AN: I do have a goodreads account, yes. Fanfiction won't let me post whole links so I can't link you straight to my profile. Search for Vikki Strachan and look for the girl from Newcastle Upon Tyne. My profile pic is of me and my build -a-bear. And yes, he's a police bear with glasses and yes, he's called Stephen XD This is the first book series I've ever written fanfic for. I mostly write stuff from TV. I'm not currently planning fanfic for other books at the minute. But I do have my next series of Shades drabbles planned (I call it series 3) and I also have yet another series of Shades drabbles planned for after that (series 4). So lots and lots and lots of Shades fanfic to write xD

Note: This chapter is very smutty. I'm talking pure unadulterated smut. Definitely rated M. If you don't like smut, go straight to the next chapter, you won't miss anything important. If you do like smut, read on :)

Rated: M

Understatement

Callum, Boo and Freddie had left the flat 10 minutes earlier. They were off out for a drink but Stephen and Rory had opted for a night in which had resulted in Callum giving them a wink as he left. As soon as the door had closed, Stephen had stood, pulled Rory from the couch and led her through to the bedroom, kissing and undressing each other as they went. By the time they were actually in their bedroom with the door closed, his shirt was hanging off and she was topless. He pulled her over to the bed and gently lay her down on it, kissing her before abruptly stopping and pulling back from the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows.

"What-"

"Shhh." He pressed his finger to his lips.

She gave him a questioning look as he smirked at her.

"Do you remember the second present you gave me on my 21st?"

Her eyes flashed and she swallowed, trying to keep the smile from creeping onto her face. "Yes."

"Well, I think it's time to repay the favour."

She giggled as he walked over to his drawers and pulled out the handcuffs that went with his uniform. "That is, of course, if you want to."

"Yes, I do."

He grinned, his voice low and husky. "Good."

He came over to the bed again. "Lie back."

She smirked at him, deliberately staying propped up. He smiled darkly. "I said 'lie back.'"

Her breathing got heavier as she slowly lowered herself back down on the bed. Her voice was a whisper. "Bossy Stephen. I like it."

He giggled as he crawled on top of her, taking her hands and raising them above her head. His heart swelled with love a little as he felt the engagement ring on her finger. "I'm glad."

He kissed her as he worked the handcuffs onto her wrists and through the headboard. When she was locked in place, he broke the kiss. "Comfortable?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah."

He spoke slowly, mild concern lacing his voice. "If you feel uncomfortable at anytime -"

"Stephen," she whispered reassuringly, "I'm fine."

He smiled down at her and removed his glasses, placing them in the bedside table. Then he kissed her again before moving his lips to her neck, leaving small bites there. She laughed while she sighed. "That's gonna leave a mark."

He chuckled against her skin, his breath hot. "That's the idea." He lay beside her and ran his hand down her body, briefly fondling her nipples before moving down to her jeans. With one hand, he gently pushed one of her legs aside so he could stroke her. She gasped softly and bucked her hips into his hand, desperate for more contact. He moved his kisses down to her breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently biting it and suckling it. Her breathing quickened and her gasps turned into small squeals of delight. He moved down her body, kissing her stomach, and sat upright. He undid her jeans and pulled them off, throwing them to the other side of the room. He came back to her mouth to kiss her again as she gently pulled against her restraints. His hand went back between her legs, rubbing her on top of her knickers before slipping his hand inside of them. He stroked her pussy slowly as she begged for more. His voice was deep. "I like you begging."

She sighed. "Please Stephen."

He chuckled and whispered as he continued stroking her. "Say that again."

"Please."

"Your every wish is my command."

He slid his fingers inside of her, one to begin with, then two, then three. Her breathing became quicker and her moaning became louder with each consecutive finger sliding in and out of her. After a moment or two, he removed his fingers, an action that was met with a disappointed groan. He sucked his fingers, moaning appreciatively at the taste. He kissed her and moved down her body once more, placing himself between her legs. He kissed her breasts before moving down to her stomach and over to her thighs. He licked the length of her inner thigh, doing the same to the other before pulling her knickers off at a teasingly slow speed and throwing them across the room to join the rest of her clothes. He allowed himself a moment to look at her. She lay before him, naked, handcuffed and panting, smirking up at him. He grinned and placed his hands on her knees, spreading her legs wide. He lowered his head to her clit and began licking her slowly, moaning against her. She began to buck underneath him, moaning his name on a seemingly endless repeat. He began licking her faster, slipping his fingers back inside of her for added effect. Her moans grew louder and louder until they eventually became screams. He knew she was close now and introduced his teeth so he could gently bite her. That was what sent her over the edge and she screamed his name as she came. Her back arched as her orgasm tore through her body and she fell limp beneath him as she regained her breathing and he crawled back up her body laughing. He slid his hand between her legs once more, feeling the wetness of her pussy against his fingers as he rubbed her. Her breathing hitched again and she bit her lip, groaning.

His voice was soft but husky as he rubbed her. "Come on sweetheart. Come for me again. I want to hear you come again."

She squealed with pleasure as he brought her back to the edge. The world around her spun and she focussed on his voice; authoritative, deep and with a growl in his throat. His fingers drew circles on her clit and she spread her legs to give him more access. And then she fell over the edge once more, screaming his name again.

He lay beside her as he watched her compose herself afterwards. She was, in a word, perfect. "I think you enjoyed that."

She laughed at him and let her head fall to the side to look at him. He was smirking and his eyes were filled with adoration. "You, Stephen Dene, have quite the talent for understatement."

He laughed as he kissed her and she moaned when she tasted herself on his lips. He broke the kiss gently. He whispered. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah."

"Still comfortable?"

"Yeah."

"Tired?"

"Not even a little bit."

"Good." He kissed her again. "Because..." He opened the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a condom and she grinned at him. He grinned back. "We're not done yet."