Piper and Jason

Piper collapsed on her boyfriend's bare chest, breathing heavy and skin slicked with sweat.

"That… was amazing," she said, lazily tracing her finger along his shoulder.

Jason nodded and made some agreeable sounds, but still didn't seem quite capable of stringing a sentence together. He moved his hand, causing the metal of the handcuff around his wrist to clink against the headboard.

Piper sat up. "Oh, right. Your arms are probably getting uncomfortable, sorry."

"'sn't that bad," he murmured, eyes half lidded.

She laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "I might just leave you locked up then," she said teasingly.

He woke up properly at that. "Ah, no thanks. As fun as this was, I'd prefer to have full use of my hands again."

"Already thinking about how you can pay me back next time, hm?" Piper smirked as she leaned over him to the bedside table, fingers groping across the surface for the key to the handcuffs.

Jason tilted his head back and caught her in a kiss, and for a moment she allowed herself to sink into it, blissfully unaware of anything else. Until she registered that her hand was finding nothing but the smooth wood of the bedside table; not a key.

She sat up and looked down at the bedside table. There was no key there.

"Oh, no," she breathed, climbing off the bed to get a better look. Thinking they might have knocked it to the floor, she got down on her hands and knees to search around the base of the table.

Jason's worried voice floated over the side of the bed. "Piper, what are you doing?"

"Nothing! Everything's fine," she said.

"Charmspeak," he muttered, slightly dazed, and she scowled. She hadn't really meant to use charmspeak, but if it would stop him from freaking out like she was then it was a good thing.

"Everything's fine," she repeated.

"You've lost the key, haven't you?"

She sat back on her heels and stared at her boyfriend, stark naked and handcuffed to the headboard. This would have been hilarious, if it had been happening to anyone but them.

"No, I didn't lose it! I put it on the table, right there -" she waved her hand over the empty surface, "- and now it's… gone."

Jason's expression was completely blank. "So it's lost."

"No. I just can't…find…it…" Piper trailed off helplessly.

"Pipes, that's the definition of lost."

"Oh, my gods," she said, clapping a hand over her mouth. She shook her head and started frantically groping under the bedside table, under the bed itself, along the skirting board.

"Maybe it's in the sheets," Jason offered.

"Good idea!" Piper shot to her feet and pushed his legs aside, grabbing the edge of the sheets and flinging them up. She didn't see any flashes of silver. She crawled under the sheets, feeling around blindly amongst the fabric. She ran her hand inside every fold, right along the edges of the mattress, right up the top of it until she came back out beside Jason.

"No luck?" he asked, though her expression must have made the answer obvious.

"Can't you just… I don't know, zap out of there?" she asked, waving her hands in a vague gesture.

He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to zap myself out of the handcuffs? That's not going to go down well."

"Why not?"

"Wooden headboard."

"Oh."

"Can't you… I don't know, charmspeak them off?"

Now it was Piper's turn to look at him in disbelief. "Really?"

"Okay, sorry, that was a long shot."

For someone who was trapped in such a compromising position, Jason still looked remarkably composed. He was looking up at the handcuffs with the most serious expression, blue eyes focused and mouth set in a hard line. But he was still completely exposed, reclining almost casually.

The scene was so ridiculous that Piper couldn't help but laugh. It started off as a little giggle and grew into a full blown laugh, and Jason looked at her as though she was mad.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked.

She was laughing too hard to reply. He went to reach for her, but of course he couldn't move his arms. She rolled back on the bed, clutching her sides, and he started laughing too. Because this was hilarious.Absolutely mortifying, but hilarious. The type of mortifying, hilarious, story they'd use to one-up all their friends at games nights.

When she eventually calmed down, Piper patted Jason's knee and sighed. "I have an idea."

"An idea to get me out of here or an idea of how you can keep on being unhelpful?" Jason asked, but he was smiling.

She leaned forward and kissed him softly. "I'm going to get Leo."

Jason pulled away. "What?!"

"I'm sorry, but what else are we supposed to do? I can't just leave you here."

"But that's exactly what you're going to have to do when you go get Leo."

"He's good with… this sort of thing. He'll get you out of them in no time."

"Piper…"

"Jason, what else can we do?"

He sighed. "Okay. Fine. Go get Leo. But you know he's never going to let us live this down."

"I know." She slipped off the bed and quickly got dressed, awkwardly helping her boyfriend back into his jeans before turning to go.

"Wait, Pipes!"

"Hm?" She turned back to look at him, trying to ignore how badly they were both already blushing. Gods, how she was even going to explain this to Leo?

"Lock the door."

"Of course. I'm not going to let anyone wander in and find you like this."

"And don't lose the key this time."

"You know, the walk to Leo's might take me a bit longer than usual today…"

"Don't you dare."

Piper threw him a cheeky smile as she ducked out the door. "I love you!"

"I love you too!" she heard him call.

And then she took off at a brisk walk to find Leo, mentally rehearsing how she could explain this in the least embarrassing terms possible. If that was even possible…

a.n. from a hilarious anon prompt sent to my tumblr (bananannabeth)