Title: Beth vs. Space Beth: Bound for Trouble
Beth sighed dramatically, swirling her drink in one hand. The house was finally quiet for once—no Rick experiments, no Jerry whining, no Morty screaming in terror. Just peace.
At least until a familiar voice broke it.
“Drinking alone? How cliché.”
Beth turned her head, already recognizing the smug tone. Space Beth stood near the doorway, arms crossed, wearing that ever-present smirk that made Beth both irritated and… something else she wasn’t ready to analyze.
“If you came here to be a jackass, congrats, you can leave,” Beth quipped, taking a slow sip.
Space Beth strolled over instead, lazily tossing something between her hands. A sleek, metallic device. “Actually, I came to test something out. And you’re the perfect guinea pig.”
Before Beth could react, Space Beth flicked the device, and thin, futuristic cords shot out, wrapping snugly around Beth’s wrists, pinning them above her head against the couch.
Beth blinked. “Okay. What the hell?” She tugged at the restraints. “Did you seriously just—?”
Space Beth sat beside her, stretching like she had all the time in the world. “Relax. They’re tactical restraints. But let’s be real, you’re not exactly fighting back.”
Beth rolled her eyes. “Maybe because I know I’ll get out of this and kick your ass?”
Space Beth leaned in slightly, her voice dropping just enough to be smug. “Or maybe because you’re a little curious where this is going.”
Beth’s stomach flipped slightly, but she ignored it. “Oh, please. What are you gonna do? Interrogate me?”
Space Beth tapped a finger against her chin. “Mmm… nah. I have a better idea.”
She struck without warning, fingers digging into Beth’s sides.
Beth’s reaction was instant. She jolted, a surprised laugh escaping before she could stop it. “You—haah!—you bitch!”
Space Beth grinned, undeterred, fingers skimming up Beth’s ribs, pressing into every sensitive spot with practiced precision. “Huh. Didn’t take you for the ticklish type,” she mused. “This is very interesting.”
Beth twisted, trying to kick at her, but the restraints held firm. “Oh my god—ha!—you are such an asshole!”
Space Beth chuckled, shifting to straddle Beth’s lap as she intensified her assault. “That’s funny,” she said, lazily dragging her fingers up Beth’s sides before giving a quick, wicked squeeze to her hips. “Because right now, I’m the one with all the power.”
Beth gasped, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. “I—hah!—I swear, when I get out of this, I’m—”
“Gonna what?” Space Beth’s voice dropped lower, teasing. “Beg me to stop? Admit I’m the superior Beth?” Her fingers slowed, tracing light, barely-there patterns against Beth’s stomach. “Or are you enjoying this a little more than you want to admit?”
Beth’s face was already flushed from laughter, but now it burned for an entirely different reason. Space Beth’s fingers hovered just above her skin, her touch featherlight, and the way she was leaning in—close, confident—made Beth’s breath hitch.
Beth huffed, trying to regain some composure. “Oh, you wish I was into this.”
Space Beth cocked her head. “Do I?” She dragged a single finger down Beth’s arm, smirking at the way Beth shivered involuntarily. “Because you’re still not telling me to stop.”
Beth bit her lip, suppressing a response she wasn’t ready to process. “You are so insufferable.”
Space Beth laughed. “And yet, here you are. Helpless.”
Beth growled in frustration, testing the restraints again. “Oh, you’re so dead when I get out of this.”
Space Beth leaned in just a little closer, lips hovering near Beth’s ear. “Guess I better make it worth it then.”
Her fingers resumed their torment, and Beth’s laughter filled the room once more.
And if there was something a little charged in the way Space Beth watched her squirm… well, neither of them was ready to talk about that just yet