AN: This is the last chapter of your Secret Santa gift, Thia and I hope you enjoyed this fic! I had a great time writing it, even though I got carried away a little! So, it's a little after 7 pm where I am and I need to get going. I wish you all a Happy New Year! Have a great night! And thank you for your support! This chapter is rated M!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

Chapter 6

The next time they woke, it was because the sun was shining brightly through the slightly opened curtains. Red groaned and buried his face in her hair, hugging her tightly. He felt her lips at his neck, moving lazily over his skin and he sighed, enjoying the ministrations.

The rumbling of her stomach had them both laughing and Red pulled back to kiss her gently. "Good morning, sweetheart."

She hummed contently. "Good morning."

When she was moving towards the edge of the bed, Red held onto her arm. "I'll get you breakfast, stay right here."

"Mhm… good morning for sure," she said, snuggling back under the covers and hugging his pillow to her.

He watched her for a few minutes and then pulled on some underwear before he went to find something to eat. She had almost fallen back asleep when he finally returned with a tray full of food. He put it on the bed and climbed back in, taking a moment to stroke her hair from her face. Liz blinked sleepily at him, but then her stomach grumbled when the smell of coffee and food hit her senses. She pulled his discarded dress shirt from the floor and put it on, buttoning only half of it, so it wouldn't drop from her shoulders. Red swallowed hard. She looked far too appealing right now. If she never wore anything but his dress shirts ever again, he could die a happy man.

They ate breakfast leaning against each other, stealing occasional kisses from the other. Liz traced a scar on his left knee, her eyes shining with curiosity.

"I used to play lots of different sports during my childhood, so injuries were happening quite a lot. I had about half a dozen knee surgeries and up to this day, it still gives me some trouble." It must have been the first time he had talked about his past.

"What did you look like back then?"

"Would you like to see some photos?"

She sat up straight. "You have photos?"

He smiled at her. "I'll take that as a yes." He left the room once more and returned a short while later, a folder in his hands. Red put the tray on the nightstand and settled against the head board, Liz quickly followed and snuggled against him. He took a stack of photos out of it and handed them to her.

"That's you?" She asked in an amazed tone.

"Yes. I must have been around seven."

"You looked cheeky, even back then." He chuckled at that. "And so adorable." She looked through the pictures and Red offered a story here and there. When she came to the last one she gasped. "I'm keeping this!"

"Show me."

"No." She hugged it to her chest, shaking her head. "I'm keeping it."

He smiled down at her. "I'm not taking it from you. You can have it. Why you would want it is beyond me though."

"Are you kidding me?!" She held the picture up so both of them could look at it. "Cute smile, stunning eyes and fluffy hair. Was that in high school?"

"Yes."

"I would've totally crushed on you," she said, grinning up at him. "I would've never said anything, but yes, you would've been my secret crush."

He leaned down and kissed her softly. "I'm sure I would've managed to persuade you otherwise."

"Okay, I've made a decision. I'm keeping them all," she told him, grabbing the folder from his hands.

He didn't mind at all, in fact he would give her everything to make her happy. Red watched as she flicked through the photos once more, the shirt she was wearing riding up her stomach, exposing her unblemished skin and suddenly he had an idea. Smiling to himself he retrieved the scarf from where it was lying next to the bed and got to his knees, then he took the bowl of jam from the tray and put both items on the mattress, before he started unbuttoning the dress shirt, kissing every inch he undressed.

He took the folder from her hands and put it on her nightstand, before taking both of her wrists in one of his hands, holding them over her head. Red grinned at her and Liz couldn't help but smile back. He was insatiable. To her surprise, he took the silk scarf and wrapped it around her wrists before he fastened it around the headboard of the bed.

"Red!"

He tugged on the material, making sure that it was fastened but not too tight. "What, don't tell me you're not turned on by the 'ruthless criminal and helpless girl' idea."

"What?" Surely he wasn't being serious. They had just become intimate and he was suggesting role play?

His chuckle brought her back to the present. "Sweetheart, don't look so anxious. I was joking. Though I wouldn't mind you having your way with me. Actually I think I would enjoy that a lot."

"Red."

He leaned down and kissed her softly. "I would never hurt you, never do anything you don't want. This is just to prevent your nails from cutting open my skin. You get quite passionate. And I love that, but I'm a little sensitive right now. Do you want me to untie you? If you're uncomfortable, you can tell me."

She quietly mulled his words over in her head. "No. I trust you." Something flickered in his eyes at that; she had apparently found the right words, but she could do even better. "I love you, Ray."

He swallowed hard and then leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. "I love you. So very much," he whispered against her mouth, before sitting back.

"Just one thing," she started. "No tickling."

A grin spread over his face. "My, my, Lizzie, are we perhaps a little ticklish?"

"Reddington."

He huffed at that. "I don't like it when you call me that. It sounds as if you're reprimanding me."

