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Liz lay in bed at night, tossing and turning restlessly as she was unable to get comfortable. Rolling onto her back, she sighed deeply and ground her palms into her exhausted eyes. Her skull was throbbing with every heartbeat, her eyes burning with tears.
The splitting headache was back, worse than the night before.
It was unbearable and she couldn't take it any longer.
She slowly raised, swung her legs out of bed, and put her feet to the soft, carpeted floor.
The sudden feel of his arms around her belly startled her and stopped her from getting up.
"The headache again?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"I'm sorry, Red. I didn't mean to wake you up," she whispered apologetically.
He rolled half away from her and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
"Where do you want to go?"
She didn't answer his question.
"Don't tell me you wanted to take another painkiller."
"I’m tired.” Liz tried to defend herself. “But I can't sleep with this headache.”
“You’ve already taken the recommended dosage earlier tonight.”
“Are you keeping tabs on me now?” Annoyed, Liz tried to push his arms away to escape his grip around her belly, but it only tightened with her efforts.
"But it hurts so much..." She complained in agony and warm tears trickled down her face.
God, he hated when she cried; each time it felt like his heart was being torn from his chest, and this time was no different. It made him feel so useless, worthless and guilty and he knew it was his fault that she was hurting.
"Then let me help you, sweetheart.” He whispered and pulled her back into bed and into his naked chest, wrapping her in a tender embrace. The urge to comfort her, to sooth her tears away and banish her misery, overwhelmed him.
“Don’t stuff yourself with these chemicals when there is another way.”
Liz leaned against him and his hands came up to cover her head, his fingers starting to rub her temples, trying to ease the pain.
She melted against him, pliant and unresisting as his gentle hands stroked her, warming her to the bone. Her eyelids grew heavy; her muscles turned to butter.
Closing her eyes, she gloried in his soothing touch. “Oh, that feels good..."
“Let’s get more comfortable, hmm?” Red suggested, then sat up against the headboard and Liz snuggled up to him, her head resting in his lap.
He slowly continued the rubbing, his fingers leisurely massaged and circled around on her scalp, back and forth, up and down and along the temples and her forehead.
His touch was tender and loving. Worshipful. A yearning caress that sought to heal her hidden wounds.
No other man had ever been as attentive as him. When they were together, his full attention was on her. It was almost scary how well they connected with each other. She always felt safe, comfortable and loved in his arms.
Liz closed her eyes and sighed in relief. It worked. She didn't know why but the movements and the pressure took the pain away and for the first time tonight she felt herself relax.
“You’re working too much, Lizzy.” He stated the obvious.
Red and Liz were in a happy and loving relationship for seven months now. When two days before Liz began to feel unwell, the fool inside him had hoped she might be pregnant, but in reality, it was the latest case that drained and exhausted her.
Case files laid scattered all over the living room floor and Liz had spent endless hours working through each paper, unfortunately with little success and it had left her frustrated and tense.
“I can’t find the connection.” She said, sounding dejected. “But there has to be one.”
“You’ve been through the papers three times …”
“And I missed the most important detail three times.” She’d hissed unhappily. “That has never happened before.”
“You’re pushing yourself too hard.”
“I’m a profiler. It’s my job to see the connection and the sooner I do, the sooner we’ll be able to catch the next blacklister.”
Ever since they were together, Liz had started to become quite protective of him and a little possessive at times too.
“Catching another of your enemies can’t be delayed, Red.” She insisted, determined to make his life easier, to fight for his freedom, because she was secretly pondering the idea of having a child with him in the near future to complete their family as well, but not with the constant danger surrounding them.
She looked up at him with so much affection, he didn’t know what to do with it. Her love for him shone forth like a beacon, and his shriveled heart flourished in its warmth and light. Reeling, his emotions exploded violently within him. She was disarming like this, talking to the lonely parts of his soul.
Was this the same woman that had shown him such resentment and bitterness not so long ago? Who had betrayed and deceived him and had wanted him dead?
He was overwhelmed by her love for him, touched how she was willing to battle his worst adversaries just to make his life easier.
Swallowing hard, all Red could do was nod his head in agreement.
Looking down into her sweet face, his eyes gazed into hers, telling her, without words, how much he loved her in return and let her feel it through his caring touch.
He kept rubbing her aching head and she relaxed and surrendered herself more and more to his skillful fingers. Little by little, the pain subsided and she loosened up, moaning slightly. "Mmm… please don't stop."
Red smiled down at her. "I can do this all night long if you want me to..."
"Sounds good to me."
Feeling completely free of pain Liz admired how talented he was with his fingers and what magic they could do. She couldn't help but let her mind wander, recalling how those skillful fingers had touched her in other places in the past months.
Delicate little tendrils of remembered desire curled around her nipples and tightened them.
She vividly called back to mind their first night together, how his fingers had found their way into her underwear and how one long finger had dipped into her wet heat. There was a callus on the pad, like the finest grain of sandpaper ever made and he’d brushed it around and over her clit in wispy little sweeps, bringing her to orgasm embarrassingly fast.
