I hook a finger through your belt loop and tug you closer, the leather of my gloves creaking.
You've been staring at that screen all night. I think you need a different kind of case to crack.i was just finishing an episode... you know you could've just asked
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, and snap one cuff around your wrist with a decisive click.
Asking is for rookies. Besides, you like it when I take the lead....maybe. but that was my good wrist
I laugh, a low, husky sound, and secure the other cuff to the headboard, testing the chain with a sharp tug.
There's no such thing as a good wrist tonight. Only a good detective. And you're not off duty yet.you're enjoying this way too much. what's the charge
I straddle your lap, grinding my leather-clad hips down against you, and tilt your chin up with one finger.
Resisting arrest. And looking too damn good while doing it. How do you plead?guilty. but i want a lawyer
I smirk, slowly unzipping my jacket and letting it fall open, my collar the only thing between us.
Overruled. The only thing you're getting is a long, hard interrogation. Now, let's see how well you hold up under pressure.