Liz was still slightly irritated at Red. Not much but it was a little entertaining to see him worrying. It also made her feel special to know that others wouldn't have even noticed him worrying. She'd gotten more adept at noticing the little tics at the corner of his mouth or eyes cast down for a just a split second.

"Don't touch me," she said when Red laid his hand on her forearm. He pulled his hand back and let his gaze fall for a second. It was only for a second, but she noticed. Great, now she felt guilty. Still annoyed but guilty. Maybe she could think of something to help the situation. Her lips curled up at the corners at her first thought.

"I don't like that look. You're planning something," he stated as he furrowed his brow. Liz tried to hold back her smirk but couldn't.

"I just thought of a way to make us both happy," she answered and scooted a little closer to him. He looked at her suspiciously but didn't move away.

"How is that, Lizzie?" He asked and glanced down when her hand touched his.

"You go to bed with me."

"I don't have an issue with that," he stated, making her roll her eyes.

"There's a catch," she added.

"Yes, sweetheart. You certainly are a catch."

"Not what I meant," she said which made him frown a little. He knew that he wasn't going to like this. "I want you to let yourself be vulnerable."

"No," he said, holding back his urge to jump up and away from her. "You know that I can't do that."

"Red, you know that you can trust me," she responded.

"Lizzie, I've had a lot of people that I trust stab me in the back."

"I wouldn't do that!"

"You've seen me naked. Didn't that make me vulnerable enough?" He questioned, grasping at straws. He desperately wanted to avoid this. Liz crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment, analyzing his face.

"What if I said it was kinky?"

"... I'm listening," he replied, making her roll her eyes.

"Handcuffs," she said simply. There was a small movement of his eyebrows that told her that he was still hesitant but intrigued. Gently, she pulled his hand to where he followed her off the sofa and into the bedroom.

"Why do you still have those?" Red asked, seeing the metal cuffs dangling from her hand. "And why the hell do you have two pairs?"

"I thought we might use them later."

"Lizzie, how long have you been planning this?" He asked as she pushed against his chest gently to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," she said before kissing him. He hummed into it and frowned slightly when she pulled away. His smile returned when her lips pressed against his neck. Letting his eyes slip shut, he tilted his head to the side to let her get better access. It wasn't long for him to melt into her touch. That was why he hadn't really noticed her stripping away his vest and shirt while getting him to lay down in the middle of the bed.

"You ready?" She asked in the crook of his neck before trailed her kisses a little lower. Red let out a moan and shifted. Liz moved his arms to where they were positioned over his head. She held the cuffs over his face and saw his eyes watching them sway. After a long moment, he gulped and nodded.

One set hooked his arms to the headboard while the other set went around his ankles to hook him to the bottom railing. His breathing quickened as liz's lips went back over his. They were soft and threatened to overtake him. He was breaking so many of his own rules by doing this. Why was he doing this? His heart pounded in his chest, and not because of the reason that he wanted.

"Lizzie," he said through the tiny breaks between kisses. She hummed, thinking that she was just drawing her name out of him. Her lips trailed down his jaw and pressed against his throat again. Normally, Red would have moaned at that, but this time, he just let out a strangled breath. "I can't do this," he choked out.

"What?" Liz asked, pulling back. She gave him a confused look.

"I need you to let me go," he said, hating the disappointed look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Lizzie. It's just too much too fast," he added. Liz sighed and got off of him.

"Alright, I'll go get the keys," she stated as she walked out of the room. Red's heart was still pounding in his chest and was only seeming to get worse. He needed out now.

He didn't even realize that he'd been pulling at his restraints until the column of the wooden railing at his feet broke, sending splinters over the bed. Maybe, he could get out of this. Looking up, he pulled at the column until it creaked, but it wouldn't budge.

Maybe he could kick it out. With a grunt, he pulled his legs up to where they were over his head. Unfortunately, he couldn't kick very hard with his thighs in his face or with his chest and belly being squashed to where he couldn't breathe.

Lowering his legs again, he took in a deep breath. This was going horribly, and Liz wasn't back yet. What if she wasn't coming back? Red tried to shake that thought out of his mind. He knew that she wouldn't leave him stranded like this. Of course, he never thought that she'd handcuff him to the bed either.

Hit by a new rush of adrenaline, he started pulling at the headboard again. The column snapped with a loud crack. A bolt of pain went through him when that pulled the broken piece of wood to where it hit him on top of the head. For a few seconds he saw stars.

After he got to where he could see again, he stood up and shuffled into the living room. His feet could only move a few inches apart. So, he looked a little like a penguin.

"What the hell?" Liz asked, looking up at him from where she was riffling through her purse. He misjudged his stepped and fell with a thud in front of her. "Are you okay? What happened?" She questioned as she went to help him up.

"I panicked."