All these months later, he knew her body so well and could work her into a maddening state with just a simple touch or even a look from his smoldering eyes.
In bed, he always knew exactly how to touch her, where to stroke, where to kiss, where to suckle, until she became a writhing furnace of passion. He knew when to go slow or when to go fast. He knew when to be gentle or when she needed him to be a little more rough with her.
He knew all her pleasure points with expert precision. He searched them out, and when he found them, he made them beg for mercy.
Her orgasms were intense and loud, no other man had made her come this often and this easily before. Every time she could completely let go with him and gave herself fully to him. And he didn't stop with just one. He kept going until she had absolutely nothing left.
Being with Red, making love with him, was the most amazing, out-of-this-world experience, a dream coming true.
Trapped in these erotic imaginings, waves of desire wandered through her, leaving her craving for more.
Red immediately noticed the change in her breathing and the familiar heat radiating from her body, caused by arousal.
"I can help you with that too", he whispered seductively and stopped stroking her head.
Boldly he reached down her nightgown to cup her breasts with both hands and let his thumbs brush over her nipples, which immediately hardened under his touch.
Her moans which followed were deep from desire but also from pain.
"What's wrong?" He asked concerned, when she opened her eyes and looked at him miserably.
"The headache comes back as soon as you stop rubbing my head."
"I'm sorry, love." He sighed in frustration.
"I guess I can't have both, being free of pain and have some pleasure. Please keep on rubbing my head."
"But maybe you need that sexual activity and the release." He pondered.
"What do you mean?" She asked, curious.
“Sex triggers the release of endorphins, the body’s natural painkillers, through the central nervous system, which can in turn reduce, or even eliminate your headache. You’d also relax some more and become very sleepy afterwards.”
The deep-timbred rasp of his voice was wrapped in velvet and seemed to stroke over her skin just like his touch.
"But we have a problem..."
"That is...?"
"You have only two hands and you can't stop rubbing my head.”
"Yes, I know, but I have an idea. Why don’t you play on your own?” He suggested huskily. “Fondle and caress yourself. I'd love to watch that, Lizzie."
Unsure how to react and what to do, she still looked up at him. He smiled and petted her face gently.
"Do what you like, touch, stroke, please yourself, put your hands where you need them most."
Still hesitating, Liz pulled up her nightgown and Red helped her remove it.
"Your panties too..."
She was sure the sound of his voice was against the law as she automatically raised her hips to push her underwear down and away before she laid back into his lap, completely naked.
Catching his eyes sweeping up and down her nude body, she enjoyed the approval glittering in them.
He continued the head rubbing and she felt the pain vanish in an instant, slowly bringing back the feelings and the erotic thoughts she had before.
Slowly and hesitantly, she let her hands run across her belly until she cupped her breasts.
Her palms circled and brushed over her nipples as Red watched them becoming painfully erect. A throaty moan escaped her lips when she blissfully pinched them with her fingertips.
Her breasts were sensitive and responsive to each tug and pull of her fingers. Jagged lightning sizzled through her bloodstream, connecting her breasts to her feminine core. Sooner than she thought possible, she felt herself becoming damp between her legs.
Spreading them wide apart, Liz reached down a hand to caress her inner tights, while the other hand remained worshipping her breasts.
Running a finger up and down her wet slit, she drew lazy circles, stroked, petted and spread the moisture. Then, two fingers were deep inside her, stretching her, causing her to gasp with the delicious invasion.
She heard his sharp intake of breath and she could almost feel his burning gaze fixed on her. He watched her every move, his eyes slid hungrily over her body, seeming to probe every inch of her being. They had darkened to misty gray, and a pulsating passion was blazing in their dark depths.
Mesmerized by the way Liz was playing with herself, Red hardened under her head as her fingers pushed into her heat, making a quiet mushing sound as she pushed it in and out, then teased her clit.
Feeling Red’s straining erection, she pressed her head deeper into his lap, causing him to groan and exciting him even more.
The rich scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, sweet and pungent and uniquely hers, and he wished he could taste her.
"Ohhh Lizzie..." He grumbled while she stared at his lips as he worked his mouth, his tongue wetting his lips in that subconscious habit of his.
Dipping her fingers inside where she was the most sensitive, she gathered her wetness on her fingers, then lifted them to his mouth to let him taste her.
Hungrily he licked the slick digits, the slow swipes of his tongue made her gasp. Sucking them clean one by one, his tongue traced each finger and the delicate webs between them, sending gooseflesh rippling over her body.
When he finally let them go, she swirled the pads of her fingertips against herself once more, the rhythmical motion causing spasms of sweet, almost painfully intense feelings to rip through her.
Her breathing quickened and her body was aching more and more in need.
He picked up the rhythm and soon his hands rubbed her head in perfect synchronization with her fingers pushing in and out of herself.
The knowledge that he was watching her turned her on even more, bringing her faster to the edge.
Tweaking and strumming her clit, every nerve in her system went haywire, sweeping her away on a tide of exquisite sensations and she mewled with it.
