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as she felt the cold metal on her wrists, and a too familiar clink, moira chuckled softly, looking up at them with a raised eyebrow. "you afraid i'm gonna run out or something?" she teased, hands making the handcuffs rattle gently, relaxing back into the bed as she watched them, the anticipation and heat coiling in her stomach.












