Hey guys. Amazing reviews, I smiled like an idiot for a while. Any-who, here is another chapter. My bestie is feeling sick right now so she's going to bed early, and I get to type. Her hotel party was a success and she was stunned to see that I came, she was staring at me in the doorway blankly glancing at me before saying, "I thought you said you couldn't come." Freaking priceless. Okay enough about me, enjoy and like the last time, thank yous below.

PS: Sorry about not posting last night, I fell to sleep at like eleven.

Cool air blew across the water, running against Mitchie and I. At the moment she was laying in my arms with her eyes closed, her back to my chest and my arms wrapped around her. The cliff gave off the best view of the falling moon. It was late and I knew it, but I didn't mind it. Every time Mitchie moved an inch or so, her brown dress would get caught by the breeze, sliding up her leg more then the last time.

"Mitch." I whispered, my lips brushing against the girl's dark locks.

"Hum." She shifted, causing the cool air to cover my body before she tried to snuggle tighter.

"We should get back. Its extremely late."

"Um-um." I felt her head move against me as she disagreed. I sighed, running my fingers against her arms.

"But we have to. It'll be morning soon, and I'm tired."

"Not yet." She sighed, as I placed my chin on top of her head.

"Mitch, you're falling to sleep and I have to drive. It's an hour drive, I'll die by morning."

"Lexi, please…" her voice shook as I cupped her mouth, her body pressing into me more.

"Mitch, why do you want to stay out here? We didn't come prepared."

"Shush," She mumbled under my fingers.

"Why do you always shush me?" I could hear my voice breaking. Goosebumps trailed my arm as Mitchie sat up, turning into me as her eyes lazily opened.

"Fine. Lets go."

"This isn't fair you know. I have to drive for thirty minutes to an hour and you're going to sleep the entire way."

"True." Mitchie slowly stood as I did the same. She stumbled into me once we both faced the direction of the car.

"You act as if we were drinking or something."

"I feel like it."

I cupped my girlfriend's hand, holding her as best as I could while she rocked from side to side as we walked towards the truck. I could feel my legs trying to give way. Once we were sure everything was in the car, I let Mitchie crawl in from my side before I followed her.

"I'm gonna' be sick in the morning." I loudly say.

"No, you wont. We can stay at my place tonight since its closer."

"Mitchie, its still a long drive, while I feel like passing out."

"I'm sorry." I began the car as her warm fingers cupped mine. "Really I am."

"Yeah well." I quickly reached into the glove compartment, pulling a pair of silver handcuffs from its holding place and grabbing Mitchie's left arm. "Until we get to your house, no touching." The girl didn't protest, I doubt she had energy in her to do so. I moved both her arms together, handcuffing her to the door. Her body was facing away from me a bit but Mitchie didn't mind, her eyes were already closed. I shook my head, pulling my seatbelt on after strapping the girl in, and pulling out from where I was. The drive home felt endless. One street sign looked like another, as well as the houses. I was amazing at keeping myself awake while the window was open, but in the distance the sun slowly rose, reminding me of a sunset more or less then a sunrise. I yawned, stretching my fingers over the steering wheel as Mitchie shifted. She hadn't moved once since I handcuffed her to the passenger door.

"This is priceless." I giggled, before stopping at a red-light. Another car pulled on the side of us, a police car, as the woman and man inside looked over at me. I tensed up. Usually I'd look away, but I awoke more when I realized if they pulled me over and Mitchie was handcuffed, it wouldn't end well. I mean, even at this moment I felt like I was committing some type of crime. Once the light changed I refaced the road and left where I was, hoping they wouldn't follow, which they didn't. After a few breathing exercises and five blocks later, we arrived at Mitchie's place. I couldn't see her mom's car anywhere and I doubt Mitchie had the keys.

"Mitch, wake up." I parked the car, running my fingers against the girl's cheek as she whined. "Mitch, do you have a key to your house?" I reached over, unlocking the girl before placing the cuffs against one of the loops in my pants. "Mitch."

"Hum."

"Key, do you have one?"

"Huh?"

"Mitchie." I pulled the girl up, making her face me as her eyes slowly opened. "Do you have a key to your house?"

