-Crow got your tongue?-
"I love the way you unwind, Blake. Something about it just... I don't know... resonates with me." The elder huntsman chimed with a smirk on his lips as he slowly bound her wrists with her familiar ribbon. Qrow stood there shirtless, pants unbuttoned and half zipped as his slacks hung dangerously low on his corded hips. He had her nearly undressed save for a lovely pair of white cotton boyshorts and a rather lovely black tank top that hugged her just right. He gave the binds a quick tug to test them as she laid out upon the dark mahogany queen bed of his apartment. Silk sheets bunched up around her in their mess of a nest. Her arms up over her head with black ribbon binding her to the headboard. "Too tight for ya?" He questioned with a soft teasing smile as he hovered over her, warm breath fanning out over her exposed skin as he traced the curves of her laid out form with hungry crimson hues.
