This was their last night in this house, and every attempt at getting close to each other had failed miserably. They had one day left to try. Right now, they were laying next to each other in bed, both with a strong urge to touch the other. Red wanted to reach over and pull her against him, but he was afraid that somehow they'd get hurt again. It had been half an hour before he could understand Liz again.
Finally, he placed a hand on her hip and shifted closer. She put her hand over his with a smile. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his. She slipped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
It didn't take long for things to escalate. Both were panting heavily while she pulled Red even closer. Shifting quickly, he moved to where he was on top of her. His hands roamed over sides, and she did the same to his chest. Shifting again, they heard a creak from the bed. Thinking it was the mattress, they continued.
Liz screamed as the wooden legs on their side of the bed gave way. Red grunted when Liz landed on top of him. He looked over at the bed that was slanted to the side and groaned.
"WE WEREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING!" Red yelled in frustration. Liz sighed and kissed his cheek to calm him down. He huffed slightly and placed his hands on her back.
"You know," she started, playing with his chest hair. "We could do this on the floor."
"Only because I'm getting desperate, but I swear, Lizzie, if the floor somehow breaks, I am never touching you again."
Liz and Red both shuffled towards the front door, carrying their bags. Theirs backs were stove up, and everything hurt. Scruffy followed along behind them, waging his tail.
"Lizzie," Red said, clearing in pain.
"Yeah?" She responded, voice just as strained.
"Let's never do it on the floor again."
"With how this week went, I'm not sure if we should ever try to do anything again."
That's all for this one. I should have another up soon. It'll have more varied chapters though. Also, sorry this chapter ended up short too.