Handcuffs and Hotel Rooms (Reina/Puck)

She knew sleep like only the gods knew.

Sleep came hard for Reina. It wasn’t elusive or anything, it’s didn’t escape her. It simply didn’t come. There was a word for it but it escaped her, or maybe there was a word for it that she made up. One of those. Regardless of the situation, though, Reina always found a way to end up oblivious to the world, in her very own form of hibernation. The cure to her sleepless disease? Lots of booze, drugs and pretty women. It wasn’t an elegant solution but it was one that suited her. It had the added benefit of helping her forget her own despair, to make that hollow, black empty feeling inside of her chest throb just a little less. And while she knew it was selfish, the feeling she got waking up in an empty room made that icy feeling crawl over her, making the blood in her veins slow to a crawl until it gripped her heart and constricted till she couldn’t handle the pain. A friend of hers back in Suraja called it a ‘panic or anxiety attack’, for whatever the good that did her.

So, yeah…she liked to wake up with company.

And she could almost wish this was the first time her groggy ass woke up tied to some object she didn’t remember being tied to. There were times, yes, that she’d woken up and been handcuffed to someone completely intentionally. Reina could feel her brain boot up, the loading screen of her mindscape taking just a little longer to warm up this time around. She growled, though the noise sounded more ‘dear god why am I awake?’ and not ‘wake me up and I’ll kill you.’ There were…subtle differences. Then the voice on the other end of her handcuffed arm spoke, the world trembled. Or maybe it was the hangover. As skilled as she was, Reina knew she couldn’t get an actual god in bed…could she? She pondered this a moment more until the tugs became harder.

“Mmm’up,” she grumbled, tossing the blanket off of her before she sat up. That was a mistake, of course, making the world spin on its axis until she thought time might actually reverse cause…it wasn’t supposed to spin that way, right? But that feeling was going to come either way and she knew it, so better to get it out of the way now rather than later. “Was’happenin’?”

No, now that her mindscape was up and running at about half capacity, she still couldn’t remember falling asleep in handcuffs willingly, and the girl she was connected to looked angry, so…that was an indicator, right? Taking a moment to see if her modesty was intact Reina looked down. No…no modesty there. But whatever, this particular blond wasn’t going to be the last one to see her naked this week, much less at any other point in her future. The next real step in her question was to…take a step. She scooted to the end of the bed after throwing off her covers, fully aware of keeping her arm extended as the handcuffs went taunt. She sat at the edge and slowly got herself up, relieved that the hangover she was now suffering wasn’t going to punish her equilibrium as severely as it could have. Reina didn’t attempt to stifle the yawn and half stretch she did, getting onto her tippy toes to get that real good stretch in. When she came back down she smacked her lips some and ran fingers through her hair, her hand automatically shuffling itself about when it encountered snarly resistance.

“Ya’wanna joint dere, Goldilocks?” Reina asked as she reached to the nearest table and pulled what could only be one of her drunken masterpieces that escaped consumption the previous night. “Ah make’em good, trust’meh.”

“Ya really not’beh ‘memberin’?” Reina asked, taking a moment from her delicious joint to look a tad crestfallen at the other woman’s lack of memory. “Nuttin’? Not’duh long stares intah each other’s eyes? Tha kiss? All’dah body kisses an’ takin’ shots off’yer belleh? None of dat?”

Reina sighed, her countenance taking on the appearance of someone who’d just been told her cat just died. She looked away as she took another hot off the joint before going over to the bed and sitting down. She was fully aware that she was naked but it didn’t seem to matter. The other woman had obviously seen her naked, after all, and after that there wasn’t much of a reason to keep modesty afloat. She tugged at the handcuffs lightly, indicating she wanted Goldilocks to sit near her.

“Wasn’t a good day’fer meh, what lil’ah recall at dis moment. But you…naw, ah’ve done a lotta shit in’mah life but you…you were right, ya know?” The thief put a hand to her chest, smiling as she did so. “Mah heart pounded. Been awhile since somthin’ like’dat happened. Ah’member sittin’ at’da bar, bah mahself. Usually starts off’dat way, ta’beh honest. An’…an’ ah was lonely. Kinda hard’ta admit, right? Weakness…not somethin’ peeps like’us like’ta admit. But soon’as you walked inta tha’bar…ah knew.”

Reina brought the joint to her lips, her gaze set outside of the window to the hotel room they were at as she breathed in the relaxing substance and let it out slowly. The smoke wafted away, drawing lazy circles in the air and disappeared completely before Reina looked back at the other woman. She really was beautiful, then pale skin that Reina loved so much as it contrasted sharply with her own. It wasn’t that Reina disliked women of color, no, she was an equal opportunity womanizer. But it was a box in her proverbial mind that she loved checked, and so she usually chased after them the hardest. It was a kink she was hardly ashamed of, but she knew not everyone thought as she did. If that was the case Reina was certain the world would be a better place.

“Legs’a mile long an’ ah smile dat could launch ah thousand ships, das what’ah thought when’ah saw ya. Ya looked like’ah panthah at rest, jes ready ta coil up’an strike whoevah so much as looked’atcha wrong.” Reina let a small smile come to her lips as she looked down. “Grumpy, one’could say. But ah knew, jes’by lookin’atcha. Talkin’ta ya wasn’t as hard as ah thought’it’d be. Ya glared, ah’course, but ah kept pressin’. Tol’meh ‘bout extra money ya had, but ah’was barely listenin’. Talked’fer hours, you’an’I.”

Reina stretched now, smiling as if remembering old memories from days long past. “Ye wanted meh’ta lay on mah stomach.” Reina turned slightly to show off the holographic tattoo that adorned her back. “Ya traced it’all as’ya lay next’ta meh. Asked ‘bout all mah scars, den kissed them each as’ah gave ya an abridged version’ah dem events. ‘Ventually, when ya smooched’dem all, ya turned’meh ovah on mah back and did’tha same ting, only on mah stomach. Ah turn on, ya called it, when it looked like’ya could wash yer clothes on my abs. Ah mean…ya really liked’dem. An’ da rest? Well…”

The thief trailed off, her face wistful as her voice was soft when describing the scene. She lifted up the hand that was cuffed to the other woman and smiled, wiggling it a bit to make the blonde’s hand shake. Her bottom lip went between her teeth and she bit down lightly, her hooded eyes looking sultry as her line of vision trailed from their hands to the woman’s face, then finally her neck and collarbone. The cuffed hand came up, her pointer finger extended as she gently took it and brushed it down the girl’s cheek. She was soft but firm, and those eyes were two pools that threatened to pull anyone who looked at them deep inside, never to let go. Those eyes could drown you.

“Ye wanted ta’be connected,” Reina continued as she put her hand down and took a drag from her joint with her free one. “An’ ‘fore ah knew it, we’s attached at’da wrist. You…passed out’afta three rounds’ah love makin’. Should’beh proud, really. Not many can hang like you did.”