Author Note: There isn't any relevant information pertaining to the storyline in this chapter. It's just a love scene, so if they aren't your thing... you aren't missing anything.

LIZZINGTON

"If you two can amuse yourselves?" Red guided the woman gently about furniture and trappings. "She's going to take a nap."

"I don't need a nap." Liz remarked surlily. "I'm not a two-year-old."

"Okay." Red placated. "You're not a two-year-old." He massaged her neckline with capable fingers. "What would you like to do then, Miss Grown Up Person?"

Liz leaned back, sighing blissfully, enjoying the massage. "Oh, Red... that feels so good."

"Does it?" He expertly guided her to the room, closing the door on the outside world.

"I'm so tight." She craned her neck this way and that, whining for the fact.

"Oh, I know you are, sweetheart." His tone said they were speaking about two separate things, but the woman didn't pick up on it. "Tight and hot and... steamy."

Liz frowned her puzzlement. She sat on the bed where he directed. "Where's my orange juice?" She searched in vain for the bottle.

"I have something much better than orange juice." He stated. "You'll like it, trust me."

"Well, I do trust you, but it seems to me, a person shouldn't just steal another person's juice out of thin air."

"Um hum. If you would just...disrobe?" He fingered the edge of her blouse gingerly. "We could get started. I do have other patients, Miss."

Liz blinked glazed eyes up. "What?"

Dropping their bags on a nearby ottoman, Red removed his jacket, slinging it over a chair beside him.

"Oh, you gotta check my bandage." Liz replied glumly.

"Sure," Red shrugged, unbuttoning the cuff at his wrist. "I can do that, too. I have a medical degree. It's on the wall of my office." He said, rolling his sleeve up his forearm.

Noting Lizzy's avid interest, he paused in his movement, giving her a nice, long look. He wasn't sure when her forearm kink began, or why... but whatever turned her on. A smile tugged at his mouth when the woman released a trembling breath before her brow furrowed quizzically.

"No, you don't." She blinked stoned eyes. "I've been in your office. The only thing on the wall is painting of some ship, remember?" The woman brightened instantly. "Do you know that painter guy...Bob Ross? I want to have some classes with him."

"Sure." The man began to unbutton her blouse. "I'll give him a call. Connection might be iffy but...what the hell." Since the gentleman in question was long since dead.

Absently reaching for the muscle flexing in the man's forearm, Liz glanced down curiously. "What are you doing?"

"Checking your wound." He kept a perfectly straight face as Lizzy fondled his arms and sighed dreamily.

"Oh." She relaxed, returning her attention to her fixation.

The man removed her blouse.

Taking the opportunity presented, he cupped her chin, checking her face for any bumps or bruises, but thankfully, found none. Slowly drawing his fingers down her neck, he followed an invisible path down her shoulders and chest.

"You have a bruise here." He scowled for the fact, gently cupping her breast.

"I do?" Automatically looking down, Liz's mouth fell into a small pout. "What are you doing?"

"Making it better." The man replied absently, his attention for the task at hand. He maneuvered the plush mound in capable hands. Sliding the straps of the bra down her arms, he watched their trek with an artist's appreciation.

"Oh, " the blue eyes sought him out instantly, "you don't have to take that off. It's right here, see?"

"Oh, but I do need to take it off. Really." He had halted his handiwork, the blue eyes seeking out his patient. "See, Miss Grown Up Person? I am a full-service physician. I am most thorough in any exam I give."

Thoroughly enjoying the sight of Lizzy experiencing slivers of lucidity, Red chuckled when the woman's glassy eyes drooped as another wave of the drugs tickled at her brain stem. The slaphappy smile and following giggle told Red... she was having a fine time indeed.

"My name is Liz," she leaned, whispering the fact for some obscure reason, "Doctor..."

"...Reddington," Red played the game. "How are you feeling, Lizzy."

"...Fine." She decided upon reflection. "How are you feeling?"

He slipped the bra off the heavy mounds, laying it aside on the bed. He took the time to measure each full mound in all their perfection. Red glanced down to the pert little nipples displayed so prominently. "I'm a little up-tight along about now. Want to help a guy out?"

"Sure," Liz replied automatically, then canted her head, "...I guess?"

"I'm going to touch you now... it won't hurt." His fingers played with the pink puckered points gently, his stare a fixed, confident one. "Are you sure you're feeling up to this?"

"I'm up for anything... I think?" The woman glanced down, intent on his fingers. "You are taking liberties, you know." She squirmed this way and that, but Red only persisted.

