Who: Murphy and Spencer What: Whatever they want to do When: Tonight Where: Starting in their hotel room. Maybe staying there. Maybe heading out. Warnings: Big Sexy and the blonde...anything goes!
Eliot had a pretty solid picture of Murphy in his head. He'd never considered his blindness a handicap, and the fact he would never see her face or look into her eyes was one of the few things he truly regretted. He sometimes felt she must be looking in his eyes, but he couldn't see and he never asked. It was an odd sensation, not entirely unpleasant, but not exactly tangible either.
He created his mental image of her based on the feel of her face, the structure of her bones, and the sound of her voice. He could feel her hair, and she'd described it as blonde, but he saw it as sunlight. It was most clear when he closed his eyes; he almost felt as if he could truly see her then.
At the moment they were laying together in the huge bed in their hotel room. He turned to face her and leaned in to steal a kiss. He missed her cheek as he'd intended, and instead planted his lips against hers. He had a feeling she wasn't going to complain.