Give me Love by Ed Sheeran

30. Boxers

"Red?"

Liz knew she probably shouldn't be in his room without his permission, but she was sure he wouldn't mind. He wasn't shy about barging into her room. So he had no need to be upset about this.

"In here," he called.

She walked into the room's bathroom.

Red stood with his back to her mixing his shaving soap with a brush. There was a steamy smell in the air that filled her nose with his Irish body wash. It was refreshing. Almost like spring.

What captured Liz's attention though, was the fact that he stood before her in nothing but black trousers; suspenders hanging loosely at his hips. Right above the waist band, Liz caught sight of his white boxer shorts.

She bit her lip to keep from giggling like a school girl. However, it didn't stop an amused huff from escaping her.

Red glanced at her over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. She blushed. The corner of his mouth pulled to a warm smile.

"Yes?" He inquired when she laughed lightly.

Liz shook her head. "Nothing, I just didn't take you for a white boxers type of guy."

Red chucked quietly, "Pray tell, what type of man did you take me for?"

Liz shrugged, "I don't know." She really didn't know now that she thought about it.

"Black silk?"

Red threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Your guess is not far from the truth."

Liz gave him a questioning look.

He smiled and closely watched the soap as it turned white and fluffy. "I do own several...high end silk undergarments."

She laughed and studied the rippling muscles on his back as he began rubbing the lather across his jaw line and beneath his neck. She felt a surge of boldness run through her.

"Do you wear them often?" She asked.

The corner of his eye twitched in amusement. "For special occasions." He quipped.

Liz inched her way to him and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. She leaned against the marble counter, facing his direction and pressed her palms against the cool stone.

Red watched her closely with a half lidded gaze.

"When do you think the next special occasion will be?" She asked.

"I think it will be soon," he murmured.

She moved her face closer to his so that they were inches away from each other.

Liz began moving between him and the counter and Red readily made room for her so that he was pressing against her.

"Hmm," his eyes darted down her face and across body. "I like this."

She smirked and grabbed his shoulders to pull him around so that he was the one against the sink.

Liz picked up the long silver blade he had waiting; sharpened and ready for use. Red watched her as she ran her hands down his chest. She motioned for him to sit on the counter. He heaved himself up and settled himself on top.

With precise hands, she slowly slid the blade against his skin. The white foam built up at the edge of the blade, and she cleaned it off with a towel. He smiled as she continued her smooth movements, grooming him with a soft touch. He was in her hands, and he didn't mind one bit.

When she finally scraped the last remnants of the cream off, she grinned at him and wiped his face down with a warm towel.

"All done." She said happily.

He grinned as she ran her soft hands down his face, enjoying the feel of her hands.

"Thank you, Lizzie," he murmured.

She smiled and pressed her lips against his.

A/N: Well, that was fun!