The next morning, Liz woke up late again, but luckily today was her day off.

'Damn it!' She exclaimed when she woke up breathing heavily with her sheets in a mess around her. She couldn't believe she'd been having these dreams about him again. She wasn't attracted to Red, was she? Sure, she thought, he was handsome, but would she have sex with him? Her face flushed when she remembered that in her dream she'd answered that question without a shadow of doubt. Multiple times, in multiple places. She groaned when she realised she'd become even more aroused whilst thinking about his skilled fingers on her. Her hand made its way down subconsciously to touch herself, and just as she was really getting going she heard a sharp knock on the door. Jesus, who was that? And why do they have to have the worst timing in the world?! She grudgingly put her robe on and made her way to the door, shouting at whoever it was to be patient when they knocked for a second time. When she opened the door she nearly died. Red was stood there, smirking when he saw her blush profoundly.

'Am I interrupting something Lizzie?'

Oh hell no, she wasn't going to let him succeed in embarrassing her, why should he have all the fun?

'Yes actually,' she replied, 'I was just sexting a stranger online.' There, she smiled triumphantly, that'll put him in his place. His mouth popped open for a second, and he couldn't stop the, 'You what? Who?!' That rushed out of his mouth. He was furious, why was she flirting with other men? She was supposed to be dreaming about him! Unless, he thought, she was only doing that to release some of the tension that he'd created. Her smile dropped when she saw the mischievous look on his face. Oh no, what is he up to?

'Feeling aroused are we Lizzie? They say that the only real way to feel satisfied sexually is to have someone.. Take care of it for you.' Red purred.

'Really Red? Why aren't you unsatisfied all the time then? You're hand does a lot of your work, doesn't it?'

'Cheeky thing!' He looked shocked, but not offended. He stepped over the threshold so that he was within a few centimetres of her. His voice dropped a few octaves and he murmured, 'I make sure I fulfil my needs,' his head tilted, 'the question is sweetheart, do you?' Liz reddened even more and managed to let out a babbled,

'Er, erm, I, I,' before Red laughed heartily and stepped past her into her hotel room.

'I just popped in to see if you wanted breakfast,' he held up a bag of donuts that she hadn't even noticed until now, 'I worry that you aren't,' he stopped to look her up and down suggestively, 'taking care of your needs'. Liz didn't like how he was playing her and decided to try once again to turn the tables on him. She stepped up close to him, taking the bag of donuts from his hands and leaned into him until their lips were mere centimetres away from each other. Red swallowed.

'You know Red, I've always appreciated it when a man thinks of my needs' she said huskily, looking down at his lips. Just as Red inched in to kiss her she stepped away and pulled a donut from the bag, 'Thank you so much' she smirked, taking a bite, 'so very thoughtful of you.'

Red couldn't believe it, had the whole thing been a joke? But no, as he studied her he saw that underneath her glee she couldn't quite look him in the eye and, did she just glance at the bed? His eyes widened a fraction as he realised that she must have dreamt about him again last night. Maybe he had stood here in the dream. Maybe she had shown her naked self to him on the bed whilst he stood right there and watched. No, he had to stop that line of thought because he could feel himself getting he could be sure of her feelings and that this wasn't just a phase she was going through, he had to have the upper hand.

'Right well, seen as you're quite satisfied here, I need to go. An appointment with someone special, you see, that simply cannot be missed.' As he heard her suck in a sharp breath he momentarily felt bad about that little jibe, but the fact that she had played him like that hurt him and he wanted to retaliate. As he closed the door he had a glimpse of the pain on her face and he had to force himself to leave and ignore his impulse to go and take her in his arms.