She’d told him she loved him. She is drunk on the sound of his pleasure, driving her confidently forward as she reduces him to nothing more than sensation with the blistering heat of her tongue. Xxnx “You almost finished here?” he asks the medic. Breathless, they break apart, eyes meeting in a moment of shared acceptance. The small sounds she makes fuel his desire to please her, his own lust pooling low in his body. Though he does spirit Lizzie away to see the volcano for an afternoon, most of her time is spent typing and emailing reports to Ressler, while Red is on the phone tracking down contacts and arranging meetings with their next Blacklister. “Agent Ressler, Agent Keen and I have had a very trying 48 hours.




















