The accusation is a light one, especially considering that her eyelids fluttered with that move of his hips, and that Liz is half-smiling. She reaches over and plucks a rubber band off the side rail of the truck-bed (she doesn't wake up in flames terribly often, but when she does, she always needs new rubber bands, and it pays to keep a couple here and there), and sits up enough to tie her hair back in a low, messy ponytail; just to keep it out of the way.
In the process, she stays close enough that Red can keep his hand on the back of her neck.
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The accusation is a light one, especially considering that her eyelids fluttered with that move of his hips, and that Liz is half-smiling. She reaches over and plucks a rubber band off the side rail of the truck-bed (she doesn't wake up in flames terribly often, but when she does, she always needs new rubber bands, and it pays to keep a couple here and there), and sits up enough to tie her hair back in a low, messy ponytail; just to keep it out of the way.
In the process, she stays close enough that Red can keep his hand on the back of her neck.