Finn was in a phenomenal mood. He rarely ever got a day off in the middle of a shift – usually it was when he got hurt. But not this time. Shawn from B rotation needed to switch days and Ralph said it would be okay and so he was going to surprise his wife on a Monday night (when Broadway dark and he knew she would be home) and he had ideas.

The Saturday before had been Brittany and Santana's wedding in Boston so they had just come back in on the train yesterday. He had gotten a taxi from the airport to the station and Rachel had gone straight to the theater.

It had been a boring first twenty-four and then Ralph had called him in and asked if he would switch shifts.

He had been only too happy to agree.

See, he and Rachel had crazy hot sex in the coatroom at the up-scale hotel where the Pierce-Lopezes had their reception. Crazy hot. Like no-more-panties-where's-her-burette-hold-on-to-the-railing-baby hot.

And he still wanted more. Truth be told he always wanted more but it seemed like she wanted more – a lot more – and he was, again, only too happy to provide her with his services.

He was so gonna get lucky tonight.

More than once, he was sure.

But he had bigger ideas than that. See, he knew Rachel loved him in his uniform. And he loved her in her costume. And he sort of wondered if that love for other outfits would cross over into possible role play.

He knew exactly who could help him out with that.

He entered the police station with a broad smile and gestures and words of hello for his friends and fellow City employees. He wandered up to the duty desk and leaned against it with a grin. "Well hello there, cutie," he said to the back of an officer.

"Hey, baby," O'Callahan said as he spun the chair around and offered a lascivious look to his friend. "You got fries to go with that shake?"

"The fuck you doin' on desk duty, O?" Finn responded as he reached over the desk and shook his friend's hand. "I thought you were on Flatbush this week."

"I drew some fire this weekend and Brenda freaked out and embarrassed me in front of the guys so Allen took the car and I got the desk," the officer bitched as he grabbed his coffee and took a sip. "What're you doin' in my little corner of heaven?"

Finn didn't answer because his wandering eye caught sight of something shiny and interesting. Something that could be fun. Something that would really go along with his ideas for his "Wild Night of Fun Sexing with My Wonderful, Hot, Sexy, Amazing, Awesome-in-Bed Wife" night.

"Danny? Can I borrow those?" Finn asked as he pointed to his friend's standard issue handcuffs.

"Do I wanna know why?"

Finn stared at his friend, face blank. "I really don't think you do."

Danny stared back. "Is it for something kinky with Rachel?"

Finn licked his lips and averted his eyes for a moment before turning back to his friend and saying evenly, "It is."

"Who's gonna be wearing them?"

"The plan is for her but she can be very persuasive …"

Danny looked down at his cuffs then back up to Finn. "Lemme see if I can find a spare pair," Danny said as he stood and patted his snoozing partner on the shoulder before slipping out from behind the desk and heading for the back.

"Make sure you give me the keys too!" he yelled to Danny's back, drawing the attention of everyone in the area. "Hey, guys," he added with an embarrassed nod as he leaned against the desk, eyes glued to the ceiling.

He was really hoping Danny had a spare pair of cuffs. He really, really wanted to role-play with his wife.

He could be the cop and she could be the hooker.

His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. He should probably think of a different role for her. She probably wouldn't appreciate playing the role of a prostitute. (Though he was pretty sure she was planning to audition for Chicago and those outfits looked like they belonged to prostitutes so maybe she wouldn't hate it so much.)

Danny returned a few minutes later with a brown paper bag. "Here," he said shortly as he thrust it into Finn's hands. "Take 'em."

"A brown bag, dude? Really? Are we teenagers sneakin' some Jack or somethin'?"

"You wanna cuff your chick to the bed that's on you. I don't wanna even think about it. And they were set to be recycled anyway, so I never, ever wanna see 'em again. You got me?"

"Sure. Right. You got it," Finn nodded enthusiastically as he stuffed the bag into his ever-present backpack. His eyes shifted from side to side before he leaned in and whispered, "Got any extra uniforms in my size?"

