In my AU world, the writers didnāt spend 99% of this latest season (the season they knew beforehand would be Meganās last) having Liz trying to kill Red.
In my AU world, the writers made Liz more rational and sensible, where she didnāt give a fuck that Red killed āKatarinaā in front of her, because she knows to choose the man whoās been there for her since day 1 rather than a sketchy woman who claims to be her mother yet constantly manipulated her and put her daughter in danger.
In my AU world, the writers still gave us the Red/Anne scenesābut without Anne. They gave us Liz and Red in love and enjoying domestic bliss, being happy together, spending relatively normal days after all the years of death and chaos and destruction.
In my AU world, thatās how the show ended:
With no more lies and secrets, but whole truths revealed. With love declared and expressed and shared. With both being each otherās second chance, each otherās future, each otherās light. With them maybe not having bigger lives, but them having each other in their own little world.
*taps the mic and laughs nervously because of the major stage fright*
Lizzington shippers, fam, grandmas and grandpas, can I have a moment of your attention, please?
It's not a secret that, while some people in Lizzington community are still active, whether they write or make gifs or keep our dash full of Lizzington even in this trying times ( @melbob26-blog, thank you for this! ), Lizzington community as a whole went into hibernation over the last couple of years.
And I get it, interests change, especially when one show ends and there's another ongoing, moving on from the show that ended is totally natural, especially when it didn't give your favorite characters the happy ending they deserved.
I get it.
Hell, for a pretty lengthy while there I focused on other ships and shows, too, especially after TBL ended ended last year.
But you know what I realized earlier today, when I reread some of the old fics, browsed through gifsets and text posts, watched some fanvids?
It's the show that ended, for some in 2021, for others in 2023. And the only thing that means is that it cannot disappoint us anymore.
( it's not like we were suddenly deprived of quality content, because let's face it, the fans have been the main source of the quality lizzington content for years now, while the show gave us mere crumbs, on a good day )
But Red and Liz?
They are still out there, fighting criminals, catching Blacklisters, travelling the world, shamelessly flirting, toppling shadow organizations, raising Agnes and/or any other children they have, and generally being the sexy badass power couple they are!
Nothing changed in that regard.
So why would we mourn them, when they are out there, healthy and happy and in the middle of yet another adventure? I'm sure right this moment Red is drawing Liz into another one of his heists and she's only too happy to join him, even though she pretends that she's not, for the sake of the game.
There's literally no reason for us to stop writing, giffing, editing, sharing theories and headcanons and memes and just talking about our favorite couple.
And by writing all of this, I want to propose something daring to you:
Let's revive the Lizzington community!
Let's rewatch earlier seasons and gif the hell out of them because it's been a while and because precious moments between these two are not going to become less precious even if it's giffed 10 or 100 more times, not to mention that ever gifmaker's style is different, so there are virtually no two identical gifsets as there are no two identical snow flakes.
Let's make fanvideos, picspams, picture edits, fanart, moodboards! The amount of songs, quotes, moments etc that can inspire you is virtually endless!
Let's write fics, let's explore AUs, let's give each other prompts and challenge each other to try something new or practice some aspect of writing, like writing kisses or AUs or hugs or making up Blacklisters etc!
Let's share headcanons and theories and ideas and what our versions of Red and Liz are like, because everyone has their own unique versions of Red and Liz living in their head, and it's just beautiful, if you ask me!
Let's reblog stuff, filling each other's dashes with Lizzington!
Let's scream about Lizzington because no one does it like them!
Let's revive the Lizzington Community, we all miss it!
PS. Feel free to reblog this post ā spread the suggestion!)
PPS. To assure you that I'm not the type of person who encourages others but doesn't do anything themselves, I can tell you I've already got some ideas for a couple of Lizzington events in mind. Those include challenges, thematic weeks etc.