"You are not being very cooperative." He made mention. "Don't you like my touch?"

"Well...yes." Liz stopped her protest. She sat docilely, allowing the man to resume his pastime. She watched his progress almost sullenly, which brought a grin to Red's face.

"My methods may be a little unorthodox, bear with me please. When I do this, tell me what you feel, alright." Red directed. Bracing his arm beside her, he leaned. "I need to gauge your response. What you feel when I...do this."

Taking the more sensitive nipple into his mouth, he suckled gently.

"Oh..." Liz gasped, pushing her breast into the moist heat. Red's mouth gently tugged at the distended tip as his tongue rubbed tenderly against the raw nerves.

"It's..." she trailed off, her brow crinkling, "it's warm." She blushed contentedly. Sighing hesitantly, Liz blinked, watching the man's activities with subdued interest.

Red allowed his tongue to flick the tiny tip suggestively as he sought out those vacant blue eyes. "Feel any tingling anywhere?" He asked huskily.

"Tingling?" Liz moaned softly. "I-I guess there is some tingling, yeah." She scooted closer. "Is... is that bad?"

Kissing the rounded edge of the pink areola, the tip of his tongue flicked sensually back and forth several meaningful strokes, his hot breath skimming her chilled flesh. The resulting gooseflesh burst out over her body causing Lizzy to shiver in response.

"No, that's a very good thing, as a matter of fact," Red muttered as the swell of Lizzy's breast brushed against his cheek. "I think we're getting somewhere, actually." His palm swept down the indentation of her waist, coming to rest on a voluptuous hip. "If you lay back, I can examine you properly."

The woman sighed heavily but fell back into the giving surface of the bed behind her, her arms spread out almost comically.

Red's hands went to the belt of her jeans. He had it opened, the zipper down in seconds. "This is procedure, just relax."

"I am relaxed." The woman closed her eyes readily. "I feel relaxed," she thought so anyway, then second guessed herself. "Maybe where that tingling is, it's a little tight...I guess?"

Grinning at the woman's unintentional honesty, Red nodded. "That's very good to hear." He said, tugging on the jeans. "Lift."

Liz sighed yet again, but obeyed, nonetheless. "Again...the wound is not down there, just saying." Her tone was a little terse, Red noted with veiled amusement.

"You have beautiful breasts, Mrs. Reddington." The man's tone and gaze had softened as he removed layer by layer of the thing barring him from his objective. "Has anyone told you before?" Her shoes fell by the wayside, unnoticed.

Red's eyes swept the heavy mounds with masculine appreciation even now.

Liz thought back. "Well, once some guy on the subway said I had a nice pair of knockers...does that count?"

He decided to let that one pass.

Red's hands halted their pastime, his fingers having hooked into the top of her blue silk panties, running suggestively about the rim. Sliding the light fabric slightly out of his path which revealed a lovely portion of her bottom, he smoothed his hand down her buttock, caressing the rounded surface in open affection.

"...I love the feel of silk on the curve of your bottom. My hand slides over the small bulge just right. Does it feel good when I stroke you here?"

He rubbed his palm down the slope. The rustle of his hand moving along the lace of her panties sounded loud in the quiet room. The man's fingers eased over the rounded orb of Lizzy's ass cheek several meaningful passes.

"...Yes." She stammered her growing confusion and rising passion.

"And how about..." Red's free hand moved strategically, as he ran the thickness of his fingers slowly up and down the crease of her apex, studiously allowing one to slip under the edge of her panties. "Here..."

The man eased his knuckle over the wet surface of her opening stopping to give particular attention to the budding swell of her clit. "...Is there any pain when I do this?"

The silk was moved aside. Red enjoyed Lizzy's slight gasp of delight as the cool air brushed against her now exposed genitals. His middle finger entered the heated cavern with a smooth, full stroke. "It's important I gauge the extent of your motor functions, you understand. Can you contract for me... just a few times?"

Liz didn't have much choice in the matter. She moaned breathlessly...obeying.

"That's just fine. I can feel your response." Red continued to thrust slowly in and out of the molten opening. "Take a deep breath for me now."

He watched those lovely orbs rise and fall with the quickening of her breathing. "These look painfully enlarged." He fingered the tiny pucker of her nipple. "Perhaps if I just massage them for a beat."

Lizzy's moans were becoming more and more frequent.

"No... that didn't help, did it." He leaned, taking a lovely peak into his mouth. He suckled lovingly. Lizzy squirmed about restlessly, whimpering despondently.

