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"I still fail to see how you've blamed me for this."
"They're your siblings."
"And how is that my fault?!"
Penelope shot a glare at him, tugging harshly at the handcuffs that bound her and Colin together. He let out a grunt when the cuffs scraped against his already sore wrist. Hyacinth had sneaked into the living room while he and Pen were dozing during a movie on the couch, deciding it was the perfect opportunity to attempt a trick from Gregory's new magic book. He had been perfecting the trick all week and Hyacinth thought she'd give it a try. Long story short, the friends woke up cuffed together and a nervous-looking Gregory was scanning the pages of his magic trick book, looking for a solution to get the metal contraption to unlock while Hyacinth paced back and forth.
"Why don't you just use the key?" Colin had asked.
Gregory gulped. "I, uh, I lost it?"
A small tiff had broken out between the four of them. Violet had to come into the room and break it up. Or rather, she pulled Colin off Gregory, who was attacking Hyacinth, Penelope unfortunately caught in the crossfire between siblings, and told them she would see about finding a pin to jimmy the locking mechanism. Then Colin and Penelope got into another small tiff with each other over the fact that she was supposed to be going on a date in a few hours.
They sat in silence, staring at the blank TV screen, each sporting exaggerated pouts on their faces. Violet had already tried a few times to unlatch the lock to no avail. Then they tried sliding their hands out, but no matter how small Peneleope's wrist was, the metal would not give and they both ended up with sore, swollen hands. Violent ended up calling a lock-smith, but he wouldn't be there for hours, so Penelope had to call and cancel her date and she was placing blame on Colin, even though it should be directed at Hyacinth and Gregory. But she adored Gregory and his silly little crush on her, and Hyacinth was just a kid. Colin was not amused by any of it.
"Who was the date even with?"
"Harry."
"Potter?"
"Dankworth, you buffoon!"
Colin bit back a smile, knowing exactly who she was talking about. He nudged her with his elbow and she groaned, refusing to look at him. He tried again, but her frown only deepened further. Finally resorting to a more drastic measure, Colin practically tackled her to the cushions, earning a delightful squeal of laughter from his best friend. He settled on top of her, his head on her chest, nuzzling into her generous bosom. Their arms were twisted awkwardly, but neither cared. They let the anger slowly dissipate as they cuddled together, never able to stay mad at each other for long.
"Are you mad cause you wanted to makeout with him?"
She snorted, her chest shaking with giggles. "No, I'm not mad about that. He just seemed nice and I was excited. Besides, I don't need an official date to makeout with someone."
He lifted his head, his hair in slight disarray from his earlier scuff with his siblings, his blue eyes shining. "Oh really?"
She barely had time to lick her bottom lip before he attacked. His mouth was soft, yet demanding on hers. She sighed into the kiss, her hand cupping his jaw as he settled himself more comfortably on top of her, his pelvis pressed flush between her thighs. It didn't take long for their mouths to open, their tongues brushing together as their lips smacked and sucked. Their kisses were always slow and sensual when they did this, neither of them in a hurry to move things along or break apart.
Penelope groaned, her wrist beginning to ache, her fingers itching to play with his hair, but the handcuffs restricted her movement, their arms trapped between their bodies and the couch. Colin sensed her annoyance and parted their lips momentarily to sit up. He growled a curse under his breath, lifted their cuffed hands, and with a small flick of his fingers, the lock came undone.
Penelope stared up at him in awe. "What the fuck?!" she exclaimed as he removed the cuffs and tossed them across the room. "Did you know how to do that the entire time?"
"Of course not," he rolled his eyes. "But you underestimate my determination when it comes to needing to touch your breasts."
Before she could reply, his hands were on her chest, his palms kneading her tits, and Penelope moaned, arching into him. He leaned back down to kiss her, their tongues meeting before their lips did. They writhed against each other, her hips canting up to rub herself along the seam of his jeans, her leggings becoming damp with arousal. Penelope dragged her lips from his, pressing kisses along his jaw, and then down to his neck, her tongue licking and lips sucking over his throat. Colin rolled his hips harder into hers, his erection receiving a glorious friction, and his eyes closing as she attacked his neck with kisses and nips of her teeth.
A gasp suddenly sounded at the door and the pair froze in place on the couch, glancing over to see Hyacinth and Gregory standing in the doorway, Gregory shocked and a little disappointed, and Hyacinth sporting a smirk.
"Mum! They're snogging again!" she called out to Violet.
Penelope and Colin scrambled into more appropriate positions on the couch, fixing their hair and wiping their mouths, but it was no use. Violet entered the room, her face stern.
"Again?" she exclaimed, pushing Hyacinth out the door. "I've told you two before to stop defiling my furniture! Especially in front of the children!"
Penelope and Colin sheepishly apologized, standing from the couch immediately. Violet sent them another harsh glare of warning and then left the room. Gregory walked in after noticing they were no longer handcuffed together and picked up the discarded play toy off the ground.
"How'd you get them off?" he asked curiously, peering at the metal cuffs.
"Determination," Colin answered simply with a shrug. "Pen, let me show you that book. In my room."
"Oh, yes, I'm very excited to see that book."
They quickly strode out of the room, practically running up the stairs, and ignored Gregory's shouting after them.
"Colin, you broke my handcuffs!"