It was a relief to finally get the pants peeled off and Faith let out a long breath as she grinned. The faint chill in the air felt good against her warm skin as she watched him strip off his own clothes. Sam looked good, really good and Faith always enjoyed taking a moment to really just look at him. It made the childish part of her want to grab him and drag him down the streets of LA, crowing to all around about her gorgeous boyfriend. And he chose to be with her. That was one of the biggest ego boosts around.
She reached up to kiss him, straining slightly against the handcuffs. "I will," she promised with a soft smile. "I trust you." She'd said it already, but she felt the need to emphasize it again. Sometimes it still surprised her how much she trusted Sam, when once she hadn't trusted anyone in this world. Definitely wouldn't have let someone else tie her down. But she trusted Sam completely, and knew he wouldn't hurt her.
Deciding to push her luck she reached up again for another kiss, the cuffs pressing against the headboard.