After asking for prompts involving various NSFW things, I got one for Troy and V involving distractions while working, and well...this is what came about. Let's just say that when V spies something unexpected at Troy's place back in SR1 she just has to ask. ;)

Betaed by the lovely Hunnybadger and Autumnyte! They helped keep this coherent and in line when it tried its best not to be.

She knocked hard on the door to Troy's apartment, shuffled around, then knocked again when she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hear me out before you close the door! I'll make it good, I swear," V said, the minute Troy appeared on the other side.

He leaned against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips as always, and gestured towards her. "Shoot."

"There are some cars being moved. A whole lot of them. Dex wouldn't give me anything on them, but I know you've got the details."

"I do?"

"Don't." She poked at his shoulder. "I know you know, and he's only holding back because he's still pissed at me."

"You did throw the largest wrench you could into his plans with that drug deal," he said, mild disapproval creeping into his voice. "At least that went off without a hitch, but you know how much Dex loves complications."

"Which is why I'm going to stick to the proper playbook this time, or whatever he calls it. I mean it." Troy shook his head and wandered back inside. "Hey, you know I mean it!"

"I know," he replied, glancing back at her as she slammed the door behind them. "But you've got to know when it's a good idea to hang back, V. We can't afford any more fuck ups, especially not after the ones we've been through already."

Her shoulders slumped as he gave her that look of his, the one that told her she really should know better by now, and she'd earned it. Especially since it really should've been her tip to use, and her last-minute plans usually weren't the safest to execute.

Keeping her eyes on the floor, she turned to leave when Troy caught her. "Hey, I didn't say no, did I?"

She blinked at him, and let him turn her around. "No, you didn't, but..."

"But I'm not going to be playing sides with you two, even if I already know you're perfect for the job. That kind of back and forth's a bad idea and you know it."

"Yeah," she said with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to put you in a weird spot, especially since-" She avoided his eyes and shook her head. "Never mind, I got it. I'll give it another try with him tomorrow. We're on for cards, right? Maybe if I lose a few games and buy him a dance he'll be in a better mood to talk business."

Troy pursed his lips, but nodded. "He usually is. It wouldn't hurt."

"So," she started, slipping away from him. "How were you planning on spending your day today, chief?"

"Would you believe working?"

He watched her poke around his apartment, a wry look on his face, and she made a show of avoiding it entirely. "No, why would I believe that? You of all people?"

V unzipped her hoodie and tossed it onto his couch, and tried to pull off her boots while he puffed away at his cigarette. At this point she was waiting for him to stop her, but he didn't step in at any point, even once she got the other off.

Instead he went straight to the kitchen while she placed her boots by the door. With his back turned, she took a peek at his desk, and picked up the empty coffee pot resting on its edge. "Wow. Think you get enough caffeine either?"

"Nope. With the kind of shit I have to manage, there's never enough."

She placed it back down, her eyes skimming over everything briefly, before settling on the open drawer at the bottom. "No fucking way," she whispered, running a fingertip along the shiny metal before picking them up. He'd kept them. The damn cuffs.

Her face went red in an instant, and when he turned to check on her, the mug in his hand nearly shattered on the floor. "Christ, uh, what are you...?"

"I was...snooping. Not intentionally," she told him, trying to shake off her embarrassment."But I did spot these. Didn't know you held onto them."

He took a deep drag and put down the mug. "I wasn't exactly planning to, but things've been rough these last few days. Haven't had the time to get rid of them yet."

"Oh. No real reason to hang onto them then, eh?"

V giggled nervously and twirled them around her finger. It turned into even more of a titter when he shoved his hands into his pockets and exited the kitchen, but she couldn't help it. Not with the way the things seemed to be burning her the longer she touched them.

"Could be fairly handy. I mean, um, I know there's the obvious option, but I can think of a few others." He was staring at her closely now, and in spite of her mind's warning her mouth kept on running. "You know what?"

"No." He plucked them out of her hands and made a beeline for his desk.

She pouted. "Could you at least humor me a little?"

Troy stopped in place and spun on her. "By cuffing you? That would be humoring you?"

"Well, it'd be indulging my inner Houdini, but yeah. Never did have a chance to see if I could slip out of a set. Why not now? I mean, Dee's been trying to give me some proper pointers, but we're talking valuable life skills here. Could save some cop some serious paperwork too."

Troy's stare took on an edge as she shuffled on her feet, and he ran a hand through his hair before crossing his arms. "For practice."

