-From your POV-

My eyes peeled open after I was able to make out that I was on my bed; I could tell from the soft blankets and pillows that smelled like a mix between my lotion and my fabric softener. All I could see was white light until my eyes adjusted. I just barely lifted my head when I made out the angry voice next to me.

"No, you moron. I don't care what the hell you wanted to rob today, do it yourself for all I care. I have something much more important to tend to and if you call and bother me again, I will come down there and make Christmas ornaments of your fingers and toes." Followed by a forceful finger slamming against the glass screen of a phone. My J. Before I say anything, I let my head fall back down to the pillows and weakly raise my hands together, clapping twice. He nearly jumps out of his skin as he snaps his head in my direction. "Doll??" I see green hair and blue eyes quickly appear over me.

"In the flesh." I say as I raise one hand up. He sighs in relief before speaking again.

"Doll, calm down you have a mild concussion and a wound where that bastard got you." he says as he lightly pushes my hand down.

"Okay okay but come here." I motion with my fingers to bring his face closer. I look into his eyes and smile before reaching a hand up and slapping him straight across the face. "That was for sending my bra to my house." he lightly checks his lip with two of his fingers to see if I drew any blood but before he can respond, I pull his face down to mine, open-mouth kissing him. "And that was for making up for it." I say. He looks at me in bewilderment.

"Doll, you.... I don't even know what to say." he says. I chuckle at him.

"You could start by telling me what the hell is on my head." I say as I scratch lightly at it.

"You have a mild concussion that is said to heal by New Years Eve and a bit of a busted lip and bruises. We put a butterfly bandage on the lip and iced the bruises, so those will be healed soon. But as for this," his finger hovers my shoulder. "He got you pretty good, but luckily he missed any vital organs. I had Scott fetch me an underground medic to come stitch you up." he explains. I lightly nod my head.

"And is my carpet cleaned?" I ask. He laughs at my concern for the cleanliness of my house.

"Yes, I had men come in and take care of the 'mess', but interestingly enough none of them could pull that throwing knife out of the wall in the hallway." he says.

"Leave it. Let it be a decoration." I smile. He hums and smiles back.

"Yes my doll, whatever you want. But you need to rest. You slept for a whole day."

"A WHOLE DAY?!" I ask him.

"Yes, you slept for a total of:" he checks his phone. "36 hours. And I have not moved since. Literally Scott brought me clothes and other things because I refused to leave you." he blabbers out. I quickly do the math before speaking.

"That means today is Christmas?"

"Yes indeed." he says.I suck my teeth.

"Shoulda said so babes." I stretch my arm down and feel around on the ground under the bed for the box. My fingers find it and grip out it as I begin to pull it up. I hand it over to him and his face twists in confusion as he examines it in his big hands. It was a box just about the size of my fist and since he made my magenta, I made his purple and green. "Well go on...." I push him. He shifts so instead of leaning next to me, he's sitting upright with his legs crossed. His hands fiddle with it until he opens it. He pulls the object out and inspects it in front of his face. I had gotten him a chunky silver ring, similar to the ones he already wore, but this one had a magenta gem in the middle of the top and on the band of it was engraved with "Property of Magenta". I had roughly guessed the size of his fingers and was hoping it fit. He looked at me and just smiled.

"If I knew any better, I'd say you were trying to court me." he giggles. He then looks back down at his hand and tries different fingers for it. It didn't fit on his middle or index finger which were too big, and his pinkie was too small. But his ring finger seemed to fit it perfect. He slid it on and looked at it before raising his hand and showing me. "Doll, you're going to make me blush here!" he jokes.

"It's not an engagement ring babes." I say. He fake-pouts.

"Can it be?" he asks. At this point, I'm not even sure if he's joking. I cross my arms and lean back against the headboard of the bed.

"A promise ring." I reason with him.

"The promise being...?" he awaits for me to answer.

"That you won't stab me in the shoulder and I won't hurl knives at your head." I say sharply. He laughs at my words.

"I didn't plan on stabbing you anyways, doll. But deal." he hums with his smile.

"Well keep digging, you're not done yet." I say as I nod my head toward the box. He looks back down and pulls at the ring cushion and tosses it aside, a devious grin growing across his face as he stares down at it. He pulls it out with one hand. Yes, I got him handcuffs. He swings the silver bracelet around his pointer finger and smiles evilly at me.

"Doll, you drive me crazier than I already am." he says.

"That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me." I say sarcastically. "Now," I start to get out of bed. He quickly puts his hands up to my arms to stop me.

