There was little to no hesitation now, the two of them sinking into a groove, an easy ebb and flow as they relaxed into the moment. Whatever he had done to muck up her skirt was irritating and she wasn't exactly helping, trying to undo the knot and then distracting him. Quin gave one more rough tug on the tie and felt it come free, whether it loosened or ripped he wasn't sure, but he could fix to tomorrow: he did in fact, know how to sew small things. Oh Merlin, more layers.

Quin chose instead to focus on the now. A tomorrow problem indeed though as she pressed against him and there was very little left to the imagination, just a couple of thin layers of fabric separating them. He met the kiss with a little less restraint than before, the fervent heat and her eagerness fraying his resolve. His hands searched for more ties, wandering over the curves of her body as he did, finding the next laces easily enough and undoing those too.

Skirts might actually be the death of him. He pushed the last of the petticoats away, leaning down some to make sure she could step out, before impatience got the better of him and instead he placed his hands around the back of her thighs, lifting her off the ground as he slid his arms beneath her bottom to hold her up.

Turning toward the bed he set her back down gently, taking a moment to breathe and drink in the sight of her, hair loose and cheeks flushed. He didn't wait too long however before joining her, his body hovering just above hers, as he captured her mouth once more.