Dragon's Delight

Linked, Part 2

As we basked in the afterglow of some of the hottest sex we had ever had, reality gradually began to sink in.

"Definitely worth it," he said, "but we do have a problem here." Then with the slightest edge to his voice, he said, "I hate to ask a stupid question, but why didn't you separate the keys and leave one somewhere else?"

"Well, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing," I explained. "They were right there in my bag. They were supposed to be a surprise for date night, but, you know, you looked so cute going up the stairs, and then you looked kind of hot going up the stairs. You know what seeing your hair down like that does to me! So I just grabbed them out of my bag and ripped them out of the package, and, well, you remember what happened then, and...here we are."

I was still a bit giggly, but he was starting to lose his sense of humor. "Well how hard could these actually be to get out of? They're just cheap sex store handcuffs, right?"

I winced a little as I said, "I kind of bought the best ones they had. Top of the line. I wanted the experience to be...authentic."

"Well, you have really small hands," he pointed out. "Try to squeeze your hand out of the cuff." I tried and tried, but managed to accomplish nothing except making my hand and wrist red and sore. This pain on top of what had been building up during sexy fun time was starting to irritate me a little, too.

"I can't get it off," I said. "What about you, Mr. double-jointed Gumby toes? Let's see some Gumbying!"

"I can't get out of it either," he admitted. "There has to be something we can use to pry them open."

I tilted my head and said, "Like what?"

"I don't know! Something!" He pulled hard at the cuff three or four times in frustration, banging my hand into the drawer handle with each yank.

Now I was really irritated. But then I had an idea. "Hey Siri," I said loudly to the room in general, "how do I get out of handcuffs?"

Siri promptly replied, "OK. I found this on the web for how do I get out of handcuffs. Check it out."

"Well, shit," he said. "That doesn't do us any good if we can't read it. Where's your phone? I think I left mine on the bar."

"In my jeans pocket. There's some way you're supposed to be able to get Siri to read aloud, but I don't know how."

"We'll just have to have Siri school later then, won't we?" he half snapped. "Right now, we need to get to that phone."

"And just how are we going to do that? We can't reach it, and we can't exactly take the dresser with us," I said emphatically.

"But we can take the drawer!" he exclaimed, very proud of himself. "Wait a minute..." he said, thinking aloud, "We don't have to get the handcuffs off. We just have to get the handle off this drawer!"

"OK. Good idea! How do we do that?"

"Surely we can just yank the drawer handle off!" he said as he prepared for a monumental pull.

"STOP!" I yelled. "This dresser belonged to my great-grandmother. You are not going to just yank at it."

"Didn't seem to bother you before," he replied pointedly.

"That was in the heat of the...never mind! No yanking!"

"Fine! No yanking. Then we'll have to just unscrew the face plate." Inspecting it, he said, "Ugh, the screws are really countersunk, though. Um, you have nails! Use your nail to turn the screw."

"The hole is really small! I can't even get my pinky nail in there."

"OK, so what we need is a really small screwdriver. Ooh, I have that set my dad gave me. It has every size known to man, or woman for that matter. And it has that cute little travel set with all the teeny, tiny screwdrivers that you can use to....Holy shit! I think it's in the junk drawer downstairs!"

"All right, so we have to get downstairs. We'll have to take the drawer with us."

We opened the drawer and began rapidly emptying it, forming a pile of socks and underwear on both sides. Without anything in it, the drawer was still a bit heavy, but manageable. We walked with it between us, using our free hands to steady it.

When we got to the door frame, I almost tripped over my jeans, but then I motioned for him to put the drawer down and started digging through my pockets.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Siri!" I answered.

"Oh, Siri always has a million steps to it. All we need is a screwdriver, and I know exactly where one is!" he stated with confidence.

"And how exactly are we going to get down the stairs?" I asked.

"We'll just have to be careful," he said.

"We are soooo going to end up on Sex Sent Me to the ER!"

A/N: This is "Linked, Part 2." If you want to know how they got here, read "Linked, Part 1," and if you want to know the end, read parts 3 and 4.