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

The Saturday before had been their second wedding anniversary, so they had just come back in on the train from the city yesterday. Melinda and Jim still had Freya and Therese through tonight. He had gotten a taxi from the train station to work and Mackenzie had gone straight home. It had been a boring first half of his double shift and then Shawn had called him and asked if he would switch for his day shift. He had been only too happy to agree.

See, he and Mackenzie had crazy hot sex in the elevator at the upscale hotel where they went for their anniversary. Crazy hot. Like no-more-panties-and-hold-on-to-the-railing- 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 Mackenzie loved him in his uniform. And he loved her in hers. And he sort of wondered if that love for other's 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 Ned's desk and leaned against with a grin.

"Well hello there," Scott said to the back of his partner.

"Hey, Scott," Ned said as he spun the chair around and offered a lascivious look to his friend.

"The fuck you doin' on desk duty, Ned?" Scott responded as he clapped his back. "I thought you were on the Flatbush case this week."

"I have a shit ton of paperwork and LeTrai is on my ass about it," the officer bitched as he grabbed his coffee and took a sip. "What're you doin' in my little corner of heaven?"

Scott didn't answer because his wandering eye caught sight of Ned's spare cuffs that always sat on his desk. Those could be fun.

"Ned? Can I borrow those?" He asked as he pointed to his friend's standard issue spare handcuffs.

"Do I wanna know why?" Ned stared at his friend, face blank.

"I really don't think you do," he chuckled.

The blond man stared back. "Is it for something kinky with Mack?"

Scott 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?" Ned chuckled, tossing his pen on the desk.

"The plan is for her but she can be very persuasive..." He chuckled.

Ned looked down at the cuffs then back up to Scott, shaking his head as he grabbed something from his bottom drawer. "Here," he said shortly as he tossed a brown bag into Scott's hands. "Take 'em."

"A brown bag, dude? Really? Are we teenagers sneakin' some Jack or somethin'?" He couldn't stop laughing now.

"You wanna cuff Mackenzie to the bed that's on you," Ned said, scooting his chair up to the desk as he grabbed his pen. "I don't wanna even think about it because she has always been sweet, adorable Mack in my head. And they were set to be recycled anyway, so I never, ever wanna see 'em again. You got me?"

"Sure. Right. You got it," Scott nodded enthusiastically as he stuffed the bag into his pocket. His eyes shifted from side to side before he leaned in and whispered, "Got any extra blindfolds from when Katie was in that phase?"

"Get the fuck out of here, O'Neill, before I make Shawn switch you back on," Ned growled as he shoved his friend and retook his position behind the desk. "There's a sex shop over on 3rd."

Scott chuckled loudly, hand slapping on the desk before he turned away, a delightfully shouted, "How do you know where Pure Pleasure is?"

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

Motherfucker.

He checked his watch and realized that it was almost five, so Mackenzie was probably just leaving work. She'd been spending more and more time with the children that came into the ER 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 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 not what he wanted to happen. He needed sex with his super-sexy, always-horny, amazing-in-bed, always-willing-to-try-anything-once wife.

So he set the mood. A few candles. He sprayed his cologne in the kitchen (because fuck using a bed, he wanted table sex and he wanted it now) because she liked the way he smelled. He dimmed the lights and pulled off his work shirt. Then his shoes and socks. He thought about taking off his pants too but there's always that teeny-tiny chance that she wouldn't be alone when she got home – since they moved across the street from Katie the two women were basically inseparable and he knew she didn't like being alone in the house if she didn't need to be – and she didn't know he would be off. Plus it was always fun when Mackenzie got to take his clothes off.

He glanced at the clock and smiled. Should only be a few more minutes before she got home. He narrowed his eyes and decided he would just go for it from the get-go. He pulled the bag out of his pocket and dumped the restraints and key on the kitchen counter. 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, which he was pretty sure she would be.

Ten minutes later when Mackenzie walked in the door, Scott 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 soon after, and then they would have some wicked awesome sex. He paused briefly to wonder if he needed some kind of sex therapy. He swore he'd never been like this before. Mackenzie had done this to him.

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 are you doing home so early?" She asked as she walked into the kitchen, the smile still present. "I thought you wouldn't be home until the 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 just your pants?"

"Doesn't matter," he 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."

Mackenzie 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 the 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 are you going, baby?" 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," he pulled her back and she giggled.

"Oh for heaven's sakes, Scott. I'll be just a moment," she told him as she took off down the hall towards the front door.

He heaved a sigh and dropped himself down onto the stool of their kitchen island. He didn't know how much longer he could wait until he saw her come around the banister, stripped clean of her clothes and in a matching pair bra and panties.

He was so caught up in the sight of her, 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.

"Mack?"

"You have the right to remain silent," she purred.

"Mackenzie," 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 a ninja-like grace that could only be attributed to her older sister, 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. A

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

"Because I'm the one in charge," 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 as he attempted to bring his hands up to grasp her hips, momentarily forgetting that he was a little tied up.

"Did you miss me?" She asked him as she brought her lips and tongue to his neck.

"All day, 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, O'Neill," 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 to rest on her hips. "What …" he gulped, eyes locked on her hand as it went back to smack her own ass, "what deal is that?"

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

"Mack…" He chuckled.

"Officer O'Neill, to you!" she barked as she pulled her panties down her legs, stepping out of them as they reached her ankles. "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 him through the cotton boxers. "I don't mind helping you out."

"Fuck, Mack," 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 slowly. "And not in a fun way."

"Mackenzie," 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! Mack, 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 into her. It didn't matter whether it was a fast, heated and simple moment or slow, sensual he would 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.

"Scott," she panted. "Oh, baby, 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 are you going?" he slurred, eyes shut and breath still being panted out.

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

"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, whenever Mackenzie 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!

"Mack?" he called just as he heard the shower kick on. "Mackenzie!"

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 Katie's voice call out, "Kenz? You home? Your car is out front!" She closed the door behind her. "I need to borrow those new heels you were teling me about. Ned got off early and wants to take me out for dinner!"

He cursed as he slammed his head into the floor. 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 Katie and possibly her children about to catch him in the most compromising position he'd ever been in. There had to be some way he could blame this whole thing on Mackenzie. He just wasn't sure he'd think of it before Katie made it into the kitchen.

He was right when he heard the forty year old's bark of laughter.

"This is real gold, Scott! Real gold," she gasped for air, laughing so hard she was crying.

Scott really wished he was still at work.