"It becomes a You problem when we take you away in cuffs" - Kate Whistler
So, who is gonna write the smutty Kacy fic involving cuffs???
We need it.
If you'd asked Lucy before that night, she would have sworn on her favorite pair of jeans that this would be the last thing Kate would be into. They'd played with the idea of - not bondage, Kate hates that word - restraints, and Kate had admitted being intrigued by the idea.
Lucy knows never to expect unbridled enthusiasm for new ideas - Lord bless her, Kate is not the most adventurous of women, and being with Lucy probably took her close to her lifetime quota as it is.
But in the year since Kate's heartfelt declaration - in song, no less - Kate has made efforts to not discount Lucy's admittedly quirky ideas right out of the gate. Lucy even managed to get her to agree to try that Ethiopian restaurant a few weeks ago. So what if she had to both keep the destination secret and get Kate to a point where she was almost crazy with lust, and would have agreed to anything. It still counts, right?
So yes, restraints. Lucy was thinking something elegant and tasteful like silk scarves and maybe some mood music, and probably a few fruity cocktails before that - not that she'd given restraining Kate much thought, aside from the fantasies she sometimes let herself contemplate at work when it was slow and Jesse and Kai were busy. But she definitely hadn't expected Kate to ask her that morning, mid-breakfast, if she'd used her cuffs on anyone (no), and if she'd given some thought to using them on Kate (maybe once or twice).
And now it's basically all that Lucy's thought about all day. To the point that Jane sent her home early, because she was so distracted she'd had to redo the same requisition form three times, and she still had gotten the dates wrong. And now she's home - well, at Kate's - and she's so wired she's half worried Kate will send her away.
