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bound-up arms hidden beneath it. Then she walked around to inspect her work from the front. "Perfect. Controlled and discreet." She tilted Meeka's chin up with one finger and kissed her lightly on the lips; Meeka tried to lean into the kiss and wobbled dizzily, finding herself unable to use her hands for balance.
    "Steady there," laughed Izzy, putting a hand under Meeka's elbow and setting her firmly upright again. "Let's go."
    Meeka didn't know how they made it the seven blocks back to Izzy's apartment. If it had been up to her, they probably wouldn't have, but it wasn't. She'd made sure not to have anything stronger than a Coke at the club. It didn't seem to have made any difference. She still felt giddy, cut loose from the world, just like she had the night before. Izzy had her arm around Meeka's waist again, and it was all Meeka could do to follow where she led, through the streets and up four flights of stairs, past the scuffed and dented door of Izzy's place.
    It was a tiny studio in a crappy building with no elevator, where the hot plate and toaster oven took up most of the counter space and you had to squeeze past the closet and the single chair to get to the bed. But it was Izzy's, and only Izzy's; she didn't need to check if anyone was home or set up a warning system for returning roommates. As soon as they were in the door—and Izzy kept Meeka from falling one more time when she caught her heel on the edge of the carpet—the jacket slid off Meeka's shoulders as Izzy pushed her up against the wall, with her hands still cold from the outside underneath Meeka's shirt and her mouth hot on Meeka's. Meeka twitched at the scarf tying her hands again. She wanted to pull Izzy closer, to grab her ass and check if she was ticklish under her arms and a dozen things she'd thought about before and never done. And still couldn't do. There didn't seem to be any reason why that should be even hotter than if she could. She thrust her hips forward, and met nothing; Izzy was standing just out of reach.
    Meeka moaned her frustration against Izzy's mouth, and Izzy laughed, still without breaking the kiss. She gave Meeka's right breast a squeeze through her bra, then, apparently finding the experience less satisfying than she'd hoped, scooted forward and got her arms around Meeka to try and deal with the fastening.
    It was awkward to do with Meeka's arms tied the way they were, and Izzy had to take her face away from Meeka's—but she'd also moved close enough for Meeka to rub up against her. It sent an alarming flash of heat through her belly, even if it was not quite enough, not quite in the right spot, further down.
    "You know," muttered Izzy conversationally, "I always used to laugh at guys when they complained about bra hooks. I mean, I do mine behind my back every morning, how hard can it be...? Turn around."
    Meeka let out a whimper as Izzy stepped back, but she turned around without complaint. Her fingers twitched—maybe Izzy would untie her hands; it would make getting the bra off simpler, anyway—but when she got the fastening loose at last, she only pushed the bra straps down to Meeka's elbows. It left the cups to hang loose and empty, the underwires grazing her navel, and her breasts to fall free as well. Izzy caught them up, her hands warmer now but still sending shivers through Meeka as she rolled her nipples gently between thumbs and forefingers. Her breath was hot against the back of Meeka's neck, and Meeka's cheek was pressed against the wall. She could see every bump and scratch in the cheap white paint, and she was probably leaving darker spots with lipstick and general wetness. She licked her lower lip, where the skin was broken and sore from being nibbled too much.
    Then Izzy let Meeka's shirt fall back into place, the filmy fabric against her sensitized nipples nearly as electric as a touch. Izzy braced herself against the wall with one hand and yanked Meeka's skirt up with the other, making her totter and