"There's that's better, isn't it." He lifted from his administrations. "You are being a very good patient now, I must say. You take my direction very well."

He moved his thumb about her clit teasingly. "But we seem to have a problem down here." He mused openly. "Let's get rid of these." He urged her to allow him remove her panties. "I can see the issue much better with them out of my way."

The man tugged the silk down the long, lovely legs...dropping the slight weight to the floor.

"I think I know the problem. Let's see if I can alleviate your suffering." He took his time in situating himself between her legs, his eyes feasting on the lovely hues of her vagina. "Spread wide... let me do my job."

The rich, deep sensual tone washed over the woman's ultra-sensitive skin, causing gooseflesh in its wake.

"I'm just so sorry you are having to suffer through something like this." He moved close, his breath hot and heavy on Lizzy's vulnerable skin. "I can fix it."

Red brushed his fingers along the seam of her sex. "I'll wager this spot right...here." His thumb brushed against her budding clit evasively. "Is where that pesky sensation stems, yes?"

"Oh..." she warbled softly, "yes... yes, I feel it right there." She swallowed drily. "It feels like a deep, throbbing," she sought the word, "...ache that just won't go away."

"Scoot forward just a bit here and open your legs wider for me." He knelt, giving the instruction.

Wrapping his fingers around her knees, he tugged gently, planting her feet on his shoulders. "Is that comfortable?"

"Yes," Liz wriggled about, situating herself. Spreading her legs further, she bared herself freely. "Are you going to do an," she exhaled shakily, "... internal exam?"

"Of a sort," Red replied. "Just relax, sweetheart. This isn't going to hurt at all."

Parting her vaginal lips, he smoothed his finger through a well of cream before inching into the heated slot, tenderly working the tight ring open. "Now just a little deeper..." he felt the sheath part slightly, allowing him to slip another digit in alongside the first.

"You are very tense," he tsked. "When I'm done with you, you'll be all nice and loose."

"Oh, I hope so..." Liz gently rocked against Red's hand, moving his fingers deeper inside her body. "That's more... natural. Is it alright if I do that?"

Stroking the weeping hole with maddeningly slow thrusts, Red felt his cock harden when the snug channel clamped about the thick spread, only to quiver its delight in the next breath.

"Whatever you need." His tone was deeper and more involved than he wanted at this stage, but it was what it was.

Feeling his knuckles come flush with the woman's moist lips, Red pushed inward, waving his fingers in a come-hither motion. "Let me just examine this area here a bit." He bit his lip anxiously, breathing in her growing arousal, feeling his cock harden in response.

Moaning deep in her throat, Liz pushed against the sensation, driving Red's fingers into the warm, slick flesh.

The low thrum building in her sex burst to vivid life, creating a spark so intense, the resulting heat shot through her clit and thighs in a rolling wave. Unable to control the pleasure, her thighs trembled visibly.

"I think we're getting to the bottom of the issue here." The man had enjoyed the hesitant gasp and subsequent moan of distress.

"I'm h-hurting." She confessed her present state, sliding her fingers along the top of her mound, just brushing the apex of her sex. Licking her parched lips, the woman's breath came in shallow, thready whimpers.

"That is unacceptable, isn't it." He soothed lovingly. He moved her hand aside. "Allow me to earn my keep, young lady. I will administer the procedure needed."

Red's eyes deepened with a sensual huskiness as the fleshy nub lifted from its hiding spot under her swollen lips. Watching the dusky pink hue darken to that of a rosy red was as enchanting as it was beautiful.

He tugged her closer, his hands about her thighs, leaning forward just so...

The man's thick tongue slipped alongside the ridge of her clit, circling upward, tenderly flickering along the hood in the next second. "This is a tried-and-true method of relaxation. I've used it many times in the past to great success."

She mewled her delight. "Yes...that is helping so much." She sighed shakily, relaxing into the sensation of his warm mouth's activities.

Curving his tongue around Lizzy's clitoris, Red suckled the bundle of nerves at a leisurely pace, encouraging it to swell between his lips. Slowly pumping his fingers between her folds, he rubbed the snug channel with soft, petting strokes.

Feeling the man's hand cup her breast, Liz glanced down and felt her body relax fully as Red further buried his face between her thighs. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she watched him nuzzle his nose against her mound and inhale deeply.

