The 4 boxes.

Disclaimer-I'm not sure who relic hunter belongs to, but I'm damn sure it's not me! The whole pin idea was taken from an episode of Due South; I think it was called 'all the queens horses' but I don't own it.

Summary-4 boxes affect Sydney and Nigel's behaviour.

PG/PG-13

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Author's notes- This is my first Relic Hunter Fanfic, I love the show, but had difficulty finding much fanfiction, so I decided to add my own. This will be a Sydney/Nigel story.

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The door slammed, and they both lay still for a while, hoping it was all just a strange nightmare. The room seemed a lot warmer that it had been before, and although the room had been stifling with awkwardness before, now it was with embarrassment.

"We'll going to have to call for help." This idea didn't seem the very appealing.

"And have to face the look on the persons face? I'd die of embarrassment on the spot; it's just a blessing that the room service has already been in. It'd be awful, they'd be bound to call in someone else, and then they'd be whispering and giggling, and we haven't got a key, so they'd have to call in the fire brigade, and then there would be that knowing smirk on the men's faces. Forget it; I'd rather stay here permanently." Nigel was babbling, slightly panicked.

Sydney had to admit, it would be an awful situation to be in, but no worse than being chained to the bed indefinitely.

"This isn't important anyway." She added uncomfortably, the room seemed to be getting hotter "we should be worrying about the next box, we wont find it without the clues. It's a blessing we haven't been affected. Do you feel any different?" Their speech was quick and babbled, as though they were forcing the words out.

"Not important? What do you mean not important? We're handcuffed to a bed! How is that not important?!"

"Calm down! We need to get undone; I don't suppose you have a key?" He gave her look that said all to clearly 'of course I have a key, I'll just take the handcuff keys that I carry round at all time out of my pocket shall I ?OF COURSE I HAVEN'T GOT A KEY!' "Okay stupid question. Any better ideas?"

"Are you wearing a hairpin in your hair?" The question came out of the blue, she frowned.

"Yeah, why?"

"We can use it to pick the lock." She grinned at this good idea, carefully as possible she angled herself so she could reach the pin with her hands, to do this she had to balance on one knee, without the assistance of her arms. She managed to grip the pin in one hand, but just as she got hold of it, she slipped and fell back down, dropping the pin down the back of the bed.

"DAMN! I was so close!" She laid back down in defeat, feeling uncomfortable because of the heat, and her position. Nigel moved as if to comfort her, but couldn't do much because of his lack of hands. Still she found his closeness comforting, although it just made her feel warmer.

She had no idea it could get so hot in Venice, it hadn't been this hot earlier she was sure. The heat was making her more aware of every movement that either she or Nigel made, and her breathing was fast and heavy. It actually wasn't that unpleasant, if she'd had the full movement of arms she'd be quite happy to stay here with Nigel all day.

"Have you got any more pins?" His voice was sleepy and relaxed too, almost a purr, as though he was only asking because he had too. She sighed contentedly; she could listen to that voice all day.

"Yeah." It was more a sigh, Nigel bit back a groan. It was as if he was seeing everything through a haze. The heat and smell of her perfume mingled and made him want to kiss her. He moaned slightly as she smiled at him, he had an urge to look behind him to check it was really him she was smiling at. He realised he was supposed to say something.

"Err, can you reach it?" Her eyes were half closed, and she forced herself to shake her head, no.

His eyes settled on her neck, which was exposed due to her awkward position. He found himself drawn to it, unable to look away.

"You'll have to get it." She gulped; his eyes were on her, staring at her neck. She groaned out loud, as she imagined him trailing kisses down it. He was still very close to her, but their bodies weren't touching.

"How?" He tried to think clearly, forcing all Sydney related thoughts out of his mind. It was a lot harder than it was normally, but then normally he wasn't handcuffed to a bed right next to her.

"Your teeth?" She also tried to keep her lusty thoughts out of it, failing, but at least trying.

"Okay" He whispered, trying to keep his body under control at this thought. To reach the second pin he'd pretty much have to climb on top of her.

As if in slow motion he did this, careful not to brush against any important parts. Delicately he reached over to behind her ear, searching for the pin. Her breathing was heavier now then ever. After ten seconds of searching, he found the pin, and then gripped it with his teeth, lifting it up, while being careful not to pull her glossy hair.

He moved away from her as gently as possible, which was difficult when he was still tied to the bed. Accidentally his knee brushed over her thigh, causing her to groan a lot louder than she'd thought she had. He jumped in surprise, worried that he'd hurt her. In the shock the pin slipped from his mouth, landing in the hollow of her breasts. They both froze; realising what had happened.

"It's okay" she mumbled happily.

Softly as possible he reached down to where the pin was. His closed his eyes at the sensation of her heartbeat, which seemed to be beating so fast it was humming. Purposely he missed the pin, kissing just below it, the repeating the process above it. She groaned and then ground her hips into his. He gasped in surprise, trying to control himself.

Grasping the pin, he moved up to her mouth, their lips brushing as she took hold of the pin with her own mouth. Rolling off her, he collapsed next to her, breathing heavily.

Determined to be free again, she passed the pin into her hands. A few seconds later there was a gentle click as her hands became free. Once she had the use of her hands back she moved over to Nigel, who squirmed as she unlocked him.

Once they were both free, they collapsed into each others arms with relief, there heads close together. Tenderly he started running his fingers up and down her arm, and she groaned into his shoulder.

As one they opened there eyes and moved their head closer together, their lips brushed past each other. Closing their eyes again, the sweet kiss deepened and became more passionate.

Twenty miles away, in the thieves' bag, the second box of Gustopher started to glow.

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Sorry about that, I'm really bad at writing romance scenes, after all I'm not really old enough. Anyway, if any-one wants to write an R or a NC-17 version of this chapter (Or what happens next), that'd be great, just tell me about it first!

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