Desmond was tense.

The only thing he could see before his eyes at the moment was dark, light-proof fabric that was hiding his eyes, preventing him from seeing anything around and next to him. But he still could hear, and he didn’t even need to prick his ears to hear slow, soft footsteps on the floor, maybe, a few feet away from him.

The bed creaked under someone’s weight. Desmond tensed even more at the sound, but immediately relaxed when a warm, almost hot hand rested on his cheek.

“You could at least take off your pants,” you said as you sat down next to him, your voice sounding accusative. “Your hoodie is easier to deal with than those damned jeans of yours.”

Desmond smiled, raising his head slightly and turning it towards the sound.

“You didn’t let me do that,” he reminded, lowering his head back on the pillow. “Therefore, now it’s entirely your problem.”

You chuckled softly, The mattress beneath you creaked loudly again as you climbed fully onto the bed and moved to position yourself over him.

“Oh, don’t you dare to sit on me,” Desmond hurried to say, shifting on the sheets to take a more comfortable pose. “You’re heavy, and I would prefer to keep those hands. At least, take the handcuffs off me first if you’re going to do that anyway.”