In that moment, she looked so unbelievable beautiful that he couldn’t look away. Her face and neck were flushed red in arousal, her blue eyes lustrous and radiant, her body trembling with tension.
"God, I'm so close, Ray..."
"Mmm, then let go, Lizzie. Finish yourself. Let me see how you come."
Red’s instruction worked as a direct command to her pulsing core. Liz’s breathing became erratic, her gasps louder. Her body was squirming and he struggled greatly to continue rubbing her head as she vaulted over the edge.
Bucking helplessly against her own hand, the waves of pleasure ran through her body and hit the wall of pain in her head. For a second the ache grew unbearably strong again, but finally broke through. Liz let out a small cry in agony, and then collapsed, lying limp across his thighs.
Red was still rubbing her head, gently now and watched her calming down slowly.
"Are you alright?" He asked concerned.
Liz only nodded.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes... but I'm fine... just give me a second."
"You should sleep now..."
"And waste your nice erection? No way, Red."
She smiled seductively and only then did he notice that she was still touching herself between her legs.
"I'm so wet and I need you inside me... now!" She whispered lustfully.
Absolutely intent on her mission, she turned around and pulled him free from his underwear, her whole body shaking with anticipation as she straddled him. He was so hard yet so delicately silky in her hand as she lifted her hips and notched him into place.
Her hair fell forward as she bore down on him, biting down on her lip to stop herself from screaming.
He felt so good. Amazing. So big and thick…
His hands found her head, his eyes never leaving her face as she took him to the hilt. His eyes were dark and sensual, hooded with fierce desire so intense, she felt her insides contracting in response.
“Oh yes.” She moaned, utterly overwhelmed. “This feels so good.”
“It certainly does, my love.”
The urge to move was too powerful for her to remain still for long and she rose and fell again, feeling the exquisite slide of him inside her.
More. She needed more of this beautiful madness. Each deep plunge inside her sent tremors of sheer pleasure racing through every cell in her body.
Her own hands found her breasts, massaging and teasing, as her hips found a fast, urgent rhythm, riding herself to another climax that was bearing down on her in no time.
It hit her like a blow, tightening every muscle and pulled her away from his massaging hands to throw her head back, loosing a sob from her throat. Again, the waves of pleasure hit the pain, but it wasn't that bad anymore.
Red pulled her down onto his chest, holding her close, but before he could reach out to caress her head all over again, she stopped him.
"You were right...the headache is nearly gone. I think you can stop the rubbing now.”
At her words, he rolled them around until she was beneath him. He began pumping inside her, and even though she'd thought she was done, that it was over, that there couldn't possibly be more, she felt herself tighten again.
"You were so beautiful and sexy when you touched yourself, Lizzie... I love you so much." He whispered against her mouth.
Then, his tongue stroked hers in an urgent kiss, echoing what their bodies were doing, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting his penetrations enthusiastically, bucking against him as he deeply filled her and withdrew.
When she came, it was a rolling storm of release and he was shuddering with her, his face pressed into her neck, his fingers clenched into her hips as he lost himself to his own blissful orgasm.
He collapsed down beside her and took her closer into his arms. She snuggled up against his chest, utterly spent, breathless, her body limp and damp with sweat, the last ripples of her climax still washing through her.
“Are you all right?” His voice was husky, still thick with desire.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She murmured sleepily, wanting nothing more than rest now. "I love you, too." She managed to whisper before she drifted into a long, deep and healing sleep.
When Red woke up the next morning, Liz sat up in bed beside him, a city map spread out in front of her. She’d drawn several lines with a red pen and had framed their intercept point.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He mumbled, blinking his eyes open, frowning a little that Liz was immersed in work all over again.
“I think I’ve found the connection, Red.” She breathed excitedly and looked at him.
Why wasn’t he surprised? He knew she’d solve the puzzle eventually; it was just a matter of time – and an entire night of sleep.
“Tell me.” He said, smiling proudly at her accomplishment.
“All five suspects cross paths on their way to work.” She pointed at the red-rimmed area on the map, then pressed the home button on her phone, waking it up. “And according to Google they pass “Henry’s hot dog cart” and the “Potomac Liquor Store” before they swarm out in different directions again.”
“Then we should investigate both locations.” He suggested, sure the case was as good as finished with her results.
“Yes, definitely.” She grinned and pushed the map aside to snuggle beside him.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” His hand rose to brush the hair away from her face and tuck a loose strand behind her hair.
“Much better, thank you.” Her senses were reeling at his gentle touch. She loved him so much, so very very much and she needed to show him, tell him.
“Can we take a day or two off?”
Surprised at her question, he raised his eyebrows. Such a suggestion coming from her lips was new.
“Of course.”
“Can we stay in bed and rest some more?” She asked, then lowered her voice to a honeyed, soft purr. “And maybe repeat what we did last night? I think my headache is not completely gone yet.” Her hand went theatrically to her forehead and she sighed in faked unhappiness.
Red chuckled in amusement. “I’d love to help out on that matter, my love.”
And with that he pulled her on top of him, wrapped his arms around her body to have his sweet way with her.
The End