how alluring your vindictiveness can be?" Red scowled down at the petite female.

"Turn you on?" Liz swept his body with open interest.

"I have a reputation to uphold." Red reminded. "Hopefully it would take just a tad more."

"How much more?" she was interested.

He glanced down the front of her dress. "Why do I feel a sudden affinity with Luca Crocetti?"

"I'm up here, you know." she gently lifted his chin, her blue eyes amused. "Do you want me for just sex?"

"Have we not established, I'm a slut." he apologized. "Are you interested in me for my mind... or money?"

"I'm not one to complain." Liz confided. "I like both."

"You have really nice..." Red recalled Glen Carter's terms, "do you prefer lady lumps... or moneymakers?"

"I prefer," Liz's eyes narrowed, "... tits."

"So do I," his eyes and tone said as much.

"I know," she smiled sweetly at him. "Would you like to see them up close and personal?"

"I'm at your beck and call." he answered immediately, "Whom must I kill to–"

Liz's head snapped about when a woman's voice filtered above the music.

Red located the source of the disturbance immediately, his own playtime interrupted by the sudden confrontation taking place across the way.

Liz gaped her shock, recognizing the embattled couple.

Amanda was pushing hard on Mark's hand clamped about her upper arm, as he tried to calm the woman. The woman's face, however, showed her anger... consternation.

As most onlookers, Liz was stunned when Amanda hauled back her slender arm, catching Mark across the face with the full force of her opened palm.

Liz grimaced for the guy as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed loudly in the now silent room.

"What the hell?" Red's breath escaped with his apparent awe.

"Amanda!" Mark called after the rapidly retreating woman as she rushed from the scene and the man himself. "Baby! Wait!"

Amanda shoved through the bystanders, her face a mask of tears.

Clearly taken off-guard by the turn of events, Mark's complexion paled... bereft of the normally darkly tanned flesh.

He started his pursuit only to pull up short as Antonio Crocetti stepped in his path.

Mark looked longingly past the road-block, grieved as Amanda made her exit.

He dropped his head back, his features determinedly grim, "Fuck..." he whispered his despair.

Liz sent Red an apologetic glance as she followed Lia and the girls... hot on the heels of their injured friend.

Red nodded his understanding, crossing the length to join a dispirited Mark Donovan.

Maria patted the boy's arm. "I will see to her." Antonio was kept in the loop.

Maria motioned for Nora to accompany her on the quest. Silas trailed steps behind, blocking the hall in which the ladies retreated.

Red gestured for the orchestra to shut down. The DJ took the cue, filling the now silent room with music that never failed to break an awkward silence.

Francis and Ben wandered over, their expressions bewildered.

"My office." Red offered a place for debate and conference.

The quickly assembled group took sanctuary in a more acceptable venue.

"What the hell happened, man?" Ben turned on the usually reserved Mark Donovan. "What did you do?!"

"Why does it have to be something he did?" Francis took exception, having his own women problems tonight. "Oh, not that I think Amanda could do anything wrong, per se, Antonio."

"Good save." Ben snarked.

"Amanda has inherited her father's temperament." Antonio advised all. "But we speculate.." he turned to the only one who held the key to the dilemma.

Mark rubbed his face, "I handled it badly."

"Do ya'think?" Ben chuckled but at Antonio's lifted brow... he didn't.

"It's... personal." Mark was acutely aware that Amanda's Uncle was present. "I'll... I'll talk with– "

Francis stepped closer, peering at the side of Mark's profile. "Man, she really let you have it."

"Get away from me." Mark's temper flared, shoving Francis aside.

Francis toppled into Ben, who in turn shoved back. Not to be outdone, Francis was just about to return the gesture when Antonio's lifted finger halted all mischief.

"I should go to her." was all Mark really knew. "What if she leaves with things shit between us?"

"Maria will not allow that eventuality." Antonio calmed the boy. "But neither will I allow another meeting unless I am assured..."

"It was not the right time," Mark sheepishly stated, sensing they would not allow him to speak to Amanda until he appeased Antonio. "I should have never brought it up. It was too soon after..."

Mark had been in New York with Elena when they received the update about Amanda's mother's health. Amanda had understood his reasons for leaving, but... he still should have been there for her.

Antonio frowned his confusion. Unless someone was keeping him out of the loop, which was highly unlikely, all he heard was Agatha had been restricted to not traveling?

The silence came as they allowed Mark time to gather his thoughts.

"We have been getting along so well of late." Mark scratched his head, bewildered. "I... I guess I moved things along too fast."

He couldn't come right out and say what he needed in front of the woman's Uncle, for God's sake... could he?

Well, probably not and live.

"You think this is about sex." Antonio mused aloud.

Mark's face turned ashen.

"Relax, boy," Antonio chuckled placing a hand on the guy's shoulder feeling Mark's tension, "while I believe the young people today rush far too quickly into each other's bed," he stated wryly, "I am a man... nor am I as yet, dead."

Red sat on the edge of his desk, listening just as the others in the room.

"A man will think a woman is upset over one thing when in reality... it is entirely something else which bothers her." Antonio advised. "You've been aware Amanda's mother is ill."

Mark's head downed. "...She's been under so much stress of late," he confirmed, "she's scared and exhausted, I know."

Red searched for his radio. He wanted it close as he was not close to Elizabeth.

"She was having such a great time tonight," Mark damned himself, "and I know your people have flown in to be with Agatha." he made mention.

Antonio inclined his head, gesturing with his hand to continue.

"I thought, if Amanda had something to look forward to..." Mark hung his head dejectedly.

"All Amanda sees is that you are forcing her to choose," Antonio explained. "While others are here now, it does not detract from the fact her mother is ill. To leave Agatha at this time, for any reason..." he let it hang.

"I should have waited," Mark's eyes closed to his own stupidity. "I should have realized."

"A man thinks only of his woman's happiness." Antonio stated. "He must learn that a woman's love encompasses many. Her family, children... it does not mean she loves him less."

"Yeah?" Francis was raptly attentive. "Are you sure?" he was questioning women's motives this particular night.

"I am certain, Francis." Antonio was patient with the boy.

Red, on the other hand, felt like slapping Francis upside the head for such a remark.

Francis settled back into deep thought... for all of two seconds, an idea occurring.

"Hey, man," Francis shrugged, "maybe Amanda's Chi is off too?" he was excited to hit on the reason for the argument.

Cutting the man a dark glare, Mark sighed as he realized... Francis was being sincere in his observation.

"There is time," Antonio reminded, "give her a few days to think the situation over."

Pouring a tumbler, Red handed it to the wounded man, "She's torn between her mother," he sipped his own drink, "... and you."

Mark grimaced, downing the glass, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"That is not a terrible thing," Antonio cheered, "it only means, she believes this thing with you could go somewhere but is afraid you might not... wait."

Mark hesitated, checking with Red.

Red had to admit, those two had come a long way from Las Vegas. Before, where there had been a polite pleasantness... now, there was genuine attraction and even affection.

He had seen how the couple tucked up against one another as they danced and how Mark had seen to Amanda's comfort with serious solicitous determination.

"I agree," Red concurred with Antonio's outlook. "If you truly wish to be with her," he said, "if she means that much to you, then you will understand where her loyalty must lie at this time."

Mark nodded slowly, staring sightlessly at the pattern in the area rug, lost in thought.

Francis scowled after a long moment's hesitation, punching Mark's arm hard, "That means you have to be supportive, you freak!"

"That you, Francis," Mark scowled, "I had missed that point."

Antonio huffed a small laugh under his breath. Red... sighed.

