Liz's eyes fall shut. She tilts her head and shifts closer in, leading with her lips; slowly winds her arms around his neck, and it becomes less one long kiss than a whole lot of smaller ones strung together. The cold fades fast.

(She was going to solicit his help in making plans for Laura's birthday present. Now, though, is probably not the appropriate time.)

Red puts up with a lot from her, Liz knows, the majority of it without complaint and without even seeming to mind, and God knows she puts up with his crap, too. And it's all worth it, all the time, even the days when she wants to light him on fire, but quiet mornings like this one -- well. These are really worth it.



It is entirely possible that there is a roll and Liz comes up on top, and that she looks pretty pleased with herself for it.