*backs the door closed, holding you to him, his eyes wide and wondering (bewilderment for the speed with which they've abandoned reality for fantasy)*
*traces his hands up your back and down, dipping lower than he's dared before, and again, he wonders if you've always been this slim* *smiles in response to your request/demand/statement of fact (kiss me)—and promptly drops a cheeky peck on the tip of your nose*
*quickly sheds his coat and scarf and gives you no time to protest his teasing, his mouth finding yours with a soundless, wanting sigh (right here, gorgeous girl)* *finds the tiny zipper holding your dress closed and toys with the tab, dextrous fingers teasing the edge of skin and silky fabric*