“…you have to make everything difficult don’t you, Vixen?”, he asked. His lips turned up in a smile as his gaze moved to her face. He watched her closely as she guided his swift fingers to the workings of her armor. “…I thought plate mail was complicated.” He added after a moment. Still he worked though it all, slowly and carefully so not to break anything.
It seemed that his intention wasn’t to rip things tonight, it was to enjoy things.
“I like that at least part,” he commented as he smirked up towards her. “At least sounds good. I wouldn’t want to get up too early and catch those men looking for me again would I?”, at the moment though he wasn’t thinking about those men at all. Instead he was thinking about her curves, the smell of leather that drifted around her, and the feel of her skin under his fingers. He brought those fingers up to run lightly across her bare shoulders, just a teasing touch. He followed the touch with his lips a moment later, pressing a trio of warm kisses against her shoulder blade. The next her placed against the hollow of her throat, that almost a playful lip as his fingers curled around her upper leathers and began to draw them of her shoulders and her body with one slow pull.