"Relax," Florida coos to him, taking Omega's wrists in his hands to get a feel for then. After that he starts with the rope, slowly winding it around Omega in increasingly complicated patterns that end up stopping almost at Omega's elbows.

He keeps going until it's done, a complexity of carefully prepared dark blue rope against Omega's skin.

"You look beautiful like this," Florida grins. "So strong, so fiery, and willing."

He pats the binding. "I think you'd look better in a different color, though."