"I've always had a key."

"I…do you have it with you? Of course you don't." I sat against the seat letting the girl go as she faced her house.

"There's one in my dad's fake rocks, remember." Her fingers shook over the hook on the door as she opened it, and soon I followed. I didn't waste any time opening the house door as Mitchie happily strolled over and spread herself out on the couch.

"Wow." I locked the door, laying on the smaller sofa across from the girl. "Night Mitch." I was too tired to drag us to her room.

"Morning." She waved before snuggling against a pillow.

"That's one lucky ass pillow." My words barley came out clearly as I yawned. My eyes slowly closed, and the couch seemed as if it was a girls best friend, for the moment.

…

"Lex, wake up." I heard Mitchie, but why was she shaking me? "LEX!"

"Stop yelling." I mumbled, waving the girl away blindly.

"Get up." I was barley listening to her, not because I wanted to block her out, but my mind just wasn't fully awake yet.

"Alex." I felt the girl shove me once more before I felt the edge of the couch become closer and closer. I usually fell against something hard, mainly the floor, when Mitchie was with me. I opened my eyes as she tugged on my arm for me to stand.

"What?"

"Look." I saw her raise her arms up to me, exposing her wrists, as I held myself back from giggling. "You think this is funny?"

"Um, you woke me up because of three small red lines?"

"You're lucky I was half asleep last night or I would of killed you for doing this."

"You were touching me and I had to drive home…at.." I faced the clock. "Nu-uh I'm going back to sleep."

The wall clock above her dad's favorite chair read ten o'clock, we just got in at five forty, just a bit after sunrise.

"Why are you so awake?" I asked, laying back down as Mitchie crawled on top of me.

"I don't know. Maybe because for a few hours I was asleep on the cliff."

"Yeah, well I wasn't." I lifted my arm across my eyes as Mitchie leaned into me.

"I'm sorry."

"Good. Now let me sleep."

"I can't. I don't know where my parents are. It doesn't look like they came home after the show yesterday."

"Mitch, they're adults, I'm a kid, let me sleep."

"Alex."

I opened my eyes, spotting the girl inches from my face as I lifted my hands up to grip her wrists.

"Let me sleep Mitchie. Bother me later, I'm sure they're coming home soon, or maybe they called. Just check your phone and let me sleep."

"But…"

"Let..," I ran my lips over hers, using the last energy I truly had in me to deny her any protest. "Me," I kissed her again, pulling back to stare into her eyes, "sleep, kay?" Once I felt her arms turn limp in my grip I knew she would back down. I released her, closing my eyes as she crawled away from me.

"Fine." She mumbled, leaving the room I suppose, since I heard her steps grow distant. It was hard for me to get back to sleep, one, because of the sunlight shining in my face, two, because the house was eerily quiet, and three, because the cool steel cuffs I attached to my pants earlier, were pressed against my stomach. I sat up, gazing around the room before sighing, leaning over the couch to scan the place for Mitchie. My ears became tuned with the tick, tick, ticking of the clock a few feet away. I whined in my head, wishing I could fall back to sleep, before I made my way into the kitchen. Mitchie was no where inside, so I made it into the dining room, and still, nothing.

"Mitch, where are you?" I made it up the stairs, not remembering hearing her go up any, but who knows. I could clearly see a figure moving against the wall from her room. "Mitch, I can't sleep now." She faced me, her phone in her hand before she giggled.

"Sorry."

"Sure you are. You wanted me to stay awake with you." I hopped in her bed, the sheets welcoming me happily.

"I do…take those off." I followed Mitchie's fingers.

"Take what off, my pants?"

"No you pervert. Those handcuffs." She made it over to me, I was still on my back barley watching her.

"Hey, these are for later."

"Yeah, and if my mom sees you with those she's going to freak out. Then she'll wonder, hey gee, what DOES my daughter get into with her girlfriend."

"Exactly, girlfriend."

"Yeah, explain handcuffs to my mom." Mitchie reached for the cuffs but I turned to lay on them.

"Mitch, leave me alone."

"Alex take them off."