"Get the fuck out of here, Sinatra," Danny growled as he shoved his friend and retook his position behind the desk. "There's a sex shop over on East 53rd."

Finn chuckled loudly, hand slapping on the countertop before he turned away, a delightfully shouted, "How do you know where Come Again is?"

He immediately shut up when he heard Danny call back, "Never said the name!"

Motherfucker.

Whatever.

He checked his watch and realized that Rachel was probably at the studio working with the kids' workshop. She'd been spending more and more time with the younger children and he was starting to get the sense that she wanted a baby.

He did too. Really, he did. But practicing was so fun.

He took a cab home – he never really liked the subway but would never admit it to Rachel because she rode the damn thing like it was a ride at Disney World sometimes – and hurried upstairs.

He was glad to have the alone time to get ready. He had to plan this just right or he would piss her off and then not only would he not get kinky handcuff sex but he wouldn't be getting any sex. And that was simply unacceptable.

He needed sex with his super-sexy, always-horny, amazing-in-bed, always-willing-to-try-anything-once wife. Needed it like air.

So, yeah. He had to make this good. Because while his wife was game for just about anything, he was pretty sure it would take some time to convince her to let him strap a pair of real handcuffs on her.

So he set the mood. A few candles. He sprayed his Axe in the kitchen (because fuck using a bed, he wants table sex and he wants it now) because she likes the way he smells. He dimmed the lights and pulled off his shirt. Then his shoes and socks. He thought about taking off his boxers too but there's always that teeny-tiny chance that she wouldn't be alone when she got home – since Kenz and Puck moved to New York the two women were basically inseparable and he knew she didn't like being alone in the apartment if she didn't need to be – and he didn't want to scare any unexpected (and unwanted) visitors.

He glanced at the clock and smiled. Should only be a few more minutes before she got home and then the sexy times could begin.

He narrowed his eyes and decided he would just go for broke from the get-go. He shuffled over to his backpack, pulled out the bag with the cuffs and dumped the restraints and key on the kitchen table.

He smirked proudly to himself before moving back to the counter and sliding to sit on it.

Any minute now she would be home and he would get to handcuff her to the table and do whatever he wanted.

If she was game.

(He was pretty sure she would be.)

So ten minutes later when she walked in the door, he sat in silence. It was a clear view into the kitchen and he knew as soon as she turned in that direction she would see him. And she would be surprised and excited and the other kind of excited and they would have some wicked awesome sex.

He paused briefly to wonder if he needed some kind of sex therapy.

Nymphos Anonymous or whatever.

He wasn't disappointed in her reaction. He knew she wouldn't scream and squeal. She did exactly as he expected her to. She slowly put her keys into the little ceramic bowl she made him keep on the stupid desk she forced him to put by the front door, slide her sweater from her arms and arched a brow, a small smile sliding across her face.

"What're you doing home?" she asked as she sort-of slid into the kitchen, the smile still present. "I thought you wouldn't be home until Thursday morning." Her eyes caught on the cuffs and she ticked a brow at them before gliding smoothly into his arms. "How long have you been standing there in your underwear?"

"Doesn't matter," Finn murmured as he gripped her ass and pulled her tightly against him. "What matters is how long it's going to take me to get you out of yours."

"That was a terrible line," she giggled but immediately quieted as he thrust his hips into her stomach.

"Doesn't matter," he whispered hotly against her ear, hands now massaging her rear. "Get out of your clothes so I can fuck you on the table."

Rachel stared into his eyes for a moment before pulling him down into a bruising kiss. One of her hands carded through his thick hair while the other traveled down between their bodies to massage him through his boxer shorts.

He was so wrapped up in her that he barely noticed she was slowing down until she had disengaged, leaving him dizzy and wanting more. "Where'ya goin'?" he slurred as he chased her mouth.

"You just wait right here," she murmured against his lips as she pulled away. "I'll be right back."

"But … but …"

"Oh for heavens sakes, Finn. I'll be just a moment," she told him as she took off down the hall towards the bedroom.

