Alma grinned a little and rolled to press a kiss to her mouth, pasing in thought. "Stay right there." Standing she hurried to the drawer and found a scarf. Returning to her she urged her to sit up against the pillows, then tied it around her eyes.
"Trust me." She said softly, kissing her deeply, hand moving to carress her breast. Breaking the kiss she parted from her for a moment before returning, where her hand had pinched at Mark's nipple, a cold, metal touched it and started to buzz.