"No, I want my pants on." I jokingly told her as she crawled on top of me. I was laying on my stomach, while she laid against me, breathing against my neck.

"Alex, stop, I'm serious, give me those."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Mitchie, leave me alone." I closed my eyes, trying to cut the girl off as she slid her arms down and against my sides, holding my waist.

"I'm serious…wait you cuffed me already, so you can't cuff me again." I heard Mitchie happily say into my ear.

"Mitch, seriously, that wasn't…"

"Nope, you cuffed me already."

"Listen, you're adding pressure to a place where I'd rather not think about right now. Its too early to argue with you, or force you down, so stop it."

"Force me down? Its too early to get kinky." I felt Mitchie's fingers run along the rim of my pants, she was still trying to get the cuffs.

"Mitch." I tried to sit up as she held onto me.

"Alex, please give them to me."

"Get off, its too early."

"Alex." I could hear a small strain in Mitchie's voice, so I began pushing myself up, causing her to fall back. I rose my fingers as I faced her and she sat up.

"Mitchie, stop it. I still have the right to handcuff you, that was the deal."

"No it wasn't, you.."

"Shush. Your bed is actually soft enough for me to sleep." I laid back down, un-cuffing the object against my waist and sliding it under the pillow I was on. I was now on my side, as Mitchie laid next to me.

"Huh." I watched as she crossed her arms.

"What is it now?" I asked, her eyes burning into mine.

"You tell me."

"Uh Mitch, I'm too tired to think." I closed my eyes, my face burying into the pillow more. Her fingers came against my arm, trailing up and down my skin.

"Alex…" Mitchie whispered.

"I'm going to die without sleep."

"A-le-ex," Mitchie's voice hummed in my ear as I reopened my eyes.

"What? What is it?" I faced her. My words were soon cut off by Mitchie's lips pressing into mine. My mind could barley process what had just happened before she crawled into me, her fingers holding my cheeks as I tried taking a deep breath. I didn't expect that this is what she was bugging me about. Without pulling completely away, I came just a short distance from Mitchie's nose, breathing harshly as I tried letting my brain catch up with the words that had to be processed for me to say.

"Now?" I asked, my eyes still heavy as Mitchie nodded, her lips coming into mine again. Its not like I could complain about her sudden urge to frisk me, but why did I have to be so tired? She moved her hands back, her fingers sliding off my face and onto my arms. I let her forcefully push me onto my back as she climbed above me. Mornings were never meant to be like this, so what in the hell happened to make this one any different? I did my best to catch Mitchie's fingers, pushing her back a few times before she actually sat still to stare at me, straddling my waist.

"What?" She asked, gasping for air.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Does it matter?"

"For you, yes." I felt her pull her arms away from me.

"Alex, not now." She came back into me, her lips pushing against mine harder then the last time. Its not like I was refusing, but this just didn't seem like Mitchie. I could feel her body against mine, the way she moved caused my heart to race.

"Mitch…" My words were barley noticeable between the kiss we shared. The sun began burning my face as my body temperature rose. I held Mitchie's waist, pushing her up slowly as I did my best to sit up. I pushed us apart gently as Mitchie moved her hair across her face.

"Just..slow down." My brain was finally caught up with my body. I could feel the tingling pulses running up and down my leg. I didn't say another word as I reached behind me, the pillow I was previously laying on knocked against my fingers. Mitchie's eyes were lustful, her needy breaths causing my heart to jump. I felt the cool steel between my fingers as I lifted them, exposing the cuffs to the girl.

"No." I heard her as she shook her head.

"A deal's a deal. You lost." I twirled the cuffs between my fingers as Mitchie frowned.

"Alex, I'm really scared of getting held down to anything, and you know that."

"Trust me, you'll be fine."

"Alex," Mitchie's eyes went from lustful to worried within seconds.

"I promise you, I won't let you freak out. And…if you can't handle it. I'll un-cuff you. I promise." I could hear my heart almost beating to every breath I took as Mitchie's eyes studied my face. She was standing on her knees against the sheets as I sat in front of her.

"I don't know." Her eyes fell onto the cuffs in my hand as I lowered them onto the bed.

"Tell you what. Although this is against what we agreed on. I'll let you handcuff me."

