"I'm more worried about you breakin' me," Owen teased. He let her unbutton his shirt, but refused to take his hands away from her body until he absolutely had to in order to shrug the police shirt off of his shoulders and arms. The white undershirt he wore followed quickly, impatiently tossed to the side. Owen moved in to kiss her again, his hands far too busy exploring her skin to do much of anything else at the moment.
At least until he slid his fingers over her thighs and felt the garter. "I don't... know the first thing about getting these things off," he admitted with a smile against her mouth. "Jesus, it's like they tried to lock women into their undergarments in the fifties."