PPPS. I'm not sure how many people are checking the tags these days, so I'm gonna tag some people I know under the cut, just in case, to spread the suggestion. If you weren't tagged, trust me, it's nothing personal!
so, this is a pretty random question, but I just now fell into TBL fandom completely after having watched it for a while and finally having gotten up to the end of season 8 (š) and I ship Lizzington so badly!
but, anyways, my question is, is there even a fandom for Lizzington specifically even more? I was thinking of writing a fanfic for itābc the show had SO MUCH wasted potentialābut besides your blog and maybe one or two others, I havenāt seen anything. And honestly, with no encouragement, Iām not motivated to write, you know?
sorry for the random ask! hope youāre doing well :)
Again, I have no idea how long this has been sitting in my inbox, so I'm truly so so sorry if I'm getting back to you like a year later š¢
To answer your question, I have absolutely no idea if there is an active "fandom" still intact... I would hope so... but I haven't posted anything lizzington in a long time either so... I just really don't know?
One thing for sure: I will ALWAYS be a lizzington fan/shipper/whatever. I'm just not a fan of the show (more specifically, of what the show has become *shudders violently and loudly dry heaves*)
As for fic - please always feel free to write! I'm nearly 100% certain that there are still quite a few lizzington shippers who continue to read fics (I do from time to time as well, and I'm thinking of jumping back in like I used to (AKA 10000000% obsessed and addicted and checking AO3 constantly) because I feel like I'll soon need the comfort that only lizzington fics are able to provide)
I hope you're doing well too! I'm always glad to hear of new lizzington shippers!
I'm going to assume this is a recent ask (I can't be sure since I haven't logged into Tumblr for god knows how long) but I'm doing OK - thanks for asking! There have been a lot of changes - both big and small - going on in my life recently so it has been quite hectic, but I'm doing my best to go with the flow and not crash š
I start school again soon (next week) so I'm taking advantage of the few days I have left to literally just lie in bed all day (I really do mean ALL DAY)
I also have been missing my OTP with an aching heart, so I'm contemplating maybe trying to write a little fic or something before school consumes my life again... fingers crossed!
Finally, I hope you are doing well, too, anon! (and all my lizzington friends, I miss you guys too and always wish you well!) ššš
i'm glad you're ok š§”š§”š§” are you still reading/writing tbl fic? :o
I do still read fics but not as much as I used toā¦ mostly because a lot of writers have stopped writing after The Disaster lol (I donāt blame them one bit) - but @meetmeatthecoda has started to post a multi-ch fic which Iām very excited for š¤
As for writing, I havenāt written a fic in a long time, and idk when I will go back to writingā¦ hopefully not never?
1. Thank you to everyone who has sent me messages to my inbox asking if/hoping that Iām okay! It was a very pleasant surprise (though it also made me feel guilty for abruptly falling off the face of the earth)
2. In reply to 1: I am! Thank you! Sorry for worrying you!
3. In case youāre wondering, I have not watched s9 of TBL and def donāt plan on doing so ever lmao.
4. Iāve actually totally randomly started reading Harry Potter fics, so thatās something lol
5. In regards to 4: probably unpopular opinion but I do not ship Hermione with Ron, and Iām still on the fence with Harry and Ginny (apparently Iām allergic to shipping canon couples)ā¦ (feel free to msg whom you ship these characters with if you also read hp)
6. Sorry for the tangent on HP when this was a 99% tbl/lizzington blog, but anywaysā¦ just wanted to pop in and say Hi! Thanks for caring about my well being! I hope yāall are happy and healthy, too!
Hi!! Iām the anon who asked about a possible Megan recast and I was also wondering, do you think youād ever be able to get into the show again with a romantic story that was heartfelt and had the same energy coming from Red, but with a different character, in a non-Lizzington world? I hope thatās not an insulting question, Iām just curious how many Lizzington followers would still be invested in the show if it takes different turns. Much love to you and I hope this isnāt an insulting question! ā¤
Hello again, anon!! š Firstly, I'll say this is not at all an insulting question!! You're very polite & pleasant & simply seem curious, so no worries on that front!! š¤ This is once again an interesting question! And, I have to say... no, I would not be interested in Red having a romantic relationship in a non-Lizzington world. As much as I love Red as a character... simply put, his story of suffering & redemption is nothing without his second chance: Liz.
