The ocean next to San Francisco is cold constantly. So, swimming was out of the question. Despite that, Red still had made it known that he'd enjoy Liz modeling bikinis for him even if it wouldn't make it to the beach. Even if she couldn't get in the water, Liz wanted to walk on along the shore line. Red was all too happy to accompany her.

"How are they surfing with the water this cold?" Liz said, looking out at the water. Surfers paddled out before riding in waves.

"They've got wet suits on," Red responded. He ran his thumb over her knuckles, just enjoying the feeling of her hand in his.

"Do you think that we could try?"

"You want to surf?"

"I just thought that it'd be fun," Liz replied.

"Sweetheart, I'm in my fifties. I don't think that I should get out there," he said. Liz nodded but looked deeply disappointed. He glanced over at her before chewing on the inside of his jaw. "But, if you really want to try, we can see about renting a couple boards."

"You're sweet," Liz stated and kissed his cheek.


"This is totally uncomfortable," Red complained, tugging at his wet suit. Liz was finishing getting dressed in the bathroom. Red gave one last attempt at getting comfortable before walking in behind her. His face shifted between a leer to a grimace.

"Someone looks sexy," Liz commented with a smile.

"Yes, but it sure as hell isn't me," he responded, turning slightly and looking at himself in the mirror. He frowned at the reflection. "This is drawing attention to all the wrong places."

"You're being paranoid," Liz responded, moving over to his side and putting her arm around his waist.

"Oh really?" He asked, looking at the mirror again. "My stomach looks like a basketball in this thing," he added, shifting to where the small curve of his belly looked bigger. "See?"

"Stop it," Liz stated and smacked his chest. He grimaced again.

"Good Lord, it looks like I have tits," he stated, making her roll her eyes. "God, Liz. We look like an expecting couple only the wrong person got knocked up."

"Red w-,"

"Wait, how does my ass look in this thing?"

"Since when are you self conscious?"

"I have my moments... but really, how does my ass look?"

"Nice and grabable," she responded, wrapping her arms around him. Pressing her lips against his cheek, she hummed. Seeing him like this was kind of cute. Annoying, but cute. He turned his head to where his lips caught hers. "Maybe we should save surfing for tomorrow," she added, pushing him back towards the bedroom gently.

"If this is what happens, I should bitch about my apperance more often."


Sorry about the wait on this one. I got a job(finally) and I didn't have time to work on a chapter. Then, the site wouldn't let me get to where I could post. Hopefully, I'm back on track now.