Kel grunted a brief affirmative response to the thanks. Sighing and rolling her eyes the baby dark slayer waited patiently with her arm extended, if this was going to be done the tough girl wanted to get it over with, like yesterday. Looking away from her arm the slayer prepared for the pain she was sure that would be coming shortly. Inhaling slowly the slayer gripped at the stool again with her free hand, tightening her grip on the material. Realistically this couldn’t hurt any more then the beatings she’d taken growing up, but hey, people got weird if you didn’t pretend to be in some form of pain from what she’d seen. More then once Kel had weirded out the people hanging around her by being fairly unresponsive to the pain she endured in fights or other situations.
A faint wince crossed over the baby dark slayers features as the needle first pricked her flesh. Closing dark brown eyes Kel inhaled deeply a soft moan slipping from her lips. When was the last time she had been in a situation like this? A while… Emma didn’t really know about this side of her, did she? Biting at her lower lip the tough girls muscles tensed with each pull of the string, it really was an amazingly arousing situation. How anyone didn’t understand this she’d never get. It was euphoric really. Eyes fluttered open when Willow finally spoke again, a little disoriented since the girl had been off in her own thoughts all Kel could offer was a slight nod. “Mmm.” With that the slayer raised the sewn up bit of flesh to examine just what the redhead had done for her. Standing Kel glanced around before heading towards the stairs. “Should clean up.” She muttered to her self on the way to retrieve the broom. Pausing for just a moment near the bottom of the stairs the slayer didn’t look back at the other woman, but offered a single word. “Thanks.” Before heading upstairs to track down the broom.