Give me more of Person A helping Person B with simple tasks, like brushing their hair, or putting on jewelry, where it's obviously an excuse to be close to each other, but neither are complaining.
"Which do you think?"
Lizzie is standing in front of the mirror in their bedroom, holding up two beautiful necklaces, one with a sapphire stone and one with a pearl, asking him which goes better with her dark blue blouse.
"The sapphire one."
Lizzie smirks.
"You're just saying that because you bought it for me."
"Nonsense," sniffs Red, although she's partially right. "It's not my fault that any shade of blue in the world accents your eyes beautifully. What am I supposed to say?"
She's too busy laughing to answer him, putting away the pearl necklace with nary a protest. Red sees an opportunity and steps forward quickly.
"Please, allow me," he murmurs, his voice deep as he presses up behind her, closer than strictly necessary, taking the delicate necklace from her fingers.
He sees her roll her eyes good-naturedly in the mirror, but she watches quietly as he works the tiny clasp with ease, swinging the necklace carefully over her head, and securing it in the back, even gently pulling her long, dark hair out from under the chain.
He looks up then, meeting her eyes in the mirror as she slowly leans her head back to rest against his chest, and he wraps his arms around her waist in answer. She closes her eyes, contentedly resting against him, and they stand there for a few lovely moments before he feels obligated to speak.
"Lizzie, I thought we were going out."
"Hmm," Lizzie hums carelessly, not opening her eyes, snuggling back against him as Red presses a kiss to the top of her head. "In a bit."
