"Why are you laughing?" He questioned without moving to get up.
"You finally lived up to your name," she responded. What did that mean? He sat up and saw exactly what she was talking about. Every bit of skin that had been exposed the day before was bright red. "In a few days, you'll have to change your name to pink."
"Do we have anything to put on this?" Red asked a still giggling Liz. She nodded before getting up. After a minute, she came back with a bottle of aloe Vera. He took it and started to spread it over his arms.
"Give it to me. You're not doing it right," Liz said, taking the bottle. Red thought about taking the bottle back for saying that he was doing it wrong but decided against it. She got a big glob in her hand before rubbing it all over his arm. "You never put on sunscreen, did you?"
"I was a little distracted," Red responded as Liz gave a half smile. "You mean when you were being an adorable guard dog?" She asked and got an annoyed look.
"I'm not adorable," Red stated. Liz rubbed the aloe onto his shoulder, the friction sending tiny pricks of pain through his skin. Still, he liked having Liz this close to him. "Adorable criminals get shot very quickly."
"I still think that it was cute how protective you were getting," she responded. Red rolled his eyes while she moved around to put aloe on the back of his neck. She smirked before saying, "guess Who I am." She reached around him and put her hands on his chest to mock when Red grabbed her breasts.
"Haha," he replied sarcastically. He put his hands over hers and patted them. "While you're teasing me, just remember that karma is a bitch."
"Lizzie, there's a volley ball court. Let's play a game," Reddington said excitedly.
"You're already burnt."
"We're only here for the rest of the day. I think I can handle it," he replied. Liz looked up from her place on the sofa and saw that he was already in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He actually looked excited. Usually, it seemed like if Red didn't have to move, he didn't. He'd just sit back and sip scotch or wine.
"I don't guess it would hurt anything," Liz said. Ten minutes later, she was playing volley ball against the concierge of crime. He was quicker than she thought he'd be. She might actually get her ass kicked by a man in his fifties.
"Come on, Lizzie. Keep up!" He yelled across the court. So far, he was beating her by three.
"Can it!" Liz yelled back. She kept all comments about canned tomatoes to herself.
"I shouldn't be better at this than you," he said before serving the ball. "You also shouldn't be cuter than me," she knocked the ball back which got by a slightly stunned Red.
"I am NOT cute!"
He picked the ball back up before getting the game started again. Liz kept up as best she could but was failing miserably. It felt like a miracle when she got another point. Then, she got an idea. Maybe, she could throw him off his game. He had jumped to hit the ball back before she yelled, "CUTIE PIE!"
Instead of messing him up, that seemed to make him hit harder. She tried to hit the ball back but ended up having it collide with her face. Red rushed over after she had fallen with her hands over her nose.
"Are you alright?" He asked, looking down at her in concern.
"You were right. Karma is a bitch."
Liz straightened the bandage on her nose and looked at the bruises under her eyes in the mirror. She looked like she had been mugged. That still wasn't as bad as when Reddington walked in. He walked stiffly, trying not to irritate his severe sunburn. Grunting, he finally stopped next to her.
"We look terrible," he stated. His burn had gotten a lot worse, his scalp and face taking the brunt of it.
"There's one good thing," Liz said. "Sweetheart, I can't move or even talk without pain. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Nobody is gonna recognize us."
That's all for this one. :). I'll probably start another set soon. Let me know what you guys think.
