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When Emma had suggested he spend the week in bed with her apologizing during the drive home from the high-rise bar, Creed called her beautiful and crazy. Now, three days into her idea, he was leaning more towards the latter.
"How much longer are you gonna keep me here?" Creed pulled on the handcuff keeping his left wrist attached to the bedpost on Emma's side of the bed.
"I think we agreed on a week." Emma lay on her stomach near the foot of the bed, gently turned away from him facing his clawed feet in her lacy underwear, legs lazily bouncing against her bottom, her black hair tied up loosely in a claw clip, her little white teeth gently nibbling her slim fingers while she read her book, not looking up at him.
Victor could think of worse situations to be tied up in so he compiled. "Can I have a cigarette?" He nudged her gently with his toe.
"No smoking in the house." She sang and rubbed her lips absently. The gesture was small but it had an effect on him that still remained unmatched by any other piece of ass he'd encountered. "Save for your office of course," Her green eyes finally met his "which you are not in at the moment."
"I need to pee, you think you can..." He grinned and lifted his chained wrist again.
"...catheterize you?" Emma smiled back at him evilly.
"Not what I had in mind, babe."
"Because I can make it happen - I've done it before." She put her book face down on the comforter and crawled up to him, straddling his hips and tugging on his undershirt.
"Don't remind me." The amount of injuries she's had to deal with being married to him nearly required them to have a fully stocked ER in one of the hall closets. Catheters were definitely familiar to him. "If you don't mind, I'd like to piss like a man...standing up and all."
Emma seemed to consider this for a few minutes in silence while toying with a strand of his overgrown mess of blond hair. "I will let you go, when I'm damn well ready to let you go." Victor could feel the bite in her words and knew they were no longer speaking about the situation, but about the relationship.
The bedside drawer slipped silently open and she fished out the cuff's key. It yielded with a soft click and he was able to rub his tender wrist before Emma shifted her weight over and he lifted himself off the bed and padded slowly to the bedroom's washroom.
"Victor?" Emma's voice called quietly behind him. Creed turned in the washroom's doorway to face her. "You belong to me."