Burn Notice, Michael/Sam/Fiona, aphrodisiac, 1/2
I know that I have enemies after me, just like I know that there is a bug under the backseat and remote-controlled explosives attached to the bottom of my car. Yet I've spent so much time on improving this hunk of junk that I doesn't really want to ditch it somewhere, no matter how much it would minimise the collateral.
Sometimes a spy has to take a risk, and tracking the bug could lead me straight to who burned me. So I have to provide a handle, 'leverage' for the people who're listening at the other end.
The most common form of blackmail as a way to get someone to do what you want is to threaten your loved ones, so I have to provide some 'loved ones'...therefore, I'm going to use my closest friends as bait.
Sam, is of course, easy. I call him up, he comes over to my apartment, complains a lot, slaps me on the ass, raids my fridge of the yoghurt. Great, now I'll have to buy more.
Fiona is...slightly more difficult. She has a life, as she's told me several times, usually right before biting hard into some delicate part of my anatomy, so I'll just have to promise her some...action. That's easily enough done - it is very simple to lie over a phone.
After Fiona is let in (dodging the shotgun tied to the door) she glares distastefully at Sam, who is deliberately eating his yoghurt noisily (there's yoghurt dripping down his chin, which is both really disgusting and really arousing, but there's no time for this now.)
"What did you want, Michael?" Fiona sashays up to me and trails a hand down my neck and fingers my lapels. I can only stand rigid; I don't want to alienate Sam.
"Yeah," the Sam in question grunts.
I look around for a seat and sink onto the less stable one available, Fiona curling up on my lap. Sam is staring at us now, an uncertain look on his face. He gestures with his spoon. "Get a room!"
I take a deep breath and choke on Fi's hair, explaining the situation.
Yes, I will use my friends as bait, but not without their knowledge. Sam's eyes grow wider and wider and his frame is jiggling slightly with heavy breath while Fi leaves a sticky stain on the front of my trousers.
It appears that to both of them, having sex in a booby-trapped car out in the boonies while trying to disable explosives is very arousing.