"Yeah, practice. I've gotta actually get out of these without help at some point in time." She held out her wrists and tried not to chew on her lip. "And I bet you twenty bucks I'd nail it too."

Troy's grip tightened on the handcuffs dangling from his hand. "Really?"

"Well, I'd try at least. Can't fault a girl too much for that, can you?"

She swallowed the growing lump in her throat as she watched him think through it, his brows edging together as he looked between her face and her wrists. "So, say I do."

Her eyes lit up and she tamped it down fast. "Okay."

"You really think you can find your way out of these no problem?"

"With my eyes closed." That made him take a long draw of of his cigarette, and she grinned awkwardly. "Kind of."

He put it out on the ashtray on his table, and V tried not to rock on her feet when he approached her. "Kind of?"

"I'll try not to crack my eyes open too much. Promise."

He still didn't appear convinced, but he took her wrists in hand and curled her arms behind her to slip the cool metal around her wrists. When she heard that telltale clicking, she flexed her hands and pulled the chain taut, testing it. It held, and she tried not to notice the way her throat went dry when she angled her head up towards him.

"Um, I don't exactly have anything on hand to do this."

"Hit a snag already?" he asked, with a chuckle.

"So sue me. I didn't think that far ahead, because in my mind you always shoot me down before now."

"Really?"

Well, not every time. She hoped the flush that came with that particular mental image - and the hint of curiosity in his tone - didn't flare up too bad. "It's a tough thing to agree to. You surprised me."

His thumb began to move along the inside of her wrist, tracing small circles that tickled against her skin. Both of his hands were still on her, and when she leaned into his body she felt that light grip tighten.

"You going to keep on doing that?" she asked, nipping at his lips.

He opened his mouth, but didn't close those last few inches. Instead, his hands moved up her arms and didn't stop until they were cupping her face. "It depends. Are you?"

She turned into his palm, pressing a kiss there and another to his wrist. "I'd hate to have you get bored on me, chief."

"With your track record? I don't think you could have a dull moment if you tried."

That's when she finally caught it. That playful hint that never failed to make her grin, and when he softly touched her jaw she had to look away. "Good."

His lips touched her skin then. Light, and barely a brush over her cheek as he took her hat by the brim and removed it. She felt inclined to tell him to toss it anywhere, but the care he took in relocating it to the table had her ducking her head again, raising it only when he'd stepped back into her space.

The loose pigtails weren't as easy to navigate around as her hat, however, and when Troy twirled the strands of one around his finger she spoke up. "You can take them out. It'll be easier."

Her own fingers twitched as he slipped the hairties out, but when he untangled her hair to brush it behind her she couldn't help the little hum that came with it. Her body relaxed, and she leaned into him as he pulled her closer, his mouth going straight to the spot below her ear that never failed to leave her gasping.

This time, however, V bit down on the urge hard, tensing as he moved his hands up her back and over her arms. She caught his smile as he leaned back to reach into his pocket, but before she could open her mouth he closed in, cutting her off entirely. His tongue took over from there, sliding against hers as she pulled on the cuffs and let out a sound of frustration.

"Easy," he said against her lips. "Don't pull too hard."

The shaky breath barely made it between her teeth, but she unclenched her fists. The handcuffs had tightened, but weren't uncomfortable. Not yet.

His hand snaked down to hers and pressed something into her palm. Something thin and misshapen, and it took her a second to realize what it was. A paperclip. One that had been bent out of shape to make a fairly straight point.

Her eyebrow went up, and he gave her a look. "You're supposed to be escaping, right?"

"…Yeah, escaping. Right." He kissed her again, his teeth teasing at her bottom lip and she fiddled with the paperclip as she tried to regain her senses. "I might've been a little distracted."

"Gotta learn to work around those. They can be fucking lethal," he chided while his hands moved under the hem of her shirt.

"And keep my eye on the prize?"

She kissed him back and the clip nearly fell out of her hand when he cupped her breasts. It took almost double the effort to shift the wire back into place, but once she got it into the lock she grinned wide.

Maneuvering it from there wasn't as easy, and she felt him undo the clasp to her bra while she bent and wiggled her wrist around. Then his hands were on her again, warm and wonderful, and V bit her lip hard as she tried another angle. And another. And one more for good measure as she gasped into his mouth.

The sound almost overwhelmed the small set of clicks completely, and it still took her a full minute after cracking one to realize she was loose. But once she did, she tangled her fingers in Troy's hair, and the victorious expression on her face made him chuckle. "Not bad."

