Linorra Week Prompt, 8/13: Handcuffs

Summary: Lin and Korra discuss the prospect of using handcuffs for something other than their intended purpose.

Disclaimer: I dashed this off in 30 minutes and I don't own anything.

Pairings: Korra/Lin ("Linorra", "Korralin")

Author's Notes: Linorra Week is happening right as I'm moving cross-country and testing for my Tae Kwon Do third-degree black belt. AUGH.

"No. Absolutely not."

"Come on, Lin, what's the point of dating someone in the police force if we don't..."

"I am not permitted to use handcuffs for any personal purpose. I'm not even supposed to carry them unless I'm on the job. Someone might notice that I'd taken them out, and that would possibly be the worst way for the public to find out about us. Also, knowing the way you tend to squirm, you'd seriously hurt one of your shoulders. End of discussion."

Korra folded her arms, sat down on the corner of Lin's bed, and pouted emphatically. "I'd think you'd be willing to make an exception on order to see me handcuffed to your bed."

Lin raised her eyebrows. "That's certainly a tempting image."

Korra grinned. "So what do you say?"

"The answer is still no."

Korra made a loud noise that could only be described as a whine. "I just want to be handcuffed to your bed while you go to town on me!"

Lin sighed. "My, Korra, that was...unnecessarily vulgar."

"That doesn't make it any less true."

"The age gap between us already feels wide enough without you whining like a child and talking like an adolescent filled with the newfound glee of discussing taboo 'adult' topics," Lin deadpanned, shaking her head.

Korra lay down with her head on one of the pillows, holding on to the bed posts with both hands. "You don't like me whining? How about this?" Korra gripped the bed posts tightly, throwing her head back and moaning. "Ohhh, oh, Lin! Mmm, watch me struggle! Oh, spirits, harder!"

Lin planted her hands on her hips. "You're embarrassing yourself. Also, why handcuffs? Why not any other restraint?"

Korra thought about that. "I guess...because it's really hot that you're a badass police chief?"

"I'm still chief of police even when you aren't handcuffed to my bed," Lin pointed out. "But it still has to be handcuffs, huh?"

Korra shrugged as best as one could while lying down. "It's just...a fantasy I had, I guess? Albeit a really hot fantasy..."

"But whatever...restraint...has to be related to police work."

Korra shifted so she was in a more comfortable position to contemplate. "Hmm. Yeah, okay."

"Well, that should be easy."

Korra's brow furrowed. "Really?"

Lin, who was dressed in a simple pair of cloth trousers and a white tank top, shook her head disapprovingly and left the room. Korra called after her, but Lin didn't respond; she returned in a minute or so, wearing her armored wrist-guards. Korra's eyes widened. "Oh!"

With a few small hand motions, Lin shot one metal cable from her right wrist; it wrapped itself around Korra's upper arm and then one of the bed posts. Korra grinned as Lin began retracting the cable, pulling Korra's arm down to the mattress. "Much more creative than silly handcuffs," Korra whispered.

Lin climbed onto the bed with Korra and kissed her warmly. "And you were complaining."

"Clearly I have to listen to you more," Korra whispered as Lin's hand slipped beneath her shirt.

A/N: I'm late. I know. I don't care. (This came out on my Tumblr on 8/15, btw.)