He'd gotten enough of her laces undone by the time she turned to kiss him that he could brush the fabric off her shoulders, leaving the dress to pool around her legs. The skirts were so large it didn't go any lower than her knees, but that was no real bother; he could lift her out of it easily enough if she didn't step out. Her torso wasn't entirely bare yet, but now she was wearing little enough that when he slipped one hand to her breast he could feel the shape of her beneath his fingertips. He touched her until the kiss broke; until he'd forced a gasp out of her. He smirked into her neck.

"Let's take this off," he said, tugging at her chemise gently so she would know what he meant.

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