Sorry again that it's been so long since an update! The reason that it's been a while is that I posted a new Michael/Amanda fic a couple weeks ago (it already has two chapters if you want to check it out!). However, I'm trying to still update this one just as much! This chapter is based off of some dialogue that Michael says after he takes off Amanda's handcuffs in the side mission where she gets caught shoplifting ("Let me get the keys to those cuffs...You remember these don't you? From the old days, when you used to do the girl cop routine?") and it explores how they had some fun with it. As always, enjoy!
"'Manda...I neeed a ride," Michael managed to say around the heaviness of his tongue. He leaned heavily against the brick wall of the bar for support, the payphone cradled in between his ear and shoulder.
She laughed on the other end of the line. "Trevor got you too drunk again?"
"Yess…" he slurred dumbly, his short breaths turning into frost in the bitter night air. "Can you please come get me?"
"You're lucky I just got home. I'll be right there. You think you can stay out of trouble for five minutes?" Amanda asked teasingly.
"I...I think so. Thanks, Mandy…" he breathed out before weakly hanging up the phone and shutting his eyes, trying to push back the inevitable headache that he'd have.
As if on cue, Trevor sauntered up, high on God only knew what at this point of the night, and frowned at him. "Leavin' so early, M?"
Michael groaned and put his face in his hands. "It's fuckin' three in the morning, T...I woulda gone home earlier if Amanda hadn't just gotten off…"
"Ohh, I didn't know your girl was working tonight! We could've visited her!" Trevor grinned hungrily. "What do you think her routine was tonight? That snake thing again? Or maybe she was a sexy-"
His mocking guess was cut off when Amanda pulled up, causing both of the boys' jaws to drop. She was dressed as a cop tonight, the irony of which was not lost on his drunken mind. Her already short top was half unbuttoned with a faux police badge gleaming against her chest. A fake nightstick and pair of handcuffs dangled from the belt of the shorts that clung to her in all of the right places.
A strangled, involuntary whimper of longing came from Michael's lips at the sight. She just smiled flirtatiously at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Hey, babe. Have fun tonight?"
Michael managed to shut his mouth before he started catching flies. "Uhm, yeah…" he stuttered before walking towards her car, with only a soft "Cya later, T" to the still stunned Trevor.
He sighed as soon as he got into the car, immediately resting his head against the cool glass of the window with a hum of contentment. Still, his eyes couldn't help but wander over to her, at that outfit. "That's new…" he muttered.
Amanda's eyes twinkled in the darkness of the car. "I was trying out a new routine. You like it?"
"Well, yeah," he said, as if the answer wasn't obvious enough. "Fuckin' ironic, but I like it."
"Maybe I'll show it off to you one night," she said vaguely, her gaze focused on the road ahead. "When you're up to it, of course."
"Hey, I'm up to it right now," he protested weakly, earning a small laugh from her.
She shook her head. "Oh, hon, no you aren't. Trust me."
"The hell is that supposed to mean…?" Michael asked, too wasted to try and figure out what she meant.
"You'll find out. Soon, darling," she promised with a devious grin.
"Fine." With a sigh of defeat, Michael went back to looking out of the window until she dropped him off at home.
A couple of nights later, Michael had completely forgotten about that conversation and was watching a movie while waiting for her to visit him after work. Midway through the movie and his second beer, the doorbell rang. He practically jumped out of his chair in his excitement to see her.
He opened the door hastily, happy to see her. "Amanda, hi-" he started, his greeting quickly cut short when he got a good look at her.
She was wearing that same damn outfit. Confidence radiated from her, almost as strong as the scent of the perfume she wore, and just as intoxicating. Amanda leaned against the doorframe, looking up at him through thick, heavily made up eyelashes, and smiled at him with red lips. "You gonna let me in, Townley?"
He just wordlessly stepped aside, allowing her to step inside. "I gotta say, Mandy: if all the cops looked as good as you, my ass would've stayed in prison," he flirted, looking up and down at the short, tight police uniform.
"Aw, thanks, darling," she said with a playful smile. "So...I was thinking about the other day and I know how much you liked this outfit, and I got an idea of something we could do…"
"Something criminal?" he teased, playing with the handcuffs dangling from her waist.
