Green really was her color. The contrast against the white of her skin and how it covered just enough but not nearly enough all at once. Ash didn't say anything at first, but simply slipped the jacket off his shoulders. As if he weren't undressing for something else entirely, he informed, "I did promise to show you my tan." He undid the button of his shirt calmly, even though he would have torn it off. This wasn't a desperation for sex though, even if it held the same sort of heated passion lingering between them like crackling electricity. His shirt soon joined the jacket on the floor and his pants were there only moments after that.
"Merlin, you're perfect," he commented as his hands were no longer occupied by disrobing but now focused on Sera. His hands reaching outward. One to trace the edge of her bra over her breast, teasing at what little was hidden by the green lace, and the other holding onto the small of her back, leaning her back to move them from just standing. Her bed looked just as inviting as the rest of her, and Ash liked the versatility that this new position offered.
When she sunk into the bed, he was above her, his mouth dipping down to kiss her again with the same heat as before. He didn't put his full weight on her just yet, but instead his shoulders and arms flexed as Ash continued to kiss Sera with a hunger. His mouth explored hers, tasting every corner he could. His hands were now all over her, squeezing, kneading, caressing, and remembering every curve with fondness and desire.