Prompt: Stef, Lena, handcuffs. ;)

A/N: Mature Content


I can feel beads of sweat forming on my brow and my hands itch to wipe them away. During this late July heat wave, while our kids are away at summer camp, we thought we'd take advantage of the empty house. I'm still not sure how that turned into me being handcuffed to the bed and left here alone.

I know she's coming back, although she didn't say why she was leaving in the first place. But the vulnerability of my current position has my blood pulsing with an undercurrent of adrenaline. My ears strain for sounds of movement but are only met with silence. Blindfolded, I have no way to know how much time passes. I try to count the ticking of the second hand on the clock in the room but lose track. What is probably only minutes feels like an hour before I finally catch the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs. They grow louder as they come down the hall, nearing the bedroom. Although I recognize the sound of her light footfalls, I can't resist the need to confirm what I already know.

"Lena?" I ask, trying to keep the shake of anticipation out of my voice. She doesn't answer. Instead there's a clink like glass on the nightstand to my left and I instinctively turn my head towards it, though I see nothing through the blindfold. The weight of her body shifts the mattress by my hip. I feel the pillow beneath my head depress on the left side and I know she leans over me because I can smell her. The sweetness of her shampoo mixing with the slight musk that is inevitable on these hot summer days. It's familiar and strong and knowing how close she must be to me makes me ache to touch her. I search the air with my lips for any part of her and when I come up empty I throw my head back onto the pillows.

"Lena," I say again. I can hear the desperation in my voice. I know she hears it, too, and I can just imagine the cocky smirk on her face. She loves it when I'm desperate. I feel her brush against the side of my breast; her skin is warm against my ribs. Her hair tickles my shoulder and cheek and her breath is hot when it rushes over my ear.

"Quiet, woman," she whispers, her voice low and husky. I growl my protest and the handcuffs pull at my wrists when my back arches. Knowing how it drives me crazy when she calls me that, she's made it clear she intends to enjoy torturing me.

When she moves away, I suck a hiss between my teeth as her skin peels off of mine, already stuck together in the heat. "Oh! Sorry," Lena apologizes, her voice back to its usual sweet timbre. I smile when I feel her lips press against the spot, immediately followed by her fingers rubbing the pain out because I can't. Even now, even playing this role, she can't help but be kind. It's one of the things I love most about her. "Better?" she asks and I nod my head. I feel the weight on the mattress shift again and then her hands on my ankles. They're surprisingly cool against my skin and I wonder how she's not burning up in the stifling heat. She pushes my legs and I bend my knees at her urging. Her hands press my knees apart and I feel my pulse quicken. It doesn't matter that Lena has seen and explored every inch of my body a thousand times. Being completely at her will, exposed and with no control, gives me an unusual sense of vulnerability. I trust her profoundly in a way I never have anyone before and the anticipation of the unknown excites me.

Lena's hands slide up the tops of my thighs, so lightly I can barely feel it and my skin aches for more contact. Then her hands are gone and I hear the mattress creak quietly as she moves again, her weight settling on either side of me. I feel lost in the darkness, trying to piece together what's happening through my other senses. Her hips are against the insides of my thighs but the rest of her must hover over my body because my nerves tingle as they sense her so close. I can smell her so I search for her again. When I make contact this time, I kiss the skin desperately, unable to tell just what part of her I've found, until she pulls away. She chuckles when I let out a frustrated whimper and I silently curse myself for being so easily undone by her.

I'm confused when she runs a finger over my lower lip and it's cold and wet. The wetness drips down from the corner of my mouth just before Lena kisses me. Her lips are warm and soft and familiar and I drink her in, forgetting my confusion in my sudden thirst. She presses her tongue into my mouth, summoning a groan from my throat as she kisses me even deeper. I'm already panting and my heart is pounding when she pulls away again. "It's so hot in here, babe. I think we need to cool you down," Lena says and her deep tone puts me on edge again. I hear a light tinkling sound on my left but before I can try and decipher what it is, a frigid cold hits the base of my neck and I gasp in surprise. "Shh," Lena soothes me and as I recover from the shock, my skin begins to appreciate the feeling. As she drags it down the middle of my chest, drops run down over my shoulders and I realize that it's ice. She continues to drag it down the center of my body and the feeling of the cold, of the melting, dripping water is overwhelmingly tantalizing. I squirm beneath the sensation, stuck between relief and overstimulation. When the ice reaches my belly, Lena's lips press against my neck in the place she started. She glides her tongue over the spot and it's so deliciously warm. I moan as she sucks on my skin before following her icy trail, warming it back up, making a fire burn beneath my skin.

She shifts and I hear her pick up what I'm now sure is a glass. The clinking of the cubes lets me know more ice is coming and my skin crawls as I wait to feel it. It comes suddenly, freezing against the softest part of my inner thigh. I gasp again as Lena slides the ice slowly up toward my knee. It melts quickly and the water drips down my leg, soaking into the sheet beneath me. Again, she uses her mouth to bring blood back to my skin before repeating it on the other leg. By the time her lips make it to the sensitive line at the highest point of my thigh, my hands are curled into fists above my head. Not seeing, constantly anticipating, it's all starting to overwhelm me. Being entirely under Lena's control is going to drive me mad in the most delicious way. I know she's not going in for the finish this soon but I can't help but feel disappointed when her lips don't continue over to where I so desperately want them. Instead, they leave me all together. There's nothing to hear except my own shallow breathing, nothing to feel but the wet sheet beneath me and the handcuffs at my wrists and the hot air in the room. Lena's waiting for me to grow weak and even though I know it's a game, I give in without so much as a fight, unable to stand the isolation.

