Author's Note: Yes, I've put Harry in a tie for this... missing scene. I can't own him (the BBC does), but I can at least dress him how I want. Oh, if only.

HUGE thanks to everyone who's reviewed my other two SW fics; I hope you enjoy this one as well. I had fun writing it. It's self-indulgent, I admit, but I hope my self-indulgence will be enjoyed by others too!

Kinks

I think you like it, really.

And because it was Nikki, of course, he did.

"That's my desk," he pointed out, walking into the office, chucking her gently on the cheek with the coiled-up rope from earlier. "I'm beginning to think my desk is your favourite kink."

"Nope. Bet you wish it was, though," she rejoined with a smile.

"So what is?"

"You couldn't handle it," she teased.

"Try me."

She stood up slowly, the back of her hand running up the length of his chest, before she tightened his tie, giving it a tug before sauntering off. "You are."