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Elizabeth tried to sleep, really she did, but all she could do was lie there and watch Red, who was softly snoring, completely oblivious to her excitement. She hoped her excitment would be contagious.
Midnight rolled around and she fought the urge to leap out of bed. No need to be hasty. She had all day...
Well...it was technically morning.
Checking to make sure that Red was still sound asleep, Elizabeth crawled out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. She turned on the light and found the bag she had hidden behind the towels.
Elizabeth shook her head, smiling slightly. The things she did for this man...
She reached into the bag and pulled out the dark blue garments. Red had told her a million times that the color made her eyes pop, but she doubted he would be focused on her eyes. She cringed as she tried to sort through the scraps of lace and the buckles and ribbons that went with it. Why did negligees have to so complicated? Elizabeth liked simple. Panties and tank tops were enough for her, and always seemed to be enough for Red.
But this was special.
With a small sigh, Elizabeth stripped off her shirt and panties and donned the negligee wondering if heels would look good with the thigh highs or if it would just look desperate.
Looking into the mirror, she was pleased to see that her hair still held some of the curl from the night before. She could work with that. It seemed rediculous, getting made up for sex, but she threw on some eyeshadow anyway.
She was ready.
Creeping back into the bedroom, Elizabeth was relieved to find Red still sleeping. It was amazing, the feeling of empowerment she felt when she considered the fact that Red only really slept in her presence. As if she could keep him safe. Maybe she could.
She could have watched Red sleep for hours, memorizing every plane of his chest...every tattoo...every scar... but she forced herself into action. Reaching into the drawer of her nightstand, she pulled out several candles and proceeded to light them with a cigarette lighter she had filched from Red's coat pocket. The light created the romantic ambiance she had been hoping for, and she allowed herself a moment of smug satisfaction. She had never attempted anything like this with Tom, and this wasn't bad for her first try.
There was a slight stirring from the bed, and Elizabeth decided that she and Red had waited long enough. Eight weeks of lying next to each other and not really being able to do anything had been torture. One more hour would have surely killed her. Climbling slowly onto the bed, Elizabeth sat on her knees beside Red, regarding him for a moment before leaning down and doing the one thing that would get him up and going if nothing else would. She pressed a kiss to his neck, then scraped her teeth down the sensitive skin there.
She was on her back before she knew it.
"It's not nice to flaunt food in front of a starving man, Lizzie," Red growled into her ear, his hands pinning hers down to the mattress.
Elizabeth struggled slightly against his hold, relishing the feel of his body against hers. "If you hadn't noticed, Red, I was offering to feed the starving man. Eight weeks is a long time to go without food..." Elizabeth was cut off as Red moved off of her to consult her calendar. "So this is what you've been up to... You should have filled me in. I could have done a lot better than sleep pants and no shirt."
"Oh no... This is by far my favorite outfit," Elizabeth said softly into his ear as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Now drop the calendar and let me get back to what I was doing."
Red obeyed immediately, dropping the calendar onto the floor and allowing Elizabeth to drag him backwards up the bed until she was resting against the headboard with his back cradled against her chest. He shivered when her fingers roamed his chest and found the fresh scar that dominated it. "Does it hurt?" she asked, attempting to remove her hands as Red held them in place. "Yes," Red stated plainly. "But it'll hurt worse if you stop, so don't stop." Elizabeth complied, tracing her fingers down scar and back up again. Red sighed, leaning back into her and placing his head on her shoulder. "It's an ugly thing, isn't it? Not nice to look at at all."
Ugly? It seemed as though Elizabeth and Red had very different definitions of ugly.
"I like to look at it," Elizabeth said softly. "It means you lived. You took a bullet for me and you lived and here is the proof."
They were silent for a long time, both of them enjoying the feel of being so close after weeks of stamping down the arousal that never failed to arise when they were near each other. Elizabeth breathed in the lingering scent of his cologne, and smiled when she realized that he was nuzzling her neck, searching for hints of Chanel.
It was time to get moving.
Ghosting over his scar one last time, Elizabeth let her hands wander down his chest and over his abdomen until they reached the waistband of his pants. "Lizzie..." Red hissed as Elizabeth wrapped her legs around him, parting his thighs expertly with her feet. "Yes?" Elizabeth asked slyly. Her hand dipped under his waistband and grazed his member slightly. Red moaned. "I honestly can't remember..."