Additionally, I'll say that - while snippets of Red's past conquests were always entertaining to see in the show - for me? That was only enjoyable bc we always knew as an audience that they were each simply shown help better define his character (his ex-wife), help flesh out his backstory & motivations (Josephine), & be the source of a little drama & comic relief (Madeline Pratt + countless others). Also, & perhaps more importantly, the appearances of such past conquests were only bearable bc we ALSO always knew as an audience that Red would always come back to Liz. Even with Cassandra, who Red was seemingly ready to run away & have a nice lil fling with, she was the one to take one look at him gazing lovingly at Liz & Agnes... & promptly peace out (bless her heart). More recently, I was even slightly okay with Anne, simply bc I was happy for Red to get some (both sex AND happiness, mind you lolz) while Liz was going on her Batshit Crazy Vendetta... but I still ALWAYS had the (probably foolish) expectation that Anne would disappear (somehow, preferably not by dying, but alas) & Red would find his way back to Liz. Like always.
Ultimately, anon, I think the main problem with seeing a romantic story with Red & another character in a non-Lizzington world is that... it doesn't matter. I know that sounds harsh BC I DEARLY LOVE RED AS A CHARACTER & some would probably say it's shallow bc i DiDnT gEt My ShIp but look... the whole fucking premise of this show is Liz's relationship with Red - past, present, & future - & how that defines & changes them both over the course of their journey. That's what I signed up to watch when I saw the promo & subsequently began to ship when I saw the pilot. And, to quote our dear Red... "There's just no fun in it without you there." š„² To me? The Blacklist has always been the story of Red & Liz. And without one or both of them? Well, that's just another crappy spin-off. And I'm not interested š Anyway, re-reading this, hopefully this wasn't an insulting answer to you, anon, I definitely didn't mean it as such!! š¬ Any & all frustration you see here is directed at TPTB, not your polite & sincere question, & I thank you again for your ask!! š Much, much love to you, my friend!! ā¤ļø
Rabbit of Lizzington Hell, to her sister-in-ink the honourable Pumpkin, citizen of Alternate Universe ā Canon Divergence, perpetuator of Elizabeth Keen Whump, and keeper of her affections:
3) Oh gosh, please don't jinx me. Please.
4) Good luck!! My one course ended last week but I still wake up, see it's noon or something, and panic for a second because oh no I actually got eight hours of sleep I gotta get to work. But anyway, you can do this! I think I speak for all of us when I say I believe in you and I'm proud of you however it may work out. <3
5/6) That makes total sense! I 100% get that, and there're absolutely no worries. Fic reading is for the enjoyment of the individual after all, so do what ya gotta do to ensure that enjoyment (including waiting until a better time to dive in). And IDK about anyone else, but just knowing you want to read my fic(s) makes me fgsfsdfjsdh.
7) I enjoy 'em too! But maybe I just love reading all of your responses to asks (and anything you post/write really but pffshfhsh), who's to say? ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
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So I'm writing this new one-shot (though at this point, it's so long my conscience is demanding whether it's ethical to keep it all as one chapter), and it's sort of wrapped around an actual Blacklister case. Hence, the working title is in the format of your typical TBL episode title. But the name of the made-up Blacklister in question sounds kind of inane (and is unchangeable for plot reasons,,, man I love trapping myself in a corner) so now I'm. Torn between that or what I normally do for titles, i.e., a generic phrase from the story that encompasses its tone/theme in some way. Which I don't have a problem with per se--I usually have fun coming up with titles--but like. I was kind of proud of having a TBL-formatted title...
ANyway, I'm just telling you all this because I related to that post you made about not usually having trouble titling fics but encountering some for your current WiP LOL. Although, now that I think about it... If you happen to have a preference, feel free to throw it out. I know you don't have all the info since you don't actually know the two Potential Titles, but your opinion will nevertheless be received with gratitude and considered with care. :P
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I am definitely seeing that "virtual pen pals" thing you mentioned before. Totally did not spend half an hour looking at primary sources of letters written in the ancient world to see how they're formatted all for The Meme or anything. Because pfffttt that would be such a fatuous use of my time. :))
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āsigned the 1st of AU-gust in the 9th year of The Blavkoist
1) I'm so sorry this is eons late (or at least, it feels that way to me š ) !! I'm like a broken record saying this, but I've been really busy because the summer semester is coming to an end, and so I couldn't afford the time needed to sit down and reply to this message of yours (not that I'm complaining about the length! As I said before, I love the long messages, and I feel like they're now a trademark of yours š)
2) Thank you for the kind words! I really appreciate them!! š
3) ooooooh new one-shot?! And it's so long that it might not even be a one-shot?! Count me in!