"I'll back off." Mark glared at Francis, before turning his attention to Antonio and Red. "She's... worth it... everything else can wait."

Antonio smiled, patting the young man on the shoulder, "Wise decision."

Ben and Francis checked with one another, their suspicions confirmed. Both narrowed eyes Mark's way, but otherwise remained silent.

Rubbing his neck anxiously, Mark glanced at the two older men, "Should I take her home?"

Antonio turned towards the door, intent on collecting the woman in question, "Tony will not min–"

"No," Red waved the man off, "Justin has a date tonight and is set to leave shortly. I will have him deliver Amanda home." he offered his guard's services. "You all should return to the party... enjoy the evening."

Red pulled the radio from his hip, attempting to locate Justin.

"The night is in full swing, surely all the shenanigans have not fallen by the wayside as yet," Antonio was hopeful.

"Women..." the older man shook his head, offering a lackadaisical wave, the older man made a discrete exit.

"You punk," Francis scowled, "you say all that to save your ass?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mark snarled.

"Took you long enough to answer." Ben agreed.

Normally, Red would intervene in the cockfight, but he was curious what Mark had to say. He had a good idea, but it never hurt to have facts. Especially when favored associates were involved.

It would be tense should Antonio wish to kill Mark to retain family honor.

"What the hell are you two babbling about?" Mark demanded.

"You didn't want to dump her with her Uncle in the room, was that it?" Francis poked.

"No!" Mark snapped. "You fucking idiots!"

"Then what the hell is your problem?" Francis bitched.

"I want to be with her, you moron!" Mark bitched right back.

Francis and Ben looked at one another, clearly... missing the point entirely.

"Haven't you ever wanted to be with a woman so much," Mark spewed before slumping dejectedly, "that when you're not with her... you feel like a part of you is missing?"

Ben was nodding before Mark had even finished. Francis nodded after a fashion...

"...No," Francis was very confused and getting upset over the fact. "But even if that were possible..." he moved the conversation forward.

"...What's the problem?" Ben wanted to know.

"I have other obligations," Mark stressed, "which means I won't be here... with her."

"...Yeah," Francis followed so far "...so?"

Mark turned disbelieving eyes towards Red, lifting his hands helplessly.

"...Oh," Francis caught on, finally, "right, I get it."

"Don't even pretend you understood that." Ben disdained.

Red stepped away from the desk, giving Ben and Francis a pained, soured look before focusing on Mark.

"Amanda knows you have obligations," Red assured, "just as you now understand, she has hers."

Mark looked to the older man with a hopeful expression.

"Do as Antonio suggested," Red advised, "give her a few days."

"But what if she needs me, now?" Mark stressed. "I can't simply leave her in the–"

"Antonio will let you know if you need to return," Red knew the older man would for he seemed supportive of the match, just as he knew Mark's presence was vital for a smooth transaction in the business dealings down South.

"I just feel if I leave," Mark sighed, "I'll be making a huge mistake."

Red glanced to his right, finding Ben and Francis gawking openly as if watching Wimbledon face-off.

"You two," Red scowled, as both men blinked, "... leave."

Both men frowned their disappointment, reluctantly shuffling towards the door.

"...Today." Red shooed them off, glaring at the boys until the door shut behind them. "You," he pointed at Mark, changing his perspective, "...sit."

Mark did, plopping unceremoniously into a nearby chair.

"Lizzy was married when we first met," Red started, drawing Mark's attention, "and within months... I was," he looked off, his jaw pulsing, "hopelessly in love with her."

He perched his ass on the desktop, getting comfortable, "So many times I had to leave her and... I didn't want to." he remembered that pain. "Especially since Tom..."

Mark lifted dark eyes, understanding the implication.

Granted, Red knew the man didn't fully understand all the particulars involved, but Mark got the general idea.

"I couldn't stand the fact, I wasn't here for her." Red sighed. "What if I wasn't here when she needed me? What if that bastard hurt her and I..." he broke off, the memories painful ones even now.

"I know what you're feeling." Red knew Mark's guts were all twisted up inside.

Believing Red wouldn't steer him wrong, Mark remained silent, respectfully listening.

"In my absence," Red's tone lowered, "I called her just to check... to hear her voice to know for myself that she was all right."

Remembering how tired and beatdown Lizzy had sounded at the time, made him nauseous.

"I always came back, was here when she did need me to be... I supported her," he sighed, "we grew closer," he hadn't realized it at the time, "and I guess that persistence... my love for her, made sense one day to her, which is all we strive for, right?"

"So, you're saying," Mark ventured, "to continue my support of Amanda, even at a distance," he said, "just to let her know, I am still here with her, even if it's not in the physical sense."

"Yes." Red nodded. "Sometimes that call," he murmured, "it's a much-needed lifeline, for you both."

Red pushed upright, with Mark following suit.

"Go find tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee out there," he suggested, "eat, drown your sorrows... and then crash upstairs."

"That sounds familiar." Mark mumbled before pulling up short in the hallway, "Thanks for... everything."

"Yeah," Red pointed, "give your keys to Joe."

"Yes, Sir." Mark saluted playfully, heading for the guard.

Red watched, ensuring the trade-off occurred, before going in search of Lizzy.

---

Glancing about the room, Red searched for familiar faces. He found Antonio perusing the catering tables... alone.

"Did your wife abandon you?" Red asked as he came alongside the man who was generously loading down his plate.

"Maria is still with Amanda," Antonio muttered a reply, "as is Elizabeth." He shoved a plate into Red's hands. "You paid for it... might as well enjoy what's left."

Glancing at the plate in hand, then the array of delicious foods... Red shrugged, doing as suggested. "Nora outdid herself."

"I warn you, I will attempt to steal her from you." Antonio was quite serious Red knew.

"I expected no less."

Gesturing to a cluster of empty seats, he and Antonio sat, enjoying the respite.

"You're not really upset with Mark, are you?" Red asked, sipping his wine.

Antonio shook his head. "The young must figure things out," he held up an egg roll up, smiling his approval, "...for themselves."

"And should they not... figure things out?" Red hedged.

"She's family, I love the girl... but she is quick to make rash decisions," he sighed woefully.

Antonio's outlook pleasantly surprised Red.

"If I killed everyone that upset Amanda," Antonio rolled his eyes, "I would need to purchase a graveyard."

"How is Elena?" Red changed topics. "I worry about her."

"She is well, Red," Antonio promised with his tone, "I am handling the matter. I hope you trust me to do so." he assured. "She is determined to honor Miguel and have a healthy baby, I assure you."

Red felt his tense body relax further, knowing mother and infant were well.

"When the time is right, of course," Antonio continued, "Antonio Jr. will make her an offer."

Red turned, his brow furrowing. "Excuse me?"

"Don't pretend you never noticed Tony's affection for Elena," Antonio tsked. "Who has not?"

Red had not. Oh, he suspected Tony might be slightly infatuated, even overly solicitous of the woman... but not once had it occurred to him; the man was in love with the dark-haired beauty.

In the beginning, Red himself had been overly solicitous. It was only natural to be respectful to Miguel's wife due to their business arrangement.

Over an extended period, Red learned what a warm soul Elena was. She was so caring and welcoming of him at such a painful time in his life... his loyalty to Miguel extended to Elena as well, after that.

"Oh, yes," Antonio nodded, following Red's train of thought, "Tony is quite smitten," he recalled how the boy pined for the girl, "but when he saw them together, how much in love Miguel was with Elena... anyone could see."

