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JJ groggily comes to. It's dark. Her head feels like it's filled with cotton and her mouth is dry. She tries to open her mouth to let out the dry dusty feeling, but it is taped shut with duct tape. This wakes her up quicker, and she realizes her hands are bound behind her back. She tries to look around, but her eyes cannot adjust to the darkness of the room.
She kicks out her feet in front of her and realizes she’s in a very small space. A vault? A broom closet? Buried alive? She tries to feel about with her hands behind her back and feels a solid stone wall. Her hands are bound together and looped to the floor. The loop chaining her to the floor is loose enough that after a few moments of struggling she manages to slip her tiny hands through it. Her hands are still bound together behind her, but she’s not pinned down if she can get to her feet.
Pushing herself up to her feet, she is dizzy, but there’s enough room for her to stand. She can feel the wall on three sides, and as she steps forward to see if there’s a fourth wall she trips over something that lets out a groan.
She realizes she’s not alone in here. She feels with her foot and there’s a person crouched in front of her. The slow awkward movements to sit up tell her that he’s just waking up as well. He sits up next to her, and she turns around to feel for his head in the dark. Her hands bound behind her, she reaches out slowly, until her hand comes in contact with a mop of wavy hair. Her fingers trace his face, and she knows it’s Spencer in here with her. Her fingers travel to his lips, and she feels the tape over his mouth as well. She manages to get her fingernail under a corner of the tape, gets a grip and then jerks her whole body to rip it off.
“Mother Fu-” he starts to shout as the tape is ripped off but she kicks him lightly to quiet him.
“Where? What?” She can hear his groggy voice in the dark.
‘Mmmmphh” Is the only noise she can answer him with.
“JJ?” He asks. He tries to stand up but realizes his hands are bound behind his back and he is looped to the floor. His large hands do not stand a chance of slipping free.
“I can’t move.” He tells her. “What are we going to do?”
“Mmmmph.” She answers back as best she can, but her words are unintelligible.
“I have an idea. Come here.”
She kneels down next to him, her eyes beginning to adjust to the dark.
“Closer.” He instructs her, and she leans in. “Closer.” His eyes are focused on her face, and his voice is quiet to keep from drawing attention.
She scoots in closer, and he leans in his head tilted. “Sorry. Stay still I’m going to try something.”
He leans in and kisses the corner of her mouth. JJ is surprised by the intimate movement, and as many times as she’s pictured Spencer kissing her, this hardly seems the time. She feels his teeth gently scrape her cheek. She realizes quickly he’s not kissing her. He’s trying to use his mouth to get a grip on the corner of the tape.
She closes her eyes, and breaths slowly, waiting as he works on getting the corner. Her heart is racing, and it’s so close to kissing it feels like a cruel taunt. She feels him get a grip on the corner between his teeth and feels him pull back. He moves slower than her quick rip, and the tape comes off halfway exposing the corner of her mouth.
“Sorry. Almost done.” He says shyly, he leans back in and pulls it half an inch more.
“Almost there.” He promises, but this time when he leans in he misses the tape and his lips brush against hers. Her body freezes. He pulls back half an inch and then leans in again, gently kissing her lips. The kiss is tender and experimental. His lips are soft and fuller than she imagined, and his breath is intoxicating. JJ leans in, returning the kiss softly. In the dark she kisses him gently, their tongues meeting experimentally between their lips. The taste of her is addictive and he has to have more.
She feels him jerk his hands against his restraints, every inch of his body demanding he reach for her, but it’s useless. His large hands can’t slip the bonds as easily as her dainty ones. He groans in frustration and she pulls away leaving him panting.
“JJ, I…”
“Can you see?” She asks in a hushed whisper.
He looks carefully at her face. It’s dark, but his eyes have adjusted enough he can just make out the outline of her. “A little.”
She stands up and turns around, so her bound wrists are closer to his face.
“What did they use to bind us?” She asks him.
“Looks like zip-ties.”
“Thank god.” She sighs in relief, “Can you tighten mine?”
“Tighten them?”
“Yes. Tight as you can.” She feels him close his mouth around the zip tie and then pull. The plastic bites into her wrists, but she tells him, “Tighter.”
“I’m hurting you.”
“It’s fine. Tighter.” She assures him. When the zip-tie is as tight as it will go, she turns away from his face, pulls her arms back as far as she can and then pulls her arms forward as quickly as possible. The zip tie digs into her skin, but she’s still bound. She brings her arms back again and repeats the motion. She can feel the plastic cutting into her skin. She pulls back again and with all the power in her body swings her arms so forcefully forward the zip tie snaps in two, and she goes crashing into the wall.
She listens to make sure no one heard the thud of her hitting the wall. She rubs her sore wrists as she listens looking for any lacerations but finds none. Nothing seems to be happening outside of their small prison.
“JJ… I’m so sorry. I was out of line. I value our friendship so much and I would never want to put that or your marriage in danger. I don’t know what came over me, and I promise it will never, ever, happen again. Please don’t-”
Before he can finish his sentence she rips the remaining tape off her face and is in his lap. She takes his head in hers and presses her lips to his, over and over passionately kissing him. He whimpers against her lips, kissing her back hungrily. This is nothing like the soft accidental kiss they’d shared. She straddles his lap and rocks back and forth making him groan.
“I want to continue this. But let’s try to get out of here alive first.” She whispers to him.
“Ok.”
He tries pulling on his zip ties the way she did, but the tie to the floor won’t let him get the leverage to break it. She looks around the small space and finds nothing in it she can use. She runs her hand through her hair in frustration as she thinks and that’s when she finds it. She pulls the bobby pin out of her hair and breaks it. Kneeling behind Spencer, she uses it to insert into the latch of the zip tie and easily pulls it open. He immediately scrambles to his feet next to her.
“Now what?” He asks. She feels through the dark until her hands press against a door. Feeling the handle she realizes it’s unlocked.
“They didn’t lock it. They must have thought the restraints would be enough.” She whispers to him.
“Do we know what’s on the other side of the door?” Spencer asks curiously.
“No but do we want to wait around here for someone to come back?” JJ replies, and Spencer doesn’t need to see her face to know the incredulous look she’s giving him.
“True. So what’s the plan?” He asks.
“We’re going to try to find a way out of here.” JJ answers vaguely, “And no matter what, we-”
“Stick together. I know.” Spencer completes her sentence before she can.
“Ok. Let’s go.” JJ takes a deep breath.
“Wait.” He takes her wrist before she can open the door.
He presses her to the wall, and cages her in with his body. Moving slowly, like he's giving her time to object, he brings his hands to her head, brushing her hair out of her face. He gently cradles her face as he presses his lips again to hers, mixing all the gentleness and passion from their first two kisses to make for the third most perfect kiss JJ has ever received in her life. Her knees buckle slightly and his hand comes to her waist to steady her, pressing her against the wall as his lips are finally free to explore hers. When he pulls back they're both breathless, eyes closed, unable to pull away from each other just yet.
“Just in case later doesn’t come.” He says, resting his forehead against hers.
“It will.” She promises, taking his hand in hers, “Stick with me.”
“Always.” He promises.
And with that, they open the door.