Daff giggled at their stumbling down the hall whenever she had the breath to. Neither one of them seemed apt to let go for anything as simple as finding the bedroom door and she had to laugh at the first wrong turn. It was a good thing she still had her skirts in one hand or she would have fallen somehow as they finally made their way through the right door. The last thing they needed was a twisted ankle or to go falling to the floor.

Feeling the heat of his hands through the layers of her clothes, Daff thought it might be time she shed a layer or two. Then he paused and she caught on to the undertone of what he meant. Daff softened; still willing to be patient if she needed him to be; Merlin she loved him. So— "No," she insisted in a firm whisper, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. Blue eyes searched for his in the dim light of the room and she smiled softly. "I want to share all of this with you, just you," Daff added a little more seriously. This was a piece of her only he would get and she didn't want it any other way. They had practiced patience for far too long now and Daff didn't want to make him wait anymore. They had all night, all week, a fortnight, a lifetime, to spend this time together, just the two of them, in any way they wanted. Daff wanted to dive in headfirst, no more hesitation.

The buttons on the back of her dress ran square down the middle and though there weren't that many of them, she still couldn't reach by herself. Daff turned slowly in his grasp and pulled her hair over one shoulder, looking back him over the other and then down playfully before catching his eye again; a clear invitation. There were far too many layers to get through, but they had to start there.