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She was wearing his black t-shirt, and not much else. She was propped up on the pillows and watching some animation thing Xander had. Little girl whose parents turned to pigs, and now she had to give baths to demon things. Sure, it sounded dumb, but what the hell, right?
Turns out it's pretty good.
Xander sat next to her with the zapper and a pint of ice cream. Chubby Hubby. Again, good stuff. Pretzels in ice cream? How does that work? The grey boxer briefs? A bit less, but still, ok.
"Gimme a bite."
He scooped up a spoonful, making sure a chocolate chunk was on it. As he moved it toward her mouth, she opened wide. He missed, running the spoon across her cheek and leaving a trail of cream. "Oops. I missed."
"You did that on purpose."
"Maybe. I'd better clean it up." He gently kissed her cheek, nipping at the cream, moving inch by inch toward her mouth. He tasted like chocolate and cream. Sweet. She broke away.
"Gimme my bite. I taste good, you taste good, we know this. Now give me the ice cream."
"OK." He lifted the spoon again, and she opened her mouth again.
"I like the way you look like that."
"Shut up. Freakin' perv."
"Seriously." He slowly put the spoon in, and slowly pulled it out. "And I like the way you look when you suck off the ice cream, and I like the way you look when you look at me and put your own perverted spin on all my innocent thoughts."
"So I'm the perv, huh?"
"Mostly." He kissed her again. "Not that I'm complaining."
She looked toward the screen. "We're missing all sorts of plot here. What's that walking muck thing?"
He reached behind him and grabbed the zapper, which lay on the rug next to the ice cream container. Without looking, he pressed the pause button while waving it in the right general direction. He kept his face looking at hers.
She didn't look away, either. "Looks like you have that problem solved."
"Looks like."
She wrapped her leg around his as they started to kiss, pushing her body forward, toward him. He ran his hand under her shirt, caressing her hip, back and working around and forward. She moaned as he pinched her nipples, until his tongue silenced her. His hand reached down, and she closed her eyes and grunted. Then she started to pull away, breathing heavily.
"Sorry. Nature calls. I'm not into water sports."
She sat up and first got her knees under her, and then her feet. It felt good to get her weight off her arms. "OK. Undo me."
He looked up at her a second. "What?"
"Get the key. Undo me. Just for a minute. I gotta go."
He grabbed her keychain and stood up, reaching for the handcuffs that held her wrists behind her back. As the key went into the hole, he hesitated, just for a moment.
"Damn it, Harris. Even the frickin' CO's let you have both hands for a piss break."
That was it. He turned the key, opening the bracelet on her right wrist. She stretched her shoulders as she started walking toward the bathroom. It was nice to move her arms again.
She closed the door behind her and lifted the seat, lifting the back of the shirt as she sat. She reached into the bottom drawer of the sink deal and grabbed her mirror. No makeup so no worries there. Hair looks like a friggin' rats nest. Maybe she should get cornrows. Yeah, she'd look like a wannabe, yo, but it'd never get in her eyes in a fight, and she wouldn't have to worry about how her hair looked when she left here. She didn't get Xander's mirror phobia, but shit, everyone has something. Some people just have more than others. She ran her fingers through her hair, doing what she could, then put her mirror away.
She grabbed some toilet paper and took care of business. She washed her hands, drying them on the beach towel hanging from the shower door. She closed her eyes and steeled herself, then put her hands behind her back and clicked them around her wrists. She turned her back to the door and turned the handle. She pulled it open gently with her foot and hit the light with her elbow as she left.
He had put on fleece bottoms and a white tank top. He had a longneck for himself and a can of Sprite with a bendy straw for her.
"I think I clicked it too tight."
"I can fix that." He pulled her keys from his pocket and loosened the right cuff. "You know, you don't need to wear these."
"Cut the crap, Harris. You know and I know we need 'em." Then, quieter. "It's not like it's the full four-piece or anything. You don't hog-tie me. Just give it a rest."
"I don't like it."
"Then undo me and kiss me. You got the keys."
She didn't turn to face him, so she couldn't read his face. She did know he didn't speak. She did know she didn't hear the keys. She did know he didn't touch her arms.
"Let's watch the rest of the damn movie."
They didn't speak much for the rest of the movie. Her Sprite sat between them, and she would lean over and sip through the straw. The little girl turned the water on full-blast on the muck thing. They threw in a rope and pulled a bicycle and a roomful of other crap out of it. Turned out it was a spirit, a river spirit, and once you pulled out all the crap, it flew away, clean and beautiful and free.
They just had to pull out all that crap.