"You will?" A smile grew.

"After, I handcuff you." The same worried look grazed her face. I rose myself to Mitchie's level, bringing my hands to hers before sliding the handcuffs over to her. She hesitated to even reach for them. Her now worried eyes brought me to reach for Mitchie's hand, running my fingers across hers before handing her the steel cuffs.

"I've got all day, or as much time before your parents get home." I watched as Mitchie looked back up at me.

"I'll let you handcuff one of my hands."

"That's no fun."

"Alex, I can't…"

"Okay, calm down." I could finally hear the small amount of panic rise in Mitchie's voice, before I agreed with her. I winked, before taking the handcuffs and hopping off the bed. I let my eyes scan the room slowly trying to pick the best, handcuffing spot. I was actually enjoying the idea of Mitchie being tied down, with me as the only person that could un-cuff her. I didn't see anything fun, so I decided to stick with Mitchie's white finished, steel framed bed.

"Come on." I tapped the top of the bed as Mitchie tilted her head.

"Come on what?"

"Mitch, come up here." I clicked one end of the cuffs onto the third bar of the bed as Mitchie shook her head.

"Okay, I'm freaking out again, I can't do this."

"Mitch, you've got this sexual tension running through me, you're doing this. Come on, its just one arm."

"I don't know." I watched as she sat on her legs, staring at the cuffs instead of me. I released the steel in my hand, the object clicking against the frame. I made it over next to Mitchie, I was on the floor as she faced me, still on the bed.

"I don't want to do it, I'm really freaking out." Her hand was indeed shaking as I pulled her into me, wrapping my fingers gently around her waist.

"What's the difference between earlier this morning and now?"

"I was half asleep."

I ran my fingers through Mitchie's, giving her time to calm down, but her eyes were still focused on the bed frame.

"I'm not going to force you to do this. But I'm going to hold this over your head forever."

She faced me, her expression unchanged.

"I was kidding."

"If I want you to stop, will you?" Her voice cracked as I nodded.

"Of course."

"Alex, I mean it, let me go if I tell you to."

"I promise." I nodded as she released my fingers and slowly crawled towards the head of the bed. I followed her, still standing on the floor as she sat with her back pressed against the frame. I gripped the cuffs once more, holding Mitchie's right arm before clicking the last side open. Her eyes stayed on me as the steel ran against her arm.

"You still have the key right?" she asked.

"What key?"

"Alex!" Mitchie inched up, not going anywhere as I giggled.

"Mitch, I'm kidding. There's no key, I can just click that little thing right there…. Shall we dabble in a safe word?"

"Why?" Her eyebrow rose.

"Well sometimes you tell me to stop and you don't really mean it. So…we should make a safe word."

"Fine." She agreed, nodding before I crawled onto the bed in front of her.

"You can make the word."

Mitchie nodded, looking around the room before saying, "dolphin."

"Dolphin?" I giggled. "Yeah, that's a turnoff word." I nodded as she lightly kicked me. It was something about the way Mitchie was laying that had my mind racing, the thoughts were rapidly popping into my head one after another. I faced the room door, as it sat wide open before I climbed over to close it. Mitchie was still in her brown dress from the concert and the fact that every moment of her on stage was vivid to me, it reminded me of when we were in L.A. and she performed for the few fans of CR.

"Mitch, sing something." I urged her on as she shook her hand that was cuffed. The object clicked against the bed frame over and over again.

"Sing? Why?" She was staring at me as I sat directly in front of her. She had her knees close to her chest as her eyebrow rose.

"Just…sing."

"Why is that a turn on?"

"Stop asking questions," I slid my fingers up her leg starting from her ankle as she tensed up.

"Okay." I could see her thinking of something to sing, her lose hand, tugging on her dress to stay up, but the way she was sitting made it slide down, over and over again. I patiently waited for a song, my heart tapping gently against my chest. Mitchie's brown eyes locked on mine, as a smile played across her face. She slid her legs down, pushing herself back against the frame to sit up straight. Mitchie began humming a beat and soon her words followed.