"Good." Elizabeth grasped him tightly in her hand, squeezing for a moment and running her thumb over the tip. He seemed to spring to life under her ministrations, and she reveled in the heft and feel of him, drawing encouragement from the barely contained moans and pants he gave. She encouraged him as well, knowing that he would hold back if she let him. She didn't intend to let him. "Please, Red. Come for me... Come for me and I promise it won't be the last time tonight... please..." Her teeth trailed his neck all the way down to his shoulder and that was all it took. He shuddered and moaned loudly, arching into her and turning his head to seek out her lips, which she gladly gave in reward.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?" Red whispered against her jaw.
"Nothing," Elizabeth laughed. "But you can make it up to me some other night." She moved from behind him and pushed him gently down onto the bed. He studied her appearance as she stripped him of his sleep pants and whistled boyishly. "Nice. Did you make a special trip out to Victoria' s Secret just for me?"
Elizabeth glared as she moved to straddle his waist. "The sales guy saw my gun and asked if there were going to be handcuffs involved." Red's eyes widened slightly. "Well?" Elizabeth grinned. "Next time."
Red fingered the lace of her negligee with a certain reverence, and stopped her when she tried to pull it over her head. "You'll probably never wear this again and I want to enjoy this for as long as I can," he said. Elizabeth pulled a face but left the garment on, grinding down hard when he smirked. A moan escaped his lips and he lifted his hips to meet hers, searching for friction. She rocked against him, needing friction as well.
"I've never known you to be a tease, Lizzie, " Red said through gritted teeth.
Elizabeth moaned as he pulled her down to him for a rushed, messy kiss. She pulled away from him and arched her back when his hands found her covered breasts. "You're right, Red," she gasped. "Teasing really isn't my style. " She moved the flimsy material of her panties to the side and plunged down on top of him, earning a strangled groan. She was still for a moment, gripping him tightly with her thighs as he tried to buck into her. His face was flushed and he was breathing hard, and for a moment Elizabeth was worried, but then she was flushed and was breathing pretty hard herself...
Elizabeth moved slowly at first, wanting to draw out the sweet full feeling as long as she could, but it wasn't long before Red had other ideas and she had to move to keep up with his pace. She leaned in to kiss him and he pulled her to his chest, as close as he possibly could. She could barely breathe as it was, but she let him hold her anyway. Some things were more important than breathing.
Just when she felt she couldn't take much more, something inside of her snapped and she found herself sinking her teeth into Red's shoulder, muffling her screams. An apology crossed her mind but never found its way to her lips. As it turned out, an apology wasn't necessary. Red came with a growl, biting into her neck sharply then soothing it with his tongue.
They lay in a heap on Elizabeth's bed for a long time after, fighting for breath between kisses and laughing at how exhausted they were. "You know," Red began as Lizzie moved to lay beside him instead of on top of him. "You'll be expected to do this every Friday from now on."
Elizabeth didn't have the energy to argue. "Kay." She rolled over slightly and snuggled into his chest, allowing him to hook her leg over his hip.
"Hmmmm... You seem to be in such a nice, compliant mood this morning. Wonder how I can take advantage..." Red pressed a kiss to her forehead before continuing. "I've given my situation with Fitch some thought..."
"Some thought?" Elizabeth scoffed, wide awake at the mention of Fitch's name.
"Fine. I've given it a lot of thought."
"And what have you decided?"
Red's silence did nothing for Elizabeth's growing nervousness.
"I'm going to deal with Fitch. Soon. And you can't be around when I do." Red's grip on her tightened when she started to protest. "It's not that I don't trust you, and I am well aware that you can take care of yourself. The thing is...Melanie's going to need you, Lizzie. I only have a short window where he is alone and I can get the answers I need and dole out the necessary punishment for stealing a child." The deadly tone of Red's voice sent shivers down Elizabeth's spine. "They'll find him soon after. I need you to be waiting for Melanie's call. Will you do that?"
Elizabeth nodded, actually grateful that she would miss the carnage. "You know I will. How are you going to confront him?"
"Head on, of course."