When Sean heard Arianna's light steps close to the table pause, he dared glance around the counter to ensure she was in position. What a position at that! Though she did seem to tense suddenly as she, he assumed, held the paper crane, the sight of her fishnet thigh-highs riding up her legs all the way to the perky curve of her rump stoked a carnal fire inside Sean. Combined with her skirt, which was torn on one side, and her black tank top, Sean almost forgot all about his plans for this night. Almost. Composing himself, Sean quickly, agily darted across the floor behind Arianna, pausing to appreciate the opportunity to gaze up her skirt at the bright orange thong greeting him, then reached down at the other ring of the handcuffs, quickly 'snicking' it around Arianna's ankle.<br/><br/>Sean knew Arianna had hyper reflexes when threatened, which gave him only a few seconds to duck back into a crouch, preparing and bracing for her expected retailiation. Most women would normally look down at the handcuffs before realizing they were trapped, but he'd trained Arianna better. When they first began working together, she was merely an asset; a means to an end. Sean had realized though very quickly that this means was damn good at her job. So, intending to invest in his means, he trained her in several lethal martial arts styles, as well as disciplining her reflexes. They formed a bond during their training, not because Sean had wanted a bond, but he had let his guard on his mind and heart slip in his determination to safeguard Arianna, and she saw right through. She had begun asking questions about his past, about how and why he'd learned to fight, and most importantly, why he cared to even train her. Sean thought he had lied to her when he'd said that he wanted to ensure her safety incase he was killed, that he was only telling her what she wanted to hear, but he found that he wasn't.<br/><br/>Through the course of their partnership together, Arianna had nurtured Seans long-buried tenderness, coaxing some passionate humanity from the otherwise stoic killer. He loved her for that. Wait, did he just think that? Just then, he realized he was supposed to be expecting a strike from the afore mentioned Arianna.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>