A little idea that popped into my head about Liz and Red having to live together.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Except my car, I love my car.
They'd been living together for a couple of months now after a few continuous strikes on the Post Office and Red was adamant that Liz was under his protection. After all, if Agent Keen was to be striked then the FBI would no longer have the Concierge of Crime on their side.
Liz took a lot of convincing, of course at the beggining she saw no point in it, but when she noticed she was being followed to and from work she finally agreed.
Three months in, she'd settled quite well to being around Red 24/7.
"Raymond, are you watching this film?" Liz shouted at the top of her voice from the, what Liz had now christened the "movie room" due to the warm enclosure and the large flat screen TV.
Deciding to ignore her for the use of his full name he waited to finish off what he was doing before proceeding upstairs. He strolled into the room, closed the door and sat down across the couch from her. Sitting in his usual position he turned to her. "Did you just call me Raymond?"
She looks at him with somewhat puppy dog eyes. "I did, thought I'd give it a try, what do you think?"
"I prefer Red from you, I appreciate it. My mother used to call me Raymond when I was in trouble…"
"Fair enough, we'll stick to Lizzie and Red."
The film started and Lizzie quickly found herself unconsciously getting closer and closer to Red, she wasn't used to watching films with another person. The last person she watched a film with was Tom and they used to always snuggle. In her unconscious state it seemed to make sense to get closer.
To get close to him.
She slowly moved inch by inch towards a painfully focused Red, but hey he's always on alert right and i'm sure he'll move me if he's uncomfortable. After managing to get herself just next to him she decided on simply landing her head on his shoulder.
He didn't move.
She froze and just appreciated to close proximity to another human that she hadn't had in so long.
He was so happy, she'd made this small move just to get comfortable with him. He was fully aware of her little movements as soon as her fingers dug into the couch to initiate her movement.
She was finally comfortable with him.
He'd been in hell for so long, watching his Lizzie walk around this house with shorts and tank tops on was starting to become the end of him.
She'd just as equally been in hell, she'd never really seen him dressed down. But their days in the house left him in black pants and a black sweater. She just as much loved him in his suits but seeing him dressed down was something else.
An hour later he decided to switch it up a notch, he slowly picked his arm up and let it fall behind her and let his hand clutch at her side. She accepted, no complaints, no words, no nothing.
Red was definitely losing focus on the film, with her happily accepting his arm he extended his hand so that his finger were ghostly moving up and down her waist.
She loved this, being with someone, being with Red, being comfortable.
Finally.
After everything that had happened she didn't want to protest just because she should, she was enjoying this and didn't want it to end.
The only problem was she didn't know and didn't want to ask what his feelings were to her. She can't cross a line and then run back, things would never be the same. She know's they've been through so much, to risk this now, would be too much. Maybe she should just follow his lead. That way she can always say you started it, I was just hoping to finish it.
The film continued and they both enjoyed their time spent so close together but neither could guess what the other thought.
Then, the film finished.
He'd have to stop touching her.
He didn't want to.
"Lizzie?" She tilted her head slightly so she could see his eyes, that's when she realised how close their faces were.
Just inches apart.
"Yes." That came out way too breathlessly for her likings.
"Shall we watch another?"
"Yes." Again, way too breathless.
Red moved away slowly and proceeded to put on another film, neither would admit that they weren't actually that bothered about the film and were just enjoying the closeness.
He sat back down and lifted his arm up as an invitation for Liz, she happily obliged and continued to sit how she was before, he more than happily continued to lightly trace his fingers up and down her sides.
Every now and then Red could hear her breath get a bit heavier and then try to contain herself. She must be enjoying this as much as I am. He slowly increased the area he was tracing until his fingers found the hem of her tshirt. His fingers stayed in that spot, continuing to trace small lines to see if she would say anything.
She didn't.
She was enjoying him taking the lead, she didn't have the guts to.
After a couple of minutes of tracing small lines near the hem of her shirt he decided to slowly let his fingers, delicately and carefully make their way under her shirt.
That was it.
Too much.
No, no, no. I can't do this, not with him, we can't.
She pulled her arms up and yawned.
Ok, I took that too far, she doesn't want me at all.
"I think i'm going to head off to bed, it's getting late." She stood up and he swiftly followed, grabbed her and hugged her. And then placed one kiss on her hair.
"Good night Lizzie."