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Hi. This is my sentence, well actually my 2 words! "Try me" Lisbon to Jane or Jane to Lisbon, it doesn't matter. I don't know if someone else said the same, please let me know :)

damnit-jane:

Hi, and thanks for requesting! Fun with props! ;)

:) Enjoy!

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He watched her cross the room, the darkness encasing her in shadows, the only glint of light was whatever the moonbeams were hitting in her hands.

"I want to be the good cop this time," Jane told her, his gaze falling in line with her shadow moving to the edge of the bed. 

"Fine," she told him, climbing on the bed and working her way up his body, straddling over his waist. "Bad cops have more fun."

He felt something cold hit his chest as her fingernails scraped the flesh at his rib bones, running down over his sides and back. The hard object clinked down onto the mattress, and he felt it drag up across his skin, following her hands up his chest sides.

"What the hell is that?" Jane asked, gasping as he felt Lisbon glide her hands over each of his arms. "It’s cold!"

"Shh," she whispered softly, lifting both of his arms in the air and leaning forward to gain leverage as she pushed them against the slatted headboard behind his head. "You have the right to remain silent," she told him. "I would advise that."

Jane attempted to loosen her grip on his wrists by turning his hands this way and that, but Lisbon gripped tighter, the clanking of the object in her hands loud in his ear as it banged against the oak.

"Teresa," he started. "Are you using handcuffs?!"

"Resisting arrest has a steep penalty," she told him, bringing the object up and closing it around one of his wrists. "Try me!"

Lisbon bent down and kissed his neck, lingering kisses up to his ear. She felt him heave under her; a chill running through him as her hot breath permeated against his eardrum. 

"You’re under arrest," she told him, bringing herself straight again to bend down and kiss him on the lips.

His return kiss was hungry and needy. The warmth of her siting on him combined with her lips against him nearly drove him over the edge. He could hear her lungs gasping for air as the kiss deepened automatically. He wanted to touch her … everywhere, but she still had a firm grasp on one of his wrists, and the other was handcuffed to the headboard.

"What’s the charges, Officer?" he asked, letting go of her lips and panting. "Resisting arrest? If so, what’s the penalty?"

Lisbon reached up and placed the other side of the handcuffs on Jane’s right wrist, closing it with a loud snap. He felt her rock backward in her straddle, and he groaned loudly at the sensation that rippled from his groin. He felt her hands resting behind her on his knees, and saw her shake her head in the moonlight from the window. He could see the smile on her face. She was enjoying playing the bad cop. Normally, she loved playing good cop, because she enjoyed the punishment she was given from Jane, the bad cop.

"Not resisting arrest, no," she explained. "The first offense would be indecent exposure."

As if to prove her point, he felt her lean forward once again, bringing her hands over each naked hip bone on either side of her and caressing the silky flesh. Her hands ran lightly over his belly button, falling a little to the start of his pelvic bone, where she felt the start of rough patches of hair beneath her fingers. She heard his breathing hitch; a haughty growl of pleasure. She laughed. She knew how desperately he wanted to touch her, but could not. It wasn’t her fault that he decided to change up roles. She suspected if he knew what she planned, he would have wanted to stay bad cop. But she loved this role… she was in control, and she had the power to do what she wanted, and he was helplessly made to take it. He loved it, no doubt. No doubt at all.

"I’m not sorry for it, then," he growled. 

"Oh, I am aware," she answered.

He watched as her hands went to herself. Her hands floating over her own ribcage, drifting down to her belly button, rubbing gently, before ascending back up to cup her breasts in her hands. Punishment for such things should be swift and quick, but effective.

"Not fair!" he shouted. "This isn’t role playing! This is torture!"

As if to tease him once more, she leaned forward so that her breasts were inches from his face. She knew he couldn’t lean forward enough to touch them with his face or mouth, and she tipped her head back and laughed loudly.

"You don’t like my punishment? I think it’s fair …" she pressed down on his chest and lifted herself straight again.

She could feel him under her, his body rigid and wanting. Her own need was growing, and she felt he was suffering enough. She bent down again and gave him a kiss before working herself backward, off his waist and straddling his legs.

"Oh, alright," she told him. "I’ll grant you bail."

"Bail?" he whispered, feeling a hand on him where his skin was stiffest.

Lisbon didn’t answer, instead bending down and giving him the best bail he had ever had or wanted ever again. The handcuffs banged gently against the wood with each jerk backward of his body. 

Being bailed out was the best.

@thessmusicinurlife I fixed it to include your sentence (bolded). Sorry about that!

