Katherine felt the intensity with which Eward held her, kissed her, touched her, and it did, in many ways, terrify her. She could not remember the last time she'd felt so much tangled emotion in one room - perhaps even never - and it was exhilarating. She felt like there was no control, that there was no need for it. Eward's hands seemingly burned everywhere they touched, until her body was a hot, tingling mess of limbs.
She barely noticed when Eward began to work the ties on the back of her dress, and probably never would have had it not become noticeably looser. His request sent her mind reeling, his intentions finally clear and vocalized for her approval as her freed hair tumbled down her back in long, dark waves. Pulling on his shoulders, Katherine sat up, resting rather sensually in his lap. Between staccato but heated kisses, Katherine murmured, "I can not do both at the same time, you know." But even as she said it, Katherine removed her hands from his shoulders, kissing him with only the stability of being seated, and worked the sleeves of the dress off of her arms so it pooled at her waist, revealing the chemise and corset beneath.