Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
She nuzzles his throat. Bites it. Then rolls off of him and goes rummaging in her drawers and comes up with a box.
She sits next to him. She sets the box on the bed beside her. She pulls his head to kiss his hair. And then she says, "I'm trying to think of a less cheesy way to ask my question... hmmm... no, it may just be inherently cheesy. Tell me what this would mean to you."
"Well... I want to belong to you," he says, looking down, a smile on his lips. "Nothing will change, compared to these past few days, in my head. It's not like I've been secretly hedging my bets or something. Compared to before, well... I won't be anyone else's, dom or sub. You'll be my safe harbor, someone I can share everything with, someone I can give my entire self to. And, that may be the switch in me speaking, but I'd be there for you, too, take care of you as you do me, and be close, and talk about everything and anything, and spend time with, and I'm reduced from nice and poetic to rambling."
"Mine," she whispers, and then she opens up the box and pulls out the collar.
It is as described chainmail, three rows of Brejao flowers with Isabella Marie Swan on a plate opposite a small silvery lock.
He makes a very undignified noise of glee, but let's be honest here, he's been making those all evening.
"Good." She picks up a little key and unlocks the padlock. She settles the collar around his neck and locks it. "Do you want to keep one of the keys?"
"Mm yeah, sounds sensible. Not that I'll be, like, taking it off all the time, but if I ever need to."
And he returns the kiss, and stops the kiss to giggle helplessly. "I'm Isabella's," he singsongs, giggling some more. "I'm yoooooours!"
Isabella hooks her fingers under the collar and tugs on it a little and kisses him harder. And then she comes up for air. "It looks good on you."
"I have the strangest desire to run around proclaiming that to the heavens," he comments.
"You know, to everyone who will listen. I mean, the collar with your name on it is already pretty darn good, but people have to be close enough to read it and that's suddenly not quite enough."