"Criminally fun," she replied vaguely in a low voice.
He raised his eyebrows curiously. "Alright, babe, you have my interest. What is it?"
Her eyes wandered back down to the handcuffs. "Well…"
"Is this okay?" she said softly, her fingers lightly traveling over the sensitive skin of his wrists as she affixed the handcuffs to the bedpost. "The, um, tightness?"
Michael just nodded silently because he couldn't bring himself to speak between the way her gentle fingers were sending his feelings into overdrive and the humiliation that came with being tied shirtless to his own bed by his girlfriend. The cuffs pinched into his skin every time he moved, but he didn't care. If anything, he kind of liked it, as much as he hated to admit it.
"Good…" she murmured as she finished adjusting them. "You ready?"
Again, he nodded. "Yeah," he finally managed.
"Alright…" Amanda said before sitting up and positioning herself on top of his lap. Her face suddenly grew deadly serious as she leaned closer to him, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. "You've been a very bad boy, Mr. Townley," she drawled out in the same put-upon voice that she used at the club. "And now you're in trouble."
He just smirked up at her. It had been her idea to use the handcuffs; it had been his to go full-on cop vs. prisoner. "Oh, yeah?" he asked teasingly. "What kind?"
Her hands trailed down his chest and ran over his abs, causing him to struggle against the restraints a little bit at the contact. "The kind where you do and say whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you. Understood?"
"Yeah-" he started to get out before she tugged at his hand, causing the cuffs to dig deeper into his skin and his breath to hitch in slight pain.
"I didn't tell you to say anything," she scolded him, frowning. Through the dim light of his bedroom, he could see her blue eyes glinting in barely concealed amusement. He just set his jaw in slight annoyance at that, not fully willing to engage in her power trip quite yet.
"Hit a nerve there a little bit, huh, darling? That's okay…" she smirked. One of her hands started to travel down his stomach and slowly, painfully against his inner thigh before coming to a rest on his knee. He had to bite back a whimper at that teasing hand, so far from where he needed it the most.
Michael could only manage a half-hearted glare at her. "Oh, come on, Amanda-" he started complaining before her hand reached up lightning-fast and struck him across the face. It wasn't until the stinging pain had settled in that he realized what had just happened. Did she just...slap me? he thought hazily. It didn't hurt as much as it surprised him, but it did one thing for sure: it shut him up.
"Don't be a prick," she snapped, pointer finger in his face, and for a moment he wondered if she was genuinely pissed at him or just putting on a show. Either way, she was damn good at it. Before he could decide, she leaned down and put her lips to his ear. "You know what we agreed to," she whispered before hesitating a second and saying, "You can talk now if you want."
He just bit his tongue for a second before he said anything he'd regret. "Okay, Officer Krystal,"he managed to spit out, venom dripping from his voice as he said her stripper name. "Do your worst."
She laughed at that, and he immediately regretted saying it. "Oh, I will." Her hand quickly returned to his knee, earning a defeated sigh from him. Just as quickly as it was there, her fingers were gone, brushing mercilessly against the zipper of his jeans. He kept silent for once, but still tugged against the handcuffs nonetheless, making a small smile spread across her face.
For the first time since they'd started, Amanda met his eyes, the gentleness of them betraying her cocky smirk. Through the dim light of the room, he could see the pinkness of her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and it made him feel good that she was just as excited as he was. The brief moment of triumph he felt at that look was swiftly cut short when she unzipped his pants and started tugging them off his legs.
He could feel his cheeks turn bright red as his hips started moving against hers, as if on their own accord. "Don't squirm," she demanded, forcefully pushing him flat against the mattress, and finally managing to get his pants off. The whine that he'd been suppressing finally escaped his lips, and he immediately disobeyed her and struggled even harder, the handcuffs rattling against the bedpost louder.
Her giggle quickly sounded through the air at his desperation, and he was acutely aware that she was nowhere near being done with him. It was karma, he supposed, for all the teasing he did to her. She was probably enjoying the opportunity to make him the begging, sweaty mess for once.
Just as she'd tossed his pants aside, she started working his boxers off of him. It was significantly quicker this time because he was way too far gone to even fight against the restraints anymore. Michael let out an audible sigh of relief when she finished taking them off. He desperately wanted her to get it over with, to just finish him off already. A mantra repeated in his mind, one that he wasn't allowed to say, one word dominating his thoughts: please.
