Later she may need to redo her hair but in this heated moment she's pleased to be drawn closer, her fingers moving past his ear to weave into his own hair. There's something unusual about his tongue that she can't quite wrap her mind around without seeing it but it isn't unpleasant and for now the thought moves to the back of her mind.
She needs to break the kiss long enough to speak but she doesn't inch away from him, her lips brushing his as they move. "I will help you with your clothes."
All she really needs to do when the time comes is shimmy the skirt of her dress up her hips but he is a different story and she's ready to help him bare as much as he deems fit under these unusual circumstances. She kisses the dip of his chin and its underside, then his throat as her feet go flat on the floor again. What she intends to do is start with his shirt -- she does have a task to do -- but curiosity has one hand venturing lower in search of the waist of his trousers.
He hovers close, having to resist the urge to close the tiny distance she's created as her lips brush his when she speaks.
"Thank you," He murmurs in return, already slipping a hand away from her to loosen his cravat before shrugging out of his overcoat. Surely, he will not need to remove everything. His long spats are easily the most cumbersome to remove, but he sees no reason to do so.
His eyes flutter closed at the kisses to his chin and jaw, surprised by how good the delicate brushes of her lips feel against his skin. Slipping the cravat out of the way to join his overcoat on the ground, he undoes the top button of his shirt to give her more room as the collar of his shirt falls out of the way.
She'll find the double buttons of his trousers easily as he continues to deftly flick the buttons of his shirt open, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to unfasten them.
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She needs to break the kiss long enough to speak but she doesn't inch away from him, her lips brushing his as they move. "I will help you with your clothes."
All she really needs to do when the time comes is shimmy the skirt of her dress up her hips but he is a different story and she's ready to help him bare as much as he deems fit under these unusual circumstances. She kisses the dip of his chin and its underside, then his throat as her feet go flat on the floor again. What she intends to do is start with his shirt -- she does have a task to do -- but curiosity has one hand venturing lower in search of the waist of his trousers.
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"Thank you," He murmurs in return, already slipping a hand away from her to loosen his cravat before shrugging out of his overcoat. Surely, he will not need to remove everything. His long spats are easily the most cumbersome to remove, but he sees no reason to do so.
His eyes flutter closed at the kisses to his chin and jaw, surprised by how good the delicate brushes of her lips feel against his skin. Slipping the cravat out of the way to join his overcoat on the ground, he undoes the top button of his shirt to give her more room as the collar of his shirt falls out of the way.
She'll find the double buttons of his trousers easily as he continues to deftly flick the buttons of his shirt open, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to unfasten them.