6. There's a snow storm. I guess we're stuck in here together till it passes.
The wind howls and the window panes rattle in their frames as Liz peers out of the cabin window into the night, the swirling blanket of snow the only thing visible in the darkness.
Liz heaves a sigh before turning around, her arms firmly crossed, to look at Red, who is leaning against the door frame staring at her.
"There's a snow storm," she states matter-of-factly. "I guess we're stuck in here together till it passes."
Red nods thoughtfully, his brow furrowed as he ponders. "And whatever shall we do in here to pass the time," he asks slowly, pushing off the door frame to advance toward her. "Agent Keen?" He stops right in front of her, bringing his arms up to box her in against the wall, his eyes dark with intent.
(Tempting. Extremely tempting.)
But Liz just laughs out loud, ducking easily under his arm to head for the couch. "Nice try, Mr. Reddington," she says mockingly.
His seductive expression melts in an instant and his eyes twinkle as he pouts playfully at her. "But why not, Lizzie?" he whines. "We're stranded here all alone, what else are we supposed to do? Besides, we are dating so I believe rules are that we have to sleep together," he straightens up as he says this, adopting a haughty air of authority.
"Oh, really," drawls Liz skeptically, raising an eyebrow at him. "And whose rules are those, I wonder? Yours?"
"No," he denies stubbornly, and she spies the corner of his mouth twitch in suppressed amusement. "Someone else's, I'm sure."
"Oh, I see," she smirks at him, a hand on her hip. "Someone else's. How convenient," and he pouts at her long enough that she rolls her eyes and moves forward to grab his hand. "Oh, don't give me that look. Come on, I know what we can do!"
"What?" he asks, his fake pout disappearing as his curiosity is peaked.
Liz pulls on Red's hand to tug him towards the couch and he follows easily. She stoops to reach under the coffee table and grab something, freezing there and meeting Red's eyes, drawing out the suspense, before she straightens up with a flourish and a triumphant –
"Ta-da! Monopoly!"
Red stares at her for a wordless moment before a delicious smirk takes over his face. "How about strip monopoly?"
Liz rolls her eyes with an exasperated laugh. "That's not even a thing!"
Red pouts again, turning on the charm this time.
(Damn it. She can never resist that face and he knows it.)
She sighs heavily, as though put-upon.
"Fine."
Red crows with delight and snags the box from her.
"Hey!" she protests. "I call dibs on the dog!"
"Oh, that's fine, Lizzie. I'm always the hat."