I have a handful of her hair, she has a handful of mine. We are using our other hands to pull each other in close at the waist. We each try to maneuver ourselves to be able to reach for the handcuffs on the kitchen counter.
We pull each other's heads back and from one side to the other. Occasionally we lock determined stares. Other moments we get nibbles and licks at each other's necks.
She gets close to where she can reach for the cuffs and I snap her around. I get close to where I can reach for them and she rips my head back by my hair, then spins me away.
The entire point of this breakfast dance is to get the cuffs and win the ownership of the other for the day. I lick her throat, she bites my ear. She trips me up and I drag her down with me in front of the counter.
We both lose our grip on the other's waist, but neither of us let loose our grip on the other's hair. With one free hand and a handful of hair in the other we both lurch up reaching for the cuffs and...