For a number meme.

Anon asked: #48 arianne x arys? please


48. shackles

"This isn't the only reason you went out with me, is it?"

Arianne pauses what she's doing to roll her eyes. "No, Arys, access to your handcuffs is not the only reason I went out with you." The sound of the cuffs locking into place around the bedpost is satisfying, made even more so by the strain in Arys's body as she straddles his hips. "But it does help. I've not been with a cop before."

"But—"

She grasps him to shut him up, and can't decide if she's disappointed or gratified at how easy it is. She can't say she particularly misses his talking, though. He's a good enough lay, but his forte does not lie in stimulating conversation.

He also has a tendency to put his foot in his mouth, usually complaining about women who have casual sex while at the same time continuing this relationship (if it can even be called that). She'd have moved on a while ago, but he's endearing in a doofus sort of way, and he's convenient. Besides, she's leaving the city in a week anyway—if she can wrangle herself some free handcuffs out of the deal, she'll take it.

She gives him a wicked smile. "Now, officer, let's see how durable these are."