BPRD - SECTION 51

[walking_napalm]

Liz is curled up against Hellboy's side, her head on his shoulder and one arm tossed lazily across his chest. The lights are low; the cats are quiet, which means they're hiding, sleeping, causing mischief somewhere, or a combination of all of the above.

She's warm, she's comfortable under the blankets, she's half-asleep, and she's tracing the runes on his opposite arm with one absent finger. "Good movie."

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[bprd_agent_red]

"I know you do." He nods, reaching his hand up to trail down her cheek.

"Let me know how it goes, all right?"

[walking_napalm]

Liz has always had a problem with maintaining constant eye contact (even if she's slowly getting better at it). It's never been like that with Red; it's never been been even the slightest bit difficult. She can look up, meet those gold eyes, and hold them -- no twitches of discomfort, no glancing away. For as long as she wants.

"All right," she says, soft but no less strong for it. She leans into his hand.