imagine your OTP taking a bubble bath together
"……Are you quite finished?"
❝Can’t handle a little detour?❞
The most dramatic scene ever.
“Always put your best ass—uh, foot forward, as they say. Ha.”
”Mhm…” Nips her earlobe again as he pulls her left hand behind her back. His other hand slowly moved from her right shoulder, down her arm to her other hand to pull it behind her as well.
He cuffed the other wrist but made sure to let the chain of the cuffs go around the inside of the vertical bar of the chair to prevent her from just getting up. This way he trapped her in a way that if she got up,she had to pull the chair along. ”Lets have fun.” Straightens and pulls the chair away from the desk just so he had enough space to easily move around her.
His movements were calculated; as he locked the handcuffs around her wrist, me made sure to do so while he brushed his body against hears, all while his lips teased her ear. Nipping and whispering all at once; that and the handcuffs, were of utmost pleasure.
He had her other wrist secured as well, while doing so he twisted the chain and secured her to the chair, thus, when she tries to get up, she will be dragging the chair with her. Not that she was planning to, not so soon anyways.
❝What do you have in mind, officer?❞
This hole was going to be a real pain to deal with. He took a careful step and leaned over to look down but it was just a dark nothing. Whatever was down there would hopefully stay down there. He shook his head then looked back up to take in the rest of the state the place was in.
They were lucky that this place wasn’t falling down on them. First,they had to deal with getting around this hole,keeping them from getting to the other side. There was always something preventing things from going smoothly. It was like a hidden thing for them.
Leon was about to comment on the problem right in front of them but he snapped his head in her direction.
”What?” And she was already up and away. Was she serious?! Leon felt annoyed in a heart beat. She just used that grapple gun to get up there and left him there. To think that that thing nearly caused them both to die.
”…thanks for the assist.” Sighs and shakes his head,looking down at his situation. He looked down into the black abyss a moment before switching back to his assault rifle. He felt like he was going to need it more than his pistol.
He was going to have to take the long way. The doors to his right were blocked by debris and parts of collapsed stairs. To his left there were offices as well but they weren’t going to lead him up. The stairs on the other side of the hole led up to the next floor and from there he would be able to go up further.
Leon eventually made it to the other side,having to cross over debris and other rubble which nearly had him sliding down into the hole and in the process he had a metal wire slicing his arm when he stopped himself. That annoyed him even more and he just headed up but he knew he had to be careful not to walk over parts that could send him going through the floor.
Just as he thought it was smooth sailing up,he saw that these parts of the stairs had collapsed. ”Shit!” He hissed out quietly and turned towards the elevator he saw there and forced the doors open,looking up and down. It was cold in that elevator shaft and really quiet but the ladder to his left should take him up without any problems.
The floor was in no better shape than the one she was previously on. The floor was cracked, and the hole at the center was as big as ever. Dust and debris was breaking off the edges, sending the small particles down the dark hole.
She retracted the hook and replaced the grappling gun back in it’s holster. Time to get down to business, there would be no point in dawdling and wasting time, their pursuers are still hot on their tails. That, plus, the possibility of few loose Bio Organic Weapons who are still roaming around behind closed doors.
The blue prints were helpful in giving her an insight of the layout of the building, or what’s left pf it by this point. She ignored the first and seconds door to her left, they were only storage rooms with insignificant belongings.
The third door is the one she sought; it led her to hallway, small and dark. She flicked her flashlight on and used the beam of light to illuminate her surroundings. At the end of the small hallway there were two doors, one to the left, the other to the right. She turned to the door at the left side, Beretta ready in one hand while the other twisted the knob carefully.
Inside, there was some worn out furniture, dust ridden couches and wooden desks. She walked to where the desks were and opened the drawers; some opened with ease, other had to be forced open. Their old age made them easily breakable, however, none of them contained anything of use to her. Just mere daily reports and nothing of any kind of significance. Having found nothing, she left the room, heading for the door at the opposite end. The room was a storage room, iron shelves lined the walls with tools and supplies in them, and nothing more.
Having gone back the way she came, this time opening the door closest to her, she wondered of the intel she received was as legitimate as the broker has claimed them to be. In any case, she would not be leaving the premise until she has looked through the entire building, leaving anything to chance would be nothing but foolishness.
He slowly walked down the hall towards the spy’s location where that horrid advert came from. The agent was twirling the cuffs around his right forefinger as he came to a stop behind her. He leaned down and nipped her on the ear.
”Bad girls get punished.” Secures the one part of the cuffs around her left wrist.
She heard his footsteps walking steadily to her location on the dining table, where she and the still opened page were still in place. He was quite as he walked towards her, not a word or a sound. Just his steady footsteps.
❝Is that so?❞ After his whisper she heard and felt the sturdy metal circling her wrist, trapping her left hand. Now that is a change of heart compared to his earlier behavior. Maybe it was the dragons effect after all.
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The email looked innocent enough; she recognized the sender, already knowing what this would be about. She would delete the email altogether, but, given the latest dispute with the sulking agent who has been sulking in his room, this email came at the right time. She clicked on the provided link, turning up the volume as a video came up in the screen. It was a short clip, albeit a very entertaining one, which came right at the most appropriate moment.
❝Hope you like dragons~❞
And proceeded to type a response to the wonderful proposal.
After his shower he pulled out his laptop to try and get some work done. Not the too sensitive kind at least. He was reading something when he suddenly heard a loud video play. Either something on the tv or…Un-fucking-believable!
She was really going for it now. Bad-Dragon toys though?? He will show her that they had no damn need for such idiocy. Injured or not!
He got up and grabbed his cuffs from the nightstand.
Bad-Dragon toys, the name was suggestive enough; a fact that was supported by the short clip that accompanied the ad. The sulking agent might not appreciated though, no doubt he would sulk some more and then storm out with n excuse or two as to why this is not going to work.