Upstairs at Milliways

[walking_napalm]

Milliways has been helpful in a lot of different ways, over the past few months.

This is the first time that that convenience has come about because the room upstairs is closer than Red's place or Liz's room at the Bureau, though.

"--ould you just let me open the door already--" The door opens suddenly, and Liz is laughing as she comes through with the awkward spin of someone who just ducked away from someone else. She's still dressed from the mission, gun on her belt and bulky BPRD vest unzipped most of the way.

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[bprd_agent_red]

He lets her set the pace to start, making sure she's comfortable before he begins thrusting into her.

The flames tingle along his skin and his head falls back as her mouth moves against his jaw.

His hand strokes along her side, then her back and his fingers find their way up to thread through her hair.

His tail, which has been twisting itself into loose knots up until now, settles against the back of her knees and draws her closer still.

[walking_napalm]

Liz kisses her way to his mouth, the trail only a little shaky. She slides her hand down his right shoulder and bicep to his stone hand, which she unceremoniously picks up by the pointer finger, and she draws his arm over and drapes it across her back.

The pace is slow, if historically unlikely to stay that way. He thrusts up again and her pant turns into a sharp, needy noise, captive flames stabbing higher.

She's hot and wrapped up with him (figuratively and literally), but she hears the shrill beep immediately.

Red catches it in the same instant; Liz lifts her head sharply and they share a swift glance, and she gets the faintest impression of orange-yellow-gold fire, through the blue haze surrounding them, and the smell of burning fabric --

-- and then what feels like an Arctic waterfall is unceremoniously dumped on them.

Liz yelps and sputters under the freezing onslaught from the sprinklers, almost immediately drenched. The fire -- the regular one, the one she hadn't realized was burning because at home there's stuff that prevents this -- is instantaneously drowned under the huge flow of water, extinguishing with a loud hiss.

The smoke detector is still going off. The sprinklers are still pouring down, if at a slightly less prodigious rate than the original deluge. Liz, stunned, is still on fire, steaming with every drop of cold water.

Beat.

The blue flames curl into her skin and disappear.

[bprd_agent_red]

Red is stunned too, but when the blue flames go out he snaps out of it and clearly he's not happy.

Sputtering water he tries to curse, gets another mouthful of water, and sputters more.

This is certainly not the highlight of his day.

[walking_napalm]

Liz lets her forehead fall to his shoulder.

Muffled, resigned:

"Shit."

Beat.

Less resigned, more annoyed: "Goddamn it." The water is freezing; she pushes herself up and off of him.

Someone's yelling out in the hallway; a door slams, then another. Somebody else, sounding very confused, is shouting back about water.

"Oh," says Liz tightly, "my God," and, sitting on the edge of the bed, she presses her hand to her face.

[bprd_agent_red]

Red rolls over in the opposite direction and stands, looking up.

The water seems to be coming from everywhere so there's nothing he can do to stop it. Fixing the ceiling with a glare he shakes his head then bows it and swipes water from his face, searching for his pants.

Pulling the soggy clothing on isn't a great sensation and he makes an unhappy face when he does it then walks around to the otherside of the bed towards Liz.

"What're they doin', draining the lake in here?" He mutters before looking her over. "You all right, Liz?"

[walking_napalm]

"I'm fine," she says into her palm. She lowers her hand and scoops her tank top off the floor so she can peel it on; glances up, as he comes around to her side of the bed.

She shoves her wet hair out of her face and lets her hand fall, sharp and frustrated, into her lap; she sighs, her shoulders hunched. "Sorry."

This wasn't the plan.

[bprd_agent_red]

"Liz, don't worry about it." He shakes his head at her.

Looking around again he finds his coat on the floor and picks it up, moving over to wrap around her back but keeping the top half lifted over her head, shielding it from the still falling water.

"After that mission I probably needed a shower anyways." He offers her a smile, trying to help.

[walking_napalm]

She smiles a little bit (despite herself), at him; curls her hand into the lapel of his coat and pulls it more securely around her.

"Yeah, well, Alû aren't exactly known for their levels of personal hygiene." She picks up her shirt and stands up to step into her underwear and black jeans, determinedly not pulling a face as she tugs them on.

Pants dealt with, Liz steps in and rests a hand over Red's heart, palm and fingers flat, and leans up to kiss his cheek. It's a quiet gesture, silently grateful.

She pats his chest gently and lowers her hand so she can wring out her shirt and yank it over her head, working around the coat; her boots receive a glance, but they're soaked inside and out, and God only knows where her socks are. She can go without.

She folds her arms. "Wanna go talk the bar into getting us a dry room?" Beat. "If there is one."

[bprd_agent_red]

He smiles down at her softly after the kiss, waiting until she's ready. Offering his coat to her (it's wet but at least it's a shield from the rest of the water dropping) he nods.

"Yeah, cup of coffee might be nice, too."

[walking_napalm]

Liz is dwarfed by the coat, but she isn't about to turn down the offer. She tugs it on -- ignoring the way that the sleeves fall well past her hands -- and pulls it around herself, crossing her arms to hold it in place.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," she says.

It is a good idea, and a necessary one; it's wet and cold as hell in the room.

Of course, that doesn't mean that Liz is particularly looking forward to facing the bar at large, even if logically, no one will know that this was all her. She sets her mouth in a thin, determined line, and heads for the door.

[bprd_agent_red]

He wraps an arm around her to help keep the coat in place and moves with her towards the door.

Knowing she's not happy with what just happened he's watching and ready to handle anyone who happens to give them any trouble, or sideways looks, as they head out into the hallway.