"My state of mind, has finally got the best of me, I need you next to me. I'll try to find, a way that I can get next to you, just want to get to you," her voice lingered in the air after every word. I hovered over Mitchie, her eyes still connecting with mine as I slid my fingers up to her cheeks. Her hair ran across my fingers as I kissed her. I was tired not too long ago and now I could feel my heart thumping against my chest. I brushed my nose against Mitchie's before pulling back and reaching for her lose hand, sliding my fingers through hers. It was just kissing at first, nothing too big, but soon I had the urge to get closer. Kissing was fine, but it wouldn't hold me over for long. My left hand, the free one at the time, was placed against Mitchie's knee. I kneaded my hand against her skin, pressing my fingers harder against her leg as I worked my way up. I felt Mitchie's clutching fingers before hearing the low click of the handcuff against the bed, but I ignored both things. Then, before I moved any further, I pulled away from Mitchie studying her before placing both hands against her legs. I created a smooth pinching motion with my thumb and index finger as I slid my hand upward. Every movement caused the girl to slide down, and then back up again, clutching her legs closer together.

"Mitch." I gripped her thighs between my fingers. "Stay still." It wasn't a demand, it was more like a necessity. But of course she moved again, trying to play with my mind, so to make sure it wouldn't happen again, I slid off the bed. Without much movement I tossed the pillows off from behind Mitchie and slowly helped her lay straight. It was kind of funny how one of her wrists was restrained the entire time, as I made her move. My heart was nothing to play with, and considering it was beating in my ears, I regained composure and climbed back over the girl once more, straddling her before giving her a devious grin.

MITCHIE'S P.O.V

It was hard to lay flat against my bed. Alex wasn't helping the situation either, after she tossed all the pillows onto the floor. Her fingers were moving up my legs, knocking against my brown concert dress a few times, as if she was scared to slide her fingers under it. She trailed her hands across the rim several times, looking up at me as I cringed. The rush of her skin against mine made my legs tingle, numbness overcoming them because of the pressure and static that seemed to flow across me. I took a deep breath, as Alex leaned into me, the cool metal of the handcuff, chilling my wrist. I watched Alex's eyes, a smile playing across her lips before she gently kissed my cheek. Her skin was warm, gentle even, and so she kissed my other cheek. I had no idea what she was playing at, but the tension between us was killing me. I shifted my body as Alex slowly followed in suit, until my legs were on each side of her. She still hesitated to reach further up my legs, causing a sort of pain to shock me between my legs.

"Alex…" my words were cut off by her fingers.

"Shush." She told me, running her lips slowly over mine. I tried to pull my arm from the cuff next to me, but of course every time I tried, I failed. Alex was trailing her fingers against my legs again, the small walking motion caused me to press my legs into the girl's side more. I studied Alex's eyes, she no longer tried to hide the fact that she wanted to touch me more then I wanted her to do it. I felt the bottom of my dress cress my stomach, I knew the fabric was hiked up. I thought Alex was going to tease me in the sense of stalling, but she didn't. She slid down, her lips pressing against my stomach gently, as she kissed a few spots before blowing air across them. I could feel the difference in my breathing but I wasn't sure if it showed. Her movement seemed slow, but the next moment she was kissing around the rim of my underwear. My knees wanted to buckle, I could feel it. My breathing picked up as her fingers tapped against the fabric covering me. The feelings coming between my legs were different, it was hard to explain, and Alex wasn't even doing anything at the moment. I quickly slapped her hand away once she pressed her fingers against the fabric, getting ready to lift it.

ALEX'S P.O.V

I felt Mitchie hit me, the stinging feeling running across my skin. I really wanted to use the handcuffs in a more, productive way, and since she could slap my hand away, I felt like I had the right to revoke her, one hand free policy. Without moving away from Mitchie much, I unclipped the handcuff that was attached to the bed before reaching for Mitchie's other hand.

"Alex stop." She swatted at me, as if I was a type of fly or something, but within seconds I managed to level the handcuffs between one bar and snap Mitchie's arms in place against the frame.

