Chapter 17 by earpsrhot

What is Wynonna's idea? And, as ever, how embarrassing is it for Waverly?

Handcuffs

Wynonna walked to her bedside, bending over to find what she was looking for, and she stood up in triumph as she pulled them from the door. Two linked circles hung from her finger.

Waverly blushed.

"You want me to put on handcuffs?!" Waverly squealed.

"Give me one better plan to stop your hands going places they really shouldn't," Wynonna said.

"I..." Waverly blushed. "Why do you even have those?!"

"Look, I don't ask about half the shit I see in your room after Nicole's visited, you don't ask about these, deal?" Wynonna said.

Waverly's cheeks blazed even more.

"Deal," Waverly said quickly.

Wynonna took a cautious step closer to the bed, holding the restraints and clearly expecting Waverly to turn around. Waverly hesitated. She needed her hands for non-demon things! Covering up for one, if she couldn't wear clothes. And if she needed to ask for Wynonna's help while nude for however long this last...

"They're... fluffy," Waverly said eventually.

"Is that a problem?" Wynonna said.

"Just, Nicole's aren't..."

"TMI! TMI!" Wynonna said quickly.

"She's a cop!" Waverly said indignantly. "That's all I meant! We've only used hers, like, once anyway and..."

Waverly squeaked and fell silent. She rolled over just to avoid needing to meet her sister's eyes, and swallowed as she felt the handcuffs click over her wrists, trapping her hands behind her back.

It seemed like she'd be like this for a while.