Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/anyone (or solo), handcuffs
Cam slipped his keys in his coat pocket as he walked through the door, smiling at the metal-on-metal sound as they tangled with the other items in his pocket. A few colorful silk scarves, a short length of rope and handcuffs. Handcuffs, for the love of god. It was going to be an interesting night. The electric thrill of it all ran through his limbs and ended up at the base of his dick. Oh yes, a very interesting night.
Not three hours before, he had walked into his office at the SGC to find an unobtrusive brown paper bag on his desk, a note scrawled over it. "Let's try a little hocus-pocus. Your place. 1930." Couldn't be any clearer than that. Of course, there was the little question of who was going to be here in...Cam checked his watch..."Good God, 15 minutes." He had to hurry.
Mama always taught him to be polite, so Cam showered up, running the electric razor over his 5 o'clock, 7 o'clock, shadow - beard burn just wouldn't do - and pondered his soon-to-arrive guest. The note was virtually indecipherable, obviously having been written on the outside of the bag after the contents were loaded. Trying to figure out who had written it was just as impossible, but he had a pretty good idea. Only two people outside the janatorial staff had keys to his office, and, well, Tony had never spared more than a quick glance for him, so he was pretty sure whoever was coming was not going to smell like bulk-purchased disinfectant. Thank god. That left Sam, who as his 2IC, co-commander, had keys to pretty much everything he owned, and Daniel, who had borrowed Cam's spare set the week before to drop off things for Vala's upcoming surprise birthday party. As sneaky as Vala was, she was unlikely to think of Cam's apartment as a place to find clues for what they planned to do by way of celebrating. Cam had noted the boxes and bags in his living room, but hadn't had the time to look. He added, "Dig around bags and choose which gift will be from me," to his mental To Do list.
Dried, he walked back into his bedroom, towel slung low across his waist. The items, let's face it, the toys lay in the middle of his comforter as Cam glanced over at the clock - 6:57pm. He froze for a moment, trying to translate the intentions of the sender. "Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound," he said under his breath as he tossed his towel back towards the bathroom, tied one the silk scarves over his eyes and ratched a handcuff around his wrist. The rope was still the unknown quantity, so he draped it across his stomach. He took a deep breath, looped the other cuff over the railing of his head board and tightened the other side over his left wrist as the front door to his apartment opened.
"Mitchell? Got your magic wand out?"
Cam's heart skipped a beat. Daniel.
"Back here."
"Hey, Cam! I hope you didn't try out those magic handcuffs yet because they, uh..."
"Sam grabbed the set from her bedside table rather than the ones we picked up for Vala's birthday party," Daniel said, teasing Sam as he walked down the hall towards Cam's bedroom.
"Oh c'mon, they looked the same!"
"I'm not disputing that, Sam. It's more the fact that you have them."
"I believe, SamanthaCarter, you have been exposed," rumbled Teal'c's deep voice.
Cam felt the whoosh of air across his still-damp body as the door to his bedroom opened.