He heaved a sigh and dropped himself down onto the bench of their breakfast nook. He had no idea what she was doing and why in the name of all that was holy she thought that whatever is was was more important than having kinky handcuff sex.

He must have let his thoughts wander as his chin sunk to his chest because when he focused again he saw the heels. Those awesomely sexy fuck me heels that she wore when she wanted it bad and just couldn't wait.

He was pretty sure if he hadn't married Rachel and you were allowed to marry shoes, he would have married them.

His eyes traveled up her (fish-net stocking covered?) legs and to a tight as sin navy blue pencil skirt, held up at the waist by a belt with a large gold buckle, and up to a light blue, also tight button down shit, buttons gaping at the chest, black bra showing, up, up, up to Rachel's pursed lips, her hair pulled back into a neat bun and a hat on her head.

He jumped back from the table to take in the whole outfit.

She was dressed like a sexy cop.

Ho. Ly. Fuck.

He was so caught up in the sight of her he didn't see her move. He didn't see the slow, sneaky smile cross her face. He didn't see her pick up the handcuffs.

But he sure as hell felt the freezing cold metal slide around his wrist. And he heard the snicking of the notches as they grew tighter around his wrist.

Oh fuck.

"Rach? Whatcha doin'?"

"You have the right to remain silent," she purred. "But you may not have the ability." She paused and wrinkled her nose. "No?"

He shook his head, seemingly forgetting that his right hand was ensnared in a cuff. "Nah, babe. Not your best. Wanna try again?"

"No, no," she said seriously. "When an actor improvs a line that doesn't quite fit the show must go on." She lowered her eyelids and whispered, "And go on we shall."

"Not any better."

"Do you want to have sex with me or not?"

"Yes, officer," he responded immediately.

"That's Officer Hudson to you, bad boy."

"Rach," he chuckled. "I think you should give up on the play-acting. Maybe if you just take the handcuffs off …"

She shook her head slowly and advanced on him, backing him up until he reached the small dining room and fell unceremoniously back into a chair. With ninja-like grace that could only be attributed to her friendship with Mike Chang, she was around his back and cuffing his other hand.

He smirked to himself when she turned her back for a moment and tried to stand, only to find her magic ninja skills involved somehow weaving the cuffs through the slats in the chair before connecting them to his other wrist.

He was so fucked. In both the good and probably the bad way. Because all this boiled down to one thing: he wouldn't be able to touch her while she did unmentionable things to his body.

Awesome as hell, but really, really frustrating.

"Baby?" he asked. "Why am I the one cuffed to the chair?"

"Because I'm the one with the uniform," she said with a grin before waltzing over and sliding onto his lap. "And you know how much I like to be in charge," she added with a husky whisper into his ear.

"Right," he gulped. "Where exactly did you get that?" he added as he attempted to bring his hands up to grasp her hips, momentarily forgetting that he was a little tied up.

"It's just a few different things I had lying around," she told him as she brought her lips and tongue to his neck. "Why? Do you like it?"

"It's really hot, baby," he said appreciatively as his eyes ran up and down her torso. "But I kinda like the idea of it being on the floor now."

She shook her head and slid from him. "Now, Hudson," she said with lowered eyes. "You know I can get in a lot of trouble with my bosses if they find out I'm even talking to you. We can't let them know about our deal."

"D-deal?" he gulped as he watched her move her hands up under her skirt. "What …" he gulped, eyes locked on the bottom of the skirt, "what deal is that?"

"Shh," she said as she shook her head and tsk-ed at him. "You know we mustn't speak of it aloud …"

"Rach …"

"Officer Hudson, to you!" she barked as she pulled her panties and the stocking down her legs, stepping out of her shoes as she reached the bottom. "Now I would suggest you remove your undergarments but I can see you're a little tied up at the moment. Not matter," she continued as she stepped closer to him and palmed his cock through the cotton. "I don't mind helping you out."

"Fuck, Rach," he breathed as his eyes shut and his head rolled back. "This is so hot."

