Relieved that put an end to any hesitations Elias might have had, and by the loss of the weight of her dress, Daff sighed and toed off her shoes beneath the layers of petticoats. Her feet did still ache a little bit, but losing the shoes helped and clearly it wasn't a concern at the moment. There were far more layers to this outfit than she would have ever cared to wear normally, but after Elias untied her skirts, Daff reached back to undo the ties of the corset digging into her skin; that could certainly go. Once it was loose enough, she unhooked the front and tossed it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. That was a tomorrow problem too, and Daff smiled taking a deep breath for the first time all day. Stupid torture devices.
With everything untied and loosened, Daff was able to step out of the skirts as they pooled on the floor around her. Just a soft new silk chemise and some other base layers left; it occurred to her that she probably ought to feel bashful about this, but the flush on her cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment or uncertainty. She ran a hand through her hair, ruffling up the loose strands and trying to get out any lingering tangles, tossing it back over her shoulder and out of her face once more. Amused to find he'd lost another layer of his own, Daff stepped back toward him around the skirts on the floor and tugged him closer by the front of his shirt; now he was the one who was overdressed.
Her playful pull on his shirt had loosened it a little, but Daff used both hands to fully untuck it before starting in on the buttons. She looked up at him with another mischievous smile, hands sliding beneath the fabric experimentally up and over his shoulders, feeling the heat in her fingertips. With that out of the way too, she leaned in, pressing closer, looking to regain the spark of a few minutes ago by pressing a line of gentle kisses from his jaw to his lips. She knew what to expect, obviously, but she was still a little hesitant to lead the way, further than this at any rate and so left that up to him.
With everything untied and loosened, Daff was able to step out of the skirts as they pooled on the floor around her. Just a soft new silk chemise and some other base layers left; it occurred to her that she probably ought to feel bashful about this, but the flush on her cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment or uncertainty. She ran a hand through her hair, ruffling up the loose strands and trying to get out any lingering tangles, tossing it back over her shoulder and out of her face once more. Amused to find he'd lost another layer of his own, Daff stepped back toward him around the skirts on the floor and tugged him closer by the front of his shirt; now he was the one who was overdressed.
Her playful pull on his shirt had loosened it a little, but Daff used both hands to fully untuck it before starting in on the buttons. She looked up at him with another mischievous smile, hands sliding beneath the fabric experimentally up and over his shoulders, feeling the heat in her fingertips. With that out of the way too, she leaned in, pressing closer, looking to regain the spark of a few minutes ago by pressing a line of gentle kisses from his jaw to his lips. She knew what to expect, obviously, but she was still a little hesitant to lead the way, further than this at any rate and so left that up to him.
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