"He never acted on it." Red was impressed. "I don't think Elena would have reciprocated–"

"Oh, no," Antonio frowned, "Tony understood and even cherished her enduring love for Miguel. Which is another reason he kept his mouth shut." he stressed.

Red was glad his estimation of Antonio Jr was on course. Regardless of his occupation, Tony was a good man, decent even. He took care of his own. In fact, they saw eye-to-eye on many subjects and got along very well, as a rule.

Red's estimation raised even more so after the man clearly honored Red's relationship with Elizabeth.

"Tony also held Miguel in high-esteem far too much to cause waves. Which is why," Antonio continued, "he will wait a respectable mourning period, before asking to court Elena." he searched Red's face, gauging the man's reaction.

"He loves her..." Red wanted confirmation.

"As deeply as you love Elizabeth," Antonio confirmed.

Red felt for Tony suddenly, that he had to wait to be with his soul mate.

"We are in the process of moving his portion of the business to New York," Antonio alerted Red to the situation as it now stood, "so they might become more closely reacquainted and Elena accustom to him."

"And the child?"

"Just between us," Antonio smiled warmly, "I think his love for Elena grew the moment he saw her carrying." the older man's eyes softened. "She's so strong and resilient, determined to do what's best for her child... how can anyone not find that attractive?"

Nodding slowly, Red let the idea roll around in his head, wondering how he would feel were he to leave Lizzy in a similar situation. If there was a man who would love her and their children that much...

"And should she not wish to reenter this... lifestyle?" Red had to question. While Tony was not as deeply involved in the criminal element as his father, he was still connected.

Could Elena handle the threat, another husband could be taken from her? Red couldn't fathom she would.

Red still feared Lizzy would be taken from him. To lose his family and Lizzy? He knew he couldn't survive the loss.

"Tony will open a law practice," Antonio relayed a topic that had obviously been discussed at length. "Do not forget, he did go to law school. Harvard, remember?" the older man was proud. "Granted, it was to keep my ass out of jail, but..."

"You're all right with that?" Red needed to know. Antonio had put a lot of time and effort into building the family business.

"Wholeheartedly," Antonio replied without hesitation. "In fact, I encouraged it." he confessed. "To be honest, I believe Roberto has the right temperament to assume my position, should the need arise."

Assuming Antonio Jr would take the reins, Red had to admit, the news surprised him. But then, Roberto and Francis were a lot alike, and Francis... he was doing a fabulous job and could steer Roberto in the proper direction.

"Do you have any objections?" Antonio questioned. "I consider your input to be of extreme importance."

"I think," Red eyes lifted to Antonio's, "Miguel would be pleased someone... loves Elena as much as he did." he swallowed hard. "I think he would find comfort and peace knowing Elena and his child were well cared for and loved."

"Tony will not let Miguel or you down," Antonio assured, "I promise you that."

Contemplating everything said, Red barely registered Silas taking the seat across from them.

"All's quiet on the Western front." the man reported in, crossing his leg over his propped knee.

"So, Amanda is better?" Red shook from his reverie.

Silas straightened his jacket. "Why shouldn't she be?" he was confused. To him, a woman cried and got over it.

The guard looked between the two men, "Something wrong?"

"No," Red shook his head, sitting upright, shaking off the melancholy. "The topic turned to Roberto and Francis... which as you know, is always an interesting, yet painful turn of events."

"Which reminds me," Silas snapped his fingers, "Maria needs rescuing. Francis blocked any chance of escape from the Master Suite." he sighed. "He was serenading your wife with a rousing rendition of one of Barry Manilow's top ten hits."

"Please," Antonio was aghast, "...please don't tell me it's 'Mandy'."

Silas shrugged, remaining silent.

"Oh, dear God!" Antonio arose hastily. "She'll kill the boy! Maria loathes that song! I must go!"

Red and Silas sat in silence, watching the other man quickly make his way through the rapidly parting crowd.

Silas scowled, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "All right, I give up." he admitted defeat. "Why 'Mandy'?"

"Starts with an 'M'." Red ventured a guess, idly swirling the dark liquid in his glass.

"At least it wasn't 'Monster Mash', or dare I say," Silas cocked his brow, "My Ding A'Ling'."

Red laughed into his tumbler, envisioning the boy doing just that. "I would imagine he would show off his tongue twisting skills and offer, Mele Kalikimaka."

"Bing's or Bette Midler's version?" Silas wanted to know.

"You know how Francis appreciates being a stand-out." Red chuckled.

"Francis does know there are actual songs with 'Maria' within the lyrics, correct?" Silas sighed woefully.

"I did happen to mention it to him, yes." Red nodded.

"So what was the idiot's response?" Silas was curious, his eyes alert to movement around the corridor leading to Elizabeth's location.

"Said he wasn't about to fall for that one..." Red grinned slowly, "he wasn't going to make a fool of himself in front of Maria."

Silas offered a slow take, settling back in his chair. "The guy is still under the table."

"I see that." Red did.

"Wait..." Silas sat up quickly. "Didn't Francis produce a certain play a few years back for Domencio Conte?"

"He did it as a favor," Red nodded. "Dom's daughter was the lead and to keep things on the up and up, Dom asked Francis for a favor."

Domencio Conte had been even more old school than Antonio. Red remembered the man kept a low profile when warranted.

"That chick was weird, even by our standards." Silas stated his belief. He scowled, snapping his fingers curtly, gesturing a group of men away from the hallway he guarded. "Take off..."

Red smiled as the men scurried away before continuing his previous comments, "Dom wished to provide financial support but with the government on his tail at the time..."

"Francis stepped in." Silas got it. "And the play was... West Side Story?"

"And your point would be?" Red questioned any sense of logic where Francis was concerned.

"If I remember correctly, and I know I do..." Silas hesitated, "the part Dom's daughter played was... Maria."

"I don't think Francis came to that realization, ever." Red grimaced. "He wasn't really involved in the production, merely the back-stage part of it."

"Where he hits on all the actresses." Silas surmised.

"Yeah... that part."

Silas sat back, sipping his drink after a fashion, his gaze returning to the main corridor once more as a guest neared... then bypassed it.

"It's ironic, really." Silas mused. "If you think about it."

"I try not to," Red told the truth. "Wait... think about what?"

"The tragic way Conte died." Silas replied, again sipping his drink absently.

"You mean when Francis tragically snuffed him?" Red shook his head, lost. There was nothing tragic about it, it was business if Red recalled.

"No, I mean," Silas gestured, beer in hand, "the character's death in West Side Story ended a turf war."

"Following so far," Red waited patiently.

"And Francis taking out Conte started a turf war."

Red sat back to contemplate, "Not to mention a blood feud with Conte's daughter..."

"The psycho," Silas interjected, "sort of like life imitating art."

"If you say so," Red had doubts.

"Francis is still afraid to venture past 42nd Street." Silas knew as much.

"Thank God she stays to her own part of the city at least." Red saw the bright side.

"She should be grateful," Silas pointed out, "that lemon of a play needed all the publicity it could get."

"She lost her father." Red reminded.

Silas lifted from his seat, scowling hard at a young man hovering near the hallway.

"It's funny though, don't you think," Silas leaned his arms into the back of the chair, "Francis became involved to keep things on the down-low but it sure didn't help anything." he debated. "That boy's life is cursed."

"Well, it only makes sense, doesn't it?" Red hid his smile, pulling a cigar from his vest, "I hear his Chi is off."

---

Antonio, trailed closely by Silas, emerged from the hall across the way followed by a gaggle of women, Lizzy among them.

Red snuffed his cigar, arising.

