Sandy sheets would be too distracting and scratchy. She let out a laugh at the spin around, tightening her arms around him and grinning at the feel of his lips against her neck. It always sent a delightful chill down her spine, "You can put me down now," she grinned, "It's not like I'm going to run away." She pauses, an amused grin suddenly twitching her lips slightly. Well. She -COULD- run away but why would she ever want to? Unless it was a game of course.