Drawing his tongue upward, he flicked her swollen ridge, easing the fleshy peak back and forth. A blanket of serenity enveloped him when her hands smoothed along his skull in response to the full width of the agile muscle rubbing her methodically.

Liz's vision blurred as the thick of Red's tongue and fingers moved in rhythm, each pushing deeper and harder into her wired nerves. The thumb at her breast worked in a counter-rhythm, languidly circling the stiff peak.

Groaning her arousal, Liz lifted eagerly to the experienced lips. Red's mouth covered her clit hungrily as he kissed the throbbing button lasciviously for a goodly while.

Squirming and wriggling about, Liz's hands gripped the bed coverlet desperately, her groans music to the man's ears.

"Please...can you make me feel better." Red's vision blurred as Lizzy's soft, sweet whimpers grew in intensity, as did the pressure he applied to her clit.

Liz's breath caught as the tender flesh of her thighs brushed against the coarse beard dusting Red's cheeks. The man's hot breath and tongue circling and tugging on her clit created an intense current to pulse through her lips.

"I certainly can try. Does this feel good?" The tip of his tongue teased her opening with languid strokes. "It's a new treatment I'm trying to perfect. You will let me know if I'm doing anything wrong?"

"No... you're doing everything," Liz gulped for a stayhold and a coherent thought, "just right." Her voice sounded strained and meek. "Please don't stop."

"I most certainly will not stop." Red frowned. "For the patient to feel better, I must complete the procedure. It may take a while, but the results are worth it, you'll see."

Pushing into the man's mouth, Liz moaned brokenly.

Between the effects of the drug and Red's expertise, it took only seconds for the man to bring his lady to climax. He sensed the exact time of the strong emotional onslaught, lifting his mouth from the tiny clit...breathing his hot breath out to better allow the transition to take place.

His eyes devoured the lovely sight afforded him. "Most women are exquisite when they find their pleasure." He watched her face contentedly, knowing he was the one who helped bring her to the point of no return. "You certainly are no exception."

He leaned, planting a lingering kiss on the throbbing little point, his gaze a restless one suddenly. The man lifted to his full height, looking down on the basking woman.

"There is just one more stage of this procedure." He extracted his penis from the restrictive confines of his dark slacks. "It is a rather crucial part, however." His eyes measured the carefully trimmed lushness of the dark pubic hair nesting the erotic opening he so coveted.

His cock hardened and lengthened in response to such visual beauty. "If you could take a slow, deep breath for me?" His gaze immediately transferred to the full mounds, their beauty entrancing his senses. He brushed his fingers gently over the swollen nipples with several meaningful sweeps.

Red grunted as the large rod, sensing its mate's needs, expanded to its full potential. Before Lizzy's soft warbling cries could taper, he shifted upwards, aligning himself with her opening, his hands holding his instrument poised.

Bracketing Lizzy's smaller body with his bulk, he gave a gentle push, sliding into the still convulsing sheath. He enjoyed the woman's soft gasp of appreciation.

"Breathe out..." He instructed, stepping closer still, burying his heavy girth a few inches into the molten depths. His eyes deepened, watching the process taking place. The plump head of his cock pushed its way into the restrictive confinement. His breath caught when the pink flesh disappeared into the stretched little hole in titillating increments.

"That feels amazing, doesn't it." His tone was low and husky, allowing for his involvement. "Just relax and allow the emotions to take you to a place of total contentment."

Mewling her desperation, Liz lifted into Red's slow downward thrust. Wriggling against his hardened rod, she pushed the thick bulb deep into her core until it stretched her cervix to its limit.

"Yes, just like that." He whispered encouragingly. "Don't be shy. Tell me what you need," he coaxed almost soothingly. "That's what I'm here for, to fulfill those needs, remember."

"...Deeper." The woman's voice was a caress of anguished supplication. "I need you...deeper."

Threading his fingers through her hair, Red cupped his hand about Lizzy's nape, holding the woman still. "I can absolutely do that for you." He gently thrust slowly back and forth, burying his length into the quivering depths lovingly. "Your mouth is so full and enticing. It's unprofessional of me, I realize, but..."

His lips tenderly parted Lizzy's moist ones, the kiss almost chaste, considering what Red truly wished to be doing with that sweet, tempting orifice. Visions of the red, pouty mouth on the head of his cock made him groan brokenly.

He reluctantly pulled back. "I'm sorry." He wasn't. "I should not have done..."

Liz's small fingers grasped the scratchiness of his cheekline, her lips peppering his face with small kisses before that delicious mouth sought his hungrily.

