*** Summary *** Dresden lj prompt: bind. Had to do a fun bit of fluff. A bit (a lot) of a Harry/Murphy 'ship.
*** Spoilers *** book eight of the Dresden books, IWhite Night/I.
*** Disclaimer *** I'm playing with someone else's toys. No Copyright infringement intended. No money made. Hopefully everyone will treat this like a plug for Jim Butcher's Dresden Files. Very much worth reading, buying, or in our case-gifting.
*** Warning *** None, little language.
*** Distribution *** The Nook
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"Murphy. No! It's too dangerous."
"That means that you will need the help more than ever."
"No, Murphy. You can't take any more time off work."
"It's already done." Karrin Murphy placed her overnight bag next to mine. "Be a gentleman, would you Dresden and get the guns. They're in my trunk."
"No. We're going to rout out a nest of Black Court vampires."
"You're taking Molly…"
"To man the getaway car," I interrupted. Heaven only knew what Charity would do to me otherwise.
"I have experience in this, Harry. You need me or Molly will be coming back alone and you know what the White Council will do to her then."
I crossed my arms over my chest and set my jaw. "No." I was not going to cost Murphy anything more. She had already sacrificed too much.
Murphy rolled her eyes, huffed and turned toward the door.
I was already smiling in my victory when she turned back around. I felt the cold of metal and heard the clink of it connecting. Murphy held up her hand and mine followed. She had cuffed us together.
"Murphy," I growled. She still looked triumphant, so I muttered my normal unlocking spell for handcuffs.
I twisted the cuffs around and finally realized what they were: these particular cuffs were ones that Murphy had given me to reinforce. They were stronger than normal cuffs and were impervious to lock picking, both manual and supernatural. I could bust my way out of them, but it would take a lot of magic and it would hurt Murphy's wrist. I wasn't at the point of frustration where I was willing to do that yet. Especially when I knew that the easiest was to open the cuffs was to use the key that I had given Murphy with the cuffs. The key was keyed to only Murphy's aura, but that would be easy enough to overpower since I had done the key-ing.
"Give me the key, Murphy."
She looked up at me and smiled. "No. You need me, Dresden."
"Give it to me so I'll search you."
Murphy laughed. "You won't find it."
Now that was a dare I couldn't refuse. Of course, I had already gone through Murphy's purse and overnight bag and was in the midst of searching Murphy's body when Molly walked in the door.
She took in the scene in one glance and started laughing.
"Molly," I said. "It's not how it looks."
That made Molly laugh harder. I imagine that she had said the same thing to her parents a number of times. I was not a frisky teen (though I might be a frisky adult) and Molly was not my mom that I had to explain everything to.
I glared at the cop responsible for it all. "Give me the key."
"No," Murphy repeated. "We're in this together, Dresden. We're bound together now. Wherever you go, I go."
Molly's laughed subsided into giggles. "Whither thou goest, I go."
I looked to Molly. I didn't get it. Murph obviously did. She was blushing.
"Harry," Molly suggested. "Just say 'I do,' kiss the blushing bride and let's ride off into the sunset. And then I'll give you the tips that will make handcuffs a wonderful honeymoon present."
Now I was blushing. "Molly!"