"Good. Keep that in mind. Now, I'm getting a little cold here."

The grin came right back to his face. "I think I can do something about that," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

He grabbed the little bowl and stuck his forefinger into the jam before he started spreading the sticky substance over her body.

"You better clean that up again," she told him and Red looked at her like a tiger about to pounce its prey, before he leaned down and started running his tongue over the lines he had drawn. She moaned at the feeling. If there was one thing that could be said about the concierge of crime, it was that he was the absolute most selfless lover ever. He was practically worshipping her body with his mouth and hands, making her melt into his touch.

"Ray…" she panted.

"Mhm?" He was busy sucking on her inner thigh.

"Please…"

He could smell her arousal and felt himself harden inside his boxer briefs. "Please, what?" He started running his fingertips over her folds, eliciting a throaty moan. He slowly pulled them apart and started circling her clit. "God, Lizzie, you're so wet. Is that all for me?"

"Yes. God, yes. Please, Ray, I need you."

How could he possibly deny her that request. Ripping off his underwear, he lined himself up and pushed into her, both moaning in unison. He set a quick pace, almost completely pulling out before pushing all the way in again and Liz wrapped her legs around his waist, holding tightly onto the headrest. She hated not being able to touch him like she wanted to, but it somehow just fueled her passion.

She was meeting every single one of his thrusts with a motion of her own hips and it drove him crazy. He could feel his orgasm building quickly and chided himself for his hair trigger lately, but this woman was just too much. Holding onto her waist with one hand, he used the thumb of his other one to flick over her clit and soon after, she was screaming his name, shuddering madly while her inner walls constricted around his thick shaft, milking his own climax from him.

He hugged her tightly to him, when he felt her peppering his head with kisses. "I love you, Lizzie."

Reluctantly he had let her leave the bed at some point, instantly turning happy again, when she had invited him to shower with her. After getting dressed it was time for lunch already and the three of them went to a nice little hole in the wall place.

"Ray?" She asked once they had gotten back.

He looked up from the bag he was packing. "Yes, sweetheart?" She was sitting on the bed, her gaze solely on her hands, that were clasped in her lap. He didn't like this look on her. "Lizzie?"

"What happens when we get back?" She finally asked.

His heart constricted painfully when he heard her voice break slightly. He dropped the shirt he was holding and walked over towards the bed, kneeling down in front of her, and both winced at the popping sound coming from his knee. He took her hands in his and squeezed. "What do you want to happen?"

She sighed in frustration. "You can't just answer a question with another question!"

"Lizzie," he started, stroking over her cheek. "I love you and I mean that, with everything I am. And I want to be with you, for as long as you'll have me. So this, us, is up to you."

She saw nothing but truth in his eyes. "Can we?"

"Can we what?"

"Be together?"

"Yes," he replied immediately. "Yes, sweetheart." Getting up from his crouched position, Red sat down next to her, cupping her face to pull her in for a soft kiss. "If you want to keep this quiet, we have to be careful, but I'm sure we can manage. And if you don't want to keep this quiet… I'll talk to Harold. We'll make it work."

Liz leaned into his chest, her head tucked safely under his chin. "What do you want?"

"I just want to be with you."

She kissed the side of his neck. "But you must have an opinion here."

"Honestly, I couldn't care less if people knew, which is a very selfish thought. I don't want you to be in any kind of trouble."

"If we get into trouble, I'll vanish with you," she told him, without any hesitation.

He pulled back and looked down at her. "Sweetheart –"

"Red, I don't have anyone but you. If I lose you too…"

His eyes shone brightly at her words. "You'll never lose me."

"Then promise me that you'll take me with you, if it comes to that."

He shook his head in amazement. What had he done to deserve her? "I promise you, Lizzie. I won't ever leave you." He leaned in to kiss her. "We have to go soon, but there's a place I need you to see before we do. It's only twenty minutes from the airport, so we should be fine."

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself closer, she just couldn't stop touching him now that she had him. "What place?"

"The Blue Lagoon. It's a geothermal spa. Very beautiful scenery and a perfect place to see the Northern Lights as soon as it gets dark." Wrapping his own arms around her, he grinned wickedly. "I'll pull some strings so we can be… alone." He lowered his voice.

"Really?" She asked in mock-annoyance.

"Making love under the night sky of Reykjavik," he whispered, enjoying how a shiver ran through her body.

Liz put her hands to his chest and pushed him back, before getting up. He looked at her, unsure of her thoughts. "What are you waiting for? We have to leave."

Red grinned. "And here I thought you were going to reprimand me for my over-eagerness, sweetheart."

She grabbed his tie and pulled him close. "You can be as eager as you want, as long as it's with me, sweetheart."

He groaned, before he crushed his lips to hers, giving her a passionate kiss. "I told you, Lizzie, we're going to make a great team."