He fully expected her to respond, but still it was a pleasant surprise when she started unbuttoning the rest of his clothes, and he felt a shiver roll down his spine at the way her lips trailed along his neck, his head tipping just enough to expose more of his skin to her. Once the shirt was all unbuttoned, he quickly tugged it off along with his vest, helping her remove the last layer until his chest was finally bare.

There were a few scars on him, he knew that, but they were long healed now, and the worst of them continued to be the mark of the gunshot to his shoulder. Not that he seemed to care much right now, his hands reaching around her to start working her own dress open, eager to get it off of her just as quickly.