"Did everything get settled?" he motioned with his head as he covered the distance needed.

"There was a lot of crying and carrying on," Silas grumbled, "mainly on my part... I need another beer."

Red smiled as Antonio shook his head in amusement as the guard continued... whining.

"But the hysterics," Silas rolled his eyes dramatically, "have died down. Amanda is on her merry way home," he sighed his relief, "God is in his heaven and all's right with the world."

Liz smiled warmly at Red's arrival. "Amanda feels better," she whispered, leaning to graze his cheek with her lips, "she wanted to go home though." she sadly reported the outcome between Mark and the woman.

"Speaking of which...we should make a discrete exit, my sweet," Antonio took both Elizabeth's hands in his warm ones. "It's getting late and we are not as young as we once were." he made their excuses. "Well... she isn't."

Maria lifted a cool brow, "First strike against you tonight and you were doing so well." she teased.

"I'm sorry your evening is ending on such a sour note." Liz frowned her disappointment. "Really, the whole evening–"

"Maria and I have had a most enjoyable evening indeed," Antonio disagreed.

"I could have not wished for a more charming anniversary party." Maria concurred.

Liz blinked, "I don't understand," she didn't, "your sons," she lifted helpless hands, "... and my behavior with... Enrico and that horrible little man!"

"Most of which I missed," Maria's mouth tightened, throwing her husband a disparaging glare.

"I tried to find you, mia amore, I swear!" Antonio swore innocently.

"You are full of shit, my love." Maria was not appeased, "But other than that," she was more than willing to forgive and forget, "I had an absolute blast."

To Liz's amazement, the words sounded sincere.

"You must let us reciprocate!" the thought excited Maria, who became very animated. "I'll have my work cut our for me topping tonight but... don't count me out just yet."

Antonio was pleased, "She has a new challenge, all is well." he leaned, planting a sedate kiss on his wife's cheek. "At any rate," he reiterated, "we will leave the rest of the night to the young ones, yes, my love?"

Maria hugged Elizabeth warmly, "I will call you tomorrow... late." she joked. "We will do lunch... or brunch. I should love to see you again if you–"

"Oh, yes!" Liz was quick to agree. "That sounds wonderful!"

"The damages..." Antonio lifted a hand.

"It was my sons' fault but," Maria shrugged, "they are a rambunctious lot, granted. They..." she motioned to the boys, "will make amends. I insist."

"Send me the bill," Antonio demanded, "so I know they will honor it."

"Not to worry," Red waved off the issue, "things happen, no one's fault...besides, I'm insured." he winked.

"We're just happy you were pleased with our meager efforts," Liz deflected as well.

Antonio, letting the subject go for now... gave Red a pointed look which said, they would speak later concerning the 'bill' issue.

"You have a strange man under your table, dear." Maria kissed Liz's cheek farewell. "Perhaps you should tend to that oddity. We'll connect soon."

Liz threw the 'oddity' a sour look. "Oh, yes! Please don't forget."

"I would never forget a friend." Maria promised. "Though, I should say family... after the way you handled Enrico so well." she smiled. "And I mean that kindly."

Red and Antonio shared a knowing smile as Maria engulfed Lizzy in a hug, murmuring quietly to the young woman.

Red shook Antonio's hand, clasping the man's arm as he leaned closer, "Enjoy your private celebration." he murmured.

"Why do you think," Antonio grinned, "we are leaving early?"

---

Liz could still feel Maria's hug and the imprint of Antonio's kiss on her cheek as the two disappeared into the back of the jet black car.

She and Red stood, watching the sleek limo drive down the paved road of the estate.

Liz clasp her hands tightly before her, not realizing she did so.

She felt suddenly overwhelmed by the emotions bubbling inside, turning quickly to seek the security of Red's embrace, tears welling in her eyes.

Red felt the slight tremor wracking her body, his heart constricting, "I told you Maria would accept you." he whispered, understanding the relief and turmoil brewing in her mind. "Everyone who meets you can't help but love you."

"Tell that to the guy I put in Cell-Block C," she quipped but still held tightly to his strength and comfort, "I'm being silly... as usual." she forced herself to push from the man's arms.

She dabbed delicately at her eyes so as to not mess her mascara, "Women!" she made light of the moment. "What does Silas say? What good are they except for washing out a guy's socks?"

Red lifted a brow, "He said that and lived?"

Liz giggled, "This has been a magical night, Red."

Both individuals attention was caught by the sudden appearance of one of the Torello brothers running full force around the corner of the house, alongside the boxwood bushes.

The guy had cleared the four foot high hedge with no difficulties, resuming the fast-paced jaunt with practiced ease.

In seconds, he had followed the road out to the street, in moments disappearing out the tall black wrought-iron gates.

Liz looked after the phenomenon. "Now, that was... Enzio, right?"

Before Red could offer a reply, yet another of the perennial brothers dashed out the front door, shoving people aside.

Following in close pursuit were two of Washington D.C's finest.

Red hastily pulled Liz aside so she would not be mowed down by the commotion.

She gasped softly, huddling up against the protection of Red's bulk, her eyes wide and startled by the unexpected interruption.

"...No, that was Enzio." Red sighed. "The other numbnut was Paulie."

Liz sighed lightly, watching the chase as it rounded the bend in the road and headed toward the exit of the property.

"And I..." a deep, amused voice came from behind, "am Frank Torello. Actually, we met before but introductions were scarce seeing as how old Red here got his ass shot off, not literally of course." he rubbed salt in old wounds. "And I see you've finally met my brothers. They've been looking forward to the prospect all evening."

Liz scowled, pointing a delicate finger, "Did your brother have a... football on his head?"

"Only a partial, Ma'am," Frank corrected any misconceptions. "They were curious as to the effect a chainsaw would have on an inflated object."

Red gave the man a baleful, disgruntled glance.

"Oh, we brought our own, Reddington, rest easy." Frank was quick to reassure.

"That makes all the difference in the world," Red snapped, "who the hell thinks to bring a lethal weapon to a..."

"We always have one in the SUV," Frank dismissed, "besides... it's not as if you aren't strapped." he turned his attention, smiling charmingly. "You sure are a lovely lady," he took Liz's hand in his, "Red is one lucky–"

Red pulled Lizzy's hand away, "Yes, I am and no... she isn't interested or available."

Frank grinned. "Just wanted to thank you for a wonderful evening, Ma'am."

"Yes, I heard you and your brothers had a splendid time," Red smiled right back.

"Eh... why exactly are the police chasing your uh... brothers?" Liz was a little understandably concerned. "If I may enquire."

"Aww, it's nothing," Frank dismissed. "It's just a little game they play... rile up the cops and see how determined they are to make a bust. It's all in good fun."

Liz smiled politely. "Oh, I see."

"They've done something," Red knew better, "the cops just don't about it yet."

Franks laughed gaily. "Yeah, those boys drove mom crazy. They're always up to some deviltry. Oh... by the way, Red," the guy turned serious for a spell, "I had to knock some guy's lights out a few minutes ago. Seems he was making a pass at that pretty lady in the kitchen."

Frank scratched his head. "I know that bastard from somewhere, just can't place him yet. But... I never forget an English accent."

"So you decked him..." Red followed the man's logic and probably against his better judgement... trusted Frank's instincts. If the man sensed trouble, then there probably was.

Liz gasped yet again, her hands coming to her mouth, "Nora's English guy?"

"Yeah, that was her name! Nora," Frank snapped his fingers. "Real nice lady and if I can venture an opinion, quite a looker too and I mean that in the nicest way possible, Ma'am."

