Handcuffs? I can deal with handcuffs.

I'm going to post a snip from later in the story, just for you.

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The first tentative touch of her lips startled him; he hadn't expected her to make the first move. Her body remained rigid, ready to hit or run if the occasion demanded it, so he kept his hands at his sides as he returned the kiss. When she broke contact, her face was flushed and her breathing a touch less even than it had been.

He was careful to keep from showing his amusement as her face flitted between anxiety, desire, and determination. It seemed he wasn't the only one with an agenda for the evening. Fortunate, then, that they meshed so well, absolving him of any potential feelings of guilt for using her. She leaned in to kiss him again, and this time, there was nothing tentative about it. His arms circled her waist and pulled her closer until he could feel the soft press of her breasts against his chest. When her hands slid under his shirt, he pulled away, albeit reluctantly.

"It's a little public here, don't you think?"

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Okay, that had been about thirty seconds away from being really, really embarrassing. Obviously, she still wasn't quite grasping the "sex in public places" taboo. Of course, a dark corner in a seedy bar was a little better than, say, the catwalk at the Bronze, her front yard, next to a dumpster, and G-d--when exactly had she turned into the queen of the perverts?

"Maybe a little," she admitted.

"We're fairly close to my place, if you're at all interested..." His voice trailed off, leaving the ball in her court.

"Oh, yeah. Definately interested." She gave him a look she hoped was innocent. "Got handcuffs?"

The grin she got in return was decidedly devilish. "Padded or standard issue?"

"They make padded ones?" Too bad she hadn't known that months ago.

"You sound chagrined."

"Kind of. Why didn't Sp--someone tell me they made padded ones?"

He burst out laughing. Not that she blamed him, she sounded like a petulant grade schooler, except for the part where she was talking about handcuffs.

"Perhaps it didn't seem important at the time, though I notice you've adroitly avoided answering the question."

"Sorry, you kind of threw me with the whole actually taking me up on it thing. It wasn't quite what I was expecting."

He stroked the inside of her arm just lightly enough to make her whole body tingle. "What, pray tell, were you expecting?"

"Something a little more... English, maybe?"

He laughed again. Well, at least she was amusing him.

"They make padded ones?" snerk

This story exists just so I can get my smut out, and get on with things.

Seriously. I'm feeling an urge to write something with no redeeming qualities at all, and this is gonna be it.

"Something a little more... English, maybe?"

Hee!!

Am-Chau, that was lovely

Thank you!

PMM, it's nice. I wish I'd known the setting before I read, because spoilers, but on the other hand, I enjoyed reading, so- balances up.

"Buffy, no offense here, but you're not exactly what one would call safe when you're operating a motor vehicle. In fact, I think somewhere on you, there's a little warning label just like there is on cold medicine.

Reason #17500 why I love Plei.

Keep this up and I might just have to run off with you.

Keep this up and I might just have to run off with you.

Brian and Paul could keep each other warm.

Spoilery Spoiltastic REALLY REALLY REALLY spoiler based piece up in the LJ, for the brave. Or the hos.

Second Slash Advent story, Mutually Beneficial is up. Same as last time, just search for the title string.

My brain has been more random than usual lately. The first one was goofy, the second is silly, the third?

Well, you'll find out on 14 December.

Wasn't Oscar the messy one and Felix the clean neurotic? Or did I read that backwards...