Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed
Alan frowned when she found your door unlocked, slowly pushing it open and looking inside, closing the door behind her “Hello? Mel? Are you here?” She keept wandering around when she found the bedroom door opened just slightly, walking up to it and pushing it open as well, a blush instantly spreading on her cheeks and her eyes widening. “O-oh… I’m sorry!” She looked away and covered her eyes, swallowing. “Y-you need some h-help?”
With a deep sigh the wolf's head dropped to the pillow. That was the last time she would agree to handcuffs without the key already on the nightstand. It would have been a simple enough task to simply break the chains. But she didn't feel like damaging property that day. And so she was stuck waiting until he returned. Another sigh escaped when she finally heard the front door open. This time one of relief. Until the voice and scent confirmed it hadn't been the same friend.
Every inch of exposed skin flushed a light pink as the other caught an eyeful. "Um, yeah. There's some paperclips in the nightstand. Mind grabbing one?"