"Never underestimate the draw of twenty big ones, pal. It's some incentive."

"What about double that?"

She took in the way he was staring at her, set on her and only her, and she ran over the words that left his mouth four times before responding. "Double?"

"Yeah. Raise the stakes a little. What do you say?"

He squeezed her gently and she giggled. "Dammit. You just had to do that, didn't you?"

"Do what?"

"Put it that way." She put her hands behind her head and stepped away. "Now I can't say no."

"Because you would've before?"

She held out her wrists with her palms open. "What do you think, chief?"

Everything sped up after that. He took her wrists in one of his hands while the other got her shirt over her head, and although he wanted to – she could see it in the way he watched her – he didn't touch her again. Not yet. Not like she wanted as well, and when she tried to kiss him on the way over to his bed, he dodged her, warning her with the slightest tilt of his lips.

The minute she hit the mattress she scooted right up to the headboard and eyed him expectantly, both of her hands raised above her head with her makeshift lockpick in tow. He leaned over her and tugged her wrists together, but didn't cuff her. Just held them behind one of the slats as he ran his eyes over her.

The question was still there, that same careful one that had her heart pounding, and when he met her eyes she nodded again, her fingers catching his. It didn't chase away every doubt, but when he returned the shy smile she gave him it was enough.

He closed the metal around her wrist again, checking to make sure neither of them were too tight, and pressed his lips to a spot right below the metal ring. Then another. Traveling down, he moved between each of her arms, and when he reached her shoulders V arched into him, her feelings torn between eager and impatient already.

Because she'd tossed the idea of this out days ago. The Five-O had been pushing it – God, she had to tug at the collar of her shirt whenever she'd catch sight of one on the street - but when he'd pitched the cuffs she hadn't expected them to show up again. Or go anywhere near her wrists.

But here they were, and she couldn't mistake the way he was looking at her. That fact alone turned her on quicker than any uniform would've.

"Tease," she said, wrapping her legs around him when he kissed her neck and sucked a trail down past her collarbone. "You're not making this easy at all."

"I'm not supposed to, remember?"

She breathed hard when Troy slipped his fingers beneath her shorts, his mouth now inches from her chest, and when he flicked the button open she wiggled in his light grip. "Sure, but you could at least lose the shirt. That's not even fair."

"True," he said, hooking her shorts by the loops and pulling them down along with her underwear. "Kind of one-sided as we are right now, eh?"

"Yeah. Just a little," she threw out.

Pushing himself up, he dragged the shirts off, and before she could comment he started pulling at his belt too. It hit the floor, then his jeans, and by the time he'd tossed even his watch aside, V was left staring at him speechless.

Troy raised an eyebrow. "Better?"

"Yeah," she replied, wetting her lips. "Much better."

He spread her legs when he climbed back onto the bed, and he took in her flushed appearance for a second before lowering his head. The chain hit the post before he touched her, the sound louder than she expected, and he hesitated.

It took every ounce of sense in her to move her hands back into place, but once she did he didn't waste any time crossing that last inch, leaving her gasping sharply when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. The chain didn't budge a second time, however, not even when she felt the faintest hint of his teeth.

She knew he had his eyes on her, and for the most part didn't break eye contact, but couldn't help it. Not when he kissed her like he did, and certainly not on the path he was traveling, as his lips moved past her sternum and over her stomach. It left her fighting to keep her impatience from spiking again.

"How's it going?" he asked after a moment, his voice rough.

Her nails were digging into her palms and only stopped when he didn't continue. "What?"

"Your escape attempt. I don't see much practicing."

Escape attempt?...Ah, fuck. She groped the air and there was no trace of the metal paperclip whatsoever.

"Oh." He glanced up at her, and the look she gave him was almost guilty. "Yeah, uh, I might've dropped it. The paperclip."

"You did?"

"I think it's somewhere on the floor behind the headboard now. I'm flexible, but not even I'm going to be able to reach that."

"You're batting a thousand, V," he said, propping his head up on his arm. "I seem to recall you saying something about being able to nail this."

"Hey, I got it the first time. Don't leave that out. I'll get the rest eventually. That's what makes practice, practice."

"So you're planning on doing this again?"

Troy raised himself up and ran his hands down her thighs, his breath warm against her skin, and she nodded.

There was a kiss on her hip, another that grazed the top of her upper thigh, and he gently lifted one of her legs to press one to the inside of her knee. "Until you get it right?"

