Liz woke up with a splitting headache. There was no denying that she was hungover. At least the heat that Red was putting off was pleasant. She turned over and scooted a little closer to him. He snored while he laid on his stomach.

Liz couldn't help smiling at how peaceful he looked.

Her smile fell when her gaze shifted to his back. She'd forgotten how bad his scars were. Hesitantly, she ran her fingers over the damaged flesh. Somehow, it seemed ironic that a man who dressed so well would have such gnarled scarring. Her fingers continued tracing until she reached the edge of his boxers.

She raised up, careful not to wake him. How far down did his scars go? Without thinking of what she was doing, she slipped the fabric a bit lower. Her fingers continued to follow the scars farther down before she placed her palm over the last bit of gnarled skin. She was so distracted by it that she didn't notice when the snoring stopped.

Red blinked in confusion before furrowing his brow. Was that what he thought it was? He looked over his shoulder at the distracted woman.

"Why the hell are you cupping my ass?" He questioned. Liz jumped away quickly, nearly taking his underwear with her. Red pulled his boxers over his exposed rump while she tried to keep from falling off the bed.

"I swear that wasn't what it looked like!" She yelped. Red gave her a strange look while he turned over.

"Really? Was it what it felt like?" He asked making her blush.

"I didn't mean for you to wake up!"

"... So, you wanted to touch me in my sleep?"

"Yes... no... That's not what I meant!" Liz stammered. Red rubbed his forehead when a headache started to form.

"Was it not enough that you puked on me, yesterday?"

"I puked on you?" She asked and he nodded. "I'm sorry," she said and laid back down next to him.

"You also shoved your tongue in my mouth," Red stated, getting a horrified look from her.

"I was gonna try to cuddle my way out of this, but I don't think I can now," she responded. Red chucked and put an arm around her waist.

"As long as you don't grab my ass again, that shouldn't be a problem."

"So, you have no issue with me shoving my tongue in your mouth?"

"Not as long as your sober."

"I forgot that you're a pervert," Liz said, moving closer to him. He chuckled into her shoulder.

"Really? I'm the pervert?"