Amanda, watchful as always, picked up on that and laughed. "I'm not done with you yet, Mr. Townley," she said as she playfully pushed him back down on the bed. Her fingers finally touched him, trailing up and down the length of him for a moment, much to his pleasure, before abruptly pulling away.
"Amanda-" he whimpered before she put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"Relax," she said softly, breaking character for just a second before sitting up. Her eyes stared directly into his, filled with admiration and anticipation, as she slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. He couldn't help but let a small smirk cross his face when she took her shirt off, revealing blue (his favorite color, he noted) lingerie beneath it. She noticed his satisfaction and started stripping for him even more slowly, making him glare at her in annoyance.
By the time that she was in nothing but her underwear, he was seriously contemplating begging. He had just opened his mouth to say something before she interrupted him.
"I have one more thing I need you to do for me, troublemaker," she said in a low voice, leaning closer to him.
"And what's that, officer?" he finally managed to ask, his voice returning to its usual confidence and composure. He looked up at her, eyebrows raised, begging for a challenge.
Her request-or command, more like-was simple: "Kiss me."
He happily obliged, awkwardly leaning forwards as best he could without tugging against the handcuffs. It was, without a doubt, one of the best kisses of his life, full of passion and excitement and want. They went on like that for a while until she, without skipping a beat, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the keys to the handcuffs, finally releasing him from the restraints.
Michael didn't even take a second to get the blood flowing back to his wrists or catch his breath before he flipped on top of her with a renewed energy. She was just about to make a smart comment about it, but was interrupted by his lips finding the side of her neck, earning a small moan from her.
"Glad I could get you so excited, darling," Amanda finally managed to breathe out.
His only response to that was to kiss her harder and tug her underwear off of her. He paused for just a second afterwards, catching his breath briefly and looking down at her in admiration. That moment was fleeting, as, for the first time in the day, he slowed down, if only to move himself inside of her.
If there was one thing that the experience had done for him, it was motivate him. Not once did his pace falter or did he have to stop to catch his breath; he was only focused on making his girlfriend happy.
And that he did. For once, he didn't try to tease her like he normally did after experiencing it himself. Before long, she was moaning his name as he made her climax. Even after he'd finished and collapsed next to her, she was still trying to catch her breath. "Holy shit…" Amanda panted out. "That was…"
"Amazing?" he smiled weakly as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, earning a silent nod from her.
It wasn't until they had cuddled for a few minutes and that she had caught her breath that she became aware of the mess they'd made. "Ugh…" she sighed in annoyance before starting to get up. "I'll be right back."
"Mandy, wait-" Michael started to protest, knowing full well why she was irritated with him, before she lightly shook him off and got up regardless.
"If I get pregnant, it's your fault, Townley!" she called out as she went into his bathroom.
"You're on the pill, it's fine!" he replied dismissively before adding, "Ha, could you imagine that, babe? Us as parents?"
Amanda appeared back in the doorway, cleaned up with her messy hair tied back into a ponytail and wearing one of his t-shirts. "That would be a disaster, darling," she laughed as she tossed him the damp washcloth in her hands. "Catch."
He barely managed to catch it, fumbling with it in his hands for a second before he gratefully cleaned himself off and tossed it aside after he was done. She got back in bed with him after he was done and couldn't help but cringe slightly at his appearance, at the angry red marks around his wrists and the faint pink handprint on his face. "Sorry I was a little rough on you…" she apologized softly, pressing a kiss to the cheek where she'd slapped him.
Michael just shrugged. "Don't be. I probably deserved it…"
She looked at him suspiciously for a moment before a realization came over her. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"A bit," he said gruffly.
"You did!" she said excitedly, blue eyes twinkling with happiness and triumph. "I know you won't admit it, because that's the type of guy you are, but you lovedit, Michael."
"Well...it wasn't the worst sex I've ever had…" he conceded hesitantly, trying (and failing) to stay indifferent as ever.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked flirtatiously, moving closer so that their lips were almost touching. "And what was the best sex you've ever had?"
He pressed a light, chaste kiss to her lips before finally admitting, "...The sex we just had."