AN: Final chapter, guys! It's been a fun ride, and I'd like to thank you all for taking it with me. This one is really just PWP, NSFW smuttastic.

And I own nothing.

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In the morning, Red seemed to jump from one dream to another when he woke to find Liz's arm across his chest and her leg hitched up and over his groin. She was adorable in her sleep, lips slightly parted, with just a hint of a smile, like she knew what she was doing.

But she didn't, of course. Not really.

His back and shoulders throbbed exquisitely from the previous night's activities, but that was nothing compared to his body's response to her current antics.

Early morning light had only just begun to shine through the curtains. With the room still mostly-dark, Red decided to try to fall back asleep. He wanted to let her sleep, as well. Really, he did - but first, a repositioning was in order.

The easiest, most effective way to accomplish this, he decided, was to turn away, so that if she happened to wake for a moment, she'd assume that he was still asleep, and would therefore more easily slip back to sleep herself.

As he rolled, Liz allowed her leg to slip free of his hips, but the arm around his chest pulled him closer to her. With her face buried into his back, she drew in a long, deep breath through her nose. Soon, he managed to fall back asleep, and not long after, into yet another pleasant dream about his agent imorata.

When he awoke to find that the hand on his chest had traveled south, he let out a low, flustered groan, but gave in and leaned into her touch. He couldn't decide whether she was also awake or not, but when she closed her fingers around his already-solid flesh, Red very much hoped that she was doing it on purpose. His hips jerked forward again, and she tightened her grip, causing him to suck in a deep breath and shudder.

He kept his eyes closed and his reactions minimal, just to see what she would do next, on her own, without being spurred on. As good as it felt - and god, it felt good - the anticipation was killing him. For what felt like an eternity, she held only the base of his erection, lightly squeezing but otherwise not moving at all. Red was just about to grab her hand in surrender when she finally stroked him to the tip and worked her thumb in a light, circular motion along the underside.

No question, she was wide awake now, and he allowed her to continue stroking him. Having gone twice the night before, he felt reasonably confident that he could sustain control of himself just fine, at least for now.

But right after she established a rhythm, he felt her moving behind him and heard a soft moan escape from her lips.

No. No.

NO.

He growled, rolled over, and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her in for a kiss, his tongue urgently slipping past her teeth.

She would not be taking matters into her own hands - not while his were unoccupied.

"Mmm... good morning," he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her on top of him. As she moaned into his mouth, he pulled her more tightly against him and bucked upwards, against her.

Liz's hissing "Yesss-" was interrupted by her growling stomach.

"We don't have any food, do we?" He asked.

Kissing along his jaw, she replied, "Nope."

"I did manage to stock a few staples for you... breakfast-wise, um, there's Italian espresso. No milk, but there is sugar."

"I have an espresso machine? I don't even know how to use one."

"That so? Well, you know, we never made it to the kitchen last night..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and smirked as a sly grin spread over her lips.

"I can't promise that I'll remember anything you try to teach me as long as you kee- Jesus, Red!"

Apparently he couldn't wait until she'd finished her sentence to shove his hand into her panties.

She used the headboard to brace herself, pushing upwards and back, onto her haunches. Smooth as ever, Red deftly followed suit without interrupting his hand's work.

Liz tried to climb off of him, but his fingers tightened on her hip, holding her in place. "You're not carrying me this time. I can walk."

"Of course you can." Two fingers slipped in while his thumb applied pressure and moved counter-clockwise. "Just give me a minute."

He suffered no shortage of confidence, and she found it sexy. So, so sexy. Even if she wanted to stubbornly resist, Liz's body wouldn't have complied. She rocked forward, leaning into his touch, digging her nails into his shoulders.

As she drew closer to the edge of release, he retracted his hand from her center and used both to grip her hips and pull her more tightly against his cock, tipping his head to belt a resonant groan against her throat. He bucked upward with each roll of her hips, providing the friction they both craved. When she cried out and collapsed, it was all Red could do to stop himself from falling after her.

After taking a moment to catch her breath, Liz found herself acutely aware of Red's need for further attention. She began to crawl backwards, hooking her thumbs into his boxers and pulling them down as she went - except she didn't make it very far before he stopped her. "Soon," he promised, gazing down with glazed-over, hooded eyes. He ignored her little 'hmph' of protest.

Acquiescing, she swiveled her body and scooted off of the bed. Red wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against his side as he lead her to the kitchen and launched into a boastful description of her state-of-the-art espresso machine.

"Normally, the process involves pouring water into a small reservoir at the top, but your espresso machine, like a café's, has plumbing installed, as well as filtration, so you don't have to worry about that."

Leaning against the countertop with her ankles and arms crossed, she listened attentively and tracked his every move with only her eyes.

"Now, you CAN buy pre-ground beans, but they're inferior, and this remarkable little machine will grind up fresh ones for you."

He reached into the cabinet overhead and pulled out both the beans as well as two tiny ceramic espresso mugs. From the corner of his eye, he detected Liz's slow, predatory approach. Her arms circled his chest. Her lips, pressed together and humming, traced along the path of his carotid artery.

He just couldn't quite get a good enough grip on the bag to open it. Liz knew it was her fault, and it delighted her to watch him fumble. She hooked her chin over his shoulder and laughed, inching her hands lower and lower. Her fingertips fluttered over his ribcage. "Problem?" She teased.