4) I have zero preference when it comes to titles of someone's work!! I say, go with your gut! Choose whatever feels right to you!! And anyway, it's the story that's important! (which I greatly look forward to)
5) definitely virtual pen pals
6) your sign off made me chuckle aloud, my friend - it was very much appreciated ššš
What do you think is the single worst thing Liz has done to Red and vice versa? Out of curiosity
I believe the worst thing Liz did to Red was faking her death. That was something so unbelievably cruel to do to the man who has done and would do anything/everything for her. She was, as he said, his life, his heart. Plus, look how her plans turned out in the end. Once again, she needed to get her ass saved because she did something stupid and reckless. Ugh. The only possible way she can be redeemed for this senseless act is if she literally got her brain fried by that crazy memory manipulation dude.
I believe the worst thing Red did to Liz was not telling her "the truth" - all of it (at least everything that had to do with her and that she deserved to know). FFS. Enough with the "it'll put you in danger" crap. The world didn't end when she found out that she killed her father, Katarina Rostova was her mother, and that Red was an "imposter" - but so much destruction and heartache could've been saved if he had been honest with her from the start (or at least once they established their alliance/relationship). Lying by omission is still dishonesty.
I didnāt love her in the beginning, but she really grew on me, especially with the development of Saram. I also personally feel that Meeraās potential was greatly and prematurely wasted š¢
hereās a concept iā ve been obsessed with recently: lizzington+bridal carry (my first instinct is the h/c or whump type of bridal carry ((*cough* red saving liz in ian garvey *cough*)) but fluffy actually bridal bridal carries are also amazing to imagine)
ā¦post and something about it just SCREAMED Red to me. I really wanted to do a fic with Red having these sock clips, and just with Reds fashion in general. When suddenly a little inkling in my mind was like, hey thereās a prompt buried somewhere that could go along with the direction you want to take this, so I looked, and here this was! So I hope everyone enjoys the concept of sock gartersļæ¼ on Red as much as I do, and here is this! Also Spaders, thank you for the prompts youāve sent and how patient youāve been, and I hope you enjoy this my friend. |
Dressing impeccably is part of what makes the Concierge of Crime, the Concierge of Crime. Raymond Reddington has a routine he uses in the mornings to get dressed, and well, Liz just feels blessed to see it for the first time.
(She could get used to this.)
Last night got a little out of hand. But only in the best way possible. They were on an undercover op, playing as a couple. Their contact had given them the information they needed and left, leaving them to their own devices. They stayed together, and just simply talked. They ate dinner together, and drank enough wine to take the edge off, but not to be past the point of a clear mind. They sat for hours, long past the opās completion, talking about various childhood stories, likes and dislikes, and then somehow miraculously, the conversation shifted to the topic of each other.
āRed, what do you think of me?ā
She clearly remembered the way he had cocked his head, leaning in closer as if she were sharing a secret.
āIn terms of what, Lizzie?ā
āJust in terms of, viability as a partner. A romantic partner.ā
This took Red aback, making him lean back from the table slightly. He swirled the glass of wine around, just to give his hands something to do as he tried to collect the right words.
āIntelligent. Breathtakingly beautiful, innately clever, kind, resourceful, caring. Any man would be lucky to have you Lizzie.ā He finished quietly, looking down to the table, anywhere but at Lizzie.
āMmm.ā His reaction told her just what she was wondering, just what she needed to be confirmed. She felt emboldened by Red's compliments, and a daring, reckless, probably worst but possibly best idea that she had ever had began to form in her mind.
She was feeling brave tonight.
It didnāt take long watching him examine her curiously before she decided she couldnāt wait any longer to tell him.