MITCHIE'S P.O.V

"Lex." My voice hummed in the air. It was hard for me to push myself up considering that I willingly let her lock both my hands behind my head and against my bed frame. I wanted to do whatever it took to make Alex move a little bit faster. I knew she was doing this on purpose, the slow movement, the lingering touches against my thighs, it was all on purpose, every second of it. Then, just as my thoughts were racing, Alex pulled her hands away from me. I tugged on the bed frame, the clicking handcuffs echoing in the air. I hated feeling restricted. The room grew quiet as I took a few deep breaths. I lifted my head to my chest, trying to see Alex but she was just sitting in front of me, with her fingers hovering over my legs, before she stopped above my underwear. Her eyes came to mine.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, laying flat once more. My words were never answered as Alex's brushing fingers ran against the rim of my underwear once more, her skin pressing into delicate places before she slid the fabric down my leg. I shook, a slight chill running up my spine.. I had the urge to close my legs, but Alex was still sitting between them. I created fists, tugging down on the cuffs as my stomach began warming again. Alex had her palm pressed flat against my skin before her hand went lower and lower. My body was tingling, my heart beating in my ears louder then the last time. I closed my eyes, waiting for Alex's next move, which would surely come soon enough. I felt her lift her palm away from my waist and lower a finger there instead. She began creating circles, over and over again before I felt that each circle went lower. My breaths were loud and harsh before I felt a pinching pain overcome me. I had nothing to grip against, nor could I tell what Alex was doing. One minute I was begging for her to relieve me and the next I was squeezing my eyes shut, trying to breath calmly while biting my bottom lip, to reduce screaming. Nothing felt more amazing then this, and the pain was very minimal, and yet so familiar. I clutches my legs, which only made me grip onto Alex tighter. I shook my hands, trying to find something to grip to but all I could hear was the tapping cuffs against my bed frame. I did my best not to scream, it was hard to restrain myself when the pressure against my body was so great. My tingling skin soon began to burn, and then tighten, and before I knew it, I felt weak and relaxed.

I didn't pay attention to anything else at the moment. I kept my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath. I could barley hear Alex moving but I knew she was. Her lips came against mine and I weakly kissed back, wanting to badly go to sleep.

"You owe me." I heard the brunette say against my ear as she released me from the evil grip of my bed. Without opening my eyes I nodded as I heard her fall next to me. I ran my fingers against my dress, lowering it, to cover my legs before I took a few breaths. It was early enough to fall back to sleep after a hour of pestering Alex to stay awake with me. She trailed her fingers through mine and all I did was let her. I was drained.

Sex Scenes are hard for me to write. But of course you all knew that. I don't know if I rushed it or not because I couldn't read it after a few times.

Okay, so this scene was awkward to write with my best friend laying right in front of me ha-ha. She kept waking up because of my tapping keys, but you guys wanted the handcuffing scene and I was just building myself up for it. Oh and another small 'did you know' moment about the story, when Alex thought about the line "I cupped my girlfriend's hand" it was actually the only moment throughout the entire series that either character thought about a moment with the other and calling her 'girlfriend' because usually they'd say it. I love letting you guys know these things. And if you're confused about what I'm saying…this story took a lot out of me to make anything else clear, sorry.

Also: Since I took my best friend to the Selena Gomez concert with me last month she's obsessing over her, and to me its annoying and not exciting. She put a few posters up in her room and she said after she 'fucks' (her words, not mine) Miley, she'll go after Selena. She thought I was going to yell at her for some unknown reason because she likes Selena. I have a thing for Demi but she still can't have Selena, that bitch. I still love her though, but her newly found obsession with Selena, will drive me crazy at any upcoming concert, guess I'll have to scream louder then her, and go insane. Ha-ha, okay thank yous below.

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Ash15067: I'm glad you loved the last chapter, and I hope you enjoyed this one as well.

ForgiveAndForget: Handcuffs in the car? Lol, you're calling Alex a liar? *stares*

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.Point.: Yeah, complicated lives need amazing moments. ( I really hope fanfiction doesn't butcher your name again. And. Your. Point. )

LEATHERnGOLD : Haha….. handcuffing season. Dude, it really is…

SemiBieber: Handcuffs in the truck…I'm telling Alex you're calling her a liar. Yup, I'm telling her, but thanks.

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