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ssaraerika reblogged your post:
I won’t n__n Yeah you’re right, I just wish we had…

Me, too. It’s a bit of a disappointing story line when all things are considered.

ssaraerika    
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Goodnight 

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mariahgem asked,

OMG I JUST READ TODAY'S FICLET! AHAHAHA BAIL. NICE! I liked it! BAIL IS AWESOME

The type of “bail” he got was spectacular, no doubt xD never saw it coming…. (pun intended)

mariahgem    
Anonymous asked,

Ah Lisbon, just what do you intend to do with those?

damnit-jane:

There was a fire burning in her eyes the moment the door closed behind her. Pressing her body to his, she guided Jane backward until his knees gave out and he plopped onto the soft bed behind him. Her body fell onto his and she lifted herself into a sitting position on his lap.

"This is new," he mused, reaching up to move her loose hair behind her ear. "Can’t say I don’t like it."

"Me taking control is new?" she shot back playfully, her hands running the length of his naked chest.

"Touche," he answered.

Lisbon ascended back up his body and lifted one of his hands above his head, placing it flush against the slatted headboard behind him. Before he could answer or protest, she bent down and her fiery mouth was on his; breathing in everything he gave her, she moaned wildly as Jane’s loose hand came to rest on her cheek, pressing her mouth even closer.

"What has gotten into you, tonight?" Jane asked as they both panted and gasped for pure air. "I’m not complaining but…" he trailed off.

"Just trying to spice things up a little," she replied.

Jane watched as she took her free hand and reached down to her belt on her pants. He heard the pop of a closure opening and then the flash of steel clambering together as the wicked smile unfurled across her soft, delicate face.

"Ah, Lisbon," he cracked, "just what do you intend to do with those?"

Lisbon chuckled softly as she leaned over him and latched her handcuffs under the slat so that the loops were free and secure so he couldn’t free himself, the middle of the cuffs resting on one of the nails that held the headboard in place so the cuffs wouldn’t slide. She brought his free hand up to the next slat. Jane watched her as she took the cuffs and clicked each around his wrists so that his arms were spread eagle against the board with no way to lower them.

"I have a duty to uphold the law," she told him, resting her hands back on his bare chest. "And you’ve been very, very naughty."

"Really?" Jane smirked. "And what did I do that was so bad?"

"It’s not what you did, Patrick," she told him. "It’s what you’re going to do."

Jane pulled down to test the strength of the handcuffs: really strong. He watched as Lisbon’s hands slid to his belt, and he could feel her pull on his zipper.

"Uh," he hesitated, not really wanting to interrupt her. "You have a key for these, right?"

She nodded.

"If you are a good boy," she said, pulling at his pants so they loosely hung from his hips, "I will let you go."

"How will I know if I was a good boy or not?"

"You’ll know," she smirked.

Lisbon backed up off the bed and pulled her shirt over her head, followed by her pants. Climbing back on top of Jane, she gave the handcuffs one more tug before reaching over and turning out the light on the nightstand.

Only the sound of deep panting, the handcuffs banging against the headboard and the flashing of the steel was left in the darkness.

Here is my first Handcuffs story…I knew it was here somewhere!

Fic    
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maryjean20 asked,

I just read about you are canceling your Ficlet Friday, is very sad! I love reading your stories! but I understand you! is hard work not be valued, I stay with an idea for one of your stories :'( but I didn't see your call to send you, anyway, I still have your usual fanfic! I understand your lack of time! so I will be patient to read you again. Buen Dia Shena.

People just don’t seem as interested, and that’s okay! :) But if anyone has fic prompts, M rated or not, they can always be sent and I will do my best to  do it. <3 There is always Fading Insecurities :P Buenos Dias, my dear.

maryjean20    
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Anonymous asked,

oh holy shit craps youve done the handcuffs thing fauq

That was actually my 2nd handcuffs Jisbon story. The other one I can’t find off hand. xD

Anonymous    
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Anonymous asked,

damn ur new fic made me aroused rotffl is that rude of me????

Not rude at all. We all need to let that freak flag fly once in a while, you feel me? Even if we gotta read it to do it. Though, handcuffs really do hurt after a while, dig into the wrist and leave marks.

nah I wouldn't know that from personal expierence    nahhh    Anonymous    
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Hi. This is my sentence, well actually my 2 words! "Try me" Lisbon to Jane or Jane to Lisbon, it doesn't matter. I don't know if someone else said the same, please let me know :)

Hi, and thanks for requesting! Fun with props! ;)

:) Enjoy!

—-

He watched her cross the room, the darkness encasing her in shadows, the only glint of light was whatever the moonbeams were hitting in her hands.

