Red should have realized something before they got here. Your friends always have dirt on you. No exceptions. Ever.
Red had his arm wrapped Liz's shoulder while he and his friends chatted about when they were younger. Liz mostly just sat back and listened. Of course, she also accepted the few kisses that Red would occasionally press against her lips or cheek. Once or twice, she had leaned in and kissed him first. If he said anything about it later, she'd say that she'd just been playing her part.
"You can't deny that you had a few odd phases too, Raymond," Donna said. Red had teased her about a few quirks that she had when she was in her twenties. He should have known that she'd have something to get him back. "Like when you tried to be an author."
Red blushed and clenched his jaw. He'd forgotten about that. It only made things worse when Donna got up and went in search of where she thought that she had a few copies.
"You wrote?" Liz asked, noticing the embarrassed look on his face. "What did you write?"
"That's not important, sweetheart," Red responded, desperately wanting to change the subject.
"Found it!" Donna called, holding a thick stack of papers.
"Crap," Red muttered when the papers were handed over to Liz. His blush deepened a little when she started to thumb through it.
"Red! This is smut!" Liz exclaimed, laughing. He blushed even harder and sank lower in his seat.
"Shut up," He muttered. Liz chuckled and kissed his cheek.
"Will you put that down already?" Red snapped after seeing Liz reading again. Honestly, was she trying to torture him?
"Why?" She questioned, looking up at the frustrated man.
"Because, it's horrible!" He said. Liz rolled her eyes and looked back to the paper. "Lizzie."
"I'm guessing you wrote this because you were horny and jerking off wasn't doing it for you," she stated.
"Elizabeth!" Red snapped, face a bright crimson. When she only smirked, he snatched the papers away from her. I'm not letting you read any more of this."
"Why not?" She asked, trying to get it back. Liz leaned against him while she reached for the papers that he was holding over his head.
"These stories are embarrassing," he responded. She reached higher only to have him grab her wrist. He was gentle about it, but she still pouted when he pushed her away.
"Why does this bother you so much?"
"... It just does," he answered. Really, he didn't have a reason. It just embarrassed him.
"Seriously?" She asked. He shifted slightly and nodded. "Fine, I won't read it."
"Thank you."
Liz sometimes had a hard time doing what she said that she'd she would. At least she'd waited for Red to go to sleep before she grabbed the papers and holed herself up in the bathroom. She chewed on her nails while she read through the pages. Unfortunately, she was completely emersed when she ran out of pages.
"That can't be it," she muttered, flipping the last one over in search of more words. She had to know the ending. Without considering what she was doing, she went into the bedroom.
"Red," she said as she shook him. He woke up with a grunt and looked up at her in confusion.
"Huh?"
"You know how I said that I wouldn't read anymore of that story?" She asked. Red narrowed his eyes at her.
"How much did you read?"
"... All of it."
"Really?" He asked in exasperation. Liz grabbed his shoulder to keep him from turning away from her.
"I need to know what happens next," she stated getting a strange look from him.
"Why?"
"Because you left it on a cliff hanger,"
"It's not even a good plot line."
"Bull shit."
"Language, Elizabeth!"
"Just tell me how it ends," she said.
"I don't know... uh, they live happily ever after," Red replied trying to turn back over to go to sleep.
"Red," she whined. He groaned and turned back towards her.
"Lizzie, I don't even remember what it was about," he said. She gave him a small pout and leaned over him farther.
"If you read part of it, could you remember?" She asked and he shook his head. "What if I gave you a little motivation?"
"... What do you mean?" Red questioned. Liz leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Red made a noise of shock before leaning into it. After a minute, Liz pulled back.
"How's that?"
"...I might need a little more convincing," he stated. Liz rolled her eyes but still kissed him again, letting it linger. Red hummed and let his hands trail up the back of her arms to her shoulders. By the time she backed away, he was a little breathless. "Okay, I'll take a look at that story, now."
"Thank you," she said before bolting up. She came back with the papers and practically threw them at him. Red rummaged through the pages and gave a confused look. "What?"
"You're not gonna like this."
"What is it?"
"I didn't write this," he answered. She blinked in confusion.
"What?"
"I think Charles wrote this. And before you think of it. No, you can't go make out with him for answers."
"So, I kissed you for nothing?"
"...Yeah,"