Oh, a rapidly-growing problem, actually.

At that, he dropped the bag, pulled a 180, grabbed her hips, spun again, and hoisted her onto the counter. He stepped between her legs and grabbed the back of her head to pull her mouth to his.

When they pulled apart with a pop, Liz waved her index finger in front of his face, chastising. "Weren't you supposed to teach me how to use that thing and make espresso?" Her chin jerked towards the machine at her side.

"Was I? Are you sure I wasn't going to teach you how to use this-" He pressed his hips forward, "thing, you know, to make love?"

She used her foot to push him away and eased her feet back onto the floor. "Both, then."

While Red predictably pouted, she located a knife and roughly tore open the bag of beans. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

No, it was. To him, it was.

"Now, where do I put these?"

He playfully slapped her butt, relinquished the torn bag, and poured it into a small compartment in the back. "Right here."

She nodded. "Okay, and then...?"

"You just put the cup here, and then push either the 'single shot' or 'double shot' button." He lifted his eyes to her, questioning.

"Double, please." This was her first time having plain espresso, rather than a latte or cappuccino, so a single shot may have been the better choice.

Oh well. At least they had sugar.

While the machine whirred, she took Red's shoulders and spun him around to press his back against the countertop. She grabbed both of his hands and moved in for a deep, heady kiss.

God, those soft-and-yet-firm lips were delectable...

She reached down to grab his ass, rocking her hips against his stiffening arousal. Pulling back, she flashed a salacious smile and began kissing her way down, maintaining eye contact as she went.

After all, he had said, "soon," and thank goodness, it was soon enough already.

Before she'd even touched him, he groaned. It was the anticipation.

The knowing of what

she was about to do.

Mercy.

Unsurprisingly, his cock looked much, much bigger when it was only inches from her face.

Enticing as ever.

She wrapped her fingers around the base and slowly lowered her mouth. His skin velvety soft, it somehow seemed appropriate to first touch her lips and tongue to it with equal softness.

So she did, of course,

and it took only seconds to drive him mad.

When Liz finally took him into her mouth, she proudly gazed up at his hands - the knuckles white and gripping the counter's edge. She held his eyes as she took him in further and added suction.

The urge to grab her head and repeatedly slam against the back of her throat was nearly all-consuming, but she'd once mentioned having a sensitive gag reflex, (truth be told, he'd previously chalked that up to Tom being gag-worthy) and Red would never treat her like some worthless pleasure box.

No.

His Lizzie was to be cherished.

But when she miraculously took him in further and swallowed, it staved off her gag reflex, and the head of his cock fit so perfectly into the back of her throat that he almost could have sworn that they were destined to collide.

Then her tongue began to slip back and forth with each bob of her head, providing a delicious friction that made Red's eyes roll back - his legs, unsteady and weak.

But she picked up the pace, and it was more than he could bear. "Lizzie," he pleaded.

She ignored him and quickened even further. "Lizzie, please.. slow down. I can't-"

Adorable.

He was simply adorable when he begged.

And while she was tempted to force him to go on, she also wanted him to fuck her senseless.

She may have wanted that even more.

He tugged her hair gently

(though desperately)

and YES,

nevermind.

Liz's decision was made.

More. She definitely wanted him more.

Mercifully, she pulled back, smiling at the sound of his cock slapping against his belly. She took his hands and walked backwards, blindly pulling him towards the table. When she felt it hit the backs of her thighs, she pulled off her panties and sat on the tabletop. Red kicked off his boxers, already pooled around his ankles where she'd left them. In the span of a few heartbeats, he divested her of her t-shirt as well.

For a long moment, they simply embraced and held still, relishing the perfect skin-on-skin contact between their upper bodies. It was Liz who broke the contact, pulling back just enough to slip one hand between them, aligning him for entry.

They both shuddered continuously as he buried himself within her in a single, agonizingly-slow stroke. Again, they paused, fiery eye to eye, and nose to nose. Every fiber in their bodies sang with whitehot electricity.

He fucked her with a deliciously-slow deliberation. Maintaining the contact between their torsos, Red moved only his hips. With deep, upward thrusts, his pubic bone never strayed from her clit, and he leaned into it - a perfect counter-balance to the pressure of his cock pressing against her inner walls.

Gradually, he picked up speed, but his deliberation never waned at all. With her nails digging into his back, non-verbally begging for more, Red happily obliged.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed until they both moaned and saw stars, together. Lizzie came first, eyes rolling back, mouth open wide - a torrent of heat that made him want to fuck her like this forever, but after that, he couldn't even last another twenty seconds.

Red's bowstring-taught body trembled, but he held on tight, throbbing inside of her as a roar ripped from his mouth, unlike anything she'd ever heard before.

Liz looked to the right, where light shone through the half-open curtains of the sliding glass door. She narrowed her eyes at a large smudge that she spied on the glass. It was both amorphous and symmetrical - like a Rorschach test placard.

"Is that...?" she trailed off.

"Prints from your buttcheeks," Red supplied, smirking. "So, your thoughts on the kitchen?"

"I'm not sure. I think I'll need you to show me again at lunchtime."