Since she'd worn it specifically on the chance he would get to see it, Hannah really enjoyed the sound that came from him when her sweater was tossed away. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink that he probably wouldn't even have had a chance to see with his focus on her breasts before she kissed him again. Though when he broke the kiss a bit later and breathed that word in her ear, her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and she shivered pleasantly at the feel of his hands on her breasts through the silky, lacy fabric.
She leaned into him as his hands moved behind her, nervous about what he was doing--he was going to see her in full light. What if he realized she was rather plain and boring after all, as she expected might happen. It was a silly fear though, which she knew. He'd clearly not found her plain or boring the other night, and what difference would having the lights on really make? She really needed to stop being so insecure, she realized.
Her hands went to work tugging his own sweater up, though she couldn't get it off until his hands were done with their task as she didn't have her wand on her, having left it...somewhere. Was it her bedroom or the kitchen? She couldn't remember. But her mind was completely distracted from that when her bra fell away and her eyes met his, shy and hesitant where she'd been bold before.