"Baby?" I ask, almost pitifully, knowing she won't be able to resist. Lena may love to torture me but she loves being needed more.

"I'm right here," she whispers, sliding her body up the length of mine, rewarding me with a searing kiss. The weight of her on top of me offers relief, pulling me back from the edge of madness. I kiss her back with abandon, taking the chance to reciprocate while I have it. I nip at her lips, then soothe them with my tongue. An arrogant smile creeps onto my face and into our kiss when she moans into my lips. God, I love it when she moans. I love it when she moans because of me. There is nothing in the world sexier than knowing Lena desires me. She's so far out of my league; it still baffles me that she wants me at all.

Too soon she abandons me. Her mouth moves down along my jawline and when I realize where she's headed, it's my turn to moan before she even gets there. She pulls my earlobe into her mouth, suckling it gently. Lena knows how much I love this and she milks it, running her tongue along the edge, pulling with her teeth. The sensation shoots heat down through my spine and my hips push up against her involuntarily. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning again, unwilling to give her so much satisfaction. She already has me completely at her will. I'm determined not to give up everything so easily. She kisses her way down my neck and chest and I'm sure she can feel my heart beating. I want her so badly even my bones ache for her. When she only lingers briefly at my breasts before moving on, I know she's ready, too, and as incredible as the buildup has been, I can't help but feel the flooding of relief. Her arms wrap around my legs and her hands slide down the insides of my thighs before pulling them wider. I feel her right arm leave my leg and then I hear the sound of the ice again and try to brace myself for it. The shock still makes me inhale sharply. At first I think it's actually ice but it's not. It's Lena's tongue licking up the length of me. The contrast between her ice cold tongue and her hot breath washing over me is exquisite and I feel my head press into the pillows as my back arches. When the cold refreshes, this time I'm sure it's ice. I suck air between my teeth, squirming as Lena runs it along my outer lips and it melts, dripping down over me. She follows the path with her lips, pressing warm kisses to my cold skin. The constant change makes it hard for me to focus and though my whole body is pulsing with arousal, I've got a long way to go. Cold meets my skin again. Lena presses her fingers to my clit, rubbing slow, icy circles that make a dull ache crawl up my bones. I press down into her hand as her fingertips start to grow warm. As she continues her steady pace, a delightful tingle tugs at my nerves and my hips begin to rock in time with her. I can feel the tingle spreading up into my body, making my head spin as I finally edge closer to release. My breathing starts to grow loud and with an empty house I don't have to focus on staying quiet. Lena replaces her fingers with her mouth, the change slowing me down. I groan when she sucks gently. She flicks the tip of her tongue over my clit a few times, sending shock waves with each one, before letting it slide from her mouth. Spreading out her focus, Lena sucks and licks at my lips. By now I'm desperate and wet, completely at her mercy, and Lena enjoys herself, entirely at my expense.

"Lena," I growl, unable to take the teasing any longer. I hear her chuckle softly and she knows she's won; she is in complete control now and forever. After a few lingering kisses, just to make me wait, she presses her fingers into me and my breath hitches in my throat, the muscles in my legs flexing at the shock. They're frigid and I whimper as my inner muscles clamp down around them. "Fuck," I exhale, decompressing while Lena starts to pump her fingers.

"I am," she mutters smugly as her mouth settles back over my clit. She presses her tongue beneath my hood, rubbing firmly, finally finished teasing. She works me fast and hard, the fingertips of her left hand digging into my thigh as she pulls my legs wider. Heat burns through me. My hips grind down against her and my arms flex as my empty hands grasp at nothing while she builds me up again. I'm panting and moaning and teetering on the edge. When she curls her fingers forward, I come hard and all at once, as if my body was waiting for her to beckon me. I'm only half aware of her moving over me and my eyes are still closed when she pulls off the blindfold and releases me from the handcuffs. When I finally open my eyes, squinting after being in the dark so long, Lena takes up the entirety of my vision. She's breathtaking with the afternoon sunlight falling over her body. My hands can't resist her for a second and I pull her down on top of me, wrapping my arms around her waist before kissing her proud, smiling mouth.

As I kiss her slowly, I drag my fingertips lightly up the sides of her hips, making her giggle. She starts to squirm when I reach her waist and finally pulls back laughing when I dance them over her ribs. "Stef!" she shrieks through laughter. When she tries to wriggle away, I wrap my arm around her, still tickling her with my other hand. "Don't make me handcuff you again!"

"Oh yeah?" Her threat is empty but I roll her over so she's beneath me, pinning her hands above her head. "I'd like to see you try," I laugh before covering her mouth with my own.