"Y-yeah." Her fingers gripped the chain tight, and pulled it taut when he placed her leg over his shoulder, his mouth traveling higher by the second. "I'll nail it then. Still, today's not a total loss. It makes me wish more of my fuck ups ended with someone amazing between my legs."

He met her eyes and she couldn't hold his gaze, not with the way he was looking at her, and when he traced his tongue along the inside of her thigh, she gave up on keeping them open, period. Her body arched as a low whine slipped out, and with every brush and tickle of his goatee she found it tough not to let another out.

"I can't promise I'll be there every time," he murmured, sucking lightly on the skin there. "But I'll be close."

"Close is good. Very good."

His lips pressed a kiss to a spot inches away from her clit, and she felt his breath again, warm and way too damn inviting. "But you'd want me closer, wouldn't you?"

The quick nod made him chuckle, and she twitched, moving her hips up as the chain clattered against the wood.

"Careful."

"I-" She tried to relax her wrists, but she could feel everything. The deep breaths he was working to disguise, the heat from his skin, the way he kept on edging closer and yet not. "I'm trying."

"You sure?"

Forcing her eyes open, she saw his eyebrows crease, and gripped the post to keep the metal from digging into her skin again. "Positive."

"Am I going to have to test that too?"

"Take it or leave it, chief." He kissed her again, and she dug her fingers in. "Troy."

His fingers spread her open as he look a long lick, and she felt her thighs try to clamp down around him. Following it up with another, her moan caught in her throat and rose in pitch when he dipped inside of her.

This wasn't teasing, she thought as he took his time running his tongue over her. This had to be the highest form of torture, because every inch of her was on fire. Every bit of skin that he touched and abandoned was left wanting, and she couldn't stand it. She wanted him everywhere, his mouth and hands rough as he took her any way he could have her.

Because at least then it wouldn't be this. These slow, lingering licks that made her nerves fray as she tried to buck into him but couldn't. Not with the steady hand keeping her in place, and not with her hands bound. If they'd been free she'd already have paid him back by now, and with interest.

A phrase forced its way past her lips, and he broke away. "What's that?"

"You'd better fucking hope I don't get these open."

"Why?" he asked, his tongue touching her just enough to make the muscles in her legs tense.

"Because the minute that happens I'm going to slap these damn things on you. Hold you down while I"- V sucked in a breath in and felt her voice waver - "while I sit on that fucking infuriating face of yours. Then I'll-"

"What?" He licked deeper, pushing his tongue further than before, and she couldn't form the words as his tongue moved in and out. "What'll you do?" he asked against her.

He gripped her thighs tight, and when he closed his mouth over her clit she lost it. Gave up entirely on holding the post as she curled, kicked, and clung to the feeling rushing her. He helped her ride through it. His mouth coaxing as much as she was capable of out of her until her voice couldn't give him any more.

The high hadn't faded when she felt her limbs relax, and when he climbed back up with a key glinting in his hands, she grabbed for him as soon as her wrists were free.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked, cupping her chin after checking her. "None of that hurt you, did it-"

She cut him off with a firm kiss, and held onto him tight. "Please," she repeated, feeling him hot against her. "Please."

He reached for the drawer on his nightstand, leaving her only long enough to get the condom on, and slid into her agonizingly slow. The calm and easy pace he tried to maintain ended shortly after she felt him go deep, and she latched onto him. Dug her nails in as she angled her hips and proceeded to fuck him from the bottom as best she could.

Licking and biting his neck as she held on, he couldn't get a word out, not without it turning into a groan, and when his grip went hard enough to bruise she relished the way he sounded when he came. Rough and hurried through clenched teeth, as he tried to hold on and failed, falling every time.

She didn't slow down until she felt his grip slacken, and didn't let go of her own grip herself until he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Only then could she let go of the rush and the adrenaline, easing back to take in the calming breaths she needed. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, and the lazy feeling settling over them nearly had her fall asleep that very instant.

"I, uh, don't think I nailed that," V gasped, curled against him. "I think I gave up any hope of passing the minute you had to whip the key out. That doesn't exactly fly, does it?"

"Nope. Rules are picky like that."

"So much for being forty dollars richer." Nuzzling against him, she yawned. "Could always put down another forty, though."

"You could."

"Could double that too, or see how you'd fare, because I am going to need to get some serious practicing in. Rigorous and extensive too."

Troy snorted and kissed her forehead. "You think so?"

"I know so."