She arches her head back as his mouth moves down; makes it easier for him to kiss her throat, even if it isn't entirely a conscious thought on her part. Her hand curls around his bicep and as the kisses become more pressing, a low noise escapes her, something of a cross between an exhale and a stifled, quiet groan.

When he touches a loose bra strap, it's easy enough to shrug it off her shoulder. On second thought, though, what will be easier still is -- Liz reaches behind herself, between her back and the mattress (it's accomplished by a little wiggling, and if said wiggling is up against Red, Liz isn't necessarily against this turn of events), and unhooks her bra.

Red can deal with the rest, because at the moment, she's kissing his temple and sliding her hand down his broad back to hook her fingers under the waistband of his pants.