[He realizes it, immediately after he's asked it, that maybe it leaves things far too open-ended, that maybe she can't possibly express what she wants, even if she does know, because it would come out sounding far too inappropriate, in her mind. He, of course, wouldn't mind hearing any of it, but he's already recognized that she doesn't talk that way.
When she sits up, all he can do is watch her, somehow fascinated by the sight of her delicate curves, by the color and translucency of the dress, by how perfect she looks right now, illuminated in the moonlight as she is.]
Yeah, of course.
[That's one thing he knows how to do -- he has talented hands, after all, when it comes to just about everything, and undoing buttons is something he thinks he could practically do in his sleep. But as easy as it may be for him, as tempting as it may be to do it quickly and one-handed, he doesn't rush it. No, he takes it slow, reaching out to undo each button, one after the other, very gently, letting his fingers trail across each bit of newly showing skin as it's revealed.]
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When she sits up, all he can do is watch her, somehow fascinated by the sight of her delicate curves, by the color and translucency of the dress, by how perfect she looks right now, illuminated in the moonlight as she is.]
Yeah, of course.
[That's one thing he knows how to do -- he has talented hands, after all, when it comes to just about everything, and undoing buttons is something he thinks he could practically do in his sleep. But as easy as it may be for him, as tempting as it may be to do it quickly and one-handed, he doesn't rush it. No, he takes it slow, reaching out to undo each button, one after the other, very gently, letting his fingers trail across each bit of newly showing skin as it's revealed.]