Her fingers tremble ever so slightly as she traces eager fingertips over lace and soft skin, pushing the nightdress further down those perfect shoulders. Ivory and silk, that's what she's come to dream about of late, and she lets out a shuddering breath as warm red lips whisper a kiss right below her ear.
There are so many reasons why they shouldn't be doing this, but she can't bring herself to care. In the half-light of drawn curtains the fragile truce between the two of them will hold just a little bit longer, in between lingering touches and murmured pleas.