"...he takes after his mother," Sweeney teases, finishing the thought. With one more kiss, he comes to a decision and stands. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, he lets his eyes wander down the length of her.
"I wanna see you."
The thought isn't out before his fingers are plucking at her clothes. One hand plays for show along the gown's neckline while the other slips to a more functional role, tugging at the lacing beneath her arm.
It doesn't matter that he's still dressed for riding in the rain; the same that still clings to the fur of his heavy cloak; his focus is on getting her naked in short order.
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"...he takes after his mother," Sweeney teases, finishing the thought. With one more kiss, he comes to a decision and stands. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, he lets his eyes wander down the length of her.
"I wanna see you."
The thought isn't out before his fingers are plucking at her clothes. One hand plays for show along the gown's neckline while the other slips to a more functional role, tugging at the lacing beneath her arm.
It doesn't matter that he's still dressed for riding in the rain; the same that still clings to the fur of his heavy cloak; his focus is on getting her naked in short order.