She knew him, knew what he was implying. If possible the idea made her feel even wetter between her thighs; mostly she liked it when he was the one in control in the bedroom, but that just made the times he wasn't in control all the more fun.

"I could help you with that." There was a set of handcuffs, government issue, in each of the drawers. If Hotch ever found out what they used them for, sometimes, Dave would get an earful. It was a good thing he didn't know. She leaned over, taking the ones out of his drawer, closing one side around a bar of the wrought iron headboard.

"Need your wrist, babe."