Summary
"God. It really is muggy, isn't it?" Lizzy fished a piece of ice out of her glass and ran it from the pulse point on her throat down to the hollow of her neck, humming with pleasure at the cooling sensation; Red swallowed his mouthful of tea, his eyes wide as he followed the progress of the melting ice cube. [Lizzington, S6 if the prison arc never happened, 2/3]