She had to admit that she hadn’t been expecting that, oh not that she minded, not even a little. It made for a definite change in their usual routine and automatically everything just felt, heightened, That really was the only way she could describe it. With sight gone, with just the feel of him at her neck as he told her again that she loved her, every feeling she had almost tripled just because he’d taken one of her senses away, all she could really do was let go completely, give in to every sensation she knew how to. She’d repay him for this one. She’d do something for him no one else could, she’d figure it out.
“Well I did say creative” she said softly, tugging slightly at the metal bar, just to make sure they were still secure. She was so very proud of him for this, for giving her all this. She was the one who should be giving him everything he wanted and more, or maybe she was, she took the time to playact a bit, smirking to let him know she was fine but struggling against the bonds as if she really was the little innocent in white. She thought she might like being that for him, Sam lived in the darkness with her, not doing what they had been before but he wasn’t the innocent himself anymore, and oh so rarely did he get to exploit that side of himself, that beautiful darkness. Well here was his chance
“Why am I here?” she asked, just the barest hint of worry in her voice, fretting little innocent trapped with, what had he said, a not so innocent deviant?. She couldn’t resist leaning back into the kisses, despite her words, really and obviously more than happy to be where she was, if he wanted her to play the innocent he’d answer right. Really it was up to him, all of it was up to him