Darcy turned his attention to her, firstly running his fingers lightly down her back, and then pressing a few kisses to her bare shoulders. Then he took a look at what was going on at the back of the skirt. Ah, that strange modern contraption, he was suddenly glad that he'd spent so long figuring it out on the suit. The zipper came down easily, but something was still stopping it- he figured it out, and the hook came undone as well. Another kiss to her back, and then he tugged at the material to pull the skirt off of her at last.
It had been nothing like this for him, either. It had been all business, nothing fancy, just hurry up and do it, get out, and never mention it again. This was magical.