"I want to be the good cop this time," Jane told her, his gaze falling in line with her shadow moving to the edge of the bed. 

"Fine," she told him, climbing on the bed and working her way up his body, straddling over his waist. "Bad cops have more fun."

He felt something cold hit his chest as her fingernails scraped the flesh at his rib bones, running down over his sides and back. The hard object clinked down onto the mattress, and he felt it drag up across his skin, following her hands up his chest sides.

"What the hell is that?" Jane asked, gasping as he felt Lisbon glide her hands over each of his arms. "It’s cold!"

"Shh," she whispered softly, lifting both of his arms in the air and leaning forward to gain leverage as she pushed them against the slatted headboard behind his head. "You have the right to remain silent," she told him. "I would advise that."

Jane attempted to loosen her grip on his wrists by turning his hands this way and that, but Lisbon gripped tighter, the clanking of the object in her hands loud in his ear as it banged against the oak.

"Teresa," he started. "Are you using handcuffs?!"

"Resisting arrest has a steep penalty," she told him, bringing the object up and closing it around one of his wrists. "Try me!"

Lisbon bent down and kissed his neck, lingering kisses up to his ear. She felt him heave under her; a chill running through him as her hot breath permeated against his eardrum. 

"You’re under arrest," she told him, bringing herself straight again to bend down and kiss him on the lips.

His return kiss was hungry and needy. The warmth of her siting on him combined with her lips against him nearly drove him over the edge. He could hear her lungs gasping for air as the kiss deepened automatically. He wanted to touch her … everywhere, but she still had a firm grasp on one of his wrists, and the other was handcuffed to the headboard.

"What’s the charges, Officer?" he asked, letting go of her lips and panting. "Resisting arrest? If so, what’s the penalty?"

Lisbon reached up and placed the other side of the handcuffs on Jane’s right wrist, closing it with a loud snap. He felt her rock backward in her straddle, and he groaned loudly at the sensation that rippled from his groin. He felt her hands resting behind her on his knees, and saw her shake her head in the moonlight from the window. He could see the smile on her face. She was enjoying playing the bad cop. Normally, she loved playing good cop, because she enjoyed the punishment she was given from Jane, the bad cop.

"Not resisting arrest, no," she explained. "The first offense would be indecent exposure."

As if to prove her point, he felt her lean forward once again, bringing her hands over each naked hip bone on either side of her and caressing the silky flesh. Her hands ran lightly over his belly button, falling a little to the start of his pelvic bone, where she felt the start of rough patches of hair beneath her fingers. She heard his breathing hitch; a haughty growl of pleasure. She laughed. She knew how desperately he wanted to touch her, but could not. It wasn’t her fault that he decided to change up roles. She suspected if he knew what she planned, he would have wanted to stay bad cop. But she loved this role… she was in control, and she had the power to do what she wanted, and he was helplessly made to take it. He loved it, no doubt. No doubt at all.

"I’m not sorry for it, then," he growled. 

"Oh, I am aware," she answered.

He watched as her hands went to herself. Her hands floating over her own ribcage, drifting down to her belly button, rubbing gently, before ascending back up to cup her breasts in her hands. Punishment for such things should be swift and quick, but effective.

"Not fair!" he shouted. "This isn’t role playing! This is torture!"

As if to tease him once more, she leaned forward so that her breasts were inches from his face. She knew he couldn’t lean forward enough to touch them with his face or mouth, and she tipped her head back and laughed loudly.

"You don’t like my punishment? I think it’s fair …" she pressed down on his chest and lifted herself straight again.

She could feel him under her, his body rigid and wanting. Her own need was growing, and she felt he was suffering enough. She bent down again and gave him a kiss before working herself backward, off his waist and straddling his legs.

"Oh, alright," she told him. "I’ll grant you bail."

"Bail?" he whispered, feeling a hand on him where his skin was stiffest.

Lisbon didn’t answer, instead bending down and giving him the best bail he had ever had or wanted ever again. The handcuffs banged gently against the wood with each jerk backward of his body. 

Being bailed out was the best.

thessmusicinurlife    question    
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Anonymous asked,

I thought "He is ma" was supposed to be "He is married"? Idk if that's just my thoughts or what but that's what popped into my head straight away when it happened

Nope, according to this interview, it is ‘He is many’.

"… Owain reminds us that a Season Two episode hinted that Red John may be more than one person. "On the wall of a bathroom in Mexico in blood was written, ‘He is man,’ which is believed to be short for ‘He is many.’ …"

He also confirmed it on twitter after this interview a long time ago, I think.

Anonymous    question    

2.6 & 4.1