(She was falling in love with him. She couldnāt say when it had happened, perhaps it had been when he had saved her life, maybe it was as recent as tonight or maybe she had just always loved him, from the second she descended upon his chained figure down in the box. She just had to realize it for herself.)
āI donāt want just any man though.ā She said quietly, eyes cast downward. Shocking him out of his quite obvious inspection of her face. His eyebrows stuck together, their breath mingling over the table they were both leaning over. She looked back up to him, wondered what he was thinking from behind his confused expression.
She continued, talking quickly to get it all out in a rush, before she lost her nerve and changed her mind.
āI want one man. The only problem is I think heās too scared, too scared to let go of his fears and self doubts to believe that I could want him too. Something real, unlike what I had with Tom.ā
She steeled her nerves, figuring it was too late to turn back now as she traced her hand up from his knee, to rest on his inner thigh. Needing some way to cement in his mind who the subject matter could be. It worked.
His face had changed with every word she said, with every inch the pads of her fingertips climbed. He was bewildered, shaken, and almost hopeful.
His shock only grew as Liz took her other hand to gently guide his face, leaning him further over the table for his lips to align with hers. He was losing control, and while one part of him was reveling in letting Lizzie take control, reveling in what she was implying that she could want to be with him, that she could want him, the other half of him screamed to stop! Because he could only ever bring her pain, misery, and danger, when she deserved everything else pure and good in the world instead of his useless husk of a self-
āLizzie,ā he had gasped, just a breath away, wanting to do anything but talk. āIt's too dangerous, you and me. If something happened to you I donāt know what I would do, especially if you were hurt by someone I unintentionally brought into your life, I would only ever put you in danger and I canāt-ā His pleading was interrupted by her gentle but fervent yank on his jaw, her calm and determined eyes meeting his.
āRaymond,ā she spoke his name, his God given name for the first time she could remember. Reaching her hand up higher on his thigh, she ran her fingers over his scalp. His eyes drifted closed at the sensation, eliciting a deep thrum from him.
āThatās a risk Iām willing to take, because before I wanted nothing to do with you, but now I canāt imagine my life without you. Iām falling for you, and I need you. I want you. Let me in. Weāll protect each other and survive, thrive, just like we always do. Take me home. Let me show you how much I need you. How much I love you.ā
She leaned in, meeting him halfway over their table and kissed him.
It was a chaste thing, their mouths only slightly sliding and slipping together.
They broke apart, eyes closed and forehead to forehead, unreasonably breathless and completely undone.
Her arms snaked around his shoulders, running her palms over his shorn hair to rest on his neck. His hands moved to rest on her knees, and before long he threw down a 20 and swept her out of the restaurant to his safe house.
They couldnāt keep their hands off of each other on the drive, and barely made it past the door before his slacks were unbuttoned on the floor and her dress was unzipped and slung haphazardly on a doorknob.
It was the best sex sheād ever had.
Tom couldnāt hold a candle to Red. He knew just what she wanted, his talents extending far far beyond what even she had imagined. They just worked together. Perfectly.
āWeāre gonna make a great team.ā
She had never had a man be able to get her to see stars. Let alone twice back to back.
The various dreams and fantasies she had let play out in her mind before, well the real thing was just so much better.
She woke up this morning in his arms, warm and curled into his side, his nose nuzzled into her tousled hair. Her hands gently twitched to life against the curve of his spine, her eyes blinking open to the sun that streamed through the sheer curtains.
She awoke first out of the two of them, allowing her the experience of watching him slowly wake, cuddling as close to her as possible as he rested.
His face was youthful and slack, his mouth slightly open in a small snore.
It was glorious.
Red had eventually slowly awakened, looking more rested than she could ever remember.
Sheād hugged him, and peppered his face with kisses, before he snagged her lips and pulled her onto him. His neck craned up to meet hers, hands lightly settled on her waist.
Heād pulled away, gently tucking her cascading hair behind her ear before whispering in his deepest and most graveled morning voice.
āGood morning sweetheart.ā
Her heart swelled at the sight of him, at the sound of him.
āGood morning love.ā
She settled against his chest, listening as his overwhelmed heart skipped a prompt beat due to her words.