Liz sought guidance from Red, her expression comically awry.

Frank glanced towards the street, his blasé gaze following his brothers and the cops now running in the opposite direction.

"Well, I can see I'm holding up the line here, so I'll move along but just wanted to thank you for a swell evening." Frank slapped Red's shoulder heartily, making the guy wince. "It was an immense pleasure meeting you, Ma'am. I hope we can do this again sometime. Next time in my place?"

"I'll have my people get with your people," Red replied evenly.

"I'll look forward to it." Frank offered a wry grin, sauntering down the steps.

Liz watched the huge bulk of a man disappear into the night.

"Oh, Red," she could finally share her concerns privately, "I think Nora liked the English guy!"

Red sighed, lifting his radio. Lizzy tended to hostess duty, extending her gratitude to party guests as they exited the front foyer doors in droves.

"Silas... what went down in the kitchen?" Red readied himself for the worse. "And why didn't Joe handle matters?"

"Joe is on Code X," Silas' reply came promptly. "I took over and I am handling it."

Red relaxed. "So?" he snapped, needing a report to relay to Lizzy.

"The British guy is still down for the count... Nora is doing her Florence Nightingale routine."

The woman grinned up at the guard from her perch beside the fallen victim.

"He's fine," she dismissed, "just can't take a punch."

"Yeah, well... you've never been punched by Frank Torello." Silas remembered... not so fondly. "You remember Monte Carlo, 2008?"

Red racked his brain, coming up empty. "I've evidently slept since then."

"This was the guy passing around the counterfeit cash," Silas crooked his head to better see the guy's profile, "I don't think Nora should associate with his type."

"Who asked you?" Nora wanted to know, hands on slim hips. "He's British, suave... very handsome," she ticked off with her fingers, "and you want me to let him get away!"

"Nora!" Silas snapped right back. "The asshole is married," he played his trump card.

"..Happily?" she ventured. "Oh, all right!" Nora huffed her disgruntlement when the guard narrowed his eyes, "... Dammit!" she whispered irritably.

"It's none of our business." Nora was a grown woman, but Red secretly preferred she make other choices where the British scumbag was concerned.

"I don't care how lavish he treats his conquests," Silas held differing views, "Nora shouldn't get involved with shit like that."

"Lavish?" the word clearly gained Nora's interest. "...How lavish are we talking?"

Liz frowned her growing concern.

"You want me to belt him again with he comes to, woman?" Silas threatened. "It can be arranged. We can keep his ass out for days until you come to your senses!" he warned. "You deserve better than that two-timing prick and you know it!"

Nora rolled her eyes, "There goes my brass ring," she grumbled, throwing daggers at the man sprawled on her kitchen floor. "Well, get rid of him then before I... 'come to my senses'!" she air-quoted, walking away dejectedly.

Red breathed easier.

Lizzy was doing an excellent job handling farewells as guests took the hint Antonio and Maria gave when they exited the festivities. The house was emptying slowly but surely.

Red discretely stepped aside, lowering his voice. "So... who did Joe match up with? Was it anyone I know? Or maybe... the blonde in the red dress?" he had seen the guard in question eyeing the woman all evening.

"...Eula and Leon." Silas' clipped tone spoke of his annoyance.

Checking Lizzy's whereabouts, Red smiled over at her, motioning he would be just a second more.

"Are you... jealous?" Red goaded the guard.

"Hell, no," Silas grated, "I'm just worried they'll still be here in the morning."

"Lock your door." Red advised. "Hey, I haven't seen Dembe since Amanda knocked Mark into next week... is he with Joe?" he quipped.

"Dembe took a step up in the world," Silas chuckled, "he asked to borrow my handcuffs... fill in the blanks yourself."

Lizzy pulled a 'come rescue me' look but kept her 'happy' face on for the departing guests otherwise.

Scratching his jaw, Red chuckled. "Let him have his downtime..."

"Copy that." Silas signed off.

Liz's attention was diverted from Red's activities by the arrival of Lia.

"Lizzy, I left my bag in the master but it's not there now." Lia was slightly upset. "I know no one took it... I must have moved it, but I don't remember doing it."

Liz glanced at the girl, then really looked at her. Lia was just this side of tipsy.

"All the other bags are on the bench at the end of the bed." Lia stated.

Liz mentally retraced her steps for the evening, knowing without doubt... the bag had to be in the master. That was the only place they ventured when they returned from the stylist.

"God... I hate when I misplace my purse." she commiserated.

Silas would have to be commandeered for this operation.

She sought Red's radio to find her guard but seeing the recent arrival on scene... or rather, overhearing the seductive purr of an older woman who now approached Red, her thoughts evaporated.

"Raymond," a woman's sultry husk purred, catching Red's attention, "you're looking rather dashing this evening."

Red turned, his eyes sweeping the slowly approaching woman's lithe form. He relaxed. This female he knew. She was no danger... or none he objected to at least.

No one in their right mind would ever suspect Joan Gardner was nearing her late seventies.

The woman's milk-white complexion and stark white hair gleamed with an ethereal glow against the black backdrop of night.

The nearly sheer black chiffon gown, which in Red's humble opinion, could have passed for negligee... hugged her breasts and rippled about her curvaceous frame and long, shapely legs.

Delicate silver baubles hung from her ears and wrists, while a heavy silver pendant sat proudly between her breasts. The look was very reminiscent of favored pin-up girls of days gone by.

Red's eyes lifted slowly, finding her soft hazel catlike eyes trained on him. The heart-shaped mouth lifted with a mischievous slant.

"Joan," Red kissed the older woman's high cheekbone, "it's so wonderful to see you again." he meant the praise. "You look... amazing, as usual."

"I wished to extend my congratulations," Joan looked him over with a trained eye, "on this most auspicious affair."

Liz's brows lifted in surprise to hear an underlying sensuality roll off the woman's tongue as she spoke with Red. She only half listened to Lia's lamenting over her lost purse.

"Most gracious," Red inclined his head, "I'm beyond pleasured you graced us with your presence. I trust you had a wonderful evening."

"I dare say," the woman moved closer, "the evening is not over... just yet."

Red glanced at the woman's sensual hand caressing his forearm, "...The night is still young, I agree."

He delicately skirted the true subject they discussed, silently wondering how to extricate himself from such a sticky situation, tactfully.

He knew what his plans were for the rest of the night. Though... he had to admit, he was intrigued as hell to hear this woman's ideas out of vapid curiosity.

Joan Gardner was a legendary figure among the rich and powerful set. Even Red found himself a trifle unsettled by the raw sensuality she exuded.

"Perhaps you would be interested in enjoying a nightcap," Joan's eyes drifted downward, focusing solely on his crotch. "That is how the younger set puts it these days... is it not?"

Liz's mouth fell agape for there was no mistaking the true meaning of what the woman was offering.

Red had to give it to Joan; she had brass ones... and he liked that.

"I assure you," Joan stated with absolute certainty, "the evening will end on a most pleasant note."

"Of that, I have no doubt." Red spoke the truth as his eyes swept Joan's body just as lasciviously. "Alas, I must most regretfully decline." he made the rejection sound sincere... for it was.

He would bet Joan could not only make him climb the walls... but teach him quite a few new tricks.

"Oh, why is that?" Joan took no offense, ready to reschedule the play date if nothing else.

Liz shifted her eyes away from the two, nodding politely to a couple disembarking before hastily returning her attention to the woman and Red.

"Lizzy, are you listening to me?" Lia practically stamped her foot.

