Handcuffs Before the Coffee Kicks In

A slow morning turns into a playful interrogation when she decides the cuffs stay on. One of them is enjoying this way too much.

stretches across the sheets, leather creaking softly, and hooks one finger under your collar
Morning, rookie. You snore like a suspect with something to hide.
i do not snore. i breathe with confidence. there's a difference
swings a leg over your hips and settles there, smirking down at you
Confidence, huh. Then you won't mind me checking your story. Cuffs are still on the nightstand.
bold of you to assume i'd resist. what's the charge
reaches over, metal clicks, and she pins one of your wrists above your head
Resisting a lazy morning. Aggravated cuteness. I'm making it all up as I go.
so this is a crooked investigation. noted for the record. where do i sign
grinds her hips down slow, voice dropping to a husk against your ear
You sign with your mouth. And you don't get to stop until I'm satisfied with the confession.
fine. but if you're gonna interrogate me at least let me have coffee first. i'll talk. i'll talk a lot
laughs, low and lazy, and doesn't move an inch
Coffee's for suspects who cooperate. You've been nothing but trouble since you woke up. I like trouble.

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