Quite the conundrum now, wasn't it? She found she quite enjoyed the way his hands felt on her body, and she certainly did not want him to stop. Alas, if he truly wanted the thorny vine bandage experience, she would have to sacrifice a little. Still, she relished in the affection for a moment longer — long enough to get his pants off and down, discarded off to the side along with anything he wore underneath, if he wore anything at all.

When she lifted back up to kiss him again, it was with the accompaniment of a few vines slithering along the ground like snakes, easing around his wrists and tugging his arms up above his head. Thornless, for now, but they would come in due time.