#unrely

She’s called to his quarters on a particularly windy day. While the delusional part of her hoped it was to take her on his sturdiest piece of furniture, she steeled herself for the possibilities that reality held.

After sweeping a clump of windblown locks from her eyes, he reveals his hand. Literally. He's holding out a length of ribbon, likely from his own stash of finery. She's confused; this isn't nearly enough to bind her wrists to the legs of his desk. Perhaps he just wants to tie them behind her back.

Pulled from her fantasizing by his throat clearing, he says "Are you amenable to that?" And while it's in Shawn's best interest to ask to what? she's too lost in the proverbial sauce to think. She nods fervently and her stomach flutters as he smiles in return. "Very well. Have a seat, then. At the couch."

She holds her dirty thoughts close, closer than he's following behind her, following his instructions in the most innocuous way possible. As they sit, he pauses. "Actually, it'd be easier if you were on the floor."

Oh fuck, there goes her heart. She's trying hard to imagine what he has in store while keeping an outward calm. Whatever it is, she'll do it. Christ, she'll do it so fast his head will spin. While she resists the urge to lower onto her knees while staring into his ocean blue eyes, she about yells when he says "back to me, please," as if she'd missed something.

Confusion must be on her face, now. He merely holds the ribbon up, like it's obvious. Good thing she's already down, because her knees go weak. She turns around, hands at her side on the floor. "Very good."

He said it as an affirmation, mostly for himself, but Shawn's wild mind has her biting back a moan at the whiff of praise. It only worsens as she feels his hands in her hair, tingles racing down her spine as she prepares for the firm tug that will sure follow.

But it doesn't.

Instead, there is only gentle pulling as she feels her hair being sectioned into thirds. Oh. Oh. Yes, this makes far more sense.

As soon as she releases her dirty dreaming, a "Let me know if I'm hurting you," comes softly to her ear.

Huffing a laugh, she settles between his open legs, breath slowing to a normal pace as her back is cushioned against the velvet couch.