Handcuffed game (f/f)

[indianboy]

In the quiet, suburban town of Willow Creek, Sunday afternoons often stretched out like lazy cats in the sun. Nina, a slender, middle-aged woman with a warm smile, sat at her kitchen table, surrounded by the comforting scent of freshly baked cookies and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Her eyes scanned the pages of a well-worn book, her finger tracing the lines of text as if the words themselves were a map to some far-off place. Her glasses perched on the edge of her nose, she occasionally glanced up at the wall clock, its hands steadily marching toward four o'clock.

Her daughter, Emily, a girl of ten with a mop of unruly, chestnut hair and eyes that danced with mischief, bounced into the room. She had the energy of a coiled spring, all knees and elbows, forever eager to dive into the next adventure. "Mom, I'm bored!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the house. Nina sighed, setting her book aside. The quiet she cherished had been shattered, but she knew that look on Emily's face. It was the look of a child craving excitement, the kind that only a good old-fashioned game could provide.

"What do you want to do?" Nina asked, already expecting the inevitable request.

Emily's eyes lit up. "Can we play cops and robbers?"

Nina considered it for a moment, then with a mischievous glint in her own eyes, she agreed. "Alright, but on one condition," she said, standing up and straightening her apron. "I get to be the cop."

Emily's grin grew wider. "Deal!" she exclaimed, racing off to her room to change into her favorite hoodie, the one with the faux leather patches that made her feel like a true bandit. She grabbed a toy gun from her toy chest, her heart pounding with excitement.

Nina, on the other hand, walked into the hallway closet and pulled out a pair of real handcuffs. They were a relic from her days as a rookie police officer, a time before she became a mother and the town's beloved librarian. She weighed them in her hand, feeling the cold steel and the way the chain clinked against her palm. A twinge of nostalgia mixed with a hint of caution—these weren't the plastic kind. They were the real deal, a reminder of the seriousness that once underpinned the games she used to play.

With a grin, she decided to use them, but only if the situation called for it. She tucked them into her back pocket and strode into the living room, her eyes scanning the space with the practiced gaze of a detective. "Alright, little robber," she announced, her voice authoritative. "This is your last warning. Surrender now, or face the consequences."

Emily emerged from her hiding spot behind the couch, her eyes wide and her gun held out in front of her like a shield. "Never!" she yelled, and with that, she bolted towards the stairs. Nina took off after her, her sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor. The chase was on.

Emily slipped into her room, her heart racing like a rabbit's. She dove under the bed, giggling as she heard her mother's footsteps slow outside the door. Nina waited, listening. Her eyes narrowed as she heard the soft rustling of fabric, the sound of Emily shifting her position. "Come out with your hands up!" she called, her voice firm but playful.

The silence stretched out for a beat, and then, with a dramatic flourish, Emily rolled out from under the bed, her gun pointing at the ceiling. "You'll never take me alive, copper!" she exclaimed.

Nina was ready. She dove for Emily's wrists, catching her by surprise. With a deft twist, she managed to secure one handcuff around the girl's wrist, the metal cold and unforgiving. Emily squealed with a mix of fear and excitement, her eyes wide with shock. "You got me!" she said, a hint of admiration in her voice.

But Nina wasn't done yet. She rolled Emily onto her stomach and held her there, her knee pressing into the small of her back. "Not so fast, robber," she said, her voice a low growl. "You're going down for a double dose of justice." With a quick snap, she cuffed Emily's other wrist, effectively trapping her in place.

Emily squirmed and giggled, the thrill of being caught mixing with the sudden reality of her predicament. "Mom, wait," she panted. "You're too good at this."

Nina chuckled, her grip loosening slightly. "It's all part of the fun, kiddo," she said, patting Emily's head. But as she started to get up, a sudden jolt of panic hit her. She had forgotten one small detail. The key to the handcuffs was at her sister's house. She had borrowed them for a costume party and never returned them. Her sister, Rachel, was out of town for the weekend. Nina's heart skipped a beat as the gravity of the situation dawned on her.

"Mom?" Emily's voice was muffled by the carpet. "Is everything okay?"

Nina took a deep breath, trying to keep the alarm out of her voice. "I, uh, might have made a mistake," she admitted. "The key to these handcuffs is at Aunt Rachel's house."

Emily's giggles abruptly ceased. "What?" she squawked, struggling against the metal. "Mom, we're stuck!"

Nina bit her lip, her mind racing. "Well, it seems we have no choice," she said, trying to keep the panic from her voice. "We're going to have to continue the game for the next two days. You're my prisoner, and I'll have to keep you safe until we can get those handcuffs off."

Emily's eyes grew as round as saucers. "Two days?" she squeaked. "But what about school?"

Nina tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I'll call in tomorrow," she said. "Tell them you're sick. We'll figure out a cover story for the handcuffs."

Emily's eyes lit up with excitement. A two-day leave from school? This was better than any weekend she could have hoped for. "Okay," she said, the thrill of the unexpected adventure overriding any initial anxiety. "But we have to make it fun!"

[KissyMissy]

Ah, great start

[laz]

nice start

[Barefoot99]

awesome story so far