They laid there for a while, Lizzie about to fall back peacefully asleep when suddenly Red shifted from under her.
āIs that really the time?ā His line of sight had caught the glowing orange clock in the corner of the room, perched on a dresser.
āOh shit, you have to meet your contact with last night's info right?ā
Liz slid off Red, the covers pooling around her as he leapt to his feet.
āYes. In under an hour.ā
And with that he disappeared into his closet, occasionally throwing a piece of a suit onto the dresser.
Her mind wandered back to him, to his perfection, his skill. Which ultimately proved to be a disservice to herself, with every thought of last night and itās activities, she was left craving more.
Red came back into the room, buck naked and bared for only her to see. That certainly didnāt help her in her effort to try and behave.
To try and occupy her, she watches him start to get ready, and quickly finds herself becoming fascinated with his dressing regiment. A process she quickly begins memorizing.
He pulls on a pair of black boxers first, (she tries not to let herself be disappointed by this complete loss of her new most favorite view) soon followed by impeccable black slacks.
A taunt leather belt, and white undershirt are next.
She watches in awe as he pulls on the shirt, his arms drifting up through the fabric first, hands stretching towards the rich cream of his smooth ceiling before helping to lift the bunched cloth past his shorn hair.
His head quickly follows with his calloused and capable hands help, the white of the shirtsā threads appearing to pool around his shoulders in one swift motion.
He situates the fabric to wash down his torso, now completely concealing his supple, and scarred skin from her.
He fists his button-up, sliding one arm and then the next through the crisp, snow white polyester. He turns to face her then, knowing that sheās watching with the utmost interest, cocking his head and examining the lust left plain on her face. Matching it with his own.
His eyes skim easily down her mainly bare body, just sitting there, plainly exposed on his sheets.
(His sheets!)
He canāt handle it anymore, knows that if he keeps looking at her softness heāll crack, so he gulps and turns away. Trying to calm down the blush rising.
His nimble fingers make fast work of the buttons, and before long he swings on his favorite windowpane waistcoat, the silky fabric as jet-black as a moonless sky.
Her trance is broken by his soft murmur, just barely audible as his hand grabs a silver Rolex and fastens it to his other wrist, his waistcoat left unbuttoned.
āLizzie, can you grab me a tie?ā She blinks once or twice before moving, grabbing last night's undershirt off the floor as she does so.
Raymond is dumbfounded as she tugs on his shirt, watching as the oversized cloth drifts down past the only thing she previously had on. The sapphire, lacy blue panties now completely shielded.
His mouth is wide open, for more than a second, struck speechless by the complete lack of hesitation Elizabeth had in completely wrecking him.
She returns still wearing his shirt, a storm cloud grey tie clutched in her hands. Dark crosshatching running along its surface. Slinging it across his shoulders and tucking it under his collar, she begins tying it without a word, their breath mingling together.
The tension between them is smooth, rich, and welcomed. But at the same time it remains jagged, pulling, and cutting. Something has shifted, and now they need each other. Itās something primal, the pair of heating cores in the room, if just due to the proximity and domesticity of waking up to one another. The urge created by perfect balance and harmony the night before. Itās effects are intoxicating, addictive, and demanding.
She finishes the knot easily, adjusting the tie and looking up into his pupil-blown eye.
(They canāt take much more of this.)
Her fingers move to his waistcoat, fastening and smoothing it down his chest.
His cologne still lingers on his clothing, strong enough for her to catch a whiff of it on his neck.
Itās this that throws her over the edge, this that makes her decide to stop playing nice.
Her lips move slowly to cup his neck, feeling his pulse beneath them as she stands on her tippy toes. They move lethargically over his pulse point, a small circular scar under her roaming tongue.
(Liz is now determined to get what she wants. Meetings and work be damned.)
His eyes drift close, neck arching to give her access, begging her to feed his aching, and itās at this point he knows he really has no chance of winning. Heās putty in her hands. That doesnāt mean he won't give her a run for her money though.
He suddenly moves away. Gulping past the smirk on his face.
