That was more like it. He smiled his approval down at her, and reached around her to unzip her skirt so he could see her better too. “Garter belt and no knickers is a good look for you,” he said, pushing the skirt down to land in a bunched heap for her to step out of. “I have certainly missed this. Tell me you have too?”
“I have,” Luna told him with a smile, unclipping the garters from her stockings so that she could slip out of her underwear completely as she kept one hand touching him. She left the garters on, even if they were now unclipped. If it was the look he liked, it was the look he could keep.
She’d been about to shrug out of the unbuttoned shirt, but hesitated on that. ‘Pussy out in garters’ was a good look, but ‘scarred up arms’ were less sexy. So instead Luna kissed him again, to prove that she had, indeed, missed his company.
It didn’t really matter to Merlin if Luna was being honest or not. She looked like she was, and that was good enough. And her hand on his dick was pretty good too.
“I know what we need. Mood lighting,” he said, with a little quirk of his eyebrow; he snapped his fingers (for effect, he didn’t really need to do that) and the electric lighting came down, and the various candelabras and sconce lights came up. The flames, of course, were enchanted never to burn anything but the candle they danced upon (which was also a neat party trick, but for another time.)
It also had the effect of making the room dim enough that Luna’s scars might not be so noticeable, hidden in the flickering of the candlelight.