"I don't understand. It's not where it usually is and no-one enters my cubicle without a reason or a death wish-"

He knew that motion from years back, had been plagued with it in his memory for the years since, wanted nothing more in the world than to see it in every day of their future.

She looked over to Mac, a pair of black and silver fluffy handcuffs hanging from his finger. "I don't think these would be as effective as our own..." he announced, a smirk in his voice.

"I mean, let's face it, it's the most exciting thing to have happened in bed with him yet, right? Am I right?" he points to the flicker of emotion on her face. "I'm right."

She should be pissed. She should be distraught. She should feel used, violated, untrusting. But she doesn't. She feels excited.