Line, hook, and sinker. She knows heās only playing hard to get, he likes to toy with her that way. She canāt say she minds. She can play too.
Red grabs his pair of cotton crew socks along with a pair of silver and black sock garters and heads for the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress, keeping his face down and out of her line of sight. Leaving her standing where he left her.
He crosses his right leg, rolling up his pant leg before stretching his sock up and over his foot. He clasps the sock garter then, the elastic contracting to grip his calf. He clips both clasps into his sock, then rolls his pant leg back down. Switching feet to start the process again, prompting Liz to action.
She slides behind him, the fabric of his suit moving with each action he takes.
Red tries his best to seem as though heās ignoring her, though that couldnāt be farther from the truth.
Liz rests her lips on the top of his shoulder, hands moving around the front to find purchase to spread out on his hips, before she begins moving her mouth along the hem of his waistcoat. Gliding past his collar to the base of his neck, before moving up and along the side of it. She moves up and along his hairline, his hair delightfully prodding and tickling her lips. She gives open-mouthed kisses to the back of his ear, before nipping and tugging at his ear lobe.
Red had been proud of himself for sticking it out this long, keeping painfully quiet throughout all her ministrations, but when sheās breathing in his ear, and nipping at his skin heās suddenly no longer able to keep the sound of his shaking breath quiet.
She picks up on this, and stops immediately. Smiling mischievously from ear to ear. She slides out from behind him, grabbing his shoes before dropping to her knees in front of him.
She gently palms his foot, sliding his black oxfords on. Well aware of the fact that he can see straight down her baggy new shirt from his vantage point.
She ties both shoes, then pulls him to a stand by his collar, leaving him to stand on shaky knees as she pulls his grey suit-coat on him.
She stands in front of him now, remaining still despite every fiber in her screaming to reach out and claim him once again.
Heās fully clothed, his armor securely fastened to go do what he does best. Take on the world.
She, on the other hand, is almost fully naked, the drenching shirt rippling in the draft currently crossing his bedroom. (Their bedroom.)
She smooths down his waistcoat one last time, hands lingering before she looks up at his eyes again, both blue and green overrun by black and aching need, before they move at the same time. She grabs his tie and yanks him to her, untucking it from his waistcoat and using it to her full advantage.
Meanwhile he grabs her waist and thrusts her closer, hands fluttering against bare skin and lace. Their lips meet and lock, sliding and pleasing their way to that much needed balance. She backs him into the bed, his knees buckling quite willingly as she lays him down.
She breaks away panting.
Kneeling in front of him again to undo all the useless dressing she just completed. Not completely useless, she reminds herself, finding that she is indeed enjoying ripping off his fine suits and clothing once again. She gets to his sock garters, fumbling to unclasp and peel them off with his socks, before he grabs his phone. With a bit-lip and closed eyes he calls Dembe explaining that he will need Dembe to go to their contact to drop off the necessary information in his stead. Dembe obliges without hesitation, not even wanting to know the reason for Red's absence as he hears a barely audible moan escape Red across the phone as Lizzie shucks off Raymonds pants and traces her lips up his inner thigh. Red closes the phone and tosses it, Lizzie giving a giggle.
āAnd to think of all that time we could have spent enjoying ourselves instead of you trying to leave. A fruitless venture I might add.ā
Red gives a chuckle himself. Suddenly stopping Liz mid kiss and flipping her.
Her back landing gently on the mattress where he previously was.
āSorry darling. Allow me to make it up to you.ā
Ggdkshfksjd I just saw your reblog to Coda's post about the hand-holding GIFs and! Yes, you do have them pinned!! :DD And every time I go onto your blog I have to be like, "ok get ready to scroll really fast" and I thought you should know that :)))
1) Thank you for sharing this tidbit of knowledge! I do apologize for inflicting this trauma š
2) I'm genuinely surprised each time I learn someone actually chooses to click my blog and scroll through it! Makes me feel all warm and gooey inside šš„°
I LOVE IT!!! Especially when Iāve formed a sort of rapport with the anon or I feel like I might recognize the anon!! But all anons/non-anons are welcome here!!! And I always love the asks I get - always so fun or interesting or sweet ššš
