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Prompt: Handcuffs and teasing
Rating: M
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'Oi, Potter!'
Lily's voice came down the stairs, and since James had heard her shout his name often enough to discern nuance in it by now, he thought that she sounded mildly irritated. Deciding that a prompt response might prevent "mildly irritated" from becoming "roaringly pissed off", he called back a loud 'Yes, love?'
'Come here a minute!'
Abandoning his coffee, James followed his wife's voice up the stairs of their poky little house and to the door of their bedroom. Lily was perched on the edge of their bed, her face neutral and her legs crossed daintily.
'Where did these come from, Potter?' She swung the item in her left hand gently back and forth, and once his eyes focused on them he visibly and audibly gulped.
'Er…I have no idea?'
Lily arched an eyebrow. 'Really? In that case we've had an intruder, and the only thing they did was go through your underwear drawer and put these right at the bottom.'
The handcuffs with fuzzy red and gold trim were still swinging from side to side as they dangled on the end of her index finger, and his eyes followed them to and fro as he tried very, very hard not to associate Lily, the bed, and handcuffs in his suddenly rather frazzled brain. Following that train of thought would definitely get him into trouble.
'Er…Sirius may have been involved…?' He swallowed, then jerked his eyes away from the hypnotic sway of the handcuffs to look his wife directly in the face. If there was one thing James Potter knew, it was that you looked at a woman's face when she was pissed at you. Nowhere else was safe.
'Sirius hid these in your underwear drawer? And to think, I always thought the rumours about you two were nonsense.' Lily smiled brightly, and James suddenly realised that she wasn't pissed. Not really. Her eyes were too bright, her demeanor too playful. She was playing with him.
Well, then.
He took off his glasses and polished them on his shirt. Of course, that involved lifting the hem of his shirt up to expose his abdomen and the small trail of hair that ran down from just below his navel. His stomach was one of her weaknesses, and if she wanted to play dirty….
'Actually, he bought them as a wedding gift, and I just threw them in there without showing you.' He put his glasses back on and looked at her challengingly, noting the very faint flush on the apple of her cheeks.
She stared at him for a moment, catching her bottom lip between her teeth before something like resolve flashed across her face, and she stood up.
'In that case, Potter,' Lily stepped towards him and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer, 'you have been a very bad husband in that respect, haven't you?'
A click had James glancing down at their joined hands, just in time to see one of the handcuffs close around his wrist. He looked back up at his wife, who was smiling at him with a twinkle in her eye that he knew meant he was going to be late meeting Sirius later.
Lily stepped behind him and grabbed his other hand, and he offered no resistance as she pulled it behind his back and closed the other cuff over it. 'You're supposed to share these things with your wife, James. Very neglectful.'
She stepped back in front of him, and he cocked his head to one side as he looked down at her.
'You do know that you can't take my shirt off now, don't you? You've handcuffed me into it.'
She pushed him back until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he toppled back onto the mattress, hands still restrained behind his back.
She stood in front of him, her fingers reaching for the buttons of her own shirt. 'Good thing it's not your shirt that I'm interested in taking off then, isn't it?'
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