"Shh!" Liz hushed her friend. "Just a sec...I'm, uh.. I'm thinking." she placated.

Lia fell blessedly silent, she too, getting lost in her own silent thoughts.

"My fiancé would not take kindly to my straying," Red lifted a leisurely hand towards a still gaping Elizabeth Keen, "no matter how much knowledge I may gain from such an experienced tutor."

Joan slowly turned interested eyes on Elizabeth, the shrewd, calculating stare mesmerized, "She has the most beautiful pert breasts," she seemed very approving for Red's sake, "and I would imagine, much to your delight... she's as tight as a drum."

Liz's mouth snapped shut, stifling a loud gasp escaping her lips.

Red grunted under his breath, "Behave, Joan... you're making my mouth water." he chastised gently.

"I can see where you might be anxiously awaiting the party's end," Joan purred, her salacious gaze traveling Liz's body. "What a delicious little morsel you have here."

"You have no idea..." Red's eyes danced, knowing damn well Lizzy could hear the unfolding conversation. That much was obvious by the red flush of her pretty cheeks.

"Much to my regret," Joan sighed her disappointment, turning aside. "I will allow you to save the treat selfishly." she brightened, a thought occurring. "We could invite her to join us?" she offered. "Has Elizabeth experienced the delightful entanglement of a ménage à trois?"

Francis, who had searched out Lia, stopped dead in his tracks, having stumbled upon the conversation. The boy slowed in his steps, covertly eavesdropping, his eyes big as saucers.

Red fought to contain his amusement as Lizzy's eyes nearly bugged from her head. He could tell she was desperately fighting not to whip her head about and openly gawk at the woman offering such an escapade.

Thirty years ago, the offer might have thrown Red. The suggestion would have intrigued the hell out of him, yes... but still, it was not an offer that was bandied about, surely at least, without having discussed the possibility with your significant other.

"Elizabeth has yet to experience that... activity, at this time." Red replied sotto voce, leaning close to Joan's exquisite fragrance.

"Ah, yes, you're only just recently engaged," Joan lifted her chin nobly, "She so young and ripe..." her dark green eyes swept Lizzy's body sensually yet again, "I understand you may wish to... break her in a bit more, on your own."

"I do," Red didn't deny the statement. "There is so much to explore yet."

Joan's eyes hooded as Red's darkened at the very idea of all he wished to explore with Elizabeth.

"When you introduce her to that stimulating amusement," Joan ran a familiar hand about Red's waist, "...think of me, will you?"

Liz side-glanced the woman's hand, watching it disappear under Red's jacket to destinations unknown.

"Most assuredly." Red inclined his head graciously. He saw no harm in allowing the woman's touch... nor stroking her ego. Both were pleasant pastimes.

In all honesty, were he and Elizabeth not romantically inclined... he would have more than gladly taken Joan up on her most appealing and even, invigorating offer.

"Do enjoy her charms this evening," Joan brushed a sensual flick of her tongue against her full lip, "... think of me while you do." she smiled wickedly.

"I'm not sure I have a choice now," Red flattered. His eyes closed involuntarily, already tasting Lizzy's sweet flesh.

Joan chuckled huskily, caressing Red's hip as she turned away. "My work here is done."

Francis craned his head, watching the woman's sashaying hips as Joan sauntered up to her waiting driver. Straightening the man's tie, she slipped with ease into the back seat, lifting her long shapely legs into the car.

The stoic driver looked at the men opposite him, a slow smile curving his lips before he hurried to the driver's side of the car, hastily vanishing from view.

"Holy... hell," Francis gulped, pulling at his suddenly hot collar, "I don't know about you, but she made my balls ache." he watched the car all but peel away from the driveway. "Lucky bastard!" he hissed his envy for the driver's good fortune.

Red cut the boy a chastising glance, "If Lia hears you say that," he warned, "your balls may ache for a whole other reason."

Francis whipped about, expecting the woman to be standing at his shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief to find Lia still with Lizzy.

"Don't do that!" Francis clasped his chest. "She's crushed my balls enough tonight... they're already black and blue, trust me!"

Rolling his eyes, Red bypassed the man, giving him a swift slap upside the head. He casually came alongside Lizzy, smiling cordially to those gathered. "A problem ladies?"

"Yes," Liz nodded, "Lia has misplaced her bag." a grim scowl of disapproval graced her pretty features even though she wasn't aware.

"In our room, perhaps?" Red hazard to guess, seeing the women's inebriated state, amused him. "That is where you all congregated when you arrived home."

Lia nodded quickly, "I remember now. I placed it beside your bureau."

"I'll fetch it for you my little apple dumpling strudel." Francis was off in a shot.

"Lizzy," Red noted a familiar face approaching, his own furrowing a tad, "can you excuse me a moment." he included the other ladies in his polite nod.

Red stepped aside, allowing the women to speak freely just as he was about to do.

He motioned Antonio Jr to the side steps of the portico. His youngest brother accompanied the man.

Luca downed his head when Red's eyes connected, their last encounter coming to mind.

Red dismissed the by-play. "I need to speak with you. Have a minute?" he addressed the older brother.

"Make like a tree and get out of here." Tony quipped to his sibling, who rankled instantly.

"That's not how it goes!" Luca's face squished up irritably. "You know I hate when you misquote shit!"

"The meaning still stands, regardless." Tony smirked. "Get lost..."

Luca stomped off determinedly but stopped a few yards off, something more prominent catching his attention.

Liz quickly included the youngster into the midst of the women surrounding her.

Luca seemed suddenly more content.

"Hey," Tony chuckled for the rapid change in his brother's mood, "you saved our asses tonight. Roberto and I were scrambling to find the correct venue for Mom and dad's party."

Red waved the words aside, more intent of discussing matters of greater importance.

"No, I'm serious," Tony continued, "Mom loves a lively setting and to find somewhere that could contain all this..." he encompassed the night with a sweep of his hand, "and not make the eleven o'clock news...you pulled our asses out of a fire," he was impressed, "and Elizabeth handled it all like a seasoned pro."

Lizzy's mouth pinched, her hand swiftly swatting Luca across the back of the head.

The action somewhat took Red aback.

Tony, on the other hand, laughed mischievously for the gesture.

"You better get yourself laid, boy!" Lizzy was heard to scold stoutly. "Or get a handle on yourself." she arched a brow.

Red cringed for the woman's forthrightness, feeling for Luca.

Tony's amusement mounted.

"Either that or become accustomed to getting smacked periodically... women do not enjoy being objectified!" she continued undauntedly much to the gentle amusement of her constituents as the scene unfolded.

Gentle, understanding eyes watched Luca's down-dressing, for the ladies were not truly offended by the slight faux pas.

"If you bother to look up once in a while," Liz huffed, "you'll notice a woman possesses charming facial expressions, welcoming smiles and captivating eyes as well as," she lifted the sides of her breasts for consideration, "... these!"

Red bit the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing outright for the brazen handling of the objects in question.

Lia giggled infectiously.

Luca's eyes hastily fell to the ground, his face blushing a ruddy red.

"When she slapped his head," Tony could barely contain himself, "his hair look like a rooster's peak."

Red cast the guy a 'look'. "Have a little empathy."

"He deserves it," Tony dismissed. "Hey, kid... get the rest of Mom's gifts." he called out, rescuing his brother all the same. "You don't want mother pissed off and on your case tonight... do you?"

Luca gratefully accepted the lifeline, scurrying away from the embarrassing scene as quickly as humanly possible.

Tony grinned widely, giving Liz the 'thumbs-up' sign.

