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whattingawhat) wrote2008-11-06 04:15 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-11-06 04:15 pm
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Bend me, break me [Anyway you need me]
7.7 - "So - you don't drink, you don't smoke, and you don't gamble. What do you do then? C'mon Michael, there must be something for you to confess! A little wank on the sofa during Baywatch isn't a mortal sin!" Cracker
OOC: Co-written with Danny (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stillacrime) and Buffy (whattingawhat)
Danny’s phone rang as it often did, serving as an alarm to get up way before he wanted to get out of bed. A tug of one wrist clinked metal against wood and he rolled awkwardly onto his side to snag his phone off of the nightstand. “Summers.” He called out as he flipped through the messages on the phone to read a text from Stella.
419. Broadway & 5th. Meet you there. – Stel
Tossing his phone aside onto the mattress, he called out again. “Buffy!” He heard the door to their apartment open, close and lock and then saw Buffy appear in the doorway with two cups of coffee. “You got me coffee?”
“And sugary goodness.” Within seconds she noticed the look on Danny’s face and his cellphone on the mattress, wrinkling her nose at the obvious conclusion. She's been counting on a late morning. “Boo hiss, you have to go in early.” This statement was accompanied by a fierce pout.
“Yeah, sorry baby.” Danny answered, jiggling the hand cuffs that were holding one of his wrists to the headboard. “Where’s the key?”
"Uhm...it sorta got...I wasn't thinking about-" She stopped, doubling over in laughter. She couldn't continue the joke with the look on his face. She would have uncuffed him before she had left for coffee but he had been sleeping so peacefully she hadn't wanted to disturb him. “You know you're incredibly comfortable in handcuffs," she teased then ceased again. "I’m sorry, uhm…it's here somewhere. I swear.” She set everything down on the nightstand and began to shuffle around the sheets and pillows.
Danny smirked, his lips twisting into a crooked grin. “Stop foolin’ around, Sunshine. Where’s the key?”
“I’m looking! I’m looking!” She really was, and she knew she had had it last night when they had finally fallen asleep, a tangle of sheets and limbs. “Oh! Wait.” Getting to her knees, she plucked the key from the top of the wooden headboard. “Found it.”
“You gotta uncuff me so I can go to work, baby. Come on.” Danny reached to her with his free hand to tickle her.
She squirmed out of the way with a giggle. “I never should have uncuffed that one. There could be a hostage situation and Stockholm Syndrome.”
“Way I remember it, you liked this one uncuffed… a helluva lot, Summers.” He jiggled his wrist again, tugging at the handcuff. She leaned over him and obliged, slipping the key in to unsnap the cuffs. With no shame, Danny turned and pounced on her. He kissed her and then began to tickle her. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but it was nothing new for him to find himself flat on his back with Buffy having overpowered him. “Fine, you win. You win.”
"You're leaving. Definitely no winning here," Buffy said with a pout that was only half mock. Finally she sighed and leaned in to kiss him again. "Go. Tell Stella hi and there will be winning later when you get home. This time, I'm so losing the key."
OOC: Co-written with Danny (
stillacrime) and Buffy (whattingawhat)Danny’s phone rang as it often did, serving as an alarm to get up way before he wanted to get out of bed. A tug of one wrist clinked metal against wood and he rolled awkwardly onto his side to snag his phone off of the nightstand. “Summers.” He called out as he flipped through the messages on the phone to read a text from Stella.
419. Broadway & 5th. Meet you there. – Stel
Tossing his phone aside onto the mattress, he called out again. “Buffy!” He heard the door to their apartment open, close and lock and then saw Buffy appear in the doorway with two cups of coffee. “You got me coffee?”
“And sugary goodness.” Within seconds she noticed the look on Danny’s face and his cellphone on the mattress, wrinkling her nose at the obvious conclusion. She's been counting on a late morning. “Boo hiss, you have to go in early.” This statement was accompanied by a fierce pout.
“Yeah, sorry baby.” Danny answered, jiggling the hand cuffs that were holding one of his wrists to the headboard. “Where’s the key?”
"Uhm...it sorta got...I wasn't thinking about-" She stopped, doubling over in laughter. She couldn't continue the joke with the look on his face. She would have uncuffed him before she had left for coffee but he had been sleeping so peacefully she hadn't wanted to disturb him. “You know you're incredibly comfortable in handcuffs," she teased then ceased again. "I’m sorry, uhm…it's here somewhere. I swear.” She set everything down on the nightstand and began to shuffle around the sheets and pillows.
Danny smirked, his lips twisting into a crooked grin. “Stop foolin’ around, Sunshine. Where’s the key?”
“I’m looking! I’m looking!” She really was, and she knew she had had it last night when they had finally fallen asleep, a tangle of sheets and limbs. “Oh! Wait.” Getting to her knees, she plucked the key from the top of the wooden headboard. “Found it.”
“You gotta uncuff me so I can go to work, baby. Come on.” Danny reached to her with his free hand to tickle her.
She squirmed out of the way with a giggle. “I never should have uncuffed that one. There could be a hostage situation and Stockholm Syndrome.”
“Way I remember it, you liked this one uncuffed… a helluva lot, Summers.” He jiggled his wrist again, tugging at the handcuff. She leaned over him and obliged, slipping the key in to unsnap the cuffs. With no shame, Danny turned and pounced on her. He kissed her and then began to tickle her. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but it was nothing new for him to find himself flat on his back with Buffy having overpowered him. “Fine, you win. You win.”
"You're leaving. Definitely no winning here," Buffy said with a pout that was only half mock. Finally she sighed and leaned in to kiss him again. "Go. Tell Stella hi and there will be winning later when you get home. This time, I'm so losing the key."