Seraphina focused on his buttons, not wanting to embarrass herself by fumbling with them. Maybe it would be attractive that she was being slow, and careful, and swiping her thumb appreciatively over the layer of his shirt with every button that she undid. She could only hope, because she was going slow — they were doing everything slowly, tonight. It was starting to feel as if anticipation was building in the air of their little isolated bubble, and it seemed to Sera that illicit encounters were half about the anticipation.

It was a good thing that she'd been reading so much pornography since Waking Up, or his hand on her thigh may have surprised her, because it wasn't the sort of thing that her husband did with much deliberation. "Yes," Sera said, with a crooked, close-mouthed smile. Inspired by the books she read, she spread her thighs slightly, trying to ease his access.