Liz sighed lightly, shaking her head. She returned her interest to her still amused companions.

Tony returned his attention. "Mom bet dad that would happen tonight. He's gonna be pissed he missed it."

Red was interested despite himself. A wager was a wager. It was serious shit in the crowd he ran in.

"He not only has to take her back to Italy this year, he can't grouse about the shit she buys or bitch about having to ship it home. Which will, as you know, kill him." Tony laughed again at the thought.

Red smiled. "Remember last year?" he had to share. "I said Maria would fill up three containers and that he would have to purchase a new house to hold it all?"

"He said; No woman can spend that amount of money!" Tony caricatured his dad to perfection. "It's physically impossible!"

Red chuckled at the memory. "He bet me a couple hundred grand..."

"And," Tony would never let his dad forget, "his prized twenty-one-year-old bottle of Double Eagle Bourbon."

Both men shared a good laugh at Antonio Senior's expense.

"Maria has never let me down to date," Red drew in a cleansing breath. "I love that woman..."

"All right," Tony chuckled, "now... what is this we need to discuss?"

Red settled, quieting. "Your father and I were discussing Elena's situation earlier this evening." he began.

Antonio Jr held up a hand. "And you want my assurance that I will honor Miguel's memory and of course, you have doubts concerning my feelings for the child she carries."

Red liked people who could condense. He settled back, waiting.

Tony grew serious. It took a long moment. "I wrestled with this... conundrum for a good many years now, Red." he lifted thoughtful eyes. "I met Elena right after Miguel, and yes, I was more than interested which I let her know in no uncertain terms. She chose... Miguel."

Red could sense what it was taking for the man to speak.

"I've had opportunities to present my case several times since then. Elena is a passionate woman with a volatile temperament. She and Miguel fought often but," Tony shrugged, "she is also a loyal, trustworthy woman. She would never betray a man she loves."

Red knew all this to be true.

"She loved Miguel, but in time, I hope to persuade her that... I can be just as worthy of her love and loyalty as he was."

"And if these hopes do not materialize?" Red had to ask.

"I can be a very persuasive guy." Tony quipped then lost the glibness. He shrugged. "If something is meant to be... it will. If not... you have to deal with it."

Tony scowled. "I'm not going to lie and say it will be easy. It won't." he knew as much. "I've waited a long time for Elena, but I haven't been celibate. My heart was not in... the other's but, one goes on."

Red knew from experience, that was easier said than done.

"One goes on." Tony whispered softly. He lamented for a minute, then lifted his head. "As for the baby... it is part of Elena. Miguel would have given anything to see his child grow, to share that tiny life."

Tony's face softened. "He understood that were anything to happen to him, I would see to Elena's future... and the child's. It is my privilege to honor that belief."

All the right words had been said, but... still Red was unconvinced.

"My father once told me," Tony started solemnly, "in the end, the sum of a man's life depends on the quality of the decisions he makes."

Antonio had shared the same philosophy a few times over the years with Red.

"You are either a man of integrity or you are a scumbag." Tony smiled at the phraseology, then the smile faded. "If the worst happens and my dad outlives me..."

Which hopefully would not happen, considering Antonio Jr was set to leave their line of work, Red hoped.

"I don't want him standing over my coffin feeling anything but proud to call me his son." Tony concluded with his head held upright.

Lizzy's hesitant approach interrupted the talk, "I don't want to..."

"You fit right in with our family," Tony put her at ease instantly.

Red held out his hand for her to take, pulling her to his side.

"I was very impressed how you handled Luca." Tony smiled charmingly.

Liz flushed a bit, "Maybe there was a better way to..."

"Not from my standpoint," Tony laughed as he recalled the look of shock on his younger brother's face. "I applaud your technique and execution to deliver your point of view." the man's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I will collect my other brother–"

"The drunken one staggering across the drive?" Roberto arrived on scene, having tracked the man in question down.

"Our family isn't putting forth our best image tonight, are we?" Tony apologized to a politely silent Elizabeth Keen.

"You will become accustomed to us in time," Roberto checked with his eldest brother for confirmation, "...if you'll let us stay around a while, that is?"

Liz's heart strings pulled, her expression taking on a genuine softness. "Welcome to the family," she hugged each brother in turn.

"Right back at ya, sister!" Roberto beamed.

Tony sighed, shaking his head. "Go steer Enrico to the van and under no circumstance is he to be allowed to puke on mom's gifts!" he called after a hastily retreating Roberto.

"I'll put him in front," Roberto grinned over his shoulder, "...with you."

Tony pulled a face, "Great." he murmured, then brightened. "Once again, let me say how delightful this evening has been. Mom and dad were both ecstatic and impressed; not an easy feat, Elizabeth." he praised.

He offered Red his hand. "I will be there in any capacity Elena requires... you have my word of honor."

Red nodded minutely, his eyes holding Tony's clear, readable ones.

Tony nodded his farewell, traipsing to the heavily loaded down van.

Liz watched him slide the side panels shut before climbing into the driver's seat.

"Is everything okay? I didn't mean to interrupt business." Liz asked quietly.

Inclining his head, Red smiled gently at the woman. "Yeah," he pulled her closer, kissing her temple, "...or it will be in time."

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Silas sauntered up, a scowl on his face. "Have you seen the aftermath?" he quirked his head to the inside of the house.

Liz dreaded doing so. "...Is it bad?" she groaned.

"What is your definition of bad, exactly?" Silas wanted to know.

"It's okay, baby," Red patted her lower back consolingly as the woman groaned pitifully, "we'll just move."

She grinned, releasing a breathy laugh after a fashion. "Has everyone vacated?"

"A few stragglers, we're rounding them up." Silas reported. "Uber likes this location, let me tell you. They've made a small fortune in designated driver fees."

"The guy under the table?" Red enquired.

"We locked him in one of the cars left behind. He's passed out." Silas stated. "No one knows who the hell his is... we'll sort it out later. But there was another one under the gaming table... this one we know."

"Oh, that was Mark," Liz realized, "he dropped a chip and well... he just stayed there after a while."

"Now he's up in one of the spare rooms... one without carpet." Silas smiled pleasantly. "You have several such 'guests' making use of your hospitality."

"Lia and Francis asked to stay," Liz turned anxious eyes Red's way, "I said okay... was it... okay? I mean, I know Francis has stayed but... Lia?"

"It's your house, Lizzy." Red chuckled, "you may invite as many–"

"Well, I know." she crinkled her brow, "but I want it to be fine with you as well."

"It's fine with me." Red was amused.

"Ben was crashed on the settee with some woman's head in his lap."

Liz bit her nail, "That would be Katie." she explained to Red. Her eyes widened after a moment, "They weren't... I mean, she wasn't..." she stammered, visualizing what Silas said.

Silas narrowed his eyes, purposely waiting to see if the woman would spit out the words, just for the hell of it.

"Not that there's anything wrong with..." Liz shrugged, "...or that I mind, I just..."

"She wasn't blowing him." Silas cut to the chase, much to Liz's relief... and Red's amusement.

"Where the hell is that little bastard Glen?" was Red's only genuine concern. "Is he anywhere still in this house, or God forbid... near a loaded weapon?"

Silas frowned, "A little touchy, aren't we?"

"I don't think so." Red didn't.

"We took him to his so-called chickadee's coop," Silas had handled the issue himself, "he took the last of the shrimp with him, the asshole."

Red hesitated in his trek at the front foyer, "Do we really want to go back in there?"

Liz checked with Silas.

"Go the back way?" he suggested a solution.

"The coward's way." Red made mention.

