Greta shivers agreeably as his hands begin to roam, then make quick work of the ties at the back of her dress. The bodice loosens subtly, more so when she draws in a deep breath and releases it in a contented sigh. She's distantly aware that removing the garment entirely will require getting up -- or some other creative repositioning -- but for the moment, she's happy to remain where she is.
At his quiet pronouncement, she grins outright. "Best get to it, then," she murmurs, kissing him again, still unhurried, but now with an unmistakable intent. One hand sinks into his hair, curling into a loose fist; she rolls her other shoulder in an attempt to shrug out of her sleeve. It would be a quick enough task if she used both hands, but she doesn't want to stop touching him.
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Date: 2019-01-12 12:11 am (UTC)At his quiet pronouncement, she grins outright. "Best get to it, then," she murmurs, kissing him again, still unhurried, but now with an unmistakable intent. One hand sinks into his hair, curling into a loose fist; she rolls her other shoulder in an attempt to shrug out of her sleeve. It would be a quick enough task if she used both hands, but she doesn't want to stop touching him.