"Woah woah woah, where do you think you're going sweetface?" he says.

"Out of bed." I say. He shakes his head.

"You need to rest. Especially if you're going to help me with the little Maroni crackdown on New Years." he explains. I tilt my head at his words and proceed to keep trying to get up. He chuckles as he realizes just how stubborn I am and then quickly gets on top of me, so now his legs are on either side of me and his face is inches away from mine. "Dollface, you have to rest if you want to get any better." he says with a smile. Our lips are just barely touching and he has my complete attention. He notices this and gently slides his hands up my arms, wrapping our fingers together. He then tilts his head and begins biting at the crook of my neck, causing me to let out a gaspy-moan. I close my eyes in anticipation as I feel him biting down hard on my neck.Click. I feel a coldness around my wrist before I feel him chuckling against my neck before pulling his face back.

"J- you didn't..." I say in a deep tone. He keeps laughing.

"Mmmmhm. You need to stay in bed and now you don't have a choice, do you?" he says as he climbs off me. I tug at the restraints, but to no avail. Stupid handcuffs. Note to self: No more sex toys in the future. "Now, Scott and T are going to be here all day in case you need anything. I'll turn the TV on for you and prop pillows up for you so you aren't too bored. Okay sweets?" he asks me. I give him a glare and he just smiles and pats my leg. "Good chat." he says before getting up and leaving after following with his pillow and TV promise.

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I had watched through both Captain America and Ironman and was bored out of my mind. Not to mention the tingling in my arms from lack of blood flow. I sighed out loud and then decided I was getting out of these cuffs. "Scott! T!" I shout out. A few seconds later, they both come walking into my room. "My hair is an absolute mess, d'you mind finding me a pin or a barrette or something so I can keep it out of my face?" I ask them. They hesitate for a minute before agreeing. They walk into the bathroom and I walk them through where to look for what I asked. T finds a bobby pin and brings it back to me. He had two in his hand and I directed him as to where to place the first one but when it came to the second one, I purposely tilted my head, causing the pin to fall down my nightgown. Now obviously, he wasn't going to reach down and get it, so I just laughed it off and told him it was okay. I thanked them both and asked them to close the door behind them, and they did.

Once I was alone, I quickly began moving. I had closing my legs together which caught the pin, and bent them up to my chest, moving the bobby pin with them. I used my teeth as I bent my head down some and grabbed the pin. Now this would be the hard part; I scooted all the way back to the headboard and twisted my head to the side. My middle finger just barely grazed the end of the pin. I tried a teeny bit hard and then grabbed it successfully. I put my head back in it's normal position and began undoing the pin, twisting it open and sticking it into the lock of the handcuffs. A few minutes go by before I hear a click and feel them loosen. Yes. I pull my hands close to me and massage my wrists, feeling the blood flow pick up again. I laugh at my ingeniousness and quietly tiptoe out of bed and get into the shower. I made sure to turn up the volume of the TV so they couldn't hear the sound of the shower faucet. It felt so good to wash all the sweat and dried blood off me. After I finished, I climbed out and dried off before leaving and checking my closet for some shorts and a t-shirt. I decide I'm starving, so I make my way to the kitchen.

Both of their eyes pop when they see me casually walking around the kitchen. "I won't tell if you don't." I say as I look in the fridge for something to eat.

"But boss-" T starts to protest. I turn my head slightly over my shoulder before speaking.

"Call him and tell him if either of you try to put them on me I'll break your fingers. Nothing personal." I say before turning my attention back to the fridge. "If he wants them on me so bad he should come and do it himself." I mumble out.

I was sitting on my bed with a bowl of popcorn in my hands as I channel-surfed. I heard a heavy kick to my door, causing it to swing open. I turned my head in the direction and saw J angrily stalking over in my direction. He was wearing a full armored suit, signaling that I interrupted a heist of some sort. "You forgot to say 'knock knock'." I say with a furrowed eyebrow. He walked over to me and picked the plastic bowl of popcorn and threw it across the room. I looked at him in shock and annoyance as he just wasted a whole good bowl of popcorn. "A child in Africa could've eaten that popcorn." I say as I point to the trail of yellow puff on the floor. He places his hands on my knees with a killer grip.

"Do you know how much I hate being interrupted in my work?!" he barks at me. I nod my head. "Then imagine how mad I am that my work day was interrupted all because my sweet doll decided she wasn't going to follow my instructions." he says as he tightens his grip on my legs. Still angry, he leans forward so his face is at my ear. "I'm about to put the cuffs back on, but this time in a much different manner." he whispers, sending shivers down my spine.