"Yeah, let's go through the kitchen." Liz decided. Red shrugged, guiding her along. "...Oh, is Nora still upset with you and Frank Torello?"

"What does it mean when she advises me to pull the rod out of my stiff ass?" Silas enquired curiously.

Liz grimaced. "Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes." Silas confirmed.

"Never come between a woman a man with a British accent." Liz sagely schooled. "It will not end well for you."

"The orchestra and DJ are eating you out of house and home." Silas continued.

"Isn't that the same thing?" Red asked.

"Either way, they're still here. I'll keep tabs." Silas said. "On the bright side," he perked up, "there were a lot of losers at the gaming tables tonight."

"So, we're in the black." Red perked up too.

"Oh, Red," Liz scolded.

Kicking her heels aside, she gratefully eased into a blue curved-back chair. Resting her elbow on the soft upholstery, she sought Red's input.

Red avidly watched drapes of her skirt fall in a cascade, revealing the creamy length of her legs before the woman demurely tucked the pleats securely beneath her bottom.

"Let's think about the wonderful things that happened." she bolstered.

Red chuckled, leaning his palm against the out-jutted frame on the garden windows.

His expression a bemused one. "I'm listening..." he teased.

"You didn't get shot." Silas got the ball rolling.

Liz swiveled her head, smiling her encouragement in Red's direction. "You didn't." she seconded happily.

"Get out... now." Red gestured curtly, flicking his index finger jauntily about in the air. "Go join Joe and Eula... and Leon."

Liz gasped her shock, quickly covering her mouth, the large blue eyes dancing their glee. "I wish I could unhear that!"

"...Me too," Silas shuddered, taking his leave.

Turning about, Liz rested rest legs against the curvature of the seat, massaging her toes; now that they were free of the constrictive heels.

Red stuck his free hand into his pocket, content to simply take in her beauty. The moonlight filtering into the picture windows behind her shimmered on the lovely chestnut hair.

"What are you staring at?" she loved the way he was looking at her.

"It's rare I get to feel this way," he confessed.

"What way?" she was more than curious.

"...Contentment," he had sought the elusive emotion, "I feel... contented."

Unaware of doing so, Liz played with the thick strands of her hair, smiling warmly. "Do you?" she was pleased. "I'm... glad."

A smile touched his lips. "You resemble an exquisite piece of art, sitting there in that light."

Red's eyes caressed the low-cut décolletage.

She smiled, downing her head, "You make me feel that way."

He extended his hand, leading her through the wreckage of the evening, which neither noted for a time.

But when confronted by such destruction, finally... one had to take notice.

They halted in their tracks...

"Oh, Red, what are we going to do about," she gestured to the carnage with an encompassing arm, "...this?"

Red's expression was almost comically benign. "We can replace everything, Lizzy." he half-heartedly offered, stopping the barefooted woman from continuing further.

Liz's brow furrowed. They stood in the aftermath for a goodly while, letting it sink in.

"It's odd," she suddenly realized, "I never liked any of that stuff."

Red's head jerked to the statement. "What?"

"Tom's mother gave me those horrible plates and vases."

"...Then why did you unpack them?"

"I guess I was on auto-pilot?" a thought occurred. "They actually did me a favor," Liz was flabbergasted by the realization, "getting rid of it for me."

"Is that really how you feel?"

She shrugged indifferent shoulders, "I think it is." she brightened. "I want new things, Red. Ones that suit me."

Red looked at the bold, garish patterns scattered about the floor, nodding to himself after a moment's consideration.

Lizzy was light and airy in her choice of décor. Her tastes were classic in design. She was the perfect mix of elegance and grace.

"Well," Red pulled her close, making his decision, "we should explore that aspect of you... among other things."

Effortlessly lifting her over the glass, he deposited her safely on the other side of the room.

Lowering the lights, Red grinned, flicking the disco ball on overhead drawing a soft breathless laugh from the woman opposite him.

"Come here," kissing her soft lips, Red tucked her against his warmth.

Smiling happily up at the man, Liz lay her head against Red's shoulder. Wrapping an arm about his waist, Liz tucked her hand up against his chest, slowly falling in step with the man as they swayed in the silence.

The muted hum of the nearby piano and stringed instruments soon accompanied the measured sound of their own breathing.

Having not expected the soft melodic music, Liz raised her head from his chest, looking around in confusion.

"Do you think after all the anxiety and stress you experienced today," Red murmured, "I wouldn't do something special... just for you."

She realized quick enough, Red eventually would center his attention solely on her.

Either they would share a walk around the garden, cuddle on the couch or even share ice cream from a bowl. All activities they loved.

She also very much desired the intimacy of making love with Red, especially after their affectionate interactions this evening...

Today, Red had gone above and beyond to make this day special for her.

While it had not turned out exactly how she expected, what she truly hoped for... what she really wanted, had happened.

Whether Red's determination to make the night a spectacular one had anything to do with Maria's acceptance of her... Liz wasn't sure.

But she did know, she loved Red for always putting her best interests above all else on his agenda. She loved him for being there when she needed. One look told her he understood her silent communications, no matter how subtle.

She loved him for somehow finding a moment during the chaos of the evening to share at least one private moment with her.

She loved Red for being the life partner she always dreamed of having.

Smiling softly, Liz shook her head, laying back against Red's shoulder. "You make every day special."

She lost herself to their gentle sway, just as the man at the piano began singing quietly.

Dividing her attention between the steady rhythm of Red's heartbeat and the message he wished to convey with the song he had chosen... her eyes glittered with tears.

Though, she cherished these moments when he went that extra mile to remind her how very much he treasured her and their relationship.

When he simply said the words, no one could better express their love than Red.

Lifting to her toes, she rubbed her soft cheek against the rough texture of his stubble, crinkling her nose happily as the familiar bristly sound tickled her ear. His cologne enveloped her senses, relaxing her further.

Just as she hoped, Red pulled her flush against his body, taking in the scent of her hair. She increased the tightness of her arms about his wide shoulders, kissing his jawline.

She felt him smile against the shell of her ear as she clung to him, desperately wishing somehow to gain more connectivity.

His thick fingers curved to the small of her back, sending tingles of sensation tickling up her spine.

Considering they were fully dressed, the intimacy of their embrace was breathtaking.

She could feel the hard lines of Red's body move under her touch as she explored his form.

The gentle push of his belt buckle against her navel... his thick thighs brushing tantalizingly against hers suggested all sorts of wickedly erotic possibilities.

Within this embrace and the gentle probing touch of Red's hands... was the promise for more.

She squeezed the man tightly as his message became clearer, understanding dawning on her.

Just as willingly and lovingly as Red shared in their physical intimacy...

He also conveyed that no matter what the situation... he would do anything for her, for the rest of his life. That he truly viewed her as the best part of his life.

What the man at the piano sang were just words of a love song...

But it was Red's actions, his intentions... his words that made the pledge he vowed so damned meaningful.

Red's words were his bond... his covenant with her.

They weren't just words; they were truth.

Pulling back, she looked up at the man, a tear rolling freely down her cheek.

Red caught the stray drop, brushing it aside, his mouth curving at the corner, knowing full well... she understood he was offering his word of honor.

She tip-toed, her lips trembling as they touched his warm, comforting ones.

"I love you..." she whispered urgently against his mouth.

"...And you must know," he husked roughly, "I damn well covet you."

Deepening the sensual caress, Red walked from the room with his arms securely about the woman he loved.

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AUTHOR NOTES:

So you don't go crazy trying to figure it out, song referenced that Red and Liz dance to: "For You" by John Denver