"If you keep talking I'm going to gag you," she said authoritatively as she swiftly pulled his boxers down to his knees, effectively trapping his legs. She smirked slightly and moved to straddle his lap. "And not in a fun way."

"Rachel," he whispered out as she slowly rubbed herself against his aching member. "I need to touch you."

She shook her head slowly, eyes locked on his, as she positioned herself to sink down onto him.

"Wait!" he cried out as he felt himself slip into her wet heat. "Wait! Rach, don't!"

"What?" she asked with wide eyes and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders to keep herself from losing her balance. "What's wrong?"

He surged up and pressed his lips against hers, a breathless whisper of "I love you" escaping his lips as he thrust his hips up and slid into her.

"You're amazing," she breathed out as she loosened her grip on his shoulders and slid down into his lap, her hips rising and falling in a rapid rhythm.

He always, always said he loved her before he slid home. It didn't matter whether it was fast, heated and simple fucking or slow, sensual and more making love than anything. He'd stop her or himself and breathe out or whisper or scream, on one or two occasions, that he loved her.

And that never failed to work her up even more.

This time was no different. She scratched and clutched and clawed at his bare shoulders and chest as her hips moved up and down in a frantic pace, the joining of their flesh in perfect synch with the racing beat of his heart.

"Finn," she panted. "Finn, are you close?"

"One day you're going to stop asking me that question," he said hoarsely as he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hand-cuffed fists.

"Not until the answer changes," she whispered into his ear before nipping gently at the lobe and kind of twisting her hips in a way that didn't even give him a chance to think of controlling himself as he released into her.

His release triggered her own and she certainly was not quiet about it, screaming his name loudly as her nails bit into his scratched-up flesh.

"Heavens," she breathed out as she rested her sweaty forehead against his. "That was amazing."

He hummed in agreement and winced slightly as she pulled up from him. "Where ya goin'?" he slurred, eyes shut and breath still being panted out.

"Shower," she muttered as she shuffled out of the kitchen and down the tiny hall to the bathroom.

"Awesome idea, baby. I'll be there in a minute," he responded as he rolled his head from side to side, eyes still shut. He heard the water turn on and slowly felt himself become aroused again. Hell, when Rachel was around he was in a constant state of nothing less than semi-hardness. But she was home and he was home and she was naked and he was naked and there was really only one thing to do about it.

He grinned to himself and started to stand only to have his body jerked back into the seat. He furrowed his brow with a frown and attempted again ending in the same result.

He moved his hand to scratch at his head but it moved mere centimeters before being pulled back into place.

And then he remembered …

… the handcuffs!

"Rach?" he called just as he heard the shower kick in and her belting out something from Thoroughly Modern Millie as she no doubt danced in place in their small shower. "Rachel!"

He glanced to the table and saw the keys. He wasn't sure how he would get them into his hands but he figured he could work on that after he got them off the table.

He scooted the chair forward and caught it on that crappy edge of linoleum that not even Crazy Glue could keep down and ended up sprawled on the cold floor, boxers at his knees, handcuffed to the chair, and completely merciless.

And then he heard the door open and Puck's voice call out, "Berry! I need you to watch Ben for a bit! I got called in to work!"

He kinda wished Shawn would take a long walk off a short pier or something right now.

Sure, the sex was amazing, as always, but Puck and Ben were about to catch him in the most compromising position he'd ever been in.

He was pretty much fucked.

There had to be some way he could blame this whole thing on Rachel. He just wasn't sure he'd think of it before Puck made it into the kitchen.

He was right when he heard his so-called best friend's bark of laughter.

He really fucking kinda wished he was still at work.

A/N: For Amy. Who wanted it. And I like to give her what she wants. Or she becomes cranky. LMAO. Sorry it took so long for this. I was more blocked than … you know what? You can go ahead and inset your own cockblock or constipation joke here. I'll leave it up to you.

Thanks to the Fildos, of course, for the feedback and encouragement and love! Next stop: Aluminum Chefs with tjcrowfoot.