Red's hands smoothed her dampened hair back from her temples, his cock flexing eagerly as he mingled the tip of his tongue with her more timid one.

"Next session..." He rasped his growing need. "I wish to spend some time concentrating on a similar technique where I place my tongue inside your opening...your other one, that is." He eased his organ about her mouth sensually.

Excited by the news, and the visual it presented, Liz whimpered needily.

"No, don't be alarmed. It's all quite harmless, but the process has been proven most beneficial to a woman's all-around well-being." Burying his face in the cradle of her neck, Red allowed Lizzy her whims before cupping her ass in his hand. "I do hope you will trust me with your continued good health. I assure you, I have only your best interests at heart."

Lifting her ass upward, Red groaned soulfully as he thrust back, slowly building the sexual tension between them.

"I trust you so much." Liz panted breathlessly. "I know you are trying to help me. I know that." She gasped, opening her legs wider. "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Give yourself over to my handling." He encouraged, his tone hoarse, erotically husky. "I want so badly to assist you." He pumped hard into the receptive little slot, his strokes confident, eager lunges of wanton desire. "To reach that warm, healing place."

"Yes!" Lizzy gasped breathlessly; the overload of sensation built to a wondrous crescendo. "Help me go there..."

Red's mouth took her breath away as the slow, agonizing kisses left Lizzy anxiously on edge for something only he could give.

"Oh, yes," Liz moaned breathlessly, "god... yes, just like that."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Liz clutched the man tightly, panting helplessly in his ear. Tightening her knees against his flank, she focused on the short, deep thrusts of his cock inside her.

Shifting to his side, Red slid his hand between their heated bodies, rubbing his thumb along Lizzy's clit. Closing his eyes to the sensation of her core tightening around him, he slowly pushed in against the button, gauging her needs.

When the woman's core clamped tight and held, he eased into the pressure until he felt the telltale sign he needed.

"Come on..." his roughened voice encouraged, "come on me, baby."

Focusing his attention, Red slowly eased his thumb upward, stroking the swollen nub with a pronounced pressure.

Shaking hard beneath him, Liz sucked in a sharp breath and tensed seconds before her tunnel clamped him painfully tight, then fluttered chaotically with the emotions he was forcing her to experience.

Jerking against the cock inside her, Liz pushed Red to the brink, shoving him deep within her body. Red gasped as the tight sheath tugged hard at his cockhead, in turn jostling his already swollen ball sack.

"Red..." Liz whimpered despondently, "oh... god..." Digging her heels into his ass, she nudged the tip of his cock hard against her cervix, surrendering to the waves of pleasure drowning her.

Like a dam giving way, her inner core flooded with moisture and opened, creating an ache so poignant, only the heated cream of his arousal could soothe the agony.

The man moved into the convulsing little cavern, stroking the tight walls with constant rhythmic thrusts.

"Shit..." Red drawled as liquid heat unexpectedly shot on to his engorged cock. "Lizzy... baby." The man momentarily forgot all about the role-play aspect. His mouth joined with the sweet nectar of her own, his emotions spiraling into a cascade of wondrous elation.

He felt the pressure building inside his cock, groaning for the euphoria was almost too much to bear and then...

Faltering in his stride, Red stilled, hissing a sharp gasp, allowing his release in an explosive burst of built-up emotion which shook him to the core of his soul.

Thick jets of semen poured from his parted slit into the welcoming heat of her pussy, that little hole milking him for all he had.

Moving against one another in languid but determined strokes for the duration, they finally slowed to a gradual stop, shuddering their completion in breathless abandonment.

Lifting his weight off the woman beneath him, Red slowly rolled to her side and collapsed into the bedding. "These sessions are always exhilarating, but quite...draining, don't you agree?"

Sighing her bliss, Liz nodded amiably. She exhaled shakily. "You are very good at what you do." Her voice was laced with subdued drowsiness.

Shifting to his side, Liz slung her leg over Red's thighs, exhaling a contented breath. Laying in the quiet, both luxuriated in the closeness they felt, the connection.

"I'm so glad you could fit me in on such short notice, Dr. Reddington." Liz murmured quietly, breaking the silence, her tone filled with mischievous lightheartedness. The meds had finally worn off. "Is there any chance I might find a permanent spot on your calendar?"

Sniggering, Red rolled to his side, gathering the woman against him. "Should you ever feel in need of my services," he murmured throatily, "feel free to come